~The sheriff of Dallas~

I do not own True Blood in any way shape or form (if I did Godric sure wouldn't have meet the sun), also I do not own The Wizard of OZ. No this is not a cross over, and I make no money off this fanfiction.

This fanfiction is rated M due to:
Depictions of violence Depictions of sexual acts

That being said enjoy.

Chapter one
-Curiosity Killed the Cat-

There I was at the fellow ship of the sun on the big night of the lock in. Not that I wanted to be there. But my mother had guilt tripped me into going. How she managed to do this even though I was now an adult always confused and annoyed me. She had argued that I didn't work tonight, nor the following day. And it would make her look bad if I wasn't there. God help me. She had even said it would do me good to see the holy bonfire. That had intrigued me, I hoped there would be smores. My step dad had manged to get out of it because he worked in the morning. Lucky him. I didn't agree with the cult church my mother went to and on occasion managed to drag my step father and myself to as well. The way I saw it vampires are creatures of God. And everything has its place. Therese just happened to be higher on the food chain than us humans, a fact a lot of humans have a problem with.
Don't get me wrong I don't want to be food or anything. I just found myself thinking of how humans treated their live food sources; small cramped dirty cages. If anything vampires seemed a bit more humane about it. But I could be completely wrong, and very naive. I'd never even seen a vampire, as far as I knew, other than what I'd seen on TV and online. But even still I wore the silver rings my mother had bought me just in case. You could never be to careful, momma ain't raise no victim. She had on the other hand raised a relatively mild mannered introvert due to her overbearing ways.

So there I was at the stupid cult churches stupid lock in. I was there, but I wasn't happy about it. Thankfully my mother was busy setting up food in the mess hall. So I could sit in peace on the hard wooden bench in the sanctuary, facing the ridiculously large windows,looking out at the stares. Well that is until the alarm went off and every body started rushing out. People where shouting "this is not a drill".
As I started to make my way out curiosity started to get the better of me. I really had never seen a vampire, and if there was one here it wouldn't hurt to hide some where, like that broom closet over there, with all the commotion and rushing about no one would even see me go in. And they didn't. So there I was. laying on the floor of a broom closet, peering out the crack at the bottom of the door. It was uncomfortable to say the least and I was starting to regret it, when I heard people come in. From their voices it sounded like a man and a woman. Then I heard Reverend Newland, he always gave me the creeps. He was saying something about hell.
My hiding spot was turning out to be more craptastic by the minute. I could hear hardly anything, and the view wasn't any better, in fact there was really no view at all I might as well have had my eyes closed. Man I had some really stupid ideas some times. But that's what I get for giving into curiosity, I rationalized with myself.
As I pulled myself out of my thoughts I heard Reverend Creepy spouting off something about betrayals of silver and children of Satan. My heart skipped a beat. Was there a vampire out there? "gah" I mental slapped myself this is truly the worst hiding spot ever. I would make the worst spy. I could only hear muffles.
Then someone was shouting "Newland, let her go fuckwad". I giggle, then clapped my hand over my mouth hoping no one had heard me.
I stood then, thinking I might have better luck with my ear to the door. I didn't. And then every thing happened so fast. One second I was leaning against the door the next I was in the sanctuary, and there where screams. My head was spinning. Strong arms where around my body and warm breath on my neck telling me I smelled so good. My eyes flew open wide in shock. Then a calm accented voice was echoing through the sanctuary "enough".
I felt my self released as my eyes flicked up to the sound of the voice. "You came for me I assume?" He was young with dark brown hair and clad all in white. "underling" said the man. A deep voice to my right grunted, "yes sheriff".
I was completely entranced. Was he a vampire? Then he was speaking again, "these people have not harmed me". Wait, why would he be saying something about the people not harming him, had they been keeping him prisoner here? "You see we can coexist, Mr. Newland I do not wish to create blood shed when none is called for, help me set an example, if we leave you in peace will you do the same?"
I was in aw. All the things I had been told about vampires spoke to the contrary of what he was saying. "I will not negotiate with sub-humans, kill me, do it, Jesus will protect me". "Oh god hes going to get us all killed", I thought to myself. "I am actually older than your Jesus I wish I could have met him but I missed it". My mouth nearly dropped open, the comeback the vampire had given Newland was priceless. Then he was suddenly on the ground floor holding Newland by the collar. "Good people who of you is willing to die for this mans madness?" My breath caught in my throat. No one said a word. "That's what I thought, stand down everyone. People go home, it is over now".
My eyes lingered on him for a moment longer. He was a vision and I found myself thinking this was the first and last time I might ever see a vampire. I followed the others out thinking over the events of the night smiling to myself.