Chapter 1: Godric's Lil' Friend?

A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfic, so if you could leave some constructive criticism, that would be wonderful. So, enjoy?

I panted as I pushed my legs faster, trying to get away. I just had to get to his house, then I'd be safe. I looked behind me and saw them approaching, wolfish grins on their faces. They were taking their merry time, enjoying the chase. They didn't know I was friends with the Sheriff. Sucks for them.

I turned the corner and arrived on his street. I could see his house up ahead. I was almost there, so close I could taste it... what does house taste like? I pushed my legs faster, inhumanly fast, and I heard the outraged yells of the vampires behind me. No human could run this fast. Good thing I'm "special".

I dove onto his porch, frantically knocking on the door. I waited an agonizing ten seconds before the two vampires chasing me caught up, pinning me to the side of the house. "What are you?" The taller, more built of the two vampire men, questioned, hissing slightly.

I opened my mouth, about to blurt out something snarky, something I would probably end up regretting, when the door to the house opened. Praise the lord... that lord I don't believe in. Hardy har har.

"She is my friend, and under my protection," Godric said, raising an eyebrow at the two vampires, as if daring them to challenge him.

Godric was a vampire, around 2,000 years old, but he looked like a teenager. He was short... wait... I'm the same height... and I'm NOT short. So, he wasn't short, he just wasn't tall. Anyways, short-not-short, and had brown hair. Overall adorableness. He was my best friend.

The vampires released me, backing away. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at them and yell out "nanny nanny boo boo"... Maybe Godric was right when he called me childish... Psh, nah.

"Our apologies. We were unaware," The tall one said, bowing. With that, they darted away. It occurred to me that I never heard the other one talk... was it possible for a vamp to be mute? Huh. Put that on my mental list of questions I will forget to ask.

Godric turned to me, his gaze disapproving. "Anna," He said in that I'm-about-to-lecture-you voice of his.

I just grinned, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I know, I know. I'm a troublemaker, I need to stop making trouble, blah blah blah. I've heard it before, Godric. But it wasn't my fault this time. I swear!" I said as I walked into the house, Godric following after me. "Besides," I said, giving him a cheeky grin, "You're here to protect me."

"... I was going to ask if you lost your key." Was his reply.

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Though I'm pretty sure the neighbor's dog stole it."

He just chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "Anna, what am I going to do with you?" I simply gave him a smile and batted my eyelashes at him. "Anyways, I need to go away on business."

"What? Where? When will you be back? What am I supposed to do here? What if they come looking for me? What if those guys were them? What if..."

"All will be well, child," He soothed, reaching to hold onto my arm in a comforting fashion, "I know a Sheriff in Louisiana who can watch over you while I am away. I have already booked you a flight."

"Really?" I asked, a small smile on my face. He nodded, squeezing my arm gently. "Who's the Sheriff?"

"My progeny, Eric Northman."

A/N: Tada! So, please let me know what you think. Tell me what you liked, what you hated, what I could do to make it better, etc. I would love your feedback. And thank's for taking your time to read this! I hope you enjoyed!