She should have kept her mouth shut. She knew as soon as she had spoken that she should have said nothing. She had been sat around the dining table, his hand clamped down on her thigh as her teeth ground together and she struggled to find a way to remove it from her skin. She had squirmed for a moment as his cold skin clasped around her bare thigh after pushing her dress up. She had looked to him and he had glanced back to her, but she had only smiled when she saw the angry gleam in his eye.

He had softened then, his thumb roaming over her skin slowly as she struggled not to openly long to sob. The restaurant they had gone to was fancy, much fancier than she liked. She had grown up dining on fine foods, but as soon as she had attended college that had changed. She had done everything in her power to change and become a different person than her parent's had raised her to be. But then they had told her of her duty.

She had complained. She had thrown fits of rage. But then she had stopped. She had stopped as soon as her father had struck her. There had then been the threats while she remained on the floor. The threats that if she dared to go against them that they would harm the very things she loved most. It was during her time in college when she had fallen in love.

Naturally, she could not fall in love with a college frat boy. She had to fall in love with the very thing her parents despised most. She had fallen hard and heavily. She had done nothing but love him and he had told her that he loved her back. Of course, that turned out to be false. She should have known that if he loved her then he would never have let her go. Then again, how was he to know what her parents had done? She had called things off. She had left him. She had broken her own heart.

The threats of being penniless, homeless and jobless did not bother her. So long as she had him then she was fine. But then they had threatened his life and they knew how to push her buttons. She had been engaged for almost six months and during that time she wondered what it would be like to end it all. She saw no other option. She saw no other out.

Her life would now simply be filled with dinners with the likes of Steve and Sarah Newlin. Her fiancé just so happened to be her father's trusted advisor and seven years her senior. He worked with Martin Jones in office. Her father was a Senator for Texas. Her mother was his muse. His daughter would be an embarrassment if people knew the truth. As one of the most vocal anti-vampire Senators, he could not be seen to have a fangbanging whore of a daughter.

"You know, we just love the message that your father is giving," Sarah Newlin cooed, but the young woman remained distant, her eyes set into the distance. It was only when she felt her fiancé squeeze her thigh did she turn to look to him, her eyes wide.

"Yes?" she asked, her tone curt.

"Sarah was just speaking with you, Amelia."

Amelia Jones let her blue eyes widen as she turned her head to Sarah Newlin. Plastering a smile onto her face, she tilted her head to the side and Sarah kept her hand in Steve's, the young couple looking to Amelia.

"I apologise, Miss Newlin," Amelia said, her tone sickly sweet as her husband's fingers continued to grip her tightly. "I just found my miles away for a moment."

"It's fine," Sarah said. "And please, call me Sarah. We don't need to stand on formalities here. I was just saying that I applaud the work that your father does."

"Do you really?" Amelia asked, her elbows resting on the table as she let her chin rest in her hand. "Well, daddy has been a tireless advocate of bringing vampire behaviour to the forefront of the public. Of course, he knows how dangerous they are, but people are just so reluctant to listen."

"We are trying to push the message," Amelia felt her stomach churn as she heard her fiancé speak from next to her. She looked over to him as he continued the conversation, refusing to let her leave. "We are holding rallies wherever possible and there seems to be a big push back against vampires here in Dallas. I know that we need to do everything in our power to stop them."

"Which is why," Steve drawled out, "the Fellowship of the Sun wants to join you and help you."

"Martin has been very interested in hearing about your proposals."

"And us his, Daniel. Us his."

"They're not all the same," Amelia said, but as soon as she had spoken, she wished that she had not bothered. She wished that she had kept quiet. She knew that she should have kept her mouth shut as she felt Daniel's grip on her increase. Looking over to Sarah and Steve, she saw the shock in their eyes as she gulped. "I mean…not all vampires are the same."

"Excuse me?" Steve Newlin asked from her.

"Well, it is like humans," she said, despite Daniel's increasing grip. "Not all humans are good, are they?"

"Vampires are the spawn of Satan, my dear," Steve said, hands flat on the table as he struggled to contain himself at hearing her. "All of them are demon children. How do you not recognise that? How do you not see it?"

"I…" Amelia trailed off as she felt her blood turn cold at the glare Daniel was sending her. "I apologise."

"My fiancée is weak natured," Daniel said, leaning forwards and flattening his tie against his chest before brushing his blond hair back on top of his head. A bead of sweat fell down his forehead as he struggled to comprehend what he was hearing from her. "She is docile and too tender. She attempts to see the good in everyone…even the vile creatures."

Amelia simply smiled and apologised for her behaviour, knowing full well that she would be punished for it later on.

Returning back to the gated house, Amelia allowed Daniel to berate her for her behaviour that evening. Thankfully her parents were already asleep and they didn't wake, or if they were awake, did not care, for Daniel yelling at their daughter. Amelia had braced herself for him to strike her, but it never came. Instead he left her in her room and went down for a drink.

But Amelia had no intention of staying put. She had pulled plenty of stunts like the one she was about to pull before. She knew exactly how to escape the gated house without her father's security catching on. There would be nights when she would go out and meet her college friends, drinking until the early morning. She would always be back before her parents woke. Besides, she didn't care what they thought, only that they might catch her and discover the hole in security.

She sent a text to Maria, asking her if she was out on the Friday night. She had said she was and Amelia had told her to wait for her in the club she was currently in. Changing out of the evening gown she had been wearing, Amelia scanned her wardrobe for something much more suitable for her night time activities.

Walking alone in Dallas was usually considered safe enough. There were the areas of town where vampires went out, but Amelia stayed away from those. She knew no good would come of going near them. So long as she stayed on the human side of town, she knew she would be safe. After slipping down the trellis to the ground, Amelia had slipped her heels on and snuck out via a gap in the fence by the rose bush, running along the lawn onto the sidewalk and then out of view.

She was now about ten minutes away from where Maria said she was. There were revellers everywhere, making her feel slightly safer than before. She chewed down on her lip and kept her head down, hoping that no one would recognise her. She tried to stay out of the limelight when it came to her father, but she sometimes found it difficult considering he forced her to go along with her fiancé to debates and meetings.

Standing around in the queue to the club, Amelia folded her arms over herself, wishing she had brought a shawl of some kind. The night air was slightly cool as she rocked back and forth on her high heels. It was another few moments before she felt her cell begin to vibrate in her clutch. Tugging it out, she saw Maria was calling and she placed the cell to her ear.

"Maria?" she answered.

"Where the hell are you?"

"In the queue for Macy's," she answered, but the phone began to crackle, the reception not very good due to the imposing buildings and the queue leading underground. "Where are you?"

"Babe, we moved on from there. I sent you a text. Did you not get it?"

"Reception is lousy," Amelia said and began to move up the steps and back to the street. "Where are you? I'll come and meet you."

"Hello? Amelia?" Maria said down the phone.

"I'm here."

"Ames! Come on!" Maria snapped, but then her voice went fuzzy and the call disconnected.

Groaning to herself, Amelia tossed her head back and began moving down the street. She kept her eyes on her cell, longing for some reception as she held the device above her head. As she kept on walking, no text or call came through. She let out a frustrated expletive before realising she should maybe just hail a cab home.

As she crossed the road, she saw a cab, but it moved off before she could grab it.

"Great," she complained turning on the spot.

It was only when she turned did she someone stood right behind her. She shrieked loudly at the sight, her hand going to her chest as she let out deep breaths. "Sorry," she said as she saw him. "You scared me."

The tall man remained silent. Dressed in jeans and a white polo shirt, his hair was blonde and cut short to his head. But his eyes were staring straight at her. Amelia frowned and then pointed back down the street. She was about to say she was going, but then realised she owed this guy nothing. She began moving, but as soon as she took one step, a hand was around her wrist, tugging her backwards. She grunted in pain as she felt herself being whirled around.

"It is you," he said, his voice low. "Amelia Jones."

"Do I know you?" she asked from him.

He chuckled. "No, but I know your daddy."

Amelia was about to ask how, but then she saw him. With a loud click she recognised all to well, fangs appeared from his mouth. Amelia wanted to scream, but the vampire was quick. In moments he had her down a dark alley, her back to the wall as she screamed loudly against his palm. He moved with haste then, keeping her pinned by his weight.

"I know all about your daddy," he hissed. "Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you…just take a little bite so that you can go home crying…"

Amelia felt tears in her eyes before she moved with haste. She still had her clutch in her hands. Fiddling with it as she felt his warm breath on her neck, she popped it open before she felt his fangs dig into her flesh. She did scream then, fear taking hold of her as her reaction grew more frantic. Her hands fumbled in her clutch before she found what she was looking for.

Pulling out the silver spray, she kneed the vampire in the groin, distracting him enough to get him to pull his fangs from her so that she could spray his face with silver. He screamed in pain then as she ran from the alley. But she didn't get far. As she came to the end of it, she bumped straight into a hard chest. Toppling backwards, she looked up to see a man stood there. Wondering what he was, Amelia watched as his eyes remained fixed on the vampire in the alley.

"You little bitch!" he roared. "I'll make you pay for that."

His threats soon died down as he lowered his hands from his face and saw the man staring straight back at him. It took a second before Amelia saw a hand extend in front of her. Whoever this man was, he was powerful enough to make the vampire shut up. Hesitantly, Amelia took his hand and he hauled her to her feet in seconds, watching her as her blonde hair bobbed around her shoulders in curls. He dropped her hand from his as he stepped in front of her.

"What were your intentions with this young woman?" he asked from the vampire.

"Nothing, Sheriff," the man said with firm shakes of his head. "I just…"

"Judging by her reaction and the fear in her eyes, I would say that she did not wish to be drank from. Did you force yourself upon her?"

The vampire stammered then. "But…do you know who she is?"

"I know perfectly well who she is," he responded, his voice calm and collected. "However, that does not give you the right to violate her in such a manner. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sheriff."

"You will answer for your crimes in the evening tomorrow. Report to me at sunset."

"Of course, Sheriff."

"Now leave and retract your fangs. Wipe your mouth. I do not wish for you to draw attention to yourself."

The vampire sped off then, whizzing past Amelia as she shrieked again out of fear. The vampire remained behind as he looked to her.

"You have nothing to fear, Miss Jones," he spoke in the same calm tone he had used with the vampire just now. Amelia felt herself gulp as she watched him tug out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans. He handed it to her and nodded to her neck. "For the blood."

Amelia nodded, still dumbfounded as she placed the material to her neck, feeling it sting slightly.

"Did he harm you in any other way?"

"No," Amelia shook her head. "Thank you…for coming."

His lips quirked then. "It appeared that you had it under control, Miss Jones."

"How do you know who I am?" she dared to ask from him.

His lips remained upturned. "You are quite well known in the vampire community, Miss Jones. Although I must say that it is not safe for you to be wandering the streets alone at night, even in the predominately human quarters."

Nodding, she shifted the tissue against her skin. "I guess not," she spoke.

"Where is your security detail?"

"Back at home," she said and his brows arched upwards. "What? I know what you're thinking. I know what everyone thinks."

"Enlighten me," he said to her.

"I'm not like them," she said with a shake of her head. "I'm nothing like them, but…but that's all I will be known as…because of what they did…what they would do…and I don't know how to escape."

She knew that she was taking no sense to him. She was hardly talking in sentences. He stepped closer to her then and she saw how truly pale his face was, but his eyes were a brown and striking colour.

"Are you certain you are well?" he wondered from her.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"It just seems that you are not talking coherently."

"Because I'm not," she whispered. "But don't worry…I'm fine. I need to go back home."

"Allow me to take you," he spoke with her.

She shook her head. "I can get a cab," she said.

"After what one of my kind has just done, I would prefer to drive you. Please, Miss Jones, you have it on my honour as a Sheriff that no further harm shall come to you."

Looking to the black SUV on the sidewalk, she wondered just who this man was and how he had known what was happening down the alley that Amelia had been dragged into. Biting down on her lip, she saw his face soften slightly.

"I sense your hesitance," he said to her. "However, I could glamour you. Make no mistake, you will be returning home safely. Please."

"I don't even know who you are," she said and shook her head.

"I am Godric," he responded to her. "Please, Miss Jones, climb in."

"Sorry," Amelia said with a shake of her head as she spotted a cab and stepped out to hail it as Godric continued to look to her. The cab slowed down and pulled over as Godric watched her. "It's not that I don't trust you…but I'm not…well…yeah…I just don't trust you."

Godric did smirk at hearing her then. "But thank you," she said to him. "For stopping him."

"You're welcome, Miss Jones," he nodded his head. "However, I would like to meet with you again. I have a proposition that I would like to discuss."

"With me?"

"To begin with, yes," he nodded and she blinked as Godric saw the confusion on her face. "I will be in touch."

"How?" she wondered as he climbed into his own car.

"Quite easily," he responded.

She didn't get to question him any further as he left and she climbed into her own cab. She closed her eyes and contemplated what the hell had just happened before she gave the address for her house.

A/N: New story so do let me know what you think!