I originally wrote this for another book I was trying to write.

You are a very old vampire. Godric is a human slave in ancient Rome who became a vampire in a way different from the show's cannon.

2000 years ago

Godric was 15 years old when he was taken by Roman soldiers from his home land of Gaul.

He was taken to be sold into slavery.

He was scared as the cart holding him and other prisoners moved their way to the capital city.

He didn't know whether he should be thankful to be alive or if he would be better off joining those dead from disease and starvation.

The stench of rotting corpses and human waste made Godric groan in disgust from time to time.

He even had to see maggots eat another teen his age from the inside out.

His legs and arms were broken from beatings, trying to defy the soldiers whom pillaged his way of life.

It was this night that was destined to be different from the others before it.

But nobody knew it yet.

The sound of  wheels hitting the dirt road ceased. The cart stopped moving.

But how? And why?

There was no movement.

But there was a sound.

The sound of screaming from the outside.

The wooden doors opened, showing a boy covered in blood.

It clotted his dark hair. He had various tribal tattoos. They were unfamiliar to Godric but he could tell they were not from an existing one. Or at least existing now. He was 5'3 and surprisingly muscular for a boy who was most likely a starved laborer. Much like many others whom grew up in poor families or those forced into slavery.

Another observation he made based on his own life at the moment.

Godric stared at the menacing figure who seemed to be smirking at him. He closed his eyes, and gladly did so. He heard more screaming and the sound of carnage. Not outside, but now inside the slave cart.

When he opened them he only saw blood, guts, and the boy.

The boy looked at him, as if studying him.

"Leave me alone! Get away from me!" Godric said bravely.

Where the bravery came from even Godric didn't know.

The boy didn't speak, only licking his lips from the 'feast' he just had.

"A-Are you death?" Godric asked.

"I am." He answered.

"But you're just a little boy." Godric said.

"I'm not." He said.

"The soldiers and the others....?" He asked, already knowing the truth but not wanting to admit it to himself.

All of this was terrifying to take in.

"Dead."

"You swine." Godric said. He didn't care about the deaths themselves. With what the Roman's did to his family. His faith in humanity wasn't large. With that he was conflicted on whether or not to care.

The boy smiled.

"I watched how you fought the soldiers . I never saw anyone fight like you."

There was a slight pause.

"I would fight you now if I could." Godric said in pain.