Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball own all. I'm just playing around with their characters. I own just my OCs.

AN: This plot is a bit AU and some characters a bit OOC but I hope you like it and please feel free to review, favorite, and/or follow!

This fanfic may include some disturbing themes to the underage readers. Please read if you choose to, but take caution.

The night air was relatively cool for the standards of Shreveport, Louisiana. Only soft crickets chirping under the midnight moon.

A girl, at the age of eighteen, opened her apartment door that led into the gloomy alley on her left. (From an outsider's point of view, she was a tall feminine figure of 5'8" dressed in a dark grey tank top and jean shorts, quite the beauty with a decent curvy figure.)

She kicked the door with her shoe to keep it open and walked through the doorframe with a large garbage bag in tow. Dragging it along the filthy bricks, she turned the corner and entered the alley, trudging toward the two twin garbage cans. After disposing her waste, she slowly ambled toward the entrance of the alley to head back inside.

Only when the moon was completely unblocked by the clouds previously covering it, did she stop at the entrance of the alley leading to the street, to look up and stare. How can a miniscule bright dot be a whole other planet that's just circling Earth, but from where humans stand, it provides light like none other?

The brunette slowly tilted her head back toward the heavens, closing her hazel eyes and inhaled a deep breath of the crisp night air.

She then motioned to turn right and head back inside the safety of her home when she heard footsteps. She observed they were quick but purposeful and heading toward her direction. She turned her head slightly to listen more attentively but the person had disappeared for she could not hear any other movement.

She shook her head and said, "Relax Andrea. It's nothing. Lets just go back inside and finish your English essay that's due tomorrow."

However a voice behind her uttered, "It is very unusual for a breather to talk to itself. How peculiar."

With her heart pounding in her chest, she quickly turned around and asked, "Who's there?!"

Emerging from the dark enveloping him, she saw an extremely tall blonde man stalk toward her. She mentally noted to herself that if the man didn't have such a fierce, almost animalist, sneer on his face, he would have been the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes on. With his broad shoulders, black attire, unnaturally pale skin, brilliant blue eyes and a unmistakable pride radiating from his essence, she could immediately assume supernatural.

She consciously took a step back as he stepped toward her. She slowly hoped to make her way towards the entrance of her small apartment. Just before he looked about ready to pounce, she finally glanced behind her and sprinted toward the entrance of her salvation. But he was right there in front of her, in that split second, blocking her way to the door. She gasped and quickly turned the corner and entered the alley.

She looked behind her to see no one following her, but when she was looking the wrong way, she slammed into a hard wall. When she recovered she saw that it wasn't a wall, but the man. She turned on her heels and started to run, but the blonde man, suddenly standing very close to her, caught her shoulders in a firm grip. Frozen in fear, she felt his cool breathe next to her ear. Automatically her brain assumed the absolute worst. However, what she didn't expect was the man running his nose up and down her neck, inhaling deep breaths.

Her heart felt like it was about to burst when his husky and almost strained voice said behind her, "Why, my darling, you smell absolutely divine."

What the fu-

Suddenly a very real pain erupted in her neck where the man was bending over her. She opened her mouth to scream but his hand roughly covered her mouth. She tried to keep her thoughts clear but her vision was fading and everything was hazy. She almost collapsed, but suddenly her eyes shot open and a new adrenaline pumped into her veins.

She bit down hard on the man's hand, enough to draw blood, and he let go in faint surprise. She took the opportunity to run to the back door of her apartment, in the process traveling deeper into the alley, and shook the handle trying desperately to open it. Unfortunately it was locked from the inside and there was a tall gate that blocked her from exiting the alley altogether. Of course she couldn't walk to her death, meaning the direction of the man so she rested her head on the door.

"No way of getting inside", she told herself. She begged to any higher power that was watching over her to miraculously open the door but none answered and she resigned to giving up. She closed her eyes and told herself this was the end.

She held the side of her neck where the dull throbbing was and pulled her hand away with thoughts of her death. She then saw, with wide eyes, in the vaguely lit moonlit that her hand was covered in a red sticky substance. She finally noticed that it is continuously running down her shirt, ruining and staining it forever.

With dread, she heard his slow footsteps drawing closer to her figure. In no hurry at all, because he knew she had no where to run to, he took his time closing in on his prey. This man, having missed her entire internal struggle, stalked over to her so he was facing her back. She didn't want to see her killer and thought," Might as well go out with a bang." Turning with her eyes squeezed tight she faced her killer.

She suddenly felt another body pinning hers against the door and thrashed wildly as a last desperate attempt at surviving. He easily pinned her arms above her head with both of his enormous hands and inserted a leg between hers so she stopped fighting. Standing at about 6'6" he had to bend over to be eye level with the petite female currently against the wall. He licked his lips when his gaze snapped to her neck but restrained from resuming what he had originally planned.

He then released one of the human's hands and grabbed her chin firmly so it was directed at his face. "Look at me," he commanded.

He had made his decision to keep this pet and he intended to make sure she was completely worthy for his maker.

She slowly opened her eyes to peer at her attacker. She noticed, for the first time that night, that his mouth contained a pair of sharp white incisors that practically gleamed in the lighting. "Vampire." She took the time to roam her eyes over his other features, seeing his mouth dripping with her blood. She finally raised her eyes to his intimidating cobalt stare. While their gazes met for that second, she realized what he did to her and found that he let go of one of her arms to grab onto her chin. She used the released arm to punch his jaw, hard.

It barely even fazed him but she groaned as she had just broken her hand. A brief sign of anger fluttered in the man's eyes and he grabbed a hold of her neck lifting her up above him, off the wall. She struggled to claw free from the man's arm but failed miserably.

The man spoke again, "Now, now little pet a form of violence is not a very polite way to respond against your new master. Is it?"

She barely registered his disapproving words as she was struggling to figure out a way to loosen his death grip around her throat. However the lack of oxygen in her lungs finally took its toll when her vision began to truly fade and she lost consciousness. After her body became limp, the blonde vampire threw her over his shoulder and shot off into the night…