Being a Stackhouse wasn't easy, you had vampires, witches, and every other supernatural creature after your blood. Well, at least Sookie and I do. It's hard. Real hard. I hate watching the people I love die protecting us, or just dying thanks to the vampires. I hate how everything came back to either Eric, Bill, Sookie, or I. It was annoying and to think we could've had a normal life. But, that's unavailable to a Stackhouse. Welcome, to my personal hell. Until I met him.