Chapter One

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"Daniel," I whined my older brother's name for the nth time in the past hour. I noticed his hand twitching at the steering wheel as his eyes stared out the clear highway road with bored eyes. "Are we there yet?" He gave me a glance that answered my repeated question. I sighed. Daniel never liked travelling by car because travelling by car means my mind won't be occupied for long, and I'll end up asking the imperative question: "are we there yet?" Yes, it was annoying; but, really, if you have been in a car for almost two days with a brother like mine. He was always quiet and reserved but very intimidating when provoked. Its kind of scary but he has a good judge of character that he would never let me near anyone or anything that is remotely dangerous.

"Just an hour, Ellie," He sighed in defeat. "Just one more hour and we'll be home, unpacking and starting a new life." He ran his massive hands into his long, jet black hair while muttering under his breath about getting a haircut soon. I nodded absentmindedly at his words while braiding my hair to the side. The sweltering heat was making my hair stick to the back of my neck; it was a very big change from dark, rainy skies in Washington to humid, sunny Louisiana air.

I heard Daniel snort. I looked at him as he said, "Looks like you and I need a haircut." He gave me a lazy grin and ruffled my toffee coloured hair. I instinctively recoiled from his touch and gave him a swift kick on his thigh over the console. He laughed. "Aw, c'mon, squirt, I didn't ruin your precious hair that much. It's still beautiful."

"Shut up, and drive!" I hissed. He laughed again before turning back to the road and taking an exit. "You excited to moving to Bon Temps?"

It was my turn to snort. "As long as there's trails I can walk around, and the heat isn't so overbearing, then I'll be fine." It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't far from the truth either. As long as there were walking trails in the woods, then I will be fine. The weather on the other hand was a different story: I've been so used to the low, cool temperatures back in Eugene all my life that I'm positive I won't be getting used to this high temperatures the South offers any time soon.

"You think you'll be all right, Ell?" He asked as he turned into a quaint little neighbourhood. I gave him a tiny shrug and got out the car once he parked in front of a large, ageing house. Daniel stood next to me; a small, wistful smile on his lips as he stared at the home of his late grandmother. I wrapped my hands around his waist and gave him a timid smile.

"Nana would have loved you, Ellie," He said while twirling a piece of hair in-between his fingers. "She never really liked me when I was younger. Mum said it was because I was too wild and rambunctious, Nana couldn't keep me still at all. She always wanted Mum to have another child. A girl, she always insisted. But when Mum found out she couldn't have anymore children, she and Nana were devastated.

We moved to Eugene after that and seldom visited Nana. And then she got sick when I was only sixteen. It was then I realised that you don't know what you had until you've lost it. Although she was a completely pain in the arse with her snippy personality, Nana was a wonderful person. It was during that time Mum and Dad found you."

He held me tighter to his side as memories from twelve years ago went through our minds. Daniel's mother had found me near the edge of the woods at an interstate when I was ten years old. The reason why I was even out there were very vague to me. But all I knew from what Daniel told me from all those years ago was that I was crying over something; mumbling things under my breath no one understood until I was taken to the hospital and I all but remembered why and what I was doing in such a dangerous place.

It was then I was part of the Monroe family, and it was after three months, Daniel's grandmother had passed away. We had to take a week trip down to Louisiana to attend the funeral and that was when things changed between Daniel and his parents.

A warm hand caressed my cheek. The thumb gently gliding near the edge of my left brow, all the way down to my cheek, and the corner of my lip. Daniel did it a few times more and it gave me great comfort. But it wasn't the same with him as the long, faint scar left there by him always gave him a reminder how dangerous he really was, and the immense guilt he always felt upon seeing it. It wasn't really visible to the human eye unless you come up close and see the pinkish colour it gave my skin.

"Daniel," I whispered, careful not to put him out of reverie. "Can we go inside now?" He gave me another smile before showering the left side of my face with kisses and muttering words of apologies to me and himself. He pushed me up the stairs leading to the front door, and placed a key in the palm of my hand. I opened large double doors wide open to let the air inside the large home while Daniel opened the trunk of the rental trailer attached to his car and began unloading our stuff.

Hello! This is my first True Blood story, and I am veeeeery nervous but also excited about writing this. Haha. I have read TB fanfics here before, and I just had this sudden urge to make my own! :) Please leave some generous reviews and thank you in advance for the follows and favourites! I hope this fanfic is up to True Blood standard. lol