Prolouge - A mysterious man
When he knocked on the door, a thought fell into his head. He suddenly remembered this place again. Clearly he'd been there before, but now it was different. There'd been made changes. Lots of changes. His coat was all wet, from the rain and it still bounced off his hat and hit the ground. He knocked again and retracted them. The fangs. He didn't want her to see them. See the white fangs as they threatened everything coming at him. The door opened and there was complete silence. Sookie looked at him with wide eyes. She didn't blink. He also just stood there and watched her. Her blonde perfect hair. Her pretty face. Suddenly the words began to fall out of her mouth. ''Who are you?'' she said. He could not keep himself from laughing a bit. He took off his hat and smiled. ''The name's Macklyn,'' he said. ''Macklyn?'' Sookie said and one eyebrow was lifted. And just as he was about to say his last name he stopped. He couldn't get the word out. ''I'm Mr. Macklyn W... I'm looking for Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse.'' He said. '' That's me...You shouldn't be standing out here in the rain... come on inside, Macklyn.'' and then he stepped inside.
When he entered the house, he began to remember it better. Lots of changes were made in here as well. A weird bow called a TV was added to the living room. He never understood the point of that, and he certainly never used it. In fact he didn't use any of those human things. He was a nomad... a person who didn't have a home and just moved from place to place. That he was and now, he seemed to have found a home. A place he didn't want to move from. Sookie poured water into a glass as Macklyn sat down. ''So.. Macklyn. Why've you come to Bon Temps?'' she smiled and sat down. Macklyn looked at the glass of water, and then up at Sookie. She noticed, how he didn't touch the water. ''I was simply looking for you,'' he replied. Sookie gave him a weird look. ''For family.'' he said and looked once again on the water. ''Are we related?'' Sookie asked. ''We can call it that, yes. Don't you have a brother?'' he asked. ''Jason?'' said Sookie and looked at the water. Why did the mysterious man didn't drink? Suddenly he looked at her. ''Ah yes, Jason. Where is he?'' he asked, but Sookie didn't reply. She just looked at him like she was trying to figure out something. Macklyn starred back at her and suddenly heard something in his mind. What does he want with Jason? It was Sookie's voice. Sookie's voice was questioning although she wasn't talking. Macklyn was reading her thoughts as she was his. Suddenly her jaw dropped. ''Who are you?'' she said and stood up. Macklyn simply stood up and answered: ''I'm Macklyn, and I am going to explain more about myself, don't worry.'' Sookie just stood there. ''I am a fairy, just as you.'' He said. Sookie's jaw retracted and she stepped back. ''How do you know what I am?'' she asked. ''Your thoughts are easy to read,'' he answered with a smile. ''Yours aren't,'' Sookie said. ''How is that? If you're a fairy, your thoughts should be easy to hear.'' She didn't smile. Macklyn did, he smiled. ''I'm much older than you... My thoughts are hidden from everyone. But as you are a family member, you can read them. Not perfectly, but almost.'' He said. ''Not perfectly? Your mind is like a vampire, but I can still hear things. Short sentences and stuff, but never mind that. Why have you come to find family?''
Macklyn didn't hear what she said. He suddenly caught himself starring at her neck. Sookie noticed. She always does and her thoughts went crazy. She's obviously been with a vampire before. But not like him. Not like Macklyn. But she couldn't know. Could she? Would she find out? She was a smart girl. But he was smarter. He could glamour her, he knew that, although she was half fairy. He had those powers, for he was the great, the feared, the mystic. He was Mr. M. Warlow.