AUTHORS NOTE:

This is my first published story. I'm not a skilled writer by any means - just publishing my story because I love to write as a hobby. I love True Blood. Now, what I'm about to write... let's get a few things straight.

1. I have not read the books, I'm a newbie to True Blood.

2. I don't ship Sookie and Bill but it's what worked for this story.

3. I'm going against some of the "rules", ie, I doubt that the vampires can produce children with humans (or a half human/half fae). But I'm doing it anyway, because I'm an asshole.

Any feedback you're able to provide would be awesome. I understand this story has probably been written before, although I've never read it - there are always similar stories, it just happens, and I apologize if it seems too cliche. You don't have to like it. I randomly thought of this whilst I was listening to Don't Fear the Reaper. Kind of random, right? But it happened. Anyway I'll stop rambling, but thanks for reading! Before I post this, I'm writing out the first three chapters, and before I post I'll always have the next two chapters ready, too. I know myself too well; if I don't have them ready, it'll be months before you see another chapter from me. Not because I'm a slow writer, but I always forget to update things, including my own agenda.

Also, I am absolutely clueless as to how adoption works, and how you would get in touch with your biological parents, so please please don't hate me for my errors. I tried to look things up but ended up winging it.

I recently realized that you really cannot control the events of your life.

One minute, you're an adopted teenager who thinks a little too highly of yourself. You're mischievous and you push peoples limits. You can defend yourself well, but you don't think much of it other than you've always been feisty.

Then the next, you're in some hick town in Louisiana and you find out your father is a vampire and your mother is half fucking fairy. Then what does that make me?

Welcome to my so called life. And no, sadly, this is not as awesome as the television show.

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Seventeen year old Atalie Cunningham scowled as she sat at the dinner table. Yet another awkward "family dinner" with her lunatic parents. Her father had been cheating on her mother for at least two years, and her mother was too convinced that their life was perfect to do a damn thing about it. Their family dinners were a failed attempt to bring everyone together. Atalie's mother was delusional and a complete bitch. If she wasn't busy telling everyone how fantastic their family was, she was reaming Atalie about what a self centered bitch she was, or putting her down in some way or another. Atalie had come to the conclusion that her mother was taking out her own problems on her daughter, but she was getting tired of it.

Gavin Cunningham was a doctor, originally from Scotland. He attended Oxford University in Oxford, United Kingdom where he met Sara Lund, a Swedish beauty from Öland. The two quickly fell in love and married once they were both finished with school, where Gavin was well on his way to becoming a highly successful doctor. After two years of marriage, they relocated to Beverly Hills where they both proceeded to pursue their careers. Gavin became a notoriously successful neurosurgeon and family practice doctor, tending to many of Hollywood's most elite. Sara found her muse in fashion, becoming a stylist. They both worked closely with many Hollywood starlets, something their one and only child Atalie could've cared less about.

Thankfully, they didn't have much to do with paparazzi. Surely if Gavin's affair became public, that would swirl around momentarily but it wouldn't be anything big considering he was merely a doctor. However, Atalie still wasn't sure who he was screwing around with. She prayed he wasn't fooling around with a celebrity of any sorts, because then that would be not only messy - but immensely humiliating.

They swam around in wealth, another thing Atalie didn't care about. She attended The Buckley School, and wore the ugliest uniforms with the snobbiest people of Los Angeles County. Atalie had many friends but none of them she considered to be her best friend. She hated The Buckley School with a passion, and knew that if she missed enough classes, she could be expelled. She'd attempted that stunt in ninth grade, but subsequently her father built the school a new science wing and therefore the school was forever in debt to the Cunningham's and her chances of being expelled were slim to none. Her parents had been livid that she'd skipped so many classes and failed so many tests. Atalie was smart when it came to humanities and writing, but she loathed math and for that reason made no effort to do well. But even when she knew she was failing tests, her math grade remained at a B. She loathed her parents almost more than she loathed math.

Atalie had found out years before that she was adopted. She had always suspected - not only because her parents appeared to be from Mars, but her mother had blue/green eyes and blonde hair and father had green eyes and copper hair. She looked nothing like them and acted nothing like them. They finally admitted when she was thirteen and supposedly mature enough to handle the news, that she had been adopted when she was two months old, merely a newborn.

Atalie had always wondered who her real parents were. She possessed chocolate brown eyes and brown hair. She was average at 5'6, and kept herself in shape by working out and occasionally swinging her fist.

"Atalie sweetie, could you pass the peas please?" Sara asked, her voice bitterly sweet. Atalie wanted to shove the knife through her heart but instead complied and harshly passed over the peas. Her father sent her a warning look but he was far from menacing. Her mother yelled and put her down but she still wasn't afraid of her by any means. "Your father and I were thinking of taking off two months this summer to visit Europe, how does that sound? You've only been two Sweden and Scotland a couple of times, we need to make sure you can carry out your conversations in Svenska properly."

Most of Sara's accent had faded having lived in the US for almost twenty-years, but there were still traces of her Scandinavian heritage. Gavin's accent was heavier but he'd learned to mask it for the sake of his patients.

"What about New York?" Atalie frowned. She didn't want to sound spoiled, but the only friend that actually meant anything to her had moved to New York City during the school year and she'd made plans to spend the summer with her.

"Atalie, your European roots are far more important than causing trouble in some ghetto city." Gavin said sternly as he focused on his food. "If Gabrielle wants to see you, she can fly to LA before we leave."

Atalie let out a sardonic laugh. She'd had enough of being babied and having everything she enjoyed, including herself, be put down. "You know? I'm really tired of you two. You scold me for being immature and childish, when I don't really have a mature authority to look up to. You wonder how I turned out this way? What else am I supposed to know when I'm surrounded by delusional, immature, lying cheaters? I can't take this anymore."

Sara gasped; Atalie was almost positive her father was going to lunge over the table and hit her. Instead, they remained quiet, Sara shooting her daughter looks of disapproval and shame. Atalie rolled her eyes; she was over everything.

"Han otrogen mot dig, sluta agera som allt är okej." Atalie said to her mother. Gavin hadn't taken up the Swedish language, therefore whenever Atalie spoke to her mother he never understood. Sara stared at her daughter, wide eyed and bewildered. It wasn't that Sara was clueless, but she hadn't realized how tuned in her daughter was. Instead of comforting her, or thanking her, she chose to be angry and stick to denial.

Sara pursed her lips. "Sluta att just nu kommer jag tolererar inte detta dumt beteende."

Gavin continued to eat his dinner, absolutely oblivious as to what they were saying.

Atalie looked to her plate, suddenly not hungry anymore. "I'm not hungry," she said flatly, "thanks for dinner."

She picked up her plate and retreated to her bedroom. She had officially had enough. She knew her mother would be up soon to belittle her. It was only five-thirty, meaning most official offices were still open, at least for another half hour.

Sneakily she made her way to her mothers room, taking her social security number and retreating back to her bedroom. She picked up the phone. She knew what she had to do.

"Hello, this is Sara Lund Cunningham," she said, feigning a Swedish accent. She knew it didn't matter but it was fun anyway. "Seventeen years ago I adopted my daughter, Atalie Joelle Cunningham, and she's taken an interest in knowing more about her biological parents. How would we go about this considering she's not of legal age yet?"

"Well miss we can provide you with the names of her biological birth parents, but I'll need the name of the orphanage, city of birth and hospital, as well as your social security number." Atalie cursed herself. Of course she'd need to know where she was born - she had no clue. She wondered if she could retain a copy of her original birth certificate, but then there was the whole orphanage ordeal.

"Okay, thank you very much."

Atalie ended the call. Her parents were talking in hushed tones, probably about Atalie's "concerning behavior". She made her way up to the attic, where all their old records were. Atalie found old photo albums, including one of when she was first brought home from wherever the hell she came from. She found a box with her name on it. She looked through everything, finding nothing until she brought up another photo album. In the photo album, there were photos of a petite blonde woman and a man with dark hair and blue eyes. Her jaw dropped; if you mixed the two together, she definitely could be their child. She looked through the photos, her heart beating as she saw the ones she needed. A little newborn baby in the hands of the blonde. When she made it to the end of the album, out dropped a piece of paper; her original birth record.

BABY GIRL STACKHOUSE-COMPTON

DOB: 13/05/1994

BIOLOGICAL MOTHER: SOOKIE ANN STACKHOUSE

BIOLOGICAL FATHER: WILLIAM THOMAS COMPTON

PLACE OF BIRTH: MONROE, LOUISIANA

"I was born in Louisianian? Great, I'm a hick!" She mumbled. Beyond that, she finally had the answers she needed. To hell with calling social services back - she would look them up herself.

"What the hell are you doing, Atalie." She heard her mothers voice behind her, sending chills up her spine. She didn't know what to do now, admit she hated her guts and wanted to leave? "Get down to your room, now."

"I'm finding my parents." Atalie said adamantly, storming down to her room. "And I pray that they're not as fucked up as you and Gavin are."

TRANSLATIONS

Han otrogen mot dig, sluta agera som allt är okej. = He cheated on you, stop acting like everything's okay.

Sluta att just nu kommer jag tolererar inte detta dumt beteende. = Stop that right now. I will not tolerate this stupid behavior.