This thing has been stuck in my head for a long time already, just writing it down to get it out of my head and get some peace. Maybe if people like it, I will continue.

True blood belongs to the rightful owners, I own nothing except Rosalie Stackhouse.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter One

''How the fuck can you be so stupid!''

''I got carried away in the heat of the moment!''

Sookie Stackhouse her words were nothing more than the truth, she got carried away. Heavily. Two months ago Eric Northman had appeared on her porch after months of no contact suddenly telling her he wanted her to know he was going back to Sweden. The ancient Viking merely found it rude to disappear without saying his final goodbye to her. And what a goodbye it had been. Before she even fully realized it herself Sookie had invited the vampire into her humble home and into her bed where they had spend more then two hours of doing god knows what.

Like she just said, she got carried away in the heat of the moment. Heavily.

''You got carried away and now you're carrying something else which maybe ain't even fully alive!'' The older Stackhouse hissed through gritted teeth as he glared at his sisters flat stomach. ''Get rid of it Sook.''

Sookie's blue eyes widened in shock before she protectively placed her small hands on her stomach, almost as if she was already telling the baby it would be safe in her arms. ''I'm part human and Faerie, it has my blood too Jason.''

''Sook! It's a goddamn vampire. Faeries ain't supposed to make vampire babies, vampires ain't supposed to get babies either. That's why vampires bite other people and make those vampires. This ain't right!'' The oldest Stackhouse was yelling on the top of his lungs now, his eyes burning with anger as he took a step into the direction of his younger sister. He had seen his sister on the edge of death multiple times, he couldn't bare to lose her this time and if something as an abortion could prevent it, hell he would drag her there kicking and screaming.

''And it's my child too Jason. My flesh, my blood, mine.'' Sookie bit back. She couldn't blame Jason for being angry or scared, Sookie wouldn't admit it out loud but she was scared too. Scared out of her goddamn wits.

''I can't lose you, I've lost gran, mom and daddy. Sook, you're all that I've got. Please, just get rid of it. For me.'' The sound of her brothers voice was nothing more than a small whisper. But Jason's words meant nothing to Sookie, she was determined to keep the child with or without her brothers support.

''I'm keeping the baby, Jason.''

''Damn it Sook! You don't know shit about that thing that is growing inside of you.'' The oldest Stackhouse ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair as the images of his sister soaked in blood haunted his mind.

''What if it would end like in that vampire movie that I watched just to have sex with Macy afterwards, I paid attention. That Bella girl ain't living no more all thanks to that!'' Jason said as he pointed at his sisters stomach.

''Jason Stackhouse, did you just give the Twilight movies as a reason for abortion!'' Sookie said shocked as she slapped him on his upper arm, in response her brother took a step back to avoid another hit. ''Well, ye- It could end like that!'' Jason argued back as rubbed his arm where his sister had slapped him.

''Or- Or that thing will come out of your stomach just like in that alien movie!''

A look of disgust could be seen on Sookie's features as she spoke. ''This is the real world Jason!''

''You're right, this is the real world. With witches, faeries, vampires and goddamn wolves! Movies and real life ain't that far away from each other.'' Jason replied as he walked towards the fridge to get himself a cold beer. Hell maybe he would even get two, perhaps he needed a whole pack to calm himself down.

''Maybe that thing will eat you alive from the inside out.'' The older Stackhouse yelled over his shoulder before taking a sip from his cold alcoholic drink.

''Could you stop calling the baby ''It'' or '' that thing'' you're offending your nephew or little niece.'' Sookie said irritated as she walked into the large kitchen, sighing she sat down on one of the chairs at the diner table. Maybe if she would leave Jason alone for a bit he would come to his senses, her brother was shocked that was all.

''Nephew or niece?''

''Yes, your nephew or niece. Not ''It.'' or ''that thing''.'' Sookie said annoyed as she met her brothers confused gaze again, who had let himself fall down on the chair at the other side of the table.

''Jason, you alright?'' Sookie asked while eyeing Jason carefully. Perhaps he had a small break down because of the news. ''I- I'm going to be an uncle.''

''Yeah, someone is going to call you ''uncle Jason''.'' In only a few minutes she had witnessed her brother being angry, sad, and surprised but now he actually looked happy and confused. Mostly confused though. Sookie didn't want to get her hopes yet but somehow she knew that those two little words changed his whole opinion about the pregnancy.

''Uncle Jason, I actually like the sound of that. I actually like it a lot.''

''Uncle Jason!''

''Hmhm?''

''Uncle Jason, seriously get up! Your shift starts in twenty minutes.'' Rosalie Stackhouse roughly pulled the blankets of the sleeping form of her uncle who in response groaned loudly at the sudden cold torturing his skin.

''Get up, you promised to bring me to work remember?'' The young girl said as she tossed his uniform on the bed beside him. ''Did I?'' Jason mumbled groggily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he really couldn't remember making a promise to his niece to drop her off at Arlene's.

'Yes, you did. Now hurry up and get changed, I'll wait downstairs.'' Rosalie replied before disappearing out of the master bedroom, the sound of footsteps on the stairs faded and once again Jason was alone with his thoughts.

It had been a long time since he had a dream about the past and this particular dream had been gone for quit some time now, what a night that had been. The old sheriff sat up straight and stretched his arms as a yawn escaped his lips, he really need to get to bed more early in the afternoon. Those night shifts will be the death of him one day.

''Uncle Jay please!''

The sound of his niece voice snapped him out of his thoughts, in less then seconds he was out of bed and making his way towards the bathroom. ''Five minutes Rosy!'' He yelled as he shut the door behind him. ''Goddamn, girl has no patience at all.'' He muttered before splashing some water in his face. ''Just like that Swedish Dracula.''

In less then the promised time Jason was fully dressed and made his way down the wooden stairs into the hallway were his niece stood waiting impatiently for his arrival. The sheriff stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes got a glimpse of the outfit of the young girl. ''What are you wearing, n- no what are you not wearing?'' He said as he eyed the dark blue shorts, the incredible short shorts. ''Put on some goddamn pants and I mean pants that will reach you're ankles. Your Momma would turn around in her grave if she would see you wear that.''

Rosalie sighed loudly at the words of her uncle and folded her arms over her chest, her way of dressing had always been the reason of many of their arguments, arguments Rosalie most of the time won. She wouldn't say it out loud but she had her uncle wrapped around her finger, she would most of the time sucker him in with a pout and bashing her pretty eyelashes at him, an instant win. But she really didn't have time for it now, she needed to get to work before someone else was going to earn her tips.

''Uncle Jason, were going to be late. Lets talk about it tomorrow alright?'' Rosalie said as she opened the front door and stepped outside, making her way towards his dark red truck.

''I'll swear to god, one of these days I'm going to burn all your so called pants.'' He hissed into her ear as he walked past her towards the car.
The young girl couldn't help but laugh at his words as she opened the door of the red vehicle. ''If you do, I'll cut all your jeans to shorts too.''

''You do that and I'll sell all your precious shoes, Rosy.'' Jason said as he started the truck and drove off towards the small bar. His niece had an obsession with shoes, buying a goddamn pair once in every two weeks, he made her give or throw away at least two pairs every few months. If he didn't his whole house would be full of it, stocked everywhere probably even in the damn cupboards.

''If you sell my shoes I will never wake you again and then you would always be late for work.'' She replied smugly as she fastened her seat belt.

''You're right, I would lose my best alarm clock. Never mind, keep those shoes.''

The sheriff stopped the car on the parking lot of the small bar, the loud music and laughter could be even heard outside. ''At the looks of it, Arlene really needs you.'' Jason said as he looked the the shadows of the rushing waitresses, Saturday night had always been a busy one but tonight it looked extremely crowded.

''Yeah, it will probably get late.'' Rosalie replied as she stepped out of the car. She was eager to get to work, perhaps because her mother had worked there too, somehow she felt more connected to her when she was there.

''Want me to pick you up, Rosy?''

''Lafayette said he would drop me off tonight, so no worries.'' The young girl said smiling before turning around into the direction of the bar.

''Rose wait, did you- you know drink some blood?'' The last words were nothing more then a soft whisper but Rosalie could hear her uncle perfectly thanks to her supernatural senses. She turned around into his direction again, rolling her eyes at him as she spoke. ''Course I did, I'm not six anymore.''

''I know, I know sometimes I wish you were though.'' The sheriff muttered as he started the car again. ''It would be a hell of a lot easier.''

Images of a little girl with blonde pigtails filled his head and for the first time Jason Stackhouse actually looked at his young niece, studied her features. Long straight blond hair, light blue eyes, thin pale lips. Everyday she would look more and more like the spitting image of Eric Northman, sometimes when he looked into Rosalie her eyes he could almost feel as if the ex sheriff was watching him, judging him through her light blue orbs.

''I need to go uncle Jay, I'll see you in the morning. Go catch some bad guys!'' She said jokingly before turning around again and walking towards the bar. Jason snapped out of his memory lane only hearing the last part of the sentences Rosalie had said. He huffed in response at her little joke before yelling one of the things he had said to her countless of times already before driving off to the sheriff's office. ''You go catch some tips, so you can buy yourself some godforsaken pants!''

''I love you too!''

The smell of alcohol filled Rosalie her nose trills as she stepped into the small bar, her supernatural senses were a curse and a blessing at the same time. She could hear and smell things perfectly but on the days she had to work she would rather not smell and sometimes not even hear anything at all. With disgust she looked around, it wasn't even eleven AM yet and it was full with drunken rednecks and desperate over aged woman who needed someone to fill the cold side of the bed for the night.

''Well, money is money.'' The young girl muttered as she made her way through the busy bar towards the back to fix her hair.

''Praise the lord, you're here!'' Arlene Bellefleur sighed in relief as she saw Rosalie standing in front of the small mirror fixing her hair into a ponytail. ''Could you please help Trisha with some of her tables, she is a downright disaster.'' Her boss said as she grabbed a wooden tray from the stacks behind her.

''Yeah, yeah I'll help her.'' Rosalie replied before carefully painting her lips a lovely shade of pink. If she would make herself look pretty she would get more tips, it made her feel somewhat sick about herself but Rosalie reminded herself that this was the world she lived in and there was nothing she could do about it.

''You're a life savor, sugar. Now go let Trisha see how its done.''

Arlene handed the tray over to Rosalie who made her way into the busy bar and towards the poor new girl who hardly had even been working for a week in the bar and grill. ''Trisha, you alright?'' Rosalie asked as she looked at the nervous girl who was cleaning up the broken glass from the wooden floor, Trisha gazed up at the sound of her voice, she was on the edge of tears. ''I suck at this, I can't even give people there drinks properly. I'm a fucking failure.''

Rosalie felt sorry for the girl, she wasn't even properly trained yet and she had to work on the most busy night of the week. ''It will be alright Trisha, I'll take over your tables for a few minutes. Go take a small brake.'' Rosalie helped the girl to her feet and handed her the small tray with the broken glass.

''You're alright with serving mine and your tables?''

Rosalie nodded in response, even if Trisha would stay she would serve half of her tables anyway. The girl was slow in serving and ordering but Rosalie couldn't blame her for that, she wasn't trained yet. It was Arlene's fault she had to show the new waitress the ropes but she had been so busy with other things she completely forgot, it would be the best for the newbie to take a break and pull herself together again so she could start with new hope and hopefully some confidence.

''Yeah, it will be fine. Go.'' She nudged Trisha to the direction of the door before beginning to serve the unhappy customers at the many tables, some of them didn't even notice the amount of time it took to get their drinks ready because of the huge amount of alcohol they already carried in there blood.

Rosalie had served almost all tables in a small amount of time, there was only one left. She smiled warmly as she made her way down the table in the corner of the bar where three gentlemen were seated. ''Hi, what can I get y'all?''

The one who sat in the middle spoke first, his green eyes glistering as he studied her from head to toe. ''I'll take a True Blood B Positive, please.''

''Alright what will it be for you guys?'' Rosalie asked as she wrote the down the order of the first vampire.

''We both would like A Negative.'' The dark haired vampire said as he pointed towards his friend at the other side of the table. Rosalie nodded in response as she wrote down the other order. ''Cold or warm?''

''Warm.''

''Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks.'' Rosalie said smiling before disappearing to the large bar. Now a days vampires were a common thing in Bon Temps as were they in any other small little town, they even had a couple of vampires who lived here but nothing major like in the big city's. Rosalie herself didn't find them scary or creepy, she herself was part vampire and only required a small amount of blood to keep the beast inside of her under control.

She remembered when her uncle brought home the awful True Blood for her to drink instead of the normal blood that he always got from the blood bank. She didn't even swallow the surrogate blood before spitting it out right on the light brown carpet. The nine years old refused to take another sip from the horrible liquid again and said she would rather die of hunger then ever let the disgusting taste enter her mouth, the small battle was won at the end of the night.

Rosalie served many tables that night, some luckily even with the help from Trisha. As the clocked stroke one AM, she decided it was time for a well deserved break, it had become more quiet in the bar only the locals were still hanging in their own personal seats.
Sighing loudly Rosalie sat down on one of the bar stools her head resting on the wooden bar, she probably walked twenty miles tonight, well at least it felt like she did.

''Rose, sugar could you please throw away the trash for me?'' Arlene asked softly as she cleaned some glasses behind the bar. In response Rosalie groaned, why couldn't Arlene do it herself? She worked her butt off tonight and now she sat down for what? Twenty seconds?

''Fine, but that is the last damn thing I do tonight.'' Rosalie mumbled as she stood up.

''Thank's hun, you can sit down for a while afterwards.''

The young girl stretched her arms before grabbing the large bin bag that was placed at the side of the bar. Yawning loudly Rosalie walked out of the back door, the fresh air was wonderful after a night of sweat and cheap after shave making its way into your nose. Perhaps she could sit here for a few minutes without being bothered, even Trisha could clean tables.

But before she could even throw the bag away a hand was clasped over her mouth, Rosalie screamed in surprise at the sudden cold touch but the hand muffled the sound. ''I've waited hours for you to finally come out of that goddamn little bar.'' A cold voice whispered in her ear as she felt another arm wrap tightly around her slender waist.

Rosalie tried to set herself free from the iron embrace but she was easily held into place by the man, as fast as he could the captor dragged her towards the back of the dark parking lot where she could hear small cheering as they came closer.

''Well fuck, he actually got her!''

The man roughly threw her in the back of what seemed like a small van before stepping inside himself, Rosalie screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt another pair of arms grabbing her as she tried to crawl over the man's lap to the vehicles door which in response was locked.

''No, no little Faeri. You're coming with us.'' The other man cooed at her as he roughly pulled her back into the middle of the back seat. Rosalie's eyes widened as she saw his face, she couldn't make out all his features in the dark but she was sure it was one of those vampires that were at the bar tonight. How could they have smelled her, she didn't come to close and she made sure to spray herself with a large amount of perfume before going to work. It was impossible that they could have known.

Rosalie heard a sudden ''click'' and a soft growl next to her, she closed her eyes in response knowing what would come next. She would never thought it would end like this, getting drained to the bone and then getting killed. The girl didn't want to end like her mother, she didn't want to die, she just couldn't leave her uncle behind.

''What the fuck do you think you're doing Dave! You can't taste her, it's a gift for the new Sheriff. The king specifically said we couldn't drink from her!'' The man hissed at Dave who was now inches away from Rosalie her neck.

''Come on, Nick. Just a little bite won't hurt, We will heal the marks with our blood. No one will notice.'' Dave said as he pushed a blond strand of hair behind Rosalie her ear, the young girl was fighting his iron grip with all the strength she had left trying to make some distance between her and his sharp teeth. ''Let me go, you fucker!''

The vampire named Nick ignored her small cries and stayed silent for a moment as he watched Rosalie intensely, his eyes locked onto her neck. ''No one will notice?''

''Course not, now hold her still. This one is a feisty little thing.''

''You fuckers better let my have a taste too.'' The driver yelled at the two vampires as he quickly looked over his shoulder at the scene that was taking place in the backseat.

''Yeah yeah, you ain't got nothing to worry about.'' Nick mused before he pinned the young girl against the grey fabric of the seat. ''I'll go first.''
Rosalie her eyes widened as she felt the sharp fangs rip through her flesh, she could actually feel the blood being sucked right out of her. How strange.

''Please just let me-'' Rosalie couldn't even finish her sentence before she flinched in pain again as she saw the other vampire sink his sharp teeth into her upper arm. She whimpered slightly before closing her eyes, a small tear escaping as she felt herself slipping away into darkness.

Well this was it, its a small prologue about what is about to come I suppose. But at least I got it out of my head, please leave a review and tell me what you think!