Alrighty people, we are in season three here. This story LOOSELY follows the plot of the show. There will be some changes here and there. This first chapter is laying the background for our OC Eden. This will become and Eric/OC pairing. I'm a fan of slow burns soooo be prepared. There also won't be a whole lot of Sookie because I find her irritating and weak.

Chapter One

Eden sat in her car, staring at the front doors of the only hole-in-the-wall bar for miles. She had never been to Bon Temps before, but finding Merlotte's wasn't hard. It was like every road in the damn town led to this particular parking lot. She bet the owner made a killing. Besides, what else did the locals have to do around here?

The sound of clanking pool balls and laughter drifted through her car window. She knew she couldn't sit there forever, but she was terrified of going inside. It had been months that she'd been searching for her sister. Her parents had given up. They even had a funeral. Buried an empty fucking casket with her sister's name carved into the headstone.

But Eden knew she wasn't dead. Did her parents believe her? Of course not. They chalked it up to grief and guilt from not being around much. In fact, Eden couldn't help but feel like her parents blamed her for her sister's sudden disappearance. They'd always told her that she was a bad influence. Skipping church and running off to college made her a sinner. They probably thought that her baby sister had done the same, followed in her footsteps.

But Eden knew it wasn't true. She knew what happened to her sister. She could feel it. She could feel her. Just like she'd been able to do since the very day her mother gave birth to the girl. There was a connection that Eden couldn't explain, and she had never tried to. Even at the tender age of five, she knew how to maneuver around her daddy's fists. And telling him that she can hear her baby sister's thoughts, and feel her emotions was a sure fire way to receive a beating.

She had left for college at 18, finding some shit school in Ohio. She'd had no real desire for an education, but when she saw the chance to escape her abusive father, she took it. The guilt she felt the first few months about leaving her sister, who was only 12 at the time, tore her apart from the inside out. But once her life started to take off, she all but forgot about her, and their parents. She never called, never wrote, never went home for breaks. And as much as she regretted it and as ashamed as she was for letting it happen, she stopped thinking about her family altogether. The only reminder she had they existed was the dull throb in the back of her mind that was her sister's consciousness. At least that's what she called it. It was like a small spot on her brain that held everything her sister though and felt. Sometimes when she slept it was more powerful, almost like they were in the same room. The same was true when she would drink. But over time, she became so used to it that she barely noticed.

That is, until six years later.

She had felt her sister's fear. Even 15 hours away in Ohio she would get a small ping of panic and fear when her sister did. But this had been different. This had been true terror unlike anything she'd ever felt before.

And then it disappeared. And so did her connection to her sister. It was as if someone had cut the cord that had tied them together.

She died.

Eden had felt her baby sister die in that moment. She didn't call her parents, she knew she wouldn't be able to handle them. Instead she packed a bag through tear filled eyes and hopped in the car.

What hurt the most wasn't the fact that her sister was gone, it was the fact that Eden was incapable of crying for her. Sure her eyes misted and tears threatened to spill, but they never did. What was wrong with her? What type of person doesn't cry for their sister? No matter how annoying she had been growing up, no matter how frustrated Eden had gotten with her as kids, she still loved her. Didn't she?

She was only five hours from home, after driving the entire day with only one stop, when she felt it. Emotion flooded her heart, her bones, her entire being. She had lived almost her entire life feeling her sister. Knowing that she was alive, that her heart was beating. When she died, Eden felt alone, lighter, empty.

She wasn't dead.

Driving down the highway, Eden felt her sister's presence slam back into her mind.

But she wasn't alone. Eden could feel someone else, someone new.

It hadn't taken her long to realize what had happened. And she was pissed. The anger filled her from head to toe. How could her sister let this happen? How could she allow herself to become someone, something, so vile?

Over the next few months, Eden met a number of different "doctors" to try and find a way to explain and control her connection to her little sister. She was determined to use it to find her, to track her down and confront her.

But even Eden had to admit, she wasn't as mad as she pretended to be. She just didn't know what other emotion she should be feeling. Is she supposed to still grieve for a person who, in a sense, was still alive?

The best answer she found came from a witch, a real life fucking witch.

Vampires had come out of the coffin, so she didn't know why she was surprised that other things existed as well.

This "doctor" had apparently seen her condition before. According to him, Eden was a rare type of medium. Not the type who could communicate with dead people, but the type who could communicate with... essentially anyone they wanted to. Her connection to her sister was automatic. It was all in the blood. But the more Eden learned about herself, the more sense it made.

Every relationship she'd had ended in disaster. She knew when she was being cheated on. She knew when they didn't love her as much as they claimed, or when they loved her too much. She also knew when her best friend, Liz, was upset. She wouldn't even have to see her to know. It was just a feeling she'd get. Another bad day for Liz.

Anyone she'd ever been close too, she felt them. What she had always played off as great intuition was actually something more. Something deep. Something supernatural.

And so here she was, six months after feeling her sister die and subsequently come back to life.

With one last glance at herself in the rear view mirror, she exited the car. Her shoes padded along the soft dirt of the parking lot as she made her way to the door. With the briefest of hesitations, she pulled it open and stepped inside.

The bar was full of life, all different walks of it for that matter. There were some young kids playing pool who she doubted were even out of high school. A few older women in a corner booth dressed like they had just left the church. Middle aged men who's eyes scanned the crowd for horny women. Half dressed girls at the bar hoping to use their fake laughs and breasts to lure some poor guy home. It reminded her of an old country song.

She hated country music.

Her eyes flicked from corner to corner, searching for her. But in reality, the last memory she had of her sister was her at 12 years old. She wouldn't even recognize her. Would she?

"Need a table?" A young boy asked when he spotted her. His eyes travelled the length of her body, immediately making her uncomfortable.

"Uh, no actually." She shook her head. "I'm looking for someone." She wondered if he knew her. It was a small town so she imagined it would be hard to be a stranger to anyone.

"Oh yeah?" The kid raised his eyebrows and smirked. "A boyfriend maybe?" He gave her a subtle wink. Eden inwardly cringed at his forwardness.

"My sister." She took another deep breath, nearly choking on the mix of smoke and mist in the bar's air. "Jessica Hamby."