I've been working at this night club for about two months now, and God did I hate it; the flashing neon lights, the heavy bass music and the incredibly stupid couples that think it will be fun to try drugs together for that extra "buzz". I danced around my pole trying to keep all the dancers entertained. There always was that group of single guys who wanted you to take your clothes off and use the excuse that it should be part of our "service" but to be fair with the skimpy outfits we were wearing, it didn't leave much to the imagination to wonder what we looked like without our clothes on.

I watched as Lawrence went through the door that led to his office. I quickly got off my platform and began to push pass the crowed. When people began to grind on me I was getting slightly pissed off so I hurried through the crowed before I caused a scene. When I walked through the door and closed it behind me, I stood there a minute and analysed the long hall that led to Lawrence's office. I began taking small steps towards his office door, only hearing the faint clicks from my stiletto heels that we're uncomfortable to wear.

I opened his door to see him there, sitting at his desk, drinking a bottle of Tru Blood. Lawrence was the only vampire who worked here but he actually owned the place. Lawrence wasn't the best looking vampire but he wasn't the worst, I would say he was around 31 years old when he was turned, he has dark brown eyes, mousy brown hair and stubble on his chin. He looked up at me and gave me a big grin, I returned it with enthusiasm and closed the door behind me.

"Well hello beautiful" he said while looking at me up and down. He leaned back and gestured me to sit on his lap, I walked over to him and did as he wanted.

His cold finger slowly traced down my spine, making me shiver.

"Your so warm." He whispered into my ear.

I turned to face him, I could feel all the desire and lust around him, I knew exactly what he wanted, sex with me, now. I slowly leaned towards him until our faces were inches a part, he tried leaning in for a kiss but I placed my index finger on his lips to stop him.

"Let me just go and freshen up. I'll be right back." I whispered with my false American accent.

I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me wanting some privacy since the bathroom was literally in his office. I guess I shouldn't complain I mean, this club is pretty big but still there we're so many people here all the time that you just make the most of these quiet moments. I looked at myself in the mirror, my green eyes stood out against my pale skin like always. I mean I knew I was pretty, I've been told I was all my life, I had a kind of fairy look about me, well so I've been told. I had a small nose, small yet plumped lips, well defined eyebrows and cheekbones. I don't care how pretty I was because all the things I have done have made me as ugly as a sin. If people really knew me they wouldn't see a pretty girl, they would see a monster. I smoothed down my blonde bob and walked out of the door to see Lawrence wasn't in his chair waiting for me…

At the corner of my eye I saw a fist coming towards me, I quickly ducked and heard a crumbling noise where Lawrence's fist smashed through the wall. I backed away from him slowly until my butt hit the desk and watched as he yanked his fist out of the wall.

"You killed her, you knew she worked with us! You vampires are nothing but cold hearted killers!" I shouted at him revealing my British accent. Hey, the jig is up and I was going to make him pay for what he did to Samantha.

He inspected his hand and let out a deep laugh. And began stalking towards me.

"She was quite yummy, usually a bit young for me but hey, I am immortal. You must be Amelia Dashkorov, not what I was expecting, quite disappointing actually. Don't worry darling this will hurt , trust me." Then he suddenly was in front of me.

I quickly grabbed a pencil that was behind me, I stabbed it in his neck and kicked him in the gut. I ran towards the wooden chair but before I got to it, I felt arms around me and before I knew it there was a large cold hand around my throat which had me pinned to the desk, unable to breathe I tried hitting his arm away, stupid idea, I know. But I was desperate and scared I would try anything right then. With his other hand he yanked off my blonde wig revealing long dark red hair.

I looked into his dark eyes, looking for humanity but I found nothing, just emptiness. He turned my head to the side and moved a lock of hair.

"I knew Samantha had a vendetta against me. But you're here to what exactly? To kill me for killing her? Looks like that didn't work out, did it?" he laughed and traced the tattoo behind my ear.

I turned my head to look at him.

"That's what you think." I chocked out. He looked at me in surprise, I closed my eyes. I felt fury growing with me, no not fury… fire. I opened my eyes.

Lawrence began screaming in agony and pulled his hand away from my throat revealing severe burn marks. Without a second thought I sat up and kicked him, he went flying into the wall and collapsed onto the floor, before he could get up I lifted my hand creating a ring of fire around him so he couldn't move. I pushed myself off the desk and walked to the wooden chair, I picked it up and smashed it against the wall using one of the legs as a stake. I walked into the ring of fire surrounding Lawrence and knelt in front of him pushing my hand again his flesh, the familiar sizzling sound of my hand burning into his flesh and pinning him against the wall. With my other hand I twirled the stake with it, I smiled as I saw him watch the stake in horror.

I leaned towards him, my lips inches away from his ear. "Don't worry darling this will hurt, trust me."

Then I plunged the stake through the cold bastards heart. I quickly ran behind the desk and closed my eyes.

When I heard a nasty "splat" I stood up and looked around the room. Lawrence was everywhere, literally.

"Yum…" I said after flicking a piece of Lawrence off the desk. I quickly grabbed my huge duffle bag from my locker and got changed in the public toilets. I went behind the bar and looked at the bartender Staley. He was quite young, naïve and not the smartest person in the world. I opened up the till and got out chunk of cash and shoved it into my pockets.

"Who the hell are you?" Staley asked me… well screamed. I looked at him and he didn't recognise me, at all. He was nothing to me so I ignored him and just left the bar, he didn't even try to stop me. Looks like he was smarter than I thought.

45 minutes later…

I was on the side of the road trying to get a lift from anyone at this point… I was desperate. I've turned down at least 4 perverts but now I didn't care who the heck I was going to get a ride from. Then suddenly my luck changed. A truck pulled up on the side of the road, I ran and opened the passenger door. I saw a woman, must have been at least 50 something in the drivers seat.

"You're not a pervert of any kind or a serial murder are you?" I asked not wanting to through anymore problems tonight, I knew she wasn't going to admit to being any of those things but hey, there's no harm in asking.

" Nah darling, I'm a straight, happily married woman with 5 kids." She said sounding proud. I smiled up at her, threw my duffle bag in and climbed into my sit. She looked at me for a minute.

"How old are you hun?" She asked with concern..

"19." I replied with complete honesty for the first time since I've been here. I felt like I could be honest with this stranger because I knew I would probably never see her again.

"No parents?"

"My mother's dead and the relationship with my dad is complicated." I said looking down in shame.

"Don't worry Hun, everything will work out. I'm Betty by the way." She said giving me a genuinely sweet smile.

"Mia."

"Where we heading to?" she turned on the engine.

"Bon temps, Merlotte's?"

She nodded and began to drive.

The drive wasn't too bad, Betty was good company she held good conversations telling me about her kids, how she got married to her husband at 18 and how she wears the pants in the relationship. A few hours passed and we got there.

I gave Betty all the money I got from the club even though refused I made her take it all. As I stood outside Merlotte's I thought about everything, how I ended up here? how I am going to fit in?

I walked inside and sat on a stool at the bar. I looked around awkwardly not really recognising anyone, so I sighed and began to scan the pictures behind the bar. There were pictures of these women and men that I didn't recognise.

Maybe I've made a mistake.

I was about to leave when a voice stopped me.

"Hey welcome to Merlotte's, I'm Sam Merlotte, what can I get you?" I looked up at the owner of this voice.

"Umm…Actually I'm looking for someone, her name's Sookie Stackhouse. I don't know if you know her but does she still live around here?"

"Of course I do! Let me go call her for you. Sookie!" He shouted towards the kitchen area.

"What's up Sam?" a pretty young blonde girl walked in.

"This girls looking for you." He announced nodding towards me.

She looked at me confused not really realising who I was.

"Hi Sook, it's me. Mia"

"Amelia?"