I am posting this on a trail basis. If I get positive feedback, I might consider writting another few chapters to this story. If I don't, I won't bother. I know some of you might hate me for this but I this is just what is going to happen right now, or at least until I have a bunch or time to spare and write this story to pass it by.

Warning: This story has a bit of mild violence and slight sexual suggestions. Rating might go up later.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the tv show True Blood or from Mrs. Harris' novels, however Clareese and the idea behind her are mine.

Prologue

Sheets of rain pounded the dark streets below. Anyone with sense was snuggled in bed sleeping through this storm or sitting next to the fire keeping warm. No one intelligent would go out in the weather without good cause. Unfortunately, Clareese van Pell wasn't all that smart and she was rather fond of walking around at night during storms.

Some would joke that she couldn't help her odd pass time because of her white gold hair, which of course deemed the naive and completely senseless by maybe. They would think that she just liked the feeling of cold water on her and the peace that the storms brought to the streets.

Unknowingly to her, the streets tonight weren't as peaceful as they looked. Clareese happily walked along the sidewalk, not seeming to notice that her cloak was getting soaked and that her hat wasn't intended for keeping rain off of her face. Nor did she seem to notice the dark figure that had been following her for a while now. Her pretty little blue eyes were looking ahead dreamily, not even looking around her person every so often like a normal person would.
This girl really did pick the wrong night for a stroll without an escort, not that an escort would really do her any good against her stalker. How unlucky that she was born without a trace of sense in her doll like head.

She really did get quite a shock when she was pulled into an alley by a steel grip. A feeble little attempt to shake of the hands and fight against the pull did nothing. This girl was not built for anything physical; her thin and frail frame looked as if it could barely carry a parasol. Too stupid to realize that screaming and shouting would prove to be more useful, she continued to try to get the hands to let go of her as she proceeded to be pulled along. By the time her dull mind thought of screaming a cold hand had made its way to her mouth and the hard chest that was pressed against her back shook with a soft chuckle.

Her features were frozen in a shocked position. She continued to struggling and tries to scream into the hand that muffled all sounds. She just hoped that someone would hear her or see her. As she saw that her captor was leading her towards a door, her heart pounded faster and breath came to her body quicker. She flinched as the grip on her tightened and the person that toward over her seemed to almost groan at her fear. He was enjoying this.

Before she knew it she was being firmly held with one arm as he knocked on the door. A boy, not much older than her opened the door and hissed.

"Eric you can't be honestly taking children now," the boy muttered in common German. This elicited a grunt from the man behind her.

Though the boy seemed displeased, he let her captor bring her in. She was pushed down onto a couch in the sitting room, next to the fire. She whimpered and sat there shivering in fear more than due to a chill.

The men conversed in the corner in some language that she didn't understand. All she could do was stare and the fire and play with the heavy material of her dress. Her cloak really was only weighing on her shoulders and back. She felt the constant dripping of water fall off of her soaked hair and ruined hat. It felt like a clock counting down the time until they did whatever they were going to do to her.

In a flash, the two men were before her. They moved so quickly, it seemed impossible to move that fast, but then again she had seen her brothers and their friends move very quickly during duels so ...

"Hello there miss, we do not wish to hurt you," her kidnapper said looking her dead in the eye causing her to shift uncomfortably. Slowly the girl felt herself detaching from herself and descended into a trance like state.

"Eric, you really shouldn't lie. Miss, we might hurt you, but there will be benefits that you can't imagine," the young one said.

Though this information would be rather terrifying and one would most likely have some sort of reaction, she didn't feel anything. She just let herself be putty in their arms as they dug into her body with their teeth and drew blood from her body. She felt no pain or anything; just was just in a numb state of nothingness. It only took a few minutes for her body to have enough and for her to fall into the abyse of unconsciousness.