A/N: So this is my first True Blood fic and it's something that I could not get out of my head to I decided to write it down. I'm part way through now but I wanted to put it out there and see what people thought of it. I'll be writing whether people like it or not but I guess whether I share or not is yet to be seen.

The idea that came was what if parts of the world shrugged and went OK vampires but a few pockets went completely the other way and the vampires had to make there way out at times needing help from humans through glamour and charm.

I don't own anything although I really wish I did sometimes just so I could have more fun.

When vampires revealed themselves to the world a small part of me was relieved. I was relieved because maybe if there were things that went bump in the night, if there were truths in all those fairy tales I had read as a child then maybe there was a bit of hope for someone like me with my disability.

The other part of me was shocked. I had always hoped there were other things out there so that maybe I wasn't so alone in being different but seeing it on the TV right in front of my eyes was very strange.

I glanced to my left catching Sam's eye. This was a big deal for him too and I could see the slight pinch around his eyes as he took in the reaction of the people around us. He may not be a vampire but he was different and depending on how the public took this little nugget of information, how the world reshaped itself around this would make or break someone of his kind if they found out.

The change in the air around me had my head spinning to the door expecting some passersby having heard on the radio or something. I didn't expect what I saw. He looked like the stereotypical southern gentleman. Smartly dressed with dark hair and deep side burns and a paleness that could only mean one thing after a revelation like that.

He stayed stood by the door his feet finally taking the short step away that had him standing closer to the bar. That small movement seemed to catch the eye of everyone in the room. The air was tense, so thick it was pushing against me, smothering me with each fought after breath I took. I dropped my shields and tried to listen in on him. I wanted to know what he wanted , what he was going to do but there was nothing. No thoughts, no images or feelings or maddening blurs of colours like I sometimes get from Sam just a big ol' blank spot. Stretching out I found another out in the parking lot waiting. I wasn't sure why they were waiting out there but I wasn't going to question it. With the way everyone was eye balling the man, vampire, I'm guessing a second one wouldn't do much good. and then he seemed to pull in on himself.

"Good evening Bon Temps. My name is Bill Compton. I suppose you all know that recently a descendant of mine a Mr Jesse Compton passed away. He was the last of y line and because of that I have decided to return to the area."

I was too busy watching him, listening to his voice and his silence to realize Rene had snuck up behind him bottle in hand. The moment the bottle crashed into him, shards flying everywhere the tension in the room snapped. Every man and woman that wanted in was suddenly on their feet while everyone else ran to the kitchen and hid. Bottles, glasses and pieces of chairs were weapons as the mob pounced on him.

Several went flying. Hoyt was barrelled over when Andy Bellefleur took a kick to the chest crashing into a table. There was hollering and hooting, the crack of bone, the stamp of boot and the clash of breaking glass.

Sam was the one who moved me. I didn't even know I was frozen to the spot 'til he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into the back corridor towards his office. Remembering the other vampire I shook off his arm and bolted for the door, hoping and praying the fight hadn't spilled out and gotten them too.

Rounding the corner I saw her leaning against an expensive looking car, phone to her ear as she watched the front doors. She was young and pretty, blonde like myself and dressed like a trophy wife from the top of her perfectly straight hair to the tip of her pastel, pointed shoes.

The noise from inside grew louder with several more crashes and some more glass breaking. When a hulk of a man went flying out the door I knew time was running out. She may have been strong but the volume of that mob would be too much for anyone supernatural or otherwise. I didn't want her to get hurt at least not by some drunken red necks who feared everything that wasn't one of their own. Maybe even then.

Not taking the chance that calling out wouldn't be heard by the rabble inside I waved my arm around. In a flash of movement she went from casual to ready to fight eyes locked on me. Her hands were curled, fingers arched into claws and although I couldn't seen them from here with the way her top lip looked lifted and the fact I could see her pearly white teeth I guessed she was flashing her fangs at me.

I waved her over but she didn't move. I mouthed at her to come over my heart racing as I became more desperate but still she didn't move. Her hair flicked slightly as she looked from me to the front door. A bar stool went flying through the window, narrowly missing the still body of Mr bulk. I smothered my mouth to stop the scream escaping leaving only a squeak. She still didn't move.

I wouldn't give up. I couldn't give up.

Hoping she would hear me I began whispering praying their hearing was as good as I hoped.

"Please. I'm not leading you to them. I just want you out of their way. They're scared and they've already hurt your friend. Just go on the roof or out into the woods, they won't know where you are and I won't tell them. Promise."

In a blink she was in front of me fangs bared. My heart thump thumped in my chest one, two, three times. I gulped hoping and praying that I wasn't about to pay for the sins of my town.

"He's not my friend," was all she said, her voice smooth and melodic before she whizzed passed me making my pony tail flutter.

I raced back inside making it to the end of the hallway before I realized the main room was quiet. Slowing to a walk I crept around the wall my eyes darting around. On the floor surrounded by a pool of blood and gore was the once neatly dressed Mr Compton. If I hadn't known who was being attacked I wouldn't have known who he was. There was nothing recognizable on him. My feet wanted to rush forward to help him, clean him up or something but my head knew not too and kept them still. My head knew if I went to him, if I went to help him then fellow town member or not I would be next. I shuddered gripping the wall to keep me steady as my stomach rolled.

Breathing deep I moved away from panic and fear and listened to the words of the Governor spilling out of the television. Words like devil and abomination were being thrown around. I tried to let the hateful prejudice words wash over me but true death and unpunished snapped my head to the screen a harsh tightening around my throat choking me. There scrolling along the bottom were the words that Sam and I had prayed not to ever hear or see. Death to all Louisiana Vampires - No punishment for any who take the life of a Vampire.

As the crowd turned back to what was left of Mr Compton I began backing away into the corridor. In my shock my shields had failed. I could hear every hateful word, feel every hateful feeling and then the glee at being able to hurt, to kill with no punishment. They blamed him for everything, wives leaving, money troubles, jobs gone, bad jobs, bad sex, alcoholism and everything else under the sun. It was too much. Wave after wave it hit me over and over and as Rene lifted his improvised stake and drove it into his chest my legs gave in crashing me into the serving hatch wall blinding me with a wall of black as I began to drown under the onslaught.

My vision blurred back into place showing a still moment, each bar patron frozen in place around a garish spot of blood and gore and ash that I couldn't pull my eyes away from. I covered my mouth whether to hold in a scream or a sob I wasn't sure but my rolling stomach made me question it further.

My eyes stayed on the dark patch of the bar floor on what was left of a man, a vampire.

Someone different like me.