Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood, but I do strongly wish so.
Summary: What if Sookie actually had a twin sister that she or Jason didn't know about.
A/N: This story follows the life of Sookie's twin, so it will be a couple of chapters before Sookie is seen.
Published: 4/24/12
Alone
Chapter One
Waking up to a dark cell, with a pounding headache, is not something that happens to the common person but for me it seemed to happen a lot to me. Although it seemed like this time would be the last because I had a feeling I wouldn't be coming out of this one alive. A sharp light hit my eyes that temporarily blinded me, given my captures time to haul me out of my cell. After going up a flight of stairs, turning a couple corners, tripping along the way, I was sat down in a cold, hard, metal, chair. Across from me were a cold, hard, metal, table and another metal chair. It seemed like hours before someone entered the room and took the chair across from me. He had short brown hair and wore a long sleeved white shirt that was opened a little bit in the middle, which allowed me to catch a glimpse of his tattoo that seemed to go around his neck. He also seemed to be around the same age as me but I could tell from one look in his eyes he had seen a lot in his time, probably even more than me.
"What's your name?" He asked, staring me dead in the eye. I had been interrogated a couple of times before so I knew the drill. The same questions, every time, 'what's your name', 'do you know why you're here', 'why did you do it', and so on. From my times being interrogated I knew that it was better to stay silent, so they couldn't use your own words against you. But this time it was different, he didn't fire one question after another, instead he just sat there and looked at me like he had all the time in the world. Hours passed with just silence between us looking into each others eyes, neither of us backing down. As we were staring I figured that I could try my little gift out on him, see what he was thinking, what his plans were for me. I was quickly able to get to get into a trance state that was required to mentally teleport my mind into his, allowing me to see from his perspective, hear his thoughts, and even control him if I was able to mentally able to overpower him. As I reached his mind I was suddenly repealed backwards into my own body. No one had ever been able to keep me out before and I could tell he knew that I just tried something because his eyes widened just in the slightest.
"How did you do that?" I said with a surprise gasp, jumping up from my chair, knocking it backwards.
"What's your name?" He asked again, patient as ever, not showing any sign of panic.
"Screw my name, how were you able to do that? No one has ever been able to keep me out!"
"What's your name?" He asked this time he stared directly into my eyes. I could feel a slight pressure on my head.
"What are you doing?"
"Interesting." That was all he said before he got up and left the room, locking me in.
"GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER MY QUESTIONS DAMNIT!" I yelled at him. There was no response, so I just slid back down into the chair and tried to get myself back under control.
Godric's POV
"Godric, I know you said not to interrupt you but we have a situation." Isabelle, one of my loyal subjects in my area, stated.
"What is it Isabelle?" I asked with no patients.
"We caught the girl that has been stealing for the past month." She stated in a grim voice.
"Did you run the background check?"
"Yes and I got to tell you, there's not much I could find on her." With that said she set down the file and exited the room.
Aurora Foster, 16, no known family members, five arrests for stealing with no convictions, in and out of ten different foster families; unofficially left foster care 1 year ago.
"Well Isabelle wasn't joking when she said that there wasn't much." I mumbled to myself. "Isabelle." I called to her. A couple of seconds later she walked into the room.
"I assume that you are expanding your search into finding her birth parents and what exactly happened while she was in foster care." I stated.
"Yes, I just wanted you to have the little bit of information that I was able to gather before you question her. Should I have her brought up?"
"Yes, notify me when she's here." With Isabelle's nod, she left the room, leaving me in peace.
I stood up and walked to look out the window to gather my thoughts, it's been a while since I've had to question someone this young. Before I knew Isabelle was knocking on the door telling me she had been brought up. I took a couple of minutes to get into the right mind set and headed towards the room where Aurora was being held. After sitting down in the chair I noticed the faint outline of multiple bruises, probably a week old by now, the tangled blood hair that almost looked brown from the dirt that was streaked across it; the same dirt that also adorned her clothes. The amount of dirt on her suggested that she's been living on the streets for at least a month, probably more; surprisingly she smelled a lot cleaner than she looked, meaning that she knew a place she could freshen up, which would mean she knew how to create contacts with other people.
"What's your name?" I asked testing the waters on how difficult she was going to be and judging by the times she's been arrested this wouldn't be her first interrogation. My question was met with silence. 'So it's going to be the hard way then' I thought. I figured that I could just wait her out, not that many people are able to take silence for very long, and I'd give her about an hour or two before she would crack. Five hours had passed and she hasn't said one word, I underestimated her greatly. I then felt a slight pressure against my mind that caused me to focus my attention back on the girl. I saw that she was in a trance like state meaning she was the cause of the pressure. I easily send the pressure back to her; which caused her to jump out of her seat, knocking the chair over.
"How did you do that?"
"What's your name?" I asked giving her another opportunity to answer the question, seeing if she would give in.
"Screw my name, how were you able to do that? No one has ever been able to keep me out!" She screamed at me. So I was right in assuming that the pressure was her, meaning that she is not one hundred percent human.
"What's your name?" I asked for the third time but this timed I tried to glamour her to give me the answer and it was an answer I got but not what I expected at all.
"What are you doing?"
"Interesting." With that said, I got up and left the room. As the door closed behind me I could hear her yell "GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER MY QUESTIONS DAMNIT!" 'She has no idea how much that simple statement gave away about her' I thought as I walked back to my room to go to ground.
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