Bah, moving. If there's one thing I don't like, it's cleaning. And if I don't like cleaning, than I sure as hell don't like packing all my stuff up and fleeing the glitz and glamour of New York City, only to find oneself in the middle of redneck bumfuck nowhere. But alas, freedom has its price, and this was mine.

The house was quaint. Adorable in some tastes. It had a green roof, and white outside, with a small front porch, no garage.

But it was better than any penthouse suite ive lived in all my life. No Rules, no deadlines, nobody to tell you what foods you can't eat, nobody to choose your clothes, or bathe you. Freedom.

I unlatched the U-Haul I had attached to my black explorer, all the belongings, which included: Boxes, racks, and travel packs of designer clothes, my addiction, a rolled up sleeping bag, assorted cases of makeup, clothes racks, a nice sized plasma TV, and a makeup stand. I didn't have any furniture, so I would have to drive into town and pick some up.

I felt something furry rub against my leg. Looking down, my eyes met the big hazel eyes of my best friend, and cat midnight.

"Come-on Middy."

Looking around to make sure nobody was on the road passing by, I closed my eyes and concentrated. As much as I hated it, this power thingy came in handy. The boxes shook and slid into the front door, one after another, and set themselves down in the small family room. That'll do for now, at least until I get settled in. I pulled the Large Dior sunglasses and knit beanie off, letting my black hair fall down my back as I stepped inside the door.

Ah…Ah…AH-CHOO! *window shatters*

…god bloody damnit. Note to self, clean this place thoroughly now.

After everything was settled, and the window was fixed, Concentration for the win, I dethatched the haul trailer from my car and decided to check out the town, maybe get some lunch. It was already 3, and I hadn't eaten anything other than Mc. Donald's on the road earlier. So I set up Midnights bed, and locked the door.

At first glance, the town was nice, but the one thing that had me a little irked was how simple it was, and me, with my glam makeup and designer clothes would stick out like a sore thumb. Oh well, such is life.

I saw a lit up sign. "Merlottes" It said. It looked like a nice little bar, maybe a place where I can get a drink and a burger. I pulled in the rock parking lot and parked off to the side, stepped out and fixed my trench coat out, adjusted my glasses, and pulled up my knee high boots. Here goes nothing.

The air inside the bar was cool, compared to the dank humidity of the lousiana bayou. The clank of my heels against the wooden floor echoed throuhout the bar. You know when its really loud in a room, and then everyone suddenly shuts up at the same time? Yeah.

A bright red haired woman walked up to me with some menus in her hand, " Hi welcome to merlottes, table for one?"

"Yes, thank you" I smiled and followed her to a booth, She gave me a menu and told me my server would be with me in a moment. Setting my purse down, I pulled my sunglasses off and rummaged through the bag untill I pulled out a glasses case. Damn my farsighted-ness.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

Looking up I saw a cute girl around my age with bright blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. Something was different about her. I saw a secret hid behined her smile.

" Forgive me for asking, but Are you new in town? Ive never seen you before."

I put a friendly smile on.

" I just got here today from New York, actually."

" Well I hope you enjoy living here, it's a quiet town most of the time" She put her hand forward. " Sookie Stakhouse"

"Adrian Force." I said and clapsed her hand in a friendly handshake.

That's when I felt it, and I could tell she did to, she had a power, it wasn't like mine, but it was abnormal, just the same. And that's when the ketchup bottle few across the table and shattered on the floor.

I quickly let go of her hand and set my forehad against the table, mumbling profanities. She sat down at the table and leaned in.

I clenched my teeth together to restrain the string of profanity that was threatinig to spill from my mouth