So this is my first ever fanfiction I've written. I don't know what I'm doing haha. Suggestions are welcome. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One

Just don't think about the pain, I thought to myself. But it was no good; my ankle throbbed as I kept running. If you don't think about it you'll be fine…or not. I wanted to let out a horrendous cry but I had to keep it together, if my attacker heard he…or she…would know exactly where I was. But it was too dark for me to even tell where I was. All I knew was that I was surrounded by trees and black nothingness…ah how I love nature. Not.

My ankle had gone numb and I had to look to make sure it was still connected to my leg. I stopped and rested on a tree stump. I was covered in a light film of dirt that had come from running and kicking up dust. I'm not the biggest fan of dirt. The pain slowly came back to my ankle as I began to roll it to make sure it was okay. I wanted to yell or cry or just collapse and wake up with this all behind me but I couldn't.

A branch cracked and I knew I had to move quickly. I was not alone in the woods. I took off fast, whoever it was was trailing me. I looked behind me several times. Then all of a sudden I was falling.

I screamed and jolted out of my sleep, smacking my head on the wooden floor above me. "I'm never going to get used to this," I muttered to myself.

My master had left the resting place we shared to go into the real world with the living. I knew he'd be expecting me to rise soon and join him, so I couldn't just stay in the hole forever, even though at the moment I wished I could. But man was I thirsty.

I unlocked the latch keeping the floor secured to the rest of the floor, just in case, and pushed. The boards creaked eerily. I shuddered. This house gave me the creeps. It was built by a family in the pre-civil war era. I had no idea when. My master does not talk much about his past even though I long to know more. History intrigues me.

I crawled out of the hole feeling dusty and gross. I slowly opened an old door. Stepping into the light, I squinted. You know how when you're inside for a while and you step into the sun, your eyes burn. Well I hated that feeling. When I opened my eyes, I looked down at my feet. I needed a pedicure. Badly.

As if he knew what I was thinking my master came around the corner, "You have got to be the oddest vampire I have ever met." His southern accent was heavy on every word he said. It was so strange that he, of all people was my master.

"Ha, you have got to be kidding me. Bill you're no weirder than I am," I said flashing a dazzling smile.

Bill smiled back, "Anya, I'm glad to see your American accent is getting better."

I couldn't help but laugh. I am originally from Finland. Bill had told me to fit in in this small town I should probably change my accent so not to draw to much attention to myself. I missed Finland sometimes, and my accent, and snow…Louisiana in the winter was so boring and brown.

Bill started towards the kitchen and I followed knowing he'd want to tell me what was going on tonight. He pulled out a bottle of TrueBlood from the fridge and popped it into the microwave. AB positive…mmm my favorite! I felt like I was dieing of thirst…oh wait…I am already dead ha.

"Tonight I have to make a trip to Fangtasia. Eric needs to see me to go over a plan to get rid of Victor-"

"Can I come?" I had interrupted Bill but I didn't care. I was too excited. I loved going to Fangtasia especially when Pam was working. I loved her.

"Well…" Bill started. He was contemplating if I should go. The last time I went I about drained a tourist. But I was young and I just couldn't help myself. Luckily she lived, and forgot everything. I, on the other hand, was forced to drink TrueBlood and haven't been allowed to go back to Fangtasia, under Bill's orders, for a month or two now.

"Please, Please, Please, Please, Please!" I begged, "I miss Pam, and I need a pedicure. She's the only one that will go with me. I need to spend time with someone like me."

He looked at me sternly, "Promise not to attack any humans."

"I promise. I won't kill or drain or drink from anyone." I even put my right hand up. I guess that's what people do when they make a promise. I'd cross my heart and hope to die, but I was already so there was no point in that.

"Okay, but your either with me, Eric, or Pam," He started to walk out of the room.

"Thank you!" I said. I hugged him and ran out of the room to get ready.

"You're so odd!" He yelled after me as I ran up the stairs. I swore I heard him mumble teenagers under his breath but I didn't care.

But he did have a problem. I was a teenager…for eternity. I was doomed to be seventeen forever. Oh well, it was better to me than being really old. And of course it was fun to act like a teenager to annoy Bill. I had learned teenage girls were not his cup of tea, as people in America say.

I raced into the room Bill had given me to get ready. I had never had my own room before. I always shared a room with my other sisters until I was turned. I had never even had a closet all to myself. I flung open the closet to find something cute to wear. If you're spending time with Pam you have to look cute. I pulled out a pink halter top dress and pink heels. If I was going out I was going to do it up. I don't get to go out that often unless accompanied by another trusted vampire, which in Bill's eyes is only him.

I dressed quickly and looked in the mirror. My light blond hair that I treasured so much fell right above my shoulders in layers. It helped make my skin look less pale. I could pass for human, if I felt like it.

While trying to figure out what to do with my hair, I noticed the scar on my shoulder. A flash of my nightmare came back to me. That night, the night I was turned, kept haunting me in my dreams every now and then. I didn't think I would I ever get over it.

"Anya, are you ready yet?" Bill yelled from the bottom of the stairs. In the blink of an eye, I was standing at the top of the stairs.

"Yes I am," I said.

He smiled, "Why are you so dressed up? For Pam?"

"You're letting me leave," I said. "And maybe for Pam." I laughed. If I was hanging out with Pam, I had to look nice. Bill never understood. He wasn't sure if I had a thing for Pam or if I just loved the friendship her and I had. We were just amazing friends. I never had many girl friends when I was human.

He laughed, "You know if you behaved yourself I wouldn't have to put restrictions on you." His face suddenly went serious.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I had seen this face a few times before when Bill's ex-girlfriend, Sookie, had been in trouble. He had loved her so much. I had only met her once, and from that one meeting I already didn't like her and I knew she wasn't too fond of me.

"Sookie," He said in a deep voice. The way he said her name made me shiver a little; Bill could be creepy at times. Just then a knock came at the door.

It was her, Sookie Stackhouse, my master's human love. I could feel his love for her and how much he missed and longed for her again. The emotions he was emitting through our bond was enough to make me dizzy. I had to sit down. I really was an odd vampire.

"Hello Sookie. Please come in," Bill said in his deep southern voice. She smiled at him and then saw me sitting on the couch. She gave me a really fake smile. I knew she hated me. Ever since Bill changed me she had resented me. She didn't like that I was technically Bill's and she didn't like that I knew who Eric was and could spend more time with him then she could.

"How are you feeling? I hope you're not mad at me for taking that CD and finding your…um…sister?" She added her signature smile after it. I made a sickened face. Unfortunately Bill saw my look.

"Anya, could you give us a minute?" He was glaring at me.

"You mean get out before I get angry and kick you out?" I gave him one of my signature smiles (which in my head topped Sookie's). "Okay, I'll go." I stood up, brushed myself off just to kill time, before I realized I was still getting a look and walked out the door. "I'll be in the car," I said as I closed the door behind me. But I didn't get to the car. I stood on the porch listening.

"It was very kind of you to get a hold of my sister," Bill said sincerely.

"She looked like she was a big help," Sookie replied.

"Judith was. I have been cured of my silver poisoning," Bill wasn't stupid, he knew that I was standing on the porch, listening, otherwise he wouldn't of elaborated.

"Well, I'm sure glad you are feeling better. Where is Judith?" Sookie sure was talkative tonight. I wanted to go and she wanted to ruin my night. If she found out we were going to Fangtasia she would want to come too. I couldn't have that.

"She-,"

"Sorry to interrupt," I said as I opened the door, "But we need to start heading out if you're ever going to make that meeting." Bill knew what I was doing; he knew I was not Sookie's biggest fan. And plus I knew Bill was not ready to talk about what happened to Judith.

"What meeting? With Eric?" Gee Sookie was inquisitive tonight.

Bill began to speak but I interrupted again, I do that a lot. "He has a meeting with a few Las Vegas Vampires over the CD he made."

"Oh…," Sookie looked angry that I wasn't letting Bill speak for himself.

Suddenly Bill chimed in, "Yes, they want to use the CD and would like to know more about it. I'm sorry but Anya is right we must be going."

And just like that Bill was following Sookie right out the door. My plan had worked. I was overjoyed. I started towards the car when I heard the dreaded words, "I'm going to walk Sookie home" come from Bill's mouth.

No, no, no, no, no was what I was thinking but instead I said "ok" and sat in the car.

It felt like years before Bill returned, but it gave me a chance to work on some vampire skills I needed to brush up on, like sitting really, really still, or not breathing. It just felt so weird not to breathe.

Bill appeared next to the driver's door.

"Jesus Bill! You scared me!" I said as he climbed into the car.

"You are going to have to get used to all of this," He started the car. "Ready to go?"

"Yep." And we took off for Fangtasia.