ATTENTION. 1-18-2011
FOR NOW, I WILL NOT BE UPDATING THIS STORY ANY MORE.
Lately, I have been extremely busy and I'm currently in the process of moving across the country and starting a new job. I may continue this story again, but the chances are slim. Many, many thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, and stuck with me from chapter one. I appreciate you guys so much and I'm sorry to leave you hanging!

A/N
So this is my first True Blood Story. Here are somethings you should know:

This story will not follow the plot line of the show.
The main character, Adrianne Oliver, is an OC. Mostly everybody else will be in the story including Sookie and Bill, but they won't be mentioned in the first few chapters.
Adrianne is 18 and fresh out of high school. I imagine her having curly black hair and bright hazel eyes with fair skin. She's 5'5'', so she's about a foot shorter than Eric. She spends most of her free time at Merlotte's, much to her parent's dismay.
Eric is a tiny bit more solemn than he usually is in the first few chapters, but there's a reason for that. I can't tell you the reason, obviously, but I can guarantee you that he'll be back to normal very, VERY soon.
The entire story is rated M for violence and adult themes. I'll put individual warnings on any chapters that require them.
Finally, reviews and constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. I spell checked the heck outta this thing, but there might still be some errors, so don't be scared to point them out to me.

Chapter 1 - May His Holy Light
warnings for this chapter: Violence, language

Disclaimer: True Blood belongs to HBO and Alan Ball and The Southern Vampire Mysteries belongs to Charlaine Harris. All I own is the plot and the OCs

"Ask yourself this question, my brothers and sisters: Do I want my children to grow up in a world where being a dead abomination of Satan is considered being the 'hip new thing'? Do I want my children to be exposed to dark, unholy temptations of fangbanging and 'V'? I sure don't and I bet you all don't either! I'll leave you with this: What are you willing to do in order to protect your loved ones? What are you willing to risk, give and take in order to protect future generations from darkness and sin? If your answer is 'everything', then you are on the right track. You are on the path that God himself as planned for you. Have a great afternoon, brothers and sisters, and may his holy light shine upon you."

As the reverend stepped down from the podium, the entire room erupted in applause. I sat in the back row with my arms folded, hardly masking my boredom and disgust on my face.

This Fellowship of the Sun church was newly built. The organization itself was expanding. They only had a few offices and churches scattered about, but it was a few too many. My father was deeply involved with the church. He was always dragging my mother with him to meetings and get-togethers. They'd always try to drag me along, but I always had better things to do. Well, not really. I don't care much for vampires. I never went crazy over them like all my friends did. They were fascinating, of course, but I always felt that people treated them like they were demigods or something. But even I know that the Fellowship of the Sun was full of crap and hatred. Just being in this place gave me the creeps.

The only reason I agreed to come was because my father said that today was very special and it would make him look good if I showed up for once. I still didn't plan on showing up, but my mom practically begged me. It was only supposed to be for 2 hours, but after the reverend and his perky wife were done preaching, shaking hands and kissing babies, they invited my father and a few other men into the back office.

Almost half an hour had passed when the church finally began to clear out. A few other women and children and my mother and I were the only people left. My mother was chatting with the other women about recent 'disasters' caused by vampires. If I had to listen to any more of it, I'd scream. I had to get out of this place.

I picked up my bag and quietly left the room with no one noticing. I was going to go find my father, politely interrupt their silly meeting, and inform him that I had some studying to do.

I rounded a corner which led to the back rooms and I immediately heard some discussion going on behind one of the doors. I lifted my hand to knock, but their conversation stopped me in my tracks.

"How many guys are we sending over, Reverend?"
"We shouldn't need more than 20, but we should send James, Richard and Marty as well, just in case. Call them up and tell them to start getting their things together. Everyone moves out at 10:40."
"I don't know about this, Reverend. I heard that the vamp who owns Fangtasia was rumored to be about 1000 years old. Are you sure—"
"Yes I am sure. I have never been so sure in my life. God's light will protect you from whatever darkness and evil lurks there tonight. Chin up, boys. By this time tomorrow, you'd have helped rid the world of 40+ vampires and fangbangers. God will bless you for sending a message to the vampires that they're not wanted in this town or in any town for that matter. I can feel it in my bones, gentlemen. Tonight will be a good night."

I took a step back as they began to applaud and cheer. I began to scramble back and trip over my own feet as I turned around and started to sprint down the hall. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. They were planning an attack on a vampire bar? My father was involved with this mess? This was insane!

I ran out the church's back door and out to the parking lot. I hopped into my car, threw my things into the back seat, and sped out onto the main road, nearly colliding with a pickup truck driver. Usually, I would apologize, but I had no time. It was already 9:34pm. If I drove quickly enough, I could make it to the station by 9:50.

When I reached the station about 15 minutes later, I burst through the door and looked around for a sheriff, but no one was in sight.

"Hellooo!" I called out as I began rapidly hitting the desk bell. "Emergency!"

An old sheriff stumbled her way from the back office with an annoyed expression on her face. When you live in a small town where nothing bad ever happens, the sheriffs get pretty damn lazy.

"Yes. What's the problem?"

"Something terrible is about to happen up at that vampire bar in Shreveport." I said growing increasing annoyed at her relaxed composure. "I overheard some of the members of the Fellowship of the Sun church saying that they were planning some kind of attack in a few hours. You need to get down there and clear the place out!"

"The Fellowship of the Sun?" She said as she dismissively waved her hand. "It's probably just peaceful protesting. I wouldn't be too worried."

"You don't understand!" I said growing more frustrated and slightly frantic. "I heard them with my own ears saying that they're going to try to get rid of vampires and fangbangers!"

"I've met Reverend Jones and his wife. They're as pure as they come. You expect me to believe that they would seriously consider doing something so drastic?"

"Listen to me! If you don't do something, a lot of innocent humans and vampires are going to die. Now get off your lazy ass and get down there or I swear to God, I'll go down there myself!"

The sheriff's expression hardened as she rose out of her chair and leaned forward. "No, you listen to me, little lady! If you care so much, I suggest you pay them a visit yourself. I don't care either way and I don't think I like your tone!"

I shook my head in disbelief. "Fine! I hope you lose your job over this, you stupid hillbilly. Just remember that if people get hurt tonight, it'll be on your conscience."

I turned around and marched out the door, but not before getting the satisfaction of seeing the shocked and insulted look on her face.

I ran out to my car and started it up before pulling out onto the road.

10:03. I had less than an hour left to get there. I prayed to whatever was listening that the Fellowship didn't make a surprise early arrival.

By the time I had pulled up to Fangtasia, it was already 10:40. I had gotten lost along the way, but it wasn't really my fault. I've never been to this place before and I had to rely on street signs and my knowledge of the roads.

I sighed with relief as I pulled into the parking lot and saw that things were still lively and in place. I was running out of time, though, so I didn't even bother to turn my car off. I just left it running as I ran up to the entrance.

A beautiful, blonde vampire was standing at the door with a bored expression fixed on her face as she checked her nails.

I ran up to her out of breath and tired, but I didn't have time to compose myself.

"I.D." She said simply. Not bothering to look up as yet.

"I don't have my I.D. It's in the car. Listen—"

"You have to be 21 and older, little girl. Now run along."

"You are in danger. You need to get out of here NOW!"

That got her attention. She looked up from her nails at stared at me for a while.

"Excuse me?"

"The Fellowship of the Sun. They're coming and I don't know what they're planning, but they'll be here any minute."

Her face took on an odd expression as she glanced around then looked back inside.

"Wait here." She said as she practically disappeared back into the bar.

Not too long after she had left, I saw several vans speeding down the street. My gut twisted and my adrenaline began pumping.

"Shit!"

I burst through the door and tried to urge some people out, but the music was too loud and some people were too drunk to comprehend what I was saying. Several vampires stopped what they were doing and began to stare at me with questionable looks on their faces. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the same woman from before and a tall man dressed in black begin to make their way to the front of the bar, fangs bared and ready.

But before they could even take another step, there was a huge explosion. Glass and bricks flew everywhere and humans and vampires were thrown straight across the room. A few ceiling lights began to fall, and I was unlucky enough to get hit by two of them on my head. I tried to keep moving, but I began to get dizzy. So much was happening. People were screaming and crying and blood (which was probably mixed with a little Tru Blood) was splattered all over the place.

"Die fangers!" I heard someone yell as they began to open fire. Holy shit, I had to get out of here. I tried to grab onto a broken railing and pull myself up, but as soon as I was upright, I felt a sharp pain right in the middle of my stomach. My hands immediately flew down to where the intense pain was coming from as I stumbled back against the railing. I brought my hand up and noticed that it was covered in warm, red liquid. My blood. It was coating my hand and more was seeping from the wound. I had gotten shot and I was bleeding profusely in the middle of all this chaos.

I could feel the bile raising in my throat as I the corners of my vision began to fade to black.

Unable to hold my hand up anymore, I let it drop to my side as my eyes began to close.

TBC