Hi all, I'm a brand spanking new at this writing and uploading on fanfic so please be kind and patient if I mess up, all the characters except my oc belongs to trueblood ofcourse, hope you enjoy!

Worried debates raced through my mind. Countless amount of times in the last few hours I have asked myself whether I had missed the appointment to recieve my share of good luck or whether the lack of fear that was installed into me as a child has led me to this place and the predicament that I find myself in. Even as I sit here on the hard concrete, locked away, dark and cold and miserable, face pressed up against the bars in my tattered dirty clothing, I cannot find it in myself to regret my actions, it was for my family, it was to save the life of a person my guardian loves. I can never regret trying, I only wish I wasn't so obvious, that i didn't stumble in blindly thinking I can fix everything by sheer bravery and will power. I guess I failed to attend my secret spy skills appointment also which is ironic due to the "gift" I posses. I use this term loosley because although I have now accepted the special skill I have claimed since as long as I can remember , I have often loathed recieving it, allowing it to cut me off from what is considered to be polite society and away from the norm that I craved for a long time, but enough of that for now, I guess you are wondering what situation I find myself in and how I came to be in it. To explain fully I shall have to start at the begining...

..the begining started with a lovely young woman named Emma, she had recieved a troubled upbringing with a absent father and a cruel uncaring mother so at the tender age of 17 she ran away from home. Spending a short time on the streets, she bounced between a large number of low paid jobs, somewhere along the way she birthed a child from a 'paid one night stand' which was how my guardian described it to me when I pressed for answers, yes you have got it, that child was me, and I was named Alyssa. For a couple of years my mother struggled to keep a roof over our heads and food on our table and due to the pressure of responsibility at such a young age, often had bouts of depression. On one of these spells of low mood my mother decided to let her hair loose and after leaving me with a friendly neighbour she headed to the nearest bar to drink and dance and forget for a while. Unbeknownst to my naive mother she had walked right into a vampire bar named fangtasia. Being the great lover of dancing that she was and not being the least bit shy having had a few alcoholic beverages in her system, she completely let loose and caught the gaze of a certain blonde Viking named Eric who happened to be the owner of the bar and also a vampire. The rest of the story is somewhat hazy to me as I was very young and not much has been explained to me but from what I understand Eric had offered my mother a job in his bar as a dancer and bought us a home in which to live in. Eventually she became his and they had a wonderful even if unconventional relationship, although I believe there was no love on either side, there was a strong bond and fondness for eachother and we was all very happy for a time. That was until mother stumbled upon a vampire feeding and lost her life, at eight years old I was crushed and left an orphan, some time during her time with Eric she had expressed she wished him to adopt me should the worst happen to her and although he refused and brushed it off at the time he had a change of heart after the death and took me under his wing, he was now my guardian and I was his ward, later I learned that the vampire who murdered my mother was dealt with but that was all kept very secret so the authority could not learn of it and punish Eric.

During the time of my mother's death, or close after, I started to realise I could read peoples emotions as though they was my own and could therefore read peoples actions very clearly and can anticipate them if looked at properly. This made it difficult to make friends and as I couldn't read vampire emotions I tended to drift towards the vampires my adopted family surrounded themselves with, for a time this worried and upset me as I so wanted to be a normal child like all the children at school but I eventually accepted my gift and enjoyed spending time with the so called darker beings of society. My body clock was beyond messed up by the age of eleven and eventually it was decided I was to be homeschooled at night, which suited me fine as I was always a night owl anyway, the years went by and even though Pam often used me as doll to dress up and Eric constantly teased me how clumsy and obviously human I am there was genuine affection there and I grew up happy and generally in peace up until a few days ago.