Summary- Amelia was never lucky in life. Always getting caught up in some kind of trouble. Pam was the right hand woman to Eric Northman. But her undead life was getting pretty boring. Something had to come shake things up.

Okay Authors notes- THIS IS IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTAND THE STORY!

I always felt that Pam and Amelia had a great story to tell..but in the books it was kind of just swept under the rug. Well I want to tell that story…but I'm making a couple changes. I love True blood so much, that I had to use a couple storylines they used in the tv show for this, but its mostly set in the SVM world. I'm keeping everyone as close to canon as possible, at least character wise. I of course own no one except Kyle. He's my own evil creation. And don't worry this is just the set up, I really want to see how people react to the story, even though I'm writing it either way. So please please review I would love to hear your thoughts!

Authors notes 2- This is not going to be a fluff piece by any means..it is going to be a long, dark novel. I completely agree with Alan Ball when he said that, yes we may like happiness in our own lives, but reading about it and watching it just aren't as fun.

-Prologue-

She couldn't believe she was actually hearing this. They had never exactly gotten along, but this was a little extreme.

"Its time Amelia. I can't continue to support you." Her fathers grey eyes were boring into her. The only time she had ever seen such an intense look in his eyes was when he was settling a business arrangement. But apparently that's all she was to him now. A business expense that was getting cut.

"Fine. But where am I going to go? Could I at least have a day or two to figure that out, please?" She added the please on there, hoping that some fatherly feelings would surface, but no such luck.

"No, this is the way it has to be. I had Roger pack some of your things for you here" Amelia looked down, all she saw was a single black suitcase already sitting by the door waiting for her. There was nothing else to say between them. He wanted her out, so she was out. She took one last glance around her childhood home. The place she had spent her whole eighteen years, and said a silent goodbye.

Amelia had never been one to have a ton of friends. When one decided to start practicing witchcraft, ones social status drops dramatically. Having no where to go, she did what most people probably would have done. She got drunk. Yes she was eighteen, but this was New Orleans, there was always a shady bar right around the corner that was just fine not carding you as long as you were nice to look at.

This bar in particular was a dump. From the outside it didn't even look open, more like condemned. Most of the windows were boarded up, and the 'open' sign had obviously not worked in at least a decade. But she walked in anyway, desperate for that one drink that would take everything she was feeling away. Everything about the bar was disgusting, it smelt of heavy smoke and dirt. Just about everyone in there looked like they could use a decent shower. She ordered her favorite, rum and coke and was pleasantly surprised that the glass was halfway clean. She had expected there to be remnants of some ones former drink still inside. No one asked her any questions or even talked to her, which is just how she wanted it.

After her third rum and coke she was about to leave when she realized…her father hadn't even given her any sort of money.

"Well shit." she mumbled under her breathe. The bartender was starting to look at her suspiciously, and she was just starting to think her night could not possibly get any worse when the answer to all her prayers sat down next to her.

"I think this should cover the drinks for rest of the night." he slid what looked like a wad of twenties across the bar. He was the cleanest looking thing in this bar and that included Amelia. He wasn't the most handsome man you've ever seen, but certainly worth a look at.

" You didn't need to do that, I was going to-" She was abruptly cut off by his finger on her lips. "Yes, I did. It was quite clear you where deciding to either run out on the tab…which would most definitely gotten you severely hurt or… I can't seem to figure out what you thought your other option was." He was looking at her like a lion looks at a gazelle, but she was far to gone already to notice this, and he knew it.

"Well thanks but I really need-" She was silenced once again by his finger.

"Now I paid for at least two more drinks, why don't you grab us a table in a more secluded area and I'll grab the drinks. Rum and coke correct?"

He didn't exactly give her time to respond, by the time she opened her mouth he was already on the other side talking to the bartender.

'Well it's not like I have anywhere important to be.' That thought alone was so depressing she immediately starting looking around for a table. ' might as well get completely drunk if he's payin'

'Where am I going to go tonight? Am I going to have to sleep outside?

Why is this happening to me?' She was getting so wrapped up in her thoughts that she never noticed when he sat down.

"So what happened?" he sipped slowly on this drink, never taking his eyes off of her.

"What makes you think anything happened? Can't a girl just come enjoy a drink without something being wrong? By the way, do you even have a name or have I really had that much to drink that I've forgotten it already?" She couldn't get any kind of read on this guy. He seemed nice…if not a little creepy.

He just smiled at her. "Well, no I certainly don't see a problem with a little bit of sauce, but I do see a problem coming to this bar to get it." At this point his eyes were burning holes through her skull, he was leaning across the table and when he reached her ear he whispered "People only come here if they are at the bottom of the pit, looking for that one ray of hope that they think is at the bottom of their glass."

She honestly didn't know what to say to that. "I'm Kyle by the way. Would you like to get out of here, I can give you a place to stay for the night."

She knew she shouldn't. Even in her drunken stupor she wasn't that dumb. But there was something about him, and with one word, she took his hand and changed her life forever.

"Okay"

Chapter One.

A lot changed for Amelia in the next three years. For one she started to excel at her witchcraft, it had been a requirement of Kyle's. She no longer enjoyed it like she once did though. She didn't enjoy a lot of the things she had before she had met him. They now lived in the French Quarter in New Orleans, nothing extravagant, but pretty decent.

On this particular day Amelia woke to the delightful feeling of the sunshine on her face…a feeling she always cherished. She reached over to the other side of the bed only to feel empty air and a cold pillow. Obviously Kyle had gotten up much earlier than she…though she couldn't figure out why…it had been their self-appointed night off and they both always slept in every chance they got.

Amelia slipped out of bed and started to stroll down the hallway when she caught her reflection in the mirror. She barely recognized the girl that stared back at her. Her hair had grown out from its short pixie cut to long and wavy down her back. There was a hardness in her eyes that she never expected to see there, no she was not the same girl she used be…if only her father could see her now. He would probably say it was her own fault though, only she would get mixed up with-well that's not important.

*flashback*

It had been a couple days since Amelia had taken up residence at Kyles small studio apartment. She couldn't believe her how her luck had turned around, one day she's kicked out of her house with no where to go, and the next she's shacking up at a cute boys house for free.

Sadly she soon learned the important life lesson. Nothing in life is free.

It had been the third night with him when he finally sat down with her to talk out permanent arrangements. They had briefly talked about it before, but Amelia was always a little apprehensive about it.

"Amelia, I know it has only been a couple of days, but I have enjoyed your company, and I know I have asked before, and I'm going to ask again, will you please stay here with me?" He had grabbed her hand at some point and was gazing into her eyes as if her words were his last beacon of hope left.

It took a minute for Amelia to reign in all her thoughts about this. She knew she didn't want to be back out on the street, but she couldn't in good conscience stay here.

"Before I say anything else, I want you to know that I have enjoyed your company too, and I appreciate all that you've done for me so far. I wish there was some sort of way I could pay you back, but I can't right now. Which is why I have to turn down your offer. I already owe you so much, I would be sleeping on the street right now if it wasn't for you. I couldn't possibly take anymore from you." She said it with all the sincerity she had, she truly did mean every word.

He looked at her with glee in his eyes. "I've grown to know you pretty well the past couple days and I had a feeling about that. Which is why I have a proposition for you. I need a partner." He slowly got up and walked towards the kitchen area and brought out a small tube filled with red liquid.

This was the night that Amelia Broadway became a V dealer.

* end flashback*