Sookie, who at the moment did not know that was her name, was waking up from a dark, dark place. She was lying in the middle of the road, half naked, with only her bra and underpants on. The road was deserted, and a car had not come along for the last five hours at the least.
She had been in a place filled with fear, lies, anger, and jealousy. She had been swimming through a black void where everything bad happens, and the word good, and fair, were just words that belonged in a fairy tale.
She shifted on the ground, and her eyes flickered open, as if she were sleeping beauty, and was awakening from a deep, deep slumber. Finally her heavy eyelids stayed open, but she did not move. She only allowed her eyes to swivel around and stare at the dark sky. She thought she was still in the place of nightmares, but she could see bright, twinkling stars in the night, scattered across the night sky. Only when she realized that she did not feel any more pain or fear did she know that she had emerged from that nightmare, and allowed her body to move.
She stretched her arms, and lifted a hand above her face wiggling her fingers as if making sure she was really capable of doing that. She lifted her head, and looked down at her smooth stomach, seeing pale flesh. She did not know that her skin used to be a golden, tanned brown, and that this new color actually meant nothing good for her. Her heart beat was thumping in her ears, stirring a headache.
She wiggled her toes, mostly her big one, and smiled. Only when she was sure she could manage it did she stand up. She tested the weight on both legs, and found that it worked fine. She looked at the thick forests around her, and inched nearer to the middle of the road. The shadows in the forest reminded her of the place she had been stuck in just moments before.
She did not remember anything, not even who she was, so she did the only thing she could do. She walked. She felt cold, and it hurt her sensitive skin. She was becoming disoriented, because the world was spinning around her wildly. She thought it was normal, that the world was supposed to spin and turn like that, and she did not like it. Her stomach was flipping around and clenching uncomfortably. She did not know it was hunger, only knew that it hurt.
Soon, after about an hour of just walking in a lost confusion, her feet started to split and bleed. It hurt, stung, and was red, but she still walked, like she was a condemned man on death row, who had nothing else to do but to walk.
When the first car came, she thought it was a monster, a demon, and screamed. She flew her hands in the air and screamed, then covered her eyes as the harsh light bit at her eyes. It was loud and growing louder, and she continued to scream, and started to cry. There was a screech of tires, and a shouted voice.
"Get out of the fucking road!" the man screamed, and continued on his way. She looked at the stretch of pavement in front of her that curled around the forest and into the dark, and assumed that this was the 'road' the man had been talking about. But what did 'fucking' mean? It was such a strange word to her.
She moved to the side, summoning her courage and moving closer to the forest. The other cars that passed her did not shout at her anymore, although some slowed down and made an odd whistling sound at her. She did not know that every single car that passed her was rude, not even asking about the fact that she was walking bare foot, in only her panties and bra.
Town came into view shortly, to Sookie anyways. To anyone else, walking for four hours straight would have been an incredibly long time, but Sookie did not know that she was supposed to stop, to rest. The lights were brighter, and they drove away the shadows. The first building she came to did make her stop, however. She was panting, and sweating, completely exhausted. Her eyes were drooping, but she kept them open to avoid going back to that dark place she had been earlier.
It was a large building, with many people just standing in an immensely long line outside a door. There was a bright red sign reading 'Fangtasia' on the front of the building. The light hurt her eyes, so she rounded the building, instead of moving through the open door. A blonde woman, strangely beautiful and pale, stared at her as she passed, looking at her with a tilted head. Pam did not recognize Sookie, because she looked so different, so pale, and so dirty. But Pam did wonder why a half naked person was walking in the middle of town.
Sookie disappeared around the building, and Pam did not give it a second thought. Humans were doing the craziest things these days. Sookie stayed close to the building, and hissed in pain when her foot got yet another slice from a broken piece of glass. She frowned as she bled, and limped to the back where a door was nudged open by a rug accidently stuck there. Sookie headed there, and already felt the warmth from inside. Even though she was in immense amounts of pain, she moved quickly, opening the door and moving into a long, empty hallway. The first door she got to was a large office, with a large desk. Everything seemed so large in this room, but she entered it anyways because there was a particularly comfy looking couch.
She sat down on it, and it squished underneath her weight. Her hands were even paler than they had been in the night. If she could have remembered anything, she would have thought she was a vampire, but then thought differently when she felt her weak heartbeat.
She saw a bright red t-shirt, and on some natural instinct she grabbed it and pulled it on, sensing warmth. She hugged the long shirt around her body, and warmed hr frozen toes. She touched the blood pooling there, and flinched from the pain. She examined the dark red blood on her finger, and then her tongue flicked out, like a reptile, as she licked off the blood, and grimaced at the taste.
"Ugh." She grumbled, tilting her head away from the blood and dropping her foot to the ground again. She looked at a box on the counter, and saw a bottle of dark red liquid. Another natural instinct, she got up and limped to the bottles. She pulled one out and examined it. Her stomach grumbled loudly, so loudly it was almost inhuman, and then opened it. She looked inside at the dark crimson liquid, and read the label. True Blood, it read in black, bold letters.
She shrugged, and threw her head back as she took a massive gulp. She swallowed before she could taste it, but when she did, she cried out in utter disgust and dropped the bottle. It smashed right next to her foot, and broken glass cut her leg. She cried out in more pain, and stumbled back. The liquid had splashed all over her leg, making it look like someone had chopped her foot off rather than a little cut.
The door flew open, and she screamed, jumping back. Her head swam at the swift movement, and she tried to not fall unconscious as the massively giant blonde man strode into the room. Eric's fangs were bared, and anger was clear in his eyes. He, too, did not recognize Sookie at once, and was prepared to kill her for entering his office, but then he noticed her blue eyes, and her blonde hair. But she was so pale.
"Sookie?" he asked.
"Who the fucking is Sookie?" she asked, using the word she had heard when the car almost hit her. She was moving away from him, and around the desk, trying to put distance between them. He noticed her limp, and frowned.
"You are hurt." He stated, and Sookie looked down at her feet. "And why are you so pale?" he asked, beginning this first drop of worry.
"Please, do not hurt me." Sookie begged in a trembling voice, remembering the ferocious look he had when he entered his office.
"Why would I harm you?" he asked, walking closer to her with a curious expression. "Sookie, what's wrong?" he asked again.
"Please…" Sookie said, her lip trembling. She was fading away quickly, back into that dark place, but she tried not to go there. Her legs shook violently beneath her, and she steadied herself against the desk. Eric took a step forward, ready to support her, but she gave off a scared yelp.
"Please I'm so sorry. I'll leave, just please…" she was crying now, and before she could stop it, she collapsed, her eyes rolling back and her head hitting the desk. Eric caught her before she hit the ground, but he did not like the sound her skull made when she hit the desk. He held her close, trying not to focus on how she looked in the red clothing, but the fact that her heart beat was so quiet, and her skin was so pale.
"Pam." He called out quietly, knowing she needed no more volume to hear. She came to the office in a blur, staring at Sookie for a moment and then recognizing her with widened eyes.
"I need to return to my home. Make sure the bar is looked after." He ordered, and got up without and word from Pam. He ran back to his home, as it was faster than a car. His mansion loomed in the distance, the lights on and humans and vampire's alike filing around inside. He flew through the night when he got to his driveway, heading up to a window to a room because he wanted to avoid the humans. He opened it in one fluid movement, clutching the dying form of Sookie to his chest.
He heard a surprised yelp as a man and woman froze their love making to stare at him in surprise. Eric moved swiftly, shutting the window and moving to the door without even a glance at the couple in such an intimate position.
The house was large and filled with confusing hallways. But Eric found his light tight room easily, and placed Sookie on the bed, biting into his wrist and placing it against her pale lips.