My second True Blood fanfiction! I hope you'll enjoy this and hopefully I will finish this one as well. ;)
This is an O.C/Eric N/Alcide H. fiction, but I'll also be introducing other characters which will not have a direct link with any of the already known characters.
I'm anyways making this up as I go, so I'm just as curious to see where it ends up as you are. ;)
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from True Blood and the ones I do own is my very own and purely based on my own vivid imagination. They will hopefully stand out!

Let me know what you think! And; enjoy!


1.

I tore myself out of the vice grip and tossed a thin chain of silver from my bag over his chest. He jolted in pain, trying to move, but was naturally unable to.

"Hey! Ashlyn!" He exclaimed, staring at me in a mix of disbelief and anger. I buttoned my jeans and pulled on my oversized shirt before gathering my long, dyed black hair in a hair band in my neck. I turned and looked at the pale skinned, black eyed vampire, lying on a makeshift bed in his little hideout underground.

"Sorry, Kody, but I gotta go. These past few days have been fun, but I can't stick around and I already told you that." I gave him a smile and a shoulder shrug before grabbing my bag, quickly slipping my feet in to my black boots.

"What the hell? Come on, I thought we were having fun! And what's the deal with the silver! Ashlyn!" I chuckled lightly, hearing his voice disappearing in the distance. I pushed the massive metal doors open and shut them tightly after me, leaving the tunnel in front of me in pitch blackness. Luckily my night vision was more than good enough and I quickly made my way to the ladder which led to the surface. The metal plate hiding the hole in the ground was easy to push aside and I climbed up on the slightly moist asphalt. I saw the thinnest stripes of sunrise along the horizon and I stretched, feeling dreary, but I couldn't stay in Fort Worth, Texas any longer.

"Time to move on, Ashlyn Rivet." I sighed and made my way to my four wheeled lover; A crimson red 1978 Ford Pickup. It was my pride and glory and…all I could afford on my 18th birthday. It had been with me every since, for the last seven years.

I climbed in and whipped my feet up on the dash while pulling out the black metal box from my bag. This routine was way too familiar; I could've done it blind-folded. I opened a new needle and quickly clicked it in to place in the black pen. I pressed the end against the skin on my index finger and pressed the button on the end, letting the short needle shoot in to my skin. A few droplets of blood trickled out and I pressed a tiny, thick strip of white paper against it, letting it soak up until it reached a blue line. I packed the pen and needle away while I waited for the result.

"10. Not bad. That's as far away from 100 I have been in years." I said, smiling to myself, looking at the end of the strip where the number slowly appeared before pressing the glowing end of the cigarette lighter against it and letting it dissolve in the ash tray. I knew it wouldn't be too bad now. Had I even been over 40 I would feel like crap. And I've kept myself very busy the last week.

"Kody, you've been a treat, but had I stayed longer you would've wanted to feed of me. Not gonna happen." I shook my head and chuckled lightly.

My condition isn't something that can be cured. For the most part I wish it could. But at other times I don't mind at all. Before the Great Revelation life was a million times harder for me. But now I made it work without too many hiccups. But, since my condition involved vampires there were always some problems.

I was just five years old when I realized something was wrong with me. I was an orphan and I grew up in an orphanage run by nuns and by the time I turned five I was constantly sick. Weak, feverish and since I never had any appetite I was only skin and bones. They were so desperate to help me they called in someone…let's call him paranormal. Frederick Bryan. He was an expert in everything that is not of this world and everything that humans would normally fear and he could finally tell me what was wrong with me. My body, mind and soul craved vampires. And considering he was a vampire it was very obvious he was right. The instant he cradled my tiny body in his arms the color returned to my cheeks and the fever vanished instantly.

That's how I got my first parent. The vampire Frederick. He raised me, loved me, cared for me. Until I turned 18. By that time I needed to stretch my legs. Frederick had made the test that would at all times tell me how poison my blood was. If it reached 50 I would feel really, really sick. If it tipped 75 I would be at deaths door. And at 100? I would be dead. Completely dead, one way ticket, complete gonner. So the second Frederic had perfected the equipment I was on my way. For seven years I've travelled the world, combining my need for world-exploration with the need to constantly find vampires. Up until two years ago I had to travel far and wide to find them. I had to seek out the secret, underground clubs and go head first in to places that were rumored to be vampire-nests. Luckily it seemed the vampires I've met have quickly realized that killing me wouldn't do them much good. If they spill just a drop of my blood they are the ones who get sick. I learned that the hard way. I was in Italy, six years ago when I was surrounded by seven, rather hungry vampire teenage boys. The sadistic, weapon-carrying kind of teenage boys. One of them pulled out a knife, wanting to carve out a nice little pattern in my skin. But the second the sharp blade grazed the skin on my arm the blood started flowing and the vampires – brace yourself – started vomiting blood. It was…a mess. Standing in the middle of that circle of dead boys isn't a place I recommend to be standing in. After the vomiting came the pest-like breakouts on their skin. Black blisters that started oozing black smoke. It was a mess to say the least! Somehow I managed to escape, even though they tried to hold me back and kill me, fueled by anger more than reason. I learned a valuable lesson that day; first of all I can never, ever bleed in front of a vampire and they most certainly can't feed of me. Second of all, I am the deadliest weapon a vampire will ever have to face – if needed.

I whipped out my travel map and folded it out over the steering wheel.

"Let's see…" I traced my finger from Fort Worth and eastward.

"Where to go…where to go…" I mumbled.

"Louisiana…Shreveport! Nice name. Let's go there." I said with a smile. The beauty of being free to go wherever you feel like it. I plotted in the city on my GPS and started the rumbling engine.

"About four hours. That's not too bad." I said before putting the car in to drive and headed out of Fort Worth. Not planning to come back here for a very long time.