Disclaimer: I own nothing...the lovely Mrs Charlene Harris owns the characters...

This storyline came to me in a dream and I just had to write it...

I hope you enjoy and please review...

Chapter One

Sookie POV

The light in my kitchen is still on as I open my front door after a night of working. A girl of 15 is sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book. I frown at the girl and clear my throat. She looks up and gives me a look that says 'what?'

"What are you doing still up at this time of the night missy and where is Sissy?" I ask her, sitting down at the table.

She goes back to reading her book. "Waiting for you and she went to bed hours ago...so...how was work? Any customers hit on you again tonight?"

I nod my head as I put my bag down and leaning back into my chair. "Yep...Mr King did his usual slap, and George flirted all night. I think I need to leave that job. Maybe it's time to move again."

"Do you think we'll ever stop running? I mean, will we ever just stay in one place?" the girl looks at me.

I shook my head. "I don't know...but I do know this...I love you sweetie."

She smiles. "I love you too, Mum."

It has been 15 years since I left the town of Bon Temps, Louisiana. I had a life back then, waitressing at a really good restaurant and I owned my own house. I had friends and a strange bond with a 6 foot, handsome Viking, blond-haired, blue eyed vampire. But then, one day, one terrifying day, my life had changed drastically. I didn't even want to remember that day as I was scared and fighting for my life. On that day, I was almost killed, by a group of terrifying men.

I needed to leave pretty much straight away, but it seemed impossible as I had shared a strong blood bond with Eric, the blond-haired, blue-eyed vampire. So I did what I thought was impossible. Amelia, a witch and a close friend of mine, was able to cast a spell to remove the bond, although I did not tell her why. Then, I fled the country. I got in the car and drove to New Orleans. There, I got on a plane, and then, I was gone. I just left, without leaving any trace of me. Luckily, I had my passport on me. But I had left the one town I loved in fear of the men who were after me.

I had decided to go to a country that was far away. I never been to Australia but had always wanted to go. On the plane, I slept and dreamt nightmares, but when I woke up, the plane was almost about to land in Sydney, Australia. When the plane landed, I got off, ready to start a new life with a new name, no job and no place to go.

After about a month in Australia, I had gained a job and was sharing an apartment with a woman. The woman, Sissy, is a kind lady and she had offered me a place to stay after finding me at the airport. She had worked at the Sydney airport as a barista in a cafe which she owned. There, she hired me as a waitress. In a way, we are both the same, as we both had a past that was too brutal to tell, but we became firm friends and confided in each other.

Australia is different to America in many ways. They had fewer vampires who came out at night and there were shape-shifters and werewolves, were-animals and such but Australia was quiet in the supernatural area, which is just what I had needed. Around that time, I had started to feel sick and wasn't interested in eating anything. Sissy suggested I do a pregnancy test but the only sex I had was with a vampire and it is really impossible to get pregnant by a vampire.

But the impossible became a reality, as I stood in the bathroom, staring at the test, which had shown two pink lines. I was pregnant and the father of my unborn baby is Eric, who is a vampire. Clearly, it is impossible as vampires are dead and they don't make babies. But in my case, things changed.

The pregnancy was hard, as I was eating for a baby that is half-vampire, so it was more than just your average pregnancy. The baby was always constantly craving for blood and I didn't want to give in, although at times, I felt like I wanted it too. The birth was incredibly painful, as was the labour, which was incredibly long. I screamed at the time, wondering why in the world I had wanted children. But the answer came to me as I held my newly-born daughter and I realised that I was glad I went through the labour, pains and blood.

Shailee Anna Stackhouse Northman was born 8 pounds and had blonde hair and her eyes were striking blue, just like her father's and my cheekbones. She was and still is the most wonderful thing I had ever made and I made a promise to protect her, in everyway.

Her childhood was, in a way, not the normal childhood. As she is half vampire, things had happened which normal babies just didn't do. The first time she had drunken blood, she accidently bit me whilst I was breastfeeding her and she sucked a bit of my blood. I was in shock but surprisingly, I didn't care. Whenever she needed blood, I would feed her some TrueBlood in a bottle. She didn't like it but she needed the blood.

As she grew, there were times when she was kind of a normal child but she still drank blood. She also didn't like the sun, like I did, but she could be in the sun without bursting into flames and falling asleep. She did fall asleep like every other child and she ate food. Sissy thought it was funny that a three year old loved blood more than vegetables.

Over the years, Sissy and I became closer. She knew every detail about me and I knew everything about her. Sissy knew about Shailee's other identity and my past. It wasn't easy to reveal our pasts to each other, but both of us were relieved that we confided in each other.

Sissy is an Aborigine and grew up in one of the toughest Aboriginal communities. She moved to Melbourne as she was sick of getting hurt in her community. She then met some people who were involved with drugs and money and she wanted no part of it, but she was in a relationship with one of the men. But one day it got out of hand, so she left and moved to Sydney with a huge pile of money. She changed her name, identity and started up a cafe. She once told her real name, but I always call her Sissy.

Thins then took a change for the worse, as when Shailee was ten, the men who wanted to kill me came for us. They abused and hurt us so bad, we ran away. We changed our names, identity and our looks. I had dyed my hair brown and Sissy bleached hers blond. I wore fake glasses and Sissy, who already wore glasses, put in coloured contacts to make her eyes look hazel. I changed my name to Erica, but Sissy kept her first name, just changing her last name. I kept Shailee's name but we changed her looks. Instead of blond hair, we dyed it red and her eyes; well there was nothing we could for that now.

We moved to another town where we thought we could be safe. Mareeba, Queensland is isolated, and had few hundred residents. The city was located in a place called the Tablelands, which was about 60 kilometres from a main city called Cairns. They were both part of thing called the Far North Tropical Queensland, still part of Queensland, but was surrounded by mountains, rainforests, waterfalls and beaches. It was breathtaking and I grew to love it.

We have been living in Mareeba for about five years and so far, no men or vampires had shown up to hurt or kill us. Shailee grew into a beautiful, breathtaking, cocky teenager and she knew it. In so many ways, she is so much like Eric and at times she acted like him. She smiled like him and her anger was like his. She is him, but a girl and it reminded me of Eric and our relationship, which brought pangs to my heart.

Staring at my daughter now, she is still beautiful and cocky like Eric. But she is also a lot like me. We share the same passions, such as reading novels, cooking and pampering ourselves with facials, doing our nails and such. It is a shame that she still didn't like the sun but since we live in Mareeba and it rains a lot, she would spend as much time as she could outside. She is a night person, just like her dad, but she is a girl with a mind like her mama. Along with some vampire qualities, she also inherited my gift of reading minds, which came very handy as we could do private chats. But for tonight, we talked.

"I know mum...but if we have to move, can we move back to Bon Temps?" Shai asks. I call her Shai instead of Shailee at times and it suits her.

I look at her. "No, we can't or those guys will come."

"But Mum, I'm a vampire, my father is vampire and you have friends of the supernatural kind." She protests.

I shake my head. "No Shai, we can't."

"We can't what?" a woman's voice speaks. Sissy had woken up. She came and sat down on the table.

"Mum wants to move again and I think we should go to America, back to Bon Temps, under our identities, so that no-one will recognise us." Shai says. Sissy nods and I shake my head again.

"Even if we kept the identities, they would still know who I am." I tell her.

"Please Mum, I want to meet my dad and those that matter to my mother." Shai says, giving me those eyes, which reminds me of Eric's eyes.

I look at my daughter. I know I don't have any other choice, but it has been 15 years since I left the place I called home. So much had changed and I couldn't help but be scared...oh boy...

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Cheers From Australia