There were 2 things I didn't like about waking up. 1, was actually being woken up. I hadn't easily forgotten my torturous experience (literally). 2, I was surrounded by dirt which was just plain gross. It also gave my heart (which no longer beat) an ominous feeling. If I had died my friends surely would have bought me a coffin, or at least cremated me. So that only left one option, I had been turned. Rage built from my very core, an emotion that vampires were very familiar with. After digging myself out of the earth I was staring right at the man I despised at the moment, Bill Compton, or formally known as William Compton. That sick a-hole had turned me, he knew I never wanted to be a blood sucking freak.

"Sookie," his voice was as cool and deep as always. I hated it, from my very core. There's a strong bond between maker and child and I knew he could feel my rage because his beautiful brown eyebrows furrowed together waiting for me to speak. Even though its dark I could see everything, every line on his face, every brown hair that graced his head. I could hear a frog croak miles away in a swamp. I could tell he was waiting for me to say something, well he could just wait his sorry butt on. "How are you feeling?"

"Why?" My hands were clenched tightly at my side in pure fury. Betrayed, that was the second emotion that crashed over me.

"You were dying, I had to." His manly hand reached out to me, I would not take that sickly appendage.

"Release me," my voice was thick and demanding. I knew very little about vampire politics and what not, something I regretted at that moment, but I knew that the only way I could be free of our bond is if he released me.

"No." His voice was firm, smooth, its not like I liked what I had to do next, but I certainly didn't hate it either.

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That was 20 years ago, and it was the most painful 20 years of my existence. People think being a vampire is so fantastic, its not. The constant blood lust, when you speak with someone all you see is there arteries pumping blood and all you want to do is sink your fangs and gulp it until its no more. I ran my newly manicured hand threw my golden locks, red, it was a nice color against my tanned skin. Too bad I would never be able to tan again. I had run, far away, I went to North Carolina I couldn't abandon my Southern roots just yet, I stayed far away from vampires (other than asking them to move here, another one of the only things I learned from vampire politics), and worked at another bar. I sure did miss Merlotte's though, more than you could imagine. The uniform was similar, blue shirt and black shorts with sneakers. I probably picked this place because of its similarities, and it was the only place willing to hire a vampire.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" My crazy Sookie smile plastered heavily on my face, they didn't seem to mind it so much here. The woman's thoughts poured into my head like iced tea on a winters day, completely unnecessary.

Stupid fanger, why can't Jim stop staring at her? I wonder how many people she's killed?

Same stereotypes as usual, some people were not keen on having a vampire as their waitress, others loved it. I was the 'special show' as my boss liked to think. Back to my telepathy, I have no idea why it didn't leave when I was turned unfortunately my gift is still with me… and its gotten worse. It fine tuned itself automatically, weird stuff just happens to you when you become one of the undead. But that's not the bad part, I can hear vampire thoughts now. Well not exactly, I catch glimpses, normally its newborns like me the violence that courses through their veins is unbelievable. I can't tell anyone that though, I would be used just as I was when I was human, and I was NOT going back there.

"I'll have the green salad, what about you baby?" The brunette who clearly didn't like me caressed her boyfriend person out of his stupor (and in a sad attempt to make me jealous), she didn't need to know that I only gave myself to one man.

"I'll have a cheeseburger." I could smell his lust, his thoughts threatened to bombard my mind so I scampered away after giving them another tensed smile. I knew something was wrong as soon as a vampire walked into the bar. His skin glowed like the moon, he had tousled red hair and vivid green eyes that reeked of death. Oh goody. Pretending that nothing was wrong I walked over to him, my smile even more strained, I must have looked like a complete lunatic.

"Hi sir! How can I help ya?" My voice was one of a true southern belle, his eyes flicked over to mine and I could see the hunger in them.

"Sookie Stackhouse?" His voice was a deep baritone (very sexy if I might add).

"Yes sir!" Even though I was an excellent liar and a fantastic actress after many years of pretending everything was ok.

"You need to come with me." I knew from his feral grin nothing good was going to come out of it. It was always best to play dumb.

"I'm real sorry but I have to work, is there anything I can help you with?" I swear he almost believed my ignorance, but he probably knew all about me.

"Its regarding Bill Compton." Those two words, not even the devil could have instilled as much hatred in me as he did. My friendly eyes turned steely with hatred.

"Let me just tell my boss I'm goin'." Pivoting at a very vampiric speed I jogged through the hallway to my boss's door. "Hey George, is it ok if I cut out early? I got some family stuff that just came up." My brown eyes were saucers, puppy dog eyes. He smiled a big toothy smile, I had been loyal to him for the past 19 years.

"Sure thing Sook, let me know if everything's ok." I gave him one of my real smiles, not the deranged one I gave to customers who irritated me. The ginger haired vampire was standing right where I left him smirking wildly.

"Where are we going?" I hid my fear well, inside I was shaking. Memories of that horrid night came flooding back to me, the feeling on fangs sinking into my flesh, the cracking of bones breaking.

"Louisiana." Sadly the amusement was clear in his twinkling eyes, he held the door of a sleek black BMW open for me. Like a true southern gentleman, I don't think so, I'll never fall for that again.

"Who are you?" I figured my true death was coming soon, I might as well be irritating. Dread crawled through me,, I felt its nails scrape across my skin.

"I am the new magistrate, Roy." I almost liked the way his emerald eyes glazed over me, almost, then all I felt was disgust. It reminded me of how Bill looked at me that night, while he raped me.

"I didn't realize I was such a large problem that you had to fetch me personally." Normally the magistrate was called to judge a situation and give an appropriate punishment, looking for me should have been a lower vampires job.

"Well Miss Stackhouse, you made sure you didn't want to be found, or convicted." I could tell he was surprised when I smiled, and probably even more surprised at what came out of my mouth next.

"Found, yes, but convicted? I would gladly do it again if I had the opportunity, I feel no remorse." There was silence for the rest of the drive, once we reached the airport I was immediately cuffed in silver. It hurt like a bitch, I could smell my skin burning away. Since that night, I had never felt such an unbearable amount of pain, but I didn't cry. Not a single bloody tear rolled down my cheek, not a whimper, not a flinch. I was ushered into the plane after Roy and seated across from him.

"Can I have a towel please?" Roy just lifted an eyebrow waiting for me to continue, I lifted my hands to show the blood seeping through the handcuffs and dripping on me. "My Gran would never forgive me if I bled all over the carpet." Its hard to surprise a vampire, and Roy the (very 30 year old looking) vampire was absolutely bewildered. He snapped his fingers saying something in Finnish and a towel was placed under my searing hands.

"You are something else Miss Stackhouse." His thick voice was clouded with lust, his fangs were more than willing to vouch for that, erect and ready to pierce my skin. I frowned.
"I do have manners if that's what you're implying." He laughed heartedly, I just stared out the window, the clouds looked extra fluffy and the stars brighter than the sun. My eyes flicked down to my hands, it wouldn't be long before all my flesh burnt away and the silver would begin slicing through my bone.

"Well yes, and you seem to be taking the situation really well. I can see the silver burn through your flesh yet you don't even seem bothered." Let me just say one thing, buddy you aren't exactly subtle with your curiosity.

"I knew you would come eventually, I'm surprised it wasn't earlier. Are you admitting you only put this silver on me to torture me?" I looked straight into his eyes opening my mind to his thoughts, he knew there was something off with me. He was intrigued by me, I could feel his jumbled emotions dance in his head. I felt his shock at my keen observation, "I thought so." We sat in silence, other than the heavy rumble of the plane and my thoughts swirling in my mind.

"When was the last time you fed?" So he noticed, sometimes they don't. Notice that is.

"Never." Could he not tell I wasn't in the mood for conversation, I was trying to keep the silver from reaching my bone, it would be pretty awkward if my hand fell off.

"Impossible, you wouldn't be alive." It shocks me how thick vampires could be.

"True blood, tastes like crap but I'm alive aren't I." I was so ready to just get all this political crap over with.

"Hm," I guess that ended conversation, we arrived in Louisiana after an hour and a half. I was once again escorted into a black BMW, through deep concentration I was able to use my fairy powers to slow the destruction of my hand. It was so draining though, True Blood is enough to keep you alive but definitely not to keep you strong. I looked at the familiar streets of Louisiana and my heart ached. I wonder how everyone is, Tara? Jason? Sam? They'd be in their 50's now if they weren't dead already.

Fangtasia, the local vampire bar was located in a suburban shopping area in Shreveport. The name of the place was spelled out in jazzy red neon above the door, and the façade was painted in steel grey, a red door providing color contrast. Eric who owned the place must have thought that grey was a less obvious color than black because the interior was decorated in the same colors. It was exactly as I remembered and I frowned, just saying Eric Northman's name meant trouble was coming after ya. The door was opened for me by the guards that were escorting me. Escorting me, I made it seem like I was going to a ball. No, I was walking to my true death.

"Sookie, its great to see you again." Sophie-Anne sneered, Queen of Louisiana (a.k.a. the bitch that almost drank my dry). I remained impassive sitting where I was told. I saw Eric and Pam stare at me in disbelief, shock was pouring from their pores. But my eyes only glazed over them to focus on Sophie-Anne who was wearing a bright red cocktail dress to match her fiery hair. Always dressed to impress, even as she ripped me to shreds while I struggled for my blood.

"You certainly are… cleaner since I last saw you. I hope your beach holiday was worth it." Confusion rustled through the air, did no one else notice it but me? I felt her glare at me, oops I guess no one else knew.

"Miss Stackhouse do you know why you are here?" Roy was the first to break the awkward tension.

"Yes." Everyone stared at me, waiting for me to continue. I felt Eric's icy blue eyes stare at me and I felt a pull at my heart strings, he knew. He knew the entire time and he didn't try and save me.

"Will you please say what they are." Why would he even bother forming it like a sentence a clearly had no choice, sighing I continued.

"For staking Bill Compton." I smiled at the memory, and to try and keep from crying out in pain from the silver. It had begun slicing through my bone and it was unbearable.

"Was this before or after you were turned?"

"After." Crap this hurt, I felt the tears welling in my eyes but I willed them not to fall.

"You realize the offense of a vampire killing another." I honestly did not see where this was going, just stake me and get it over with.

"Clearly." It came out snappier than I had planned, I could see Sophie-Anne sitting in the corner smirking.

"Is there a reason as to why you did this?" He scribbled furiously in a little notepad, I wondered why.

"Yes." He looked up from his notepad, green eyes clearly irritated. So what if I was pushing some lines but I don't care. I'm going to be dead soon anyway.

"And what would that be?" He ground out. I shifted my gaze to Sophie-Anne who was filing her nails. Not a care in the world.

"I died because," she stopped filing her nails, "because I refused to give Sophie-Anne my blood, so she beat me, broke my bones, laughed, will Bill Compton raped me. He was supposed to protect me but he destroyed me, Sophie-Anne drank me until I was nearly dead, Bill convinced her that he would finish me off. As his reward he could drink the rest of my blood. I wish I had died, because our lovely Bill Compton decided to turn me, against my will. So when I woke up, I killed him. I wouldn't have done it if he had just released, but he wouldn't, he wanted to keep me all to himself." Roy scribbled all of this in his notebook.

"You filthy bitch, how dare you try and blame this on me!" Sophie- Anne was hovering over me, her fangs ready to rip me limb from limb, it wasn't like it would be the first time. I ignored her and looked at the magistrate.

"Can you take these off? They're uncomfortable." Just lifting my hands slightly was excruciatingly painful.

"Hn, uncuff her." It was like I was able to take a huge breath of air after almost drowning, I knew it would take ages to heal and there was blood all over my work shorts and legs. Blood takes ages to wash out.

"Did you not hear her? She just openly admitted to killing her master!" Pictures flashed through my mind, pictures of that night… from Sophie- Anne's point of view. I felt the euphoria she experienced from my pain, I saw my squirming body. Deep breaths Sookie, you just got free of those silver death traps.

"Shut up I heard her perfectly." The violence was contagious, the anger was soaking through our skins. Fangs were beginning to peep out, not that they can help it, it's the blood lust. "Sookie Stackhouse, your punishment will be to drink from a human. Until it dies. Then you will work off your payment to Eric Northamn until he feels your debt has been payed." Excuse me? I pray that I didn't hear that right, I have to kill somebody. In my human life I pissed of Eric more than a fly buzzing in his ear, I would have no problem doing it again. But taking someone's like, I couldn't.

"No. Stake my, torture me I don't care." Sophie-Anne seemed to smile at that, I saw the visualizations of her slicing open my skin watching my blood drip onto the ground. My teeth ground together.

"Magistrate, not to question your judgment, but killing one's maker is the biggest offense a vampire can make." So the Viking speaks, little shit (pardon my language Gran it slipped). Well f- you too.

"Yes, but she wishes to die so as a punishment she will live and do the one thing she refuses. Bring in a human." No one argued with the magistrate, not Eric, not the queen. Pam escorted a beautiful blonde girl, she reminded me of Ginger, another blonde that used to work in Fangtasia. I wondered what happened to her. A fang-banger clearly, she was more than happy to assist the vampires in whatever they needed, she licked her lips when she saw Eric and I inwardly cringed, how many of his employees did he sleep with?

"I can't…" I whispered. I had heard her thought dance in my mind, she was only 22, barley alive. She still kept in contact with her family, but never told them what she did because she was ashamed. Her baby blue eyes stared up at Pam waiting obediently for directions.

"You don't have a choice, drink before I make you, and I can promise you that you don't want that." Well f- you too Roy, him and Eric would be perfect for each other. Power hungry and gorgeous. I couldn't hold my tears anymore, they flowed like torrent down my cheeks, neck, staining my shirt. Walking towards her I felt her fear grow, it was worse than silver knives stabbing me. I heard from her thoughts her name was Lindsey, poor girl was just looking for a good time.

"Don't worry Lindsey, everything will be ok…" Her oceanic eyes glazed over as I glamoured her.

"Stop, you can not glamour her." Thank you Roy, as if this wasn't unbearable enough, so I just opted to glare fierce fully at him. I broke the trance and fear washed over me again. I grabbed the girl by the shoulders, willing my fangs to come out but they wouldn't budge. I thought of Bill Compton and the popped out like a new years baby, the harsh 'click' echoed in the air. My fangs sank deep into her neck hoping that if I hit the jugular it would be over quickly. It wasn't her screams pierced my ears, my tears flowed down her chest I couldn't stop crying. I drank, disgusted that I enjoyed it, disgusted at how my body reacted. I could feel my power growing from my core, I felt her heart slow and I wanted to stop. Roy must have felt my hesitation because he held my head in place until I was completely finished and her body collapsed onto the floor.

"Happy?" I whispered, but they all heard it clearly.