A/N: I do not own the True Blood characters.

This story is very loosely based on the True Blood series. I have not read the books – yet. This is my first attempt on a True Blood fic.

This story involves Eric/OC/OOC and everything else good.

Lemon in later chapters.

//Shout-out to my "editor" Lea for ideas, help and late night talking.

R&R

I never thought this day would come. I had decided more than a century ago that I would never try to look for him, not because I didn't long to see him, not because I was scared of what he might do to me, but because I knew how much it would pain him to be confronted with what he had done so many years ago.

I looked out the window watching the sun going down behind the trees coloring the sky pale red.

I took a left turn 80 yards after the gas-station and drove up a long, winding dirt road just like the nice voice told me to. The surroundings had changed so much since the last time I was here, that without the GPS there would have been no way in hell I would have found it. My breathing had been inconsistent for the last 100 miles and every mile that brough me closer to my destination made it worse. Going along with the uneasy feeling in my stomach. I didn't know what was worse; what I was running away from or the upcoming moment where I had to look my brother in the eyes. The cold sweat that had started 3 days ago when I had admitted to myself what I needed to do hadn't stopped making my clothes cling to me like a second would have won me every Miss wet T-Shirt competition.

Turning left one more time I saw from the corner of my eye the big old mansion-like-house towering at the end of the road. I didn't want to look directly at it – afraid that it might make me turn around if the sight of it evoked any of the feelings I had buried all those years ago. I slowed down the last few meters and parked the car. As I stepped outside I franticly searched for my cigarettes. It took me five attempts to light my cigarette and I finally felt the small calm that was to inhale the smoke deep into my body. I leaned against the car exhaling in the dark that was now surrounding me. I closed my eyes and instantly wished I hadn't done it but now they were there; the images and feelings of the fatal night rushed through my head like a high-speed train: the fear that overcame and paralyzed me when he suddenly attacked, the thick, warm blood that slowly ran down my neck. But worse than the pain and the shock was the despair in his eyes when he realized that he had lost control…and then he ran, faster than I could see and never came back, probably thinking I was either dead or dying. I remembered the sharp pain of trying to breathe, like a million razorblades in my throat, as I lay there waiting for death to take me. I shook my head to resolve the memories, if I didn't do this now I knew I'd turn around and run away. That was a fact. Just as it was a fact that if I ran then I was as good as dead.

I threw my cigarette to the ground. Watching it glow in the dark I took a deep breath and made my way to the house only to stop before reaching the steps that lead to the front porch. I finally looked at the house and suddenly every sound around me was louder than usually, making my head buzz; the sound of the crickets, my own heavy breathing, the trees in the wind, the squeaking of the floorboards as I ran up the steps taking two at a time before panic could get the best of me and suddenly I had knocked on the door.

The seconds I stood there felt like minutes and my breathing was now a series of small irregular gasps. I looked down at my feet as the door was opened and it took me 5 seconds to gather the courage and finally look up and meet his eyes and only less than 2 seconds for him to produce a sound that mostly sounded like a badly wounded animal and jump back with his fangs exposed. His whole body was tense and he had sunk into a slight crouch, ready to attack any second. His face had an expression of fear, confusion and utter hatred all at the same time. I knew I had to speak, but I wasn't sure my voice would be strong enough.

"Bill…it's me"

His lips started trembling and his shaking hands went to his head grabbing his hair. The remorse and pain in his eyes was not to be mistaken. His breathing was even heavier than mine as he shook his head

"But….b…I KILLED YOU! I KILLED YOU."

I took a step towards him and reached out to touch his shoulder but he jerked away like my simple touch would kill him.

"You can't be real…I killed y…" his words turned into sobs and the red blood tears started flowing down his cheeks.

I took a deep breath,

"Bill, it is me Scarlett…I did not die, you did not kill me…"

His sobs did not stop,

"H..h..how? I left you to die…"

He fell to his knees and hid his face in his hands.

"I..I didn't even try to save you…I left…you."

It was a long time ago I stopped hating him for what he had done that night. I realized he was a newborn at that time and could not control himself. I knew he must have hated himself for it all these years. But I still loved him: he was still my brother, my protector while growing up and I had not forgotten him…never.

I fell to my knees in front of him and the tears were now running down my face. I placed my hands on his as they were still covering his face.

"But I survived Bill…I understand, I don't blame you…I understand. It was not your fault, you couldn't help it, you couldn't control yourself."

His sobs were getting even louder and more heartbreaking and I felt the urge to cover my ears.

"I am never going to forgive myself for what I did Scarlett. I should have listened to Lorena…she told me not to go back and see you as I was too young a vampire…but I just wanted to see you one more time."

I took a deep breath and tried to sound as calm as possible

"Bill, I know…I forgave you decades ago…after I understood…look at me Bill"

It took him a few minutes to calm down enough for his sobs to stop and he finally removed his hands from his face and looked at me. As he saw my transparent human tears he gasped. His right hand came closer to my face and his forefinger made a movement as too scoop up one of my tears. He looked at the wet spot on his finger and then looked back up at me.

"I've never seen a vampire cry human tears"

"That because I'm not a vampire Bill…you didn't turn me"

Bill stood up faster than he had fallen onto his knees with the same expression of confusion on his face.

"But how? I attacked you more than hundred years ago and you are still alive?"

I slowly got up on my feet and took a deep breath. I knew that this was going to be a long explanation and I did not even know all the answers myself.

"The night you almost drained me, I lay on the ground waiting to die…but the scent of my blood attracted another vampire…and he saved me… "

"How can that be…I do not understand?"

I took a moment to look around and gather myself before I started to explain.

"As I said, another vampire found me. I expected him to finish me off, but instead he lifted me from the ground and the next thing I remember is waking up in a house and he was sitting in a chair next to the bed just looking at me. We didn't speak for hours. I was too afraid to say anything and he just sat there in silence looking at me. I didn't know how I was still alive. Right before dawn he went off and didn't come back until evening. "

Bill was looking at me still confused but at least not afraid anymore. He made a gesture with his hand to follow him and we walked through the short hall into his candle lit living room and sat on the couch. I could see he wanted me to continue.

"When he came back he went straight for the bed and sat at the side and looked at me and said that he was not going to hurt me. Later he told me that after he found me he made me drink his blood in order for me to survive. Over time we grew close and he took care of me – taking me with him where ever he went. We were companions. It was first months later that we realized that I hadn't changed my appearance. And I could…well do more stuff than normal humans. He researched on the subject and travelled around, but we did not get many of our questions answered. This had never happened before. I had human qualities; I had to eat normal food. I never had a craving for blood as a vampire and I did not have fangs. I could be out in the sun, I had feelings…but I was also strong, fast and I could glamour humans – but I couldn't be glamoured myself. And I didn't age. I was somehow half human half vampire. I asked him once to change me into a vampire…it took me years to make him do it…and one night he finally accepted. But…it did not work. I stayed half human half vampire."

Bill shook his head, but I just kept talking

"Over the years he taught me many things. He was a great vampire and a good man. With his blood flowing in me my fears went away and I am stronger than many vampires."

"Who was this vampire? What is his name?."

Now it was my turn to shake my head.

" You see after almost 80 years together me and my companion went our separate ways. He…well…got a job…an important one…and I was not ready to stay in one place. I visited him every 5 years to drink his blood as it was what kept me from ageing and it kept me strong."

I knew that what I was about to say now made my human emotions come to life again. I felt tears in my eyes and my voice trembled

"About 3 years ago when I went to see him last time he was different. The sparkle in his eyes was gone and he seemed fragile...a vampire looking fragile is not something you see these days…even I know that. He told me that he had some last plans he wanted to do in order to try and unite humans and vampires before it was time for him to leave. I couldn't understand what he meant until I realized that he was ready to leave this world. I spent the whole night screaming and yelling at him that he could not do that. I was not ready to let him go for good."

I looked up at Bill with tears streaming down my face

"I wasn't angry because I knew that if he died that I would also die eventually…but because he was my everything. Without him I would be alone."

I took another deep breath and continued, happy that Bill didn't ask too many questions right now.

"3 years passed since I last drank his blood and I started to think that he had somehow been joking about him wanting to stop existing. I knew people in the vampire world – and they told me he was still alive until one day a year ago I got the news that he was gone. "

Now I was the one sobbing. I had never spoken about this to anyone and hearing the words out loud was harder than I imagined. I dried my eyes and kept going

"Bill…when I heard he was gone I felt like…like everything was lost…I was lost. Few hours later, after the news of his death I felt that something wasn't right. It didn't take me long to find out that my house was surrounded by vampires. And the feeling I had about these vampires was not good. They couldn't enter my house of course as I still had the human protection in me – meaning these vampires were not some of the ones I knew who were my friends. These vampires had never been invited into my home. I packed up my stuff and was prepared for a confrontation when I left the safety of my house…and I was right. But because I still had his blood in me I was able to fight them off and flee. I've never killed a human or vampire in my life…and I was not about to start then. I've spent this last year fighting them off and fleeing and hiding…and I know I don't have much time left before his blood has disappeared from my body and I become all human and ageing.."

Bill looked stunned; I could see what he wanted to ask.

"But, why are these vampires after you?"

I looked down at my feet again for a few moments. Damn I wanted another cigarette.

"I think it's because they found out somehow that I have "his" blood in me…and it's valuable. If they sucked me dry they would also have his blood in them; they would get his strength and everything else he possessed. As I told you before he was a great vampire. We've kept our relationship as secret as possible, because he knew I would be in danger if vampires knew. Everywhere we went they just thought that I his human and they never touched me. But these three found out…and they are doing their best to track me down. I shook them off 2 weeks ago. And now…I'm here."

Bill took my hand and looked me in the eyes.

"Why didn't you find me before…you should have come years ago."

I couldn't help but laugh

"Funny you say that, because for decades he tried to get me to contact you again…I refused, but…here I am."

Bill got up and walked back and forth in the room changing his look from confused to serious.

"If what you tell is the truth…then we need help to stop these vampires."

He stopped up and looked at me again,

"If you are going to start getting weaker, then we can't do this ourselves."

He sighed loudly and spoke again

"As much as I hate to admit this I have too – We must go see Eric."