My name is Giselle. I'm a twenty-three year old run away. I've been roaming the country for years in search of something that I'm not even sure I'll ever be able to find, myself. A series of unfortunate events in my life have led me back here, Bon Temps. I found myself sitting outside of Merlotte's the only real bar in town. I was born and raised here in Bon Temps. Until i was seventeen, this was home. I ran away when I was a teenager because I felt as if there was something more than what Bon Temps had to offer me. But yet six long years later I find myself back in the same town that I felt was eating me alive.

"Giselle?" a mans voice questioned from a few feet away.

"Yes, Sam it's me," I said low as I stepped in the light of the parking lot. Sam had been a dear friend of mine.

Sam stood in front of me eyes scanning my body to see what had changed, "Wow you look great. Six years really can change a person a lot. Tattoos I see? You really?" He stared at a fully developed woman and not the young girl I was when I left. I stand at 5 feet 6 inches. Taller than most girls in this podunk town. I have fire engine red hair, a nose ring and 22 tattoos.

My head dropped and I chuckled, "Yeah six years really does take a toll on a person," I let yet another little chuckle out, "The tattoos are each like their own little battle scar and experience. I'm a different person now Sam. I'm not that shy and afraid little girl you once knew."

"Regardless it's great to see you again. Bon Temps and I were never the same after you left," he smirked as he reached out for a hug. I stepped in and wrapped my arms around him. Every memory of my childhood came rushing back to me. Sam and I had been through so much in the years before and I know that my leaving Bon Temps wasn't easy for him to deal with. I was the only one who knew what he really was. He wasn't like the rest of us and I realized that early on in our friendship.

Loosening my grip on his shirt I pulled back, "Sam, I have a favor to ask you."

"Elle anything for you," he was the one of the very few people who called me Elle.

"I need a job and place to stay for a while and know this is a lot to ask coming from someone who you haven't seen or heard from in six years but I need your help. I can't keep running. I'm old enough now to accept that," my eyes fixed on his. He let out a little yelp. I giggled he never could say no to me.

"Come on," he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bar.

Reluctantly my feet shuffled across the parking lot, "Sam I'm not sure I'm ready for this right now," but by the time the words escaped my lips the front door Merlotte's was wide open and most of the eyes in the bar were fixed on us. Sookie Stackhouse was the first person in view that wasn't just a blur.

"Giselle?" a long pause "Giselle Monroe? Is that really you?" Sookie asked as she stepped closer.

I smiled and nodded. Sookie slung her arms around me and squealed. Sookie and myself has also been very close. I was the only other telepath in the town. She was like a sister to me and I know she was hurt when I left but I had to and she later understood that.

"Girl there's a lot going on around here that you just wouldn't believe. But I'm not going to get into that right now. We'll have plenty of time to catch up, won't we?" she cocked her head to the side with a lopsided grin. That's Sookie for you, always cheerful and optimistic about everything. It was almost as if I had never left.

"I believe so. Sam has generously given me a job and place to live," Sookie's grin grew bigger than before.

"It's kind of like the old days. Both of us here at Merlotte's.... again. But if you excuse me I have some really cranky people in the corner booth to tend to," She hugged me again and bounced off to take care of her customers.

A few other people had walked over to greet me. Sam ushered me back to his office and outfitted me with a uniform.

"Feel like working tonight? You do remember how it works, right?" He asked as he sat twirling in his chair.

"Why not, yes I do it's like riding a bike. Sam I may be a lot of things these days but stupid is not one of them," I smiled as I tied the black apron around my waist. I grabbed a order tablet and pen off of the desk by the door and walked out.

I walked back out into the bar. Sookie was leaning over the counter waiting for LaFayette to hand her the last plate of her order.

"Elle so you're gonna take the odd tables. Arlene just ran out one of her kids fell at home and she's going to check on them." I nodded and headed off.

The night seemed to be going decently other than the nagging questions about what had happened to me and where I had gone that had been going through everyones head. Around 11 o'clock the front doors opened and my night was about to get much more interesting. The Shreveport vampires walked in and took a seat at one of my tables. Eric sat on the side of the booth facing the door and Pam sat across from him. I knew right away who they were from my travels. I personally never had a run in with them but they are very well known. I started to walk to the table to take their trublood order. Right as I stepped up to the table Sookie walked over.

"Eric what the hell are you doing here?" she snapped coldly.

"Sookie, I'm not here for you tonight. I'm here for her," He said as his hand arose pointing at me.

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Authors Note:

This is my first fanfic in years. Hope you all enjoy. Please leave me some reviews. :)