Okay guys, welcome to my first story on my shiny new account. Now, I will have to admit I have NEVER read a TB (I hate that abbreviation, it look like Tuberculosis, who would read a fic about Tuberculosis?) fanfic before, but that's primarily because I'm not a gigantic Eric fan like the rest of the Fic universe – or so it seems. So, I created this little diddy, here. I have no idea where's it's going. It's going to change POV A LOT, so don't expect only one or two characters to be telling the story. It's my first True Blood, my first POV switch, but it's going to be good, trust me. XD

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Chapter One – Big City Dreams

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"Excuse me, are you the, um… owner of this establishment?" A young woman sat across from me, flipping her hair – a nice reddish brown – and resting her head on her hands. Her voice was strained, and she looked exhausted. The clock said it was about three in the morning; I had just rounded up the last of the drunks and sent them home. They always stay late on Friday nights, after a long day of work, and with having no one to go home to, it made sense to me, so I let them stay.

I almost asked her to leave, but she looked up at me, dark green eyes peering through her bangs, begging for me to say that, yes, I was the owner of this establishment.

So, that's exactly what I did.

"Thank god," she muttered under her breath, moving in a slow liquid motion, like she was slowly falling asleep, "I need some serious help," she chuckled to herself darkly, "Do you happen to sell Tru Blood?"

I stiffened. Another vampire, I was almost ashamed I couldn't tell myself. She looked so human – even her skin seemed to have a nice blush to it, but I guessed that this had to be due to the shit lighting in here. I wasn't sure what I should say, but nodded, and moved back a little, slowly.

"Thank you very much," She said. She shut her eyes tightly and reopened them, they had to be the brightest things in the bar. "And… um... what would you recommend I give a woman once she regains consciousness? She seems to have had a very rough day – That's the reason I stopped really, besides the fact that my head feels like it's about to split in two after the night I've had. But the girl, she doesn't look to well at the moment, and her boyfriend won't say a damn word – that's what I'm hoping the True Blood will help with…," her voice trailed off, " Though he did tell me to stop here, said you could be of some assistance. I'm sorry. I shouldn't be unloading all my problems onto some man I don't even know…" her voice drifted again and she looked over at her car, mine followed, but I didn't see anything.

"Sam. I'm Sam," I said quickly as she finished, awkwardly handing her the bottle of Tru Blood.

"Sam Merlotte, I'm guessing," she sat up completely, smiling weakly, and raising her eyebrows before adding, "I'm Emily."

I nodded; she rocked a bit in her barstool nervously, fingers tapping on the table. The skin around her eyes was dark, and she looked so tired she didn't want to move. I had to admit, my opinion of her softened when she said that there was a vampire in her car, as odd of a statement as that may be. I couldn't really say that I haven't heard more odd, because here in Bon Temps, odd has been something we've grown accustomed to. No vampires frequented my bar that I knew of, except one. My guess made me growl under my breath, accompanied with the thought of Sookie in the back of this woman's car, broken somehow. I scowled and looked back at the drinks behind me, hiding my expression.

"What's your vampire look like?" I asked, grabbing a beer underneath the table – the perfect fit if my hunch was accurate. I hoped I'd covered the acid that I could feel leaking into my voice and turned back to face her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She said mockingly, "You never seen one before or something?" Her eyes lit up a bit, her smile turned sarcastic, and she leaned forward a bit, curious what I was going to say next. She knew I was interested in her predicament, I could tell, I wasn't sure why she was being defensive, especially with how tired she was. I wondered how she acted while she was awake.

I smiled a little, "No, just curious how he knew about this place," I paused, "About me."

She thought for a second, "I guess that makes sense…. I'd say he's pretty tall. Dark hair. Interesting accent, old-sounding, but I guess that comes with the whole vampire thing…" her eyebrows raised up at the word vampire, like she was trying to convey that it didn't really matter by over exaggerating. "Overall, attractive, not really my type, I guess, but, yeah, he's attractive." I had to stop to wonder what exactly her type was, as even I could see why a woman would find Bill appealing. "He never said his name. The girl was very pretty, in case you're wondering. Blonde. He was latched on to her like she was worth everything in the world. It's kind of cute really. The guy kept saying her name, it started with like an 'S'… but I couldn't quite make it out."

I tensed again, and leaned forward, "Sookie?"

"That's an actual name? Exotic," she smirked again, and leaned forward a bit more, her face a little pitying despite the sarcasm that escaped into her tone, "You know her don't you?"

I didn't answer, but apparently I didn't need to. Her eyes softened, and she stood, "She is fine. I've seen her myself," her voice was much more soothing than before, and I smiled despite myself. "I'll talk to him," she said, standing up, "give me a second, Sam." She walked back outside, I watched curiously as she left. She ran another hand through her hair, sliding the other along her jeans. I turned away and looked outside, focusing on Sookie.

Mostly I just wondered what she was going to come back with.

The corners of my mouth turned upwards, into a tiny smirk as she walked back in. "Hey Bill," I said, picking up a clean, wet glass and drying it off. I don't know why I had suddenly gained a huge confidence boost when the vampire walked in here, I knew, everyone knew, he could have me dead in a few seconds.

I saw the girls eyes flicker over to me, her eyebrows raised again, as if saying, "Really??"

I smiled and laughed a little, nodding to her. Bill's eyes ran back and forth, taking the situation back into a more serious sentiment.

"She's fine," was the first thing out of his mouth. He spoke sternly, and Emily looked over at him, and then took her place again at the bar. She slowly sat down and turned towards him, watching him curiously. She didn't look afraid, mainly just interested, something I really did not understand.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked her, as I reached back for the True Blood I had given the girl earlier and tossed it to him. She was right, he did look thirsty.

"Thank you," he said politely, then returning back to silence as he and I waited for the answer of the girl.

"Coke, please." I wondered why a girl of her age – I'd guessed about 25, Sookie's age, about – with a day like the one she's had, and the body like she has, would not order an actual drink, it didn't fit. "I don't drink," she clarified, "Alcoholism runs in the family, I guess you could say." I couldn't help but feel sorry for all the men who've tried to hit on her in a bar.

I moved back to the fountain and addressed Bill, "What happened?"

"There was a fight. She was knocked unconscious. She is perfectly fine, I promise," Bill responded. Part of me wondered why Bill stayed to explain, but the part of me that understood that he and Sookie did have some things in common, like her, he felt it wrong to turn away after someone helped him, even if that person was me, and if I was being kind of an asshole, not that I minded that.

"Then you should get her home," I said simply, knowing that if there was an argument of any kind I'd never hear the end of it from Sookie, because she always found out. I turned and offered the Coke to Emily.

"Miss," Bill turned his attention to the girl, "Thank you very much for the help. I am indebted to you."

"Um, cool," she laughed slightly, "It's fine. I'm just glad everyone's okay."

Bill smiled slightly, and was then gone.

That's what I didn't like about vampires. They just vanish.

She turned back to face me, "I wish that stuff wasn't always so… crazy around me."

I smiled, "You and me both." I pushed the drink closer to her, and she pulled the straw to her lips. She didn't ask any questions, just sat and drank her soda, sometimes looking up at me peculiarly, because she knew I was watching her. I was leaning over the bar, my hands spread apart to support me. I had put the glass I was drying away after Bill left, but the rag was still in my hand. I caught myself staring at her a couple of times, but it wasn't every day that some strange girl comes stumbling into my bar.

"This is good," she said, eyes flickering up to me. I let go of the bar and spun around quickly, looking for something to occupy my time.

"Oh, good," I replied, shyly turning back and pulling my pencil from behind my ear, I started writing down a grocery list for tomorrow, moving over just a bit to be out of her way. From there, I could still watch her a little, between writing down the usual things like toilet paper and Dr. Pepper. My mind was elsewhere. Why where Bill and Sookie In her car, Bill could have easily taken her home, unless he was hurt, maybe. Why was she here anyway? I'd never seen her before tonight, and she didn't look like the normal people we get passing through.

She fixed the strap on her tank top atop her shoulder, and I couldn't help my eyes slowly traveling along with her hand, as it slid down past her chest and back to the drink. I took a breath and faced forward, as she dragged another hand through her hair, messing with the end near the base of her neck. I fidgeted where I stood and tried to focus back on my shopping list, thinking of anything to take my mind off of the glow of the bar's cloudy lights on her skin.

"Where are you from?"

"New Orleans," she answered, turning her attention back to me again, it looked like she had lost herself for a moment, "I'm here… I have no idea why I'm here…" She squished her eyes together, and looked back up at me. "I guess I'm here because that's what's… meant to happen." She laughed.

"That's a good enough reason," I said, disregarding the shopping list for now and sticking my pencil behind my ear again, she continued to watch me, an expression I couldn't recognize on her face.

"I think so, too." She sucked down the rest of her soda, "I'm keeping you; I should go." She stayed seated, and looked up at me again, as if she just couldn't place something, "Thanks."

"It was nothing," I replied, "Really. My pleasure."

She slid off the stool, reaching into her back pocket.

"No, that's fine. On the house." I nodded at her, and she smiled a thank you. I almost offered her another Coke, part of me enjoying the late night company. I didn't really want to want her to stay, but as she left, I couldn't stop myself from thinking of a way to get her back again.

"Hey!" I said loudly, jumping around the bar and moving over to her, "um, Emily, right?" I finished lamely.

"Yeah," she spun, "but you could really call me anything you want, I answer to a lot." I didn't want her to go out there completely alone, especially with everything that has been happening around here lately. I felt like she was one of those people who just fell into trouble easily, and something inside me wanted to make sure this girl was safe, and stayed that way.

"What would you prefer?" I asked, trying to seem friendly.

"Oh, anything," she said shyly, "I've been called lots… Em, E, Lee…" her voice trailed off, "Anything you want."

I thought for a second, "Okay. Anything I want."

"Anything." She smiled, biting her lip, and glancing over at the clock, but taking a small step forward.

"Yeah," I smiled back. "Uh…If you're planning on staying… I have an opening at the bar, you know, if you need a place to work." I took a couple of steps closer, moving my hand around her side and to the door.

She smiled wider, "That sounds perfect."

I smiled again, thinking that this was the most smiling I'd done in a long time. "Great. I'll see you soon."

She nodded, "Um… I guess I really should go." She still looked like she didn't want to leave, and her eyes were still heavy.

"You go on then. It's very nice to meet you, Emily." I looked up, back at her face as I stepped aside to open the door for her. The warm night air flushed in against us, and I looked outside before addressing her again, "Very nice."

She stepped beside me, arm sliding against my chest as she walked outside, she turned, "Very nice to meet you as well, Sam. Thank you again for the help, I really appreciate it, really." She leaned forward and laid a soft, quick kiss on my cheek. I laughed nervously and was about to speak when she added, "For the drink." She began towards her car, "Good night!"

"Night," I said thickly, shutting the door as she walked away. I leaned back against it, trying to shake the adrenaline rushing through my system before I walked back outside to sleep. My head was full of instant replay, her lips brushing my cheek. My imagination coupled it with more, my lips brushing hers, moving down her neck, my body pressed against hers. I closed my eyes and tried to shake away the images, putting my focus into locking up.

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