Dedicated to Miyabelle!

A TrueBlood, fanfic.

Enjoy!

ADDICTED

Love...is one hell of a drug...

Mud and blood, thick and clotted, clung to the hem of her dress, the rough fabric torn and thin from wear. The sleeves, which had once been long, were ripped just above her elbows, dirt soaked into the cotton with no hopes of ever being washed away.

As she stumbled onward, her sun-kissed locks matted with mud and blood clutched her forehead, and framed her face in a halo of darkness. The rest of her hair was pulled from her face in a messy bun that was slowly coming apart, long tresses falling from the up-do haphazardly. Her appearance was overall chaotic, something she knew very well.

As she ran through the dense forest, thorns from vines stuck to trees like glue gripping at her dress, she heaved breath into her chest, the noise echoing around her though she cared little. Her eyes, cursed with the sight and her body cursed with transmutation, focused only on what was in front of her, seeing nothing that was around her. She was too afraid to pay attention as to what was to her left, or her right.

The thought of being caught, drove her to keep running even though her legs protested, her lungs barely holding the oxygen she drew in with each gulp of air. Her arms pumped at her sides as she ran, aching as they did so, sending stabs of objection to her movements. Her body begged for her to slow, but she pushed onward, knowing that capture meant death.

With an easy lift of her feet, she leapt over a fallen log, landing as gracefully and quietly as a cat, wasting no time to recover before darting off once again. She didn't hear their thunderous pursuits behind any longer, but she couldn't take the risk of stopping.

Couldn't face the men behind her.

~Present~

I knocked on the familiar door and waited. She knew I was coming, and she had been expecting me and I knew without a doubt she would welcome me with open arms, cookies and a glass of sweet tea that she adored making. She would sway any dark thoughts lurking in the back of my mind, with her kind, wise and gentle words.

I waited as patiently as I could before knocking again. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't hear my knocking the first time, she was an elderly woman now, not even to mention the fact of her being mortal...

However, the person that opened the door was not the person who I was looking for. A skinny gap toothed blonde girl stared at me as I stared at her.

I frowned I knew I had the right house, but never had I never seen her here before.

"Hi!" she said overly chipper while holding out her hand to me. I looked down at it before looking up at her.

"I'm looking for Adele." I said evenly.

She frowned at the fact that I didn't shake her hand; her frown grew as she stared at me processing my words.

"Gran? What do you want with my Gran?" She asked curiously.

"I want to talk to her."

"What about?" She asked. Frustration was practically pouring from her pores. Why was she frustrated she was the one giving me a hard time. All she had to do was get Adele and mind her damn business.

"Sookie dear who was-" Adele stopped her eyes widening before she quickly grabbed me encircling me in a hug while squealing. "Izzy!"

Sookie frowned; her thoughts playing loud and clear in my head as if she had spoken the words out of her mouth.

Who the hell is she and how does she know my Gran?

I smirked towards her and she seemed to bristle.

Clearly she's a bitch…

I snickered and Adele pulled back her smile still on her face.

"How have you been dear?" I said watching her fondly as I walked into the house boldly strolling past the blonde like she wasn't even there.

"Oh you know…" She said with a smile gesturing me to take a seat, which I did of course.

"Would you like some tea?"

"I'd love some."

"Sookie do not be rude we have a guest." Adele said. The blonde named Sookie frowned looking at me before making her way towards the kitchen.

"What about you, how have you been lately? I haven't heard from you in a while."

I sighed "Yeah. I have been preoccupied with a lot as of late. But I do believe you were right when you told me a change of scenery was all I needed."

"I'm glad you took up my offer." She said with a smile.

Sookie came in with the tea on a silver tray and a plate of cookies.

Adele thanked her before turning towards me. "Izzy this is my granddaughter Sookie."

My eyes widened a fraction as I placed my tea down and stared at her.

My eyes raked over her. "I wasn't aware you had another granddaughter."

The girl before did not impress me in the slightest.

I returned to my tea dismissing Sookie from my eyes and drinking it with more grace and class than the queen of England.

I could feel Sookie raging. Uppity bitch. She sneered in her mind.

My lip twitched as I continued to ignore her.

"Gran I have to get going…" Sookie said after a moment.

No need to have Sam ready to jump down my throat for being late…

"Okay sugar you have a nice night."

I listened as a car pulled away. Adele walked back over to me after closing the door.

"Now, for the real reason you called me here." I said looking at her.

She pouted and I rolled my eyes.

"Aren't you a little old for pouting."

"Ha. I'm not the only one, I just so happen to only look it."

I shrugged. She had a point.

"Mortality looks good on you." I said. "You should be happy that you get to age so…"

She nodded. "You're right." She sighed looking ups at me a serious expression on her face.

"Izzy I need a favor."

"Oh?"

"It's about my granddaughter, Sookie."

"What about her?"

"I think she's like you…"

"Like me? Not likely."

"She has a gift, though she views it as a curse or a burden."

"Go on…."

"She can read minds Izzy, just like you."

I sat back soaking up that information. "So little goldie was telepathic….interesting."

"She's been struggling with it a lot, and recently she's been seeing this vampire-"

"Vampire." I repeated a frown making its way across my face.

"Yes, he's nice fellow, lives right across the way. His name is William. William Compton. But everyone calls him Bill."

"Interesting…"

"Anyway, I would like it if you could watch over her…"

"Watch over her?" I repeated the words.

"Yes. I would understand if you do not wish too. I should have contacted you sooner when she was a child."

"Nonsense if she would have met me when she was but a child I'm sure she would have been very curious as to how I haven't aged."

I sighed running my head through hair.

How about you sleep on it, we can talk about it some more in the morning.

I nodded and she showed me to my room. I didn't bother sleeping. I didn't need to sleep, not really at least. So I was wide awake when Sookie snuck back in the house. I could smell the blood on her but not just the blood but his scent. That vampires.

I watched from the living room as she tip toed by. She was covered in blood. And my decision o watching her for Adele was quickly made; though a small part had a feeling the girl would be more trouble than she was worth…

"My my someone's had an eventful night." I said from the couch causing her to jump.

She spun around glaring at me. "You scared my half to death."

I shrugged. I looked her over reading what had happened from her mind.

"You should be so lucky Mr. Compton was there to save you." I said coolly.

"What? How-" She stopped and stared at me. Something must have clicked because she took a step towards me. "Are-are you…"she pointed to herself "like me…"

"Yes in a way. I too am telepathic."

She blinked and walked up towards the couch. "Is that way I can't read your mind?"

"There's a number of reasons why you can't read my mind, you being telepathic isn't one of them." I glared at her. "The bottom line reason is because you are weak. It's quite disappointing."

I looked over her my nose turning up she reeked of vampire. "You should go get cleaned up. You reek of blood and death. I'm retiring for the night. We will talk again tomorrow."

And with that I left her standing there wide eyed and open mouth once again wondering who I was.