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I know what your thinking, How the hell did you realize it no longer existed within hours of waking up, especially if everything else in your life was the exact same? Well, it went a little something like this.
"Sister it's twelve." My mother stated, exasperation hanging onto every word. My eyelids cracked open. "I've been awake for an hour." Was my normal response, her eyebrow rose at me, I grunted, pulling my body pillow closer and cuddling into my bed further. "We're having company tonight."
A groan, "Who?" She chuckled at me, "Your aunts are all coming over for football." This annoyed me. "Are they actually going to watch or sit there and talk?" My mom frowned in thought, "Probably talk, but I've threatened to kick them out if they pulled the same shit they did last Sunday."
"All I want you to do is clean the guest bathroom and kitchen, I've done everything else." I sat up at that, relieve It was all I had to do, cleaning up after four people wasn't fun. Although it was better than cleaning up after the nine I had before we moved back to Texas. "All right I'm up."
A chill caressing my skin as I threw my blanket violently to the end of my bed, she beamed at me, looking me over before turning and making her way to the living room. "Coffee?" The question made me grimace, "I'll settle for a bottle of water." Coffee worked initially, however within an hour it had me feeling like shit.
She laughed at my response, another grimace leaving me as I let my eyes roam over my mostly blacked out room. "Twelve, who wakes people up at twelve?" My grumble being swallowed by my room. My room was a theme of purple and black, fans hanging around the room as decorations. I loved fans. A chair in the corner with a stool by my computer desk, two dressers, a long one that held my jewelry stand and makeup, along with a t.v. A tall one that had little knick-knacks on it.
My computer desk having books, letters. And birthday cards in it along with several knick-knacks representing the Houston Texans, Florida Gators(My teams), or something I was given and now cherished. Flowers thrown all over. My furniture was light, Victorian styled, and had been a part of my mother's bedroom until three years ago when she had gotten a new suit. They were mine now and I loved them.
Nothing was different, my laptop still sitting on my computer desk, open ready to use, my sketch pad still in its stand. Nothing was changed from the night before. My bracelet, watch, and necklace were still thrown carelessly on said computer desk, grey and black lap blanket were thrown over the side of my chair from where I had been reading the night before. My clothes were thrown beside my laundry basket, not quite in it from where I had changed from my work uniform the night before.
So I thought nothing of getting up, throwing my hair up into a tight bun. Grabbing my phone and headphones from the charger, starting my playlist and walking to the kitchen half dead, then cleaning. After it had been cleaned I walked into the living room. Pulling my headphones from my ears. "Kitchens clean." She glanced up from where she was taking a break.
"Thank you." I waved my hand, sitting on the couch beside her. "My Godric and Eric story got to twenty follows last night." She was always interested in these type of things.
She paused, confusion flashing across her face. "Who?" I blinked, "Godric and Eric from True Blood. The story I published on that fanfic sight on new years when sissy and I got drunk."
"I thought it was Vampire Diaries." I blinked once again. "I mean I do write about Vampire Diaries but that show has nothing on True Blood."
My mom shook her head at me. "Never heard of it." A gasp left me, Never heard of it? "Eric, the tall blonde Viking. Played by Alexander Skarsgard." She shook her head.
"He also played Tarzan and Battleship." My mom frowned, pulling out her phone. "Jamie Campbell Bower played in both battleship and Tarzan." I looked at her phone, jaw-dropping.
"What the fuck, oh hell naw." Then I ran to my room, firing up my laptop. The picture of Godric that normally sat as my wallpaper was replaced with Elijah Mikaelson from Vampire Diaries.
Not one picture sat on my laptop, no Godric or Eric pictures. I took to the internet, Typing in true blood. Nothing, True Blood cast, Nothing, Alexander Skarsgard, he didn't exist. Allan Hyde didn't exist. Kristen didn't exist. None of them existed. I even searched up the names of every actor I could remember. None come up.
I was horrified, then I went to my google docs. All my True Blood stories had been replaced my Vampire Diaries or Twilight. This had me upset. I freaked the fuck out. This had to be a nightmare, I was living in a nightmare.
I tried True Blood one last time. This time after turning safe search off I found out that, holy shit, Vampires had come out the coffin three years ago. The date was still January 7, 2019. They had come out in 2016. I sucked in a breath.
'Vampires are real?" My mother spoke, obviously following me to my room during my panic. "Yes, we've known that for a while now." I began hyperventilating. On the verge of a panic attack. "What the fuck." My mother just watched me before finally, she shook her head.
"Calm down, explain what's wrong?" And so I did, she just stared at me while my mouth moved a mile a minute. Explaining what the fuck was going on. She just shrugged when I was done. "It would make an interesting story?" She offered and my jaw dropped. "I'm being serious mom!"
She sighed, "Well, if you truly believe this I'm sure the proof will present itself eventually, I know your not one to lie, but what if you had just had a very real dream? Maybe I should re-bless your dream catcher?" I just gasped openly at her in shock. She didn't believe me, she thought my fucked up dreams were to blame?
And that's how I had realized True Blood didn't exist because I now lived in it. I freaked the fuck out, had several panic attacks the next three days. My anxiety climbing. Then I calmed myself down. I still had the same name, I looked the exact same, and I was never mentioned in the true blood series so I'm assuming I had nothing to do with the original plot. So I figured, why the fuck can't I just continue on in my life?
How wrong I was, because not only was I literally dragged kicking, screaming, and raising hell into the True blood plot, it was done in the cheesiest way possible. Making me wonder as I stared at the asleep boy across from me, Why the fuck was this my life?
So this idea came about while I was sitting in my room, wondering. What the hell would I do if I was randomly thrown into Trueblood? With the same life that I lead now. Same mother, same brothers, same part-time job, same obsession with manga, reading, fans, NFL and Fanfiction. This I believe is what I would do, I would try to stay as far away from the cast as I could, which despite living in Texas I'm very far from Dallas, Shreveport, and were Bom Temples is supposed to be. I'll be changing the names of myself and My family so yeah. Actually I just want to make this completely clear. I've been writing this for awhile now and have several chapter done already. I wasn't gonna publish it until it was done. But I want to hear your input on it. What you guys think about everything. Constructive criticism is always welcome, Till next time.
Music of the chapter: Currently listening to Rise up by Andra Day