Author Note: The whole chapters of I am Dead, Again is betaed by Northwoman. Thank you very much for your correction and hint, My friend!

Disclaimer: Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball own all characters, I borrow them only to answer 'what ifs' that I need to let out.

This story is dedicated to a very dear friend of mine:

Lawrence Daniel

There will be no words, long enough or big enough to describe you and your thoughts

I am blessed to know you, L.D

Chapter One

My Angel

The water under my head looked lovely. It moved like a dancer with her colourful veil flying all around her, and the movement was like the sound of the orchestra that accompanied her, giving her secret signs of what the next step would be.

Then I heard a loud noise, like some kind of metal being dragged down - and argh - why was my chest so painful? And what was running on my face? Where was I? I forced myself to look around, but my neck was stiff. Oh, God! Where was I?

"Shht…easy," suddenly I heard a voice. It was a soft male voice. "Don't move. I will open your seat belt and you have to trust me, all right? When I say go, you have to take my hand. Do you understand me?"

"Yes…" I felt my heart racing. Seat belt? I was in a car?

"What's your name?"

"What?"

"What's your name? You have a name, don't you?"

"Tara…"

"Everything is going to be all right, Tara." I heard a 'clack' sound as he removed something, perhaps my seat belt. "Are you ready, Tara?"

As ready as I could be. I tried to nod, but I couldn't."Yes…"

"Go!"

I grabbed his hand and I screamed as I felt how cold his hand was. Either he was dead, or he was a vampire. I hated vampires. They did nothing, but ruined many lives; the life of Sookie Stackhouse, for example. Since she had got to know that son of a bitch, Bill Compton, she was beaten, attacked and nearly killed by Rene. I didn't know how she could put up with him. I couldn't even imagine how she was willing to sleep with such a cold piece of meat like vampire. Yuck!

The last thing I heard about their 'relationship' was Bill had left her for his maker. She had nothing else to do, but ran around with a seven-days-rain face. There was also another vampire, who visited her at Merlotte's from time to time. A tall, blond vampire, who seemed to have such an eerie way of carrying himself that scared a lot of people, except me. I didn't take bullshit from any body, men or vampires. It seemed he understood that too, therefore we didn't have much contact with each other. He knew me as Sookie's friend, and that was it. I didn't even bother to know his name. You know one vampire, you know them all.

That cold hand grabbed my hips and before I knew it, I was lying down on the hard cold asphalt road. I open my eyes to find a white face with a pair of big grey eyes. I wanted to say 'thank you' for his help. I might hate vampires, but I still had my manners. I opened my mouth, but no word came out from it. I heard a sound of choking and the next thing I knew, he kissed me. I tried to get him off my body, but my hands were numb. His mouth was as cold as his hand, but his tongue was soft. When he lifted his face, blood was all over his mouth.

"You have blood in your throat," he said. "Drink my blood, or you will die."

Yeah, you wish…my head started spinning. His face was blurring…and god, my chest was burning.

"Tara, listen to me. Drink my blood, child. You will not die on me. You will live and you will find who did this to you."

I wanted to tell him that I preferred to die rather than to drink his blood. I didn't want to be like Sookie, who fell in love with a vampire only to find that he was nothing but a regular son of a bitch. No fucking way. But I couldn't make any sound.

"Tara, listen to me. You don't want to die. Somebody tried to kill you; don't you want to find out who it was?"

"Somebody tried to kill me? Why?"

"Exactly, Tara. Why? Don't you want to know?"

I opened my mouth.

"That's my girl."

I heard a 'click' and then warm liquid dropped into my mouth.

"Suck it, Tara. Drink it."

His soft voice commanded me again. I didn't wait for the third command and did what he had said. I had never drunk from a vampire before and to be honest, it surprised me that his blood was not cold at all. It was warm and…delicious. Something about it tasted similar, but I couldn't remember what. Slowly I my chest felt better. The burning feeling that I had several minutes ago wasn't entirely gone, but I could breathe easier.

"Enough, Tara." He took his wrist gently. "I'll call a paramedic. Somebody will come and take you to the hospital."

"You sound like a fucking doctor."

He chuckled. "Do I? Fortunately, I am not. I hate doctors." He put my head on the ground. "Don't move too much, just lie there. I won't go anywhere. Just lie there and try not to fall a sleep. You are still in shock, Tara, but you will be okay."

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere between Shreveport and Bon Temps, I saw your car going out of control and hit the bridge. I came to you as soon as I heard you screaming."

"I don't scream."

"O yes, you did, and loudly."

I smiled. "What's your name?"

Before he answered, I heard a siren coming closer. "I've got to go now, Tara. We will see each other again."

"I don't know your name."

"But I know yours and you have my blood. You will recognize me, if you really want."

"Wait…"

Too late. He was gone, as fast as he had come. The squeal of brakes was so close to me, I swore that the car stopped only some inches away from where I was. Then I heard the sound of wheels. A man talked to somebody about seeing the victim lying on the road.

"Hi there…" a friendly voice greeted me. "Is everything all right?"

"You tell me."

He checked my eyes, ears, nose and mouth, then he put something cold on my chest, before he said. "We have to take you to the hospital. You have suffered from some internal injuries. What's your name, Miss?"

"What?" I felt my body lifted and put on a cold board. "Where is he?" I asked them. "Did you see him?"

"Who? What's your name, Miss?"

"Tara."

"Remember your last name, Tara?"

"Thornton…where is he?"

"It appears that the victim is in trauma." He said, to whom, I didn't know. "Who, Tara?"

A bloody fucking vampire that's who, but I said, "My angel. He saved me."

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