The Savior

Chapter 1- It Begins

I own nothing-but the plot- no matter how much I wish I did.

I'm running through the forest trying to get away from someone- or something. I glance over my shoulder and see nothing but dark shadows dancing around in the trees of the Louisianan swamp. The next thing I know I'm flat on the ground with my face in the dirt and I cant get up. I turn my head and see HIS shoes coming closer to me. I know it was a dream but this nightmare haunted me scene the moment it happened. He grabbed my arm and flipped me over and pulled my t-shirt over my head. He then ripped my shorts from my legs and I thought I know what was coming for me next but I had been wrong that night but I new now that I would have taken that over what had really happened. He than pulled out a knife from his belt and started. From my ankles to the top of my thighs, from the top band of my underwear to the bottom of my bra, and all over the right side of my face, he made deep cuts in X's on my front and back. I cried and screamed for him to stop and for someone to help me but we were fare away from anything so I know no one would hear my cries for help. When he finished marking me, he left without a word.

I was startled out of my nightmare by the ring of the doorbell. My older brother walked in and came into the living room. He must have seen the tracks on my face from the tears I shed in my dream and he came over to me immediately after he saw them.

He warped his arm lightly over my shoulder and held me until the tears were gone. So sue me. This just happened 3 months ago and they still haven't caught the horrid man that did it to me.

"Sook, I think it would be good if you come with me to Merlotte's tonight." stated my brother. I looked at him horrified and whispered, "But its night time you know I'm to afraid to go out at night and besides that's when all of the vamps will be outside. What if he comes looking for me again? What if another one finds me? What would I do-" I was cut off my my brother covering my mouth with his hand.

"You know me and Sam would never let anything happen to you ever again and plus you have your 'body guard'."

I finally consented after my brother agreed to clean the bathrooms for a whole year. I went up to my room and got in the shower. I get out and carefully dry off. I part my hair just by feel because after I got home from the hospital I made Jason take every reflective surface out of the house. You see after the vamps had been out of the coffin for about two years, Merlotte's got its first vampire visitor. The next night I was walking from my car back to my house when I heard something, or more precisely, someone walking closer to me. I didn't see who hit me but then I saw a man walking closer to me and than my dream happened. The next morning my grand mother came out of the house we shared and found me one the drive with my clothing gone with all of the cuts on me. The strangest part, or so they tell me, because I cant remember it, was the fact that I was on a blanket. When I woke up in the hospital I told the police what I could remember. They said that a vamp police came up from New Orleans and they confirmed that it was a vamp, with great self controlled, that did this to me. Two days after I came home from the hospital, I was sent a letter from high ranking vamp that said she was setting up a body guard for me at night. She said that in her human life she when through a trauma similar to mine and that she knew what I was going through and she was sorry that anyone in her state would do such a thing to a human. She also said that my 'body guard' was one of the 5 oldest vampires in all of the world and that he would keep my vary safe. He was to not be seen or heard from unless it was 100% necessity that he was seen or heard.

At this point I was climbing out of my brothers truck in the parking lot in front of the bar that I used to work at. My brother came up next to me and put his arm around me. Even with all of the open cuts healed I was very self aware of the scars all over my body. With the cuts on my torso and thighs being the deepest, I had scaring all up and down the right side of my face. If I have not mentioned this yet, I am telepathic. As I walk into the bar thoughts came flying at me from all angles.

I feel so sorry for the Stackhouse girl. She was so cute, but now no one man will ever hold any liking for her.

God, I would love to tap that but look at her face.

Good for Sookie. She is so brave for doing this. Jason told me she wouldn't leave the house at night, and look at her now she is coming into the bar and everything. I still think she looks as pretty as she did before all of that bad stuff happened to her. That was Hoyt, my brothers best friend, and it made me a little bit more confident after hearing his thoughts.

My brother guided me to a table on the the wall to the left of the door and sat me on the side of the booth were the scared side of my face was facing the window. Arlene comes to take our orders and she dose not even look at me. We had worked together for 3 years and she didn't have the decency to look at me anymore.

I know that she has not met Eric yet but if you all let me know what you think of it so far I might continue to write this story. Please please please let me know what you think with a review because I love to know what everyone thinks of my first chapter. Thanks for your input!

~morningglory11