Disclaimer: I do NOT own True Blood. I only own Evie and any other character that you don't recognize.
Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is my first shot at a True Blood fic. It's an idea I've had for awhile now so I decided to finally get it out there. Since I'm a fairly new writer, I would really appreciate it if you guys would review after you read, just so I know how I'm doing. Thanks!
Prologue
I saw it before it happened, but I knew the vision didn't come soon enough. There was no way I would've been able to get there in time and I had no way to get a hold of anybody to warn them of the horror that was about to take place. The only thing I could do was buy a plane ticket and pray that I wouldn't be turned away because of my past actions.
But none of that mattered now.
The only thing that mattered was that she was dead, and the gut-wrenching guilt was so overwhelming, that it nearly brought me to my knees. She was one of the only people on this earth who loved me unconditionally. No matter what I did, or what I said, she was always there with a knowing smile and a warm piece of pie. Now, I realize how much I took her for granted while I was too busy wallowing in my own self pity to care.
My surroundings became unfocused as my eyes burned with unshed tears. Then, one by one, they began to fall, leaving fiery trails on my pale cheeks. Before I knew it, I was sobbing in the middle of a crowded airport terminal. I was early for my flight, which turned out to be a very dangerous thing since it gave me unwanted alone time with my memories. For the past several years, I made it a point not to dwell on the past. I had convinced myself that I wasn't who I used to be and that I would never be that person again. I was better than that now. Years ago, I severed all ties with my old life, including the people in it. I was afraid that if I stayed connected to them, I would somehow become that horrible person again. My fear had kept me away from the people I loved and now I was paying for it in the worst way.
After my flight was called for boarding, it took me several failed attempts before I was able to pull myself together and walk towards the correct gate. Once I was settled on the plane, I was left to deal with the years worth of regret that had formed into a painful knot in the pit of my stomach.
What's the worst thing about a loved one dying? All of the missed opportunities to tell that person all that you needed to tell them. There were so many things that I wanted to say to Gran, and now I would never get the chance. Most of all, I wanted to thank her for everything that she had ever done for me. After my parents… she took me in and took care of me, no questions asked, even though she already had two teenagers to take care of. And what did I do to thank her?
I ran away.
And got married.
God, my life was such a mess back then.
I shook my head to stop the memories from flooding my brain and instead focused on the view outside of the window.
Nothing special. Only clouds.
I decided to focus on something else to overpower the pain. Anger took its place.
Gran didn't die naturally or peacefully. She was murdered. She was viciously slaughtered in her own kitchen. By who? I don't know, I couldn't make out a face. What I did know, however, was that I was going to find whoever did this and when I did, he or she was going to wish for death. I was so lost in my thoughts of revenge that I didn't even notice that the flight was near its end until a flight attendant came by and sternly instructed me to buckle my seatbelt. After landing and a frustrating battle at baggage claim, I rented a car and I was on my way to Bon Temps, Louisiana in no time. My heart pounding wildly in my chest the whole time.
The drive was fairly uneventful, just a long stretch of monotonous highway. I was tempted, more than once, to turn the car around and head straight back to Dallas, but I owed it to Gran to find justice. This thought alone is what kept me going as I grew closer to the small town with each passing minute. As I continued on my journey, my thoughts drifted to the other important person I left behind when I ran away from my life. I didn't know if she would be happy to see me or not, but I would find out soon enough.
It was late afternoon when the 'Welcome to Bon Temps' sign came into my line of sight. I felt my stomach give a small lurch and I took a deep breath in order to control my nerves.
The town hadn't changed much at all. In fact, everything pretty much looked the same. It was as if the entire town was put on pause when I left, just waiting for my return. Obviously, I knew this wasn't true in the slightest. As I drove on, I eventually passed by Merlotte's, a bar/restaurant that had opened right before I left. I was happy to see that it was doing quite well for itself.
It wasn't long before I reached the familiar stretch of road that led to Gran's place, a wave of nausea hitting me as I made the sharp turn. I pushed it down as I approached the front porch, taking note of the two unfamiliar cars parked in the yard. I quickly parked, killed the engine and took three steadying breaths before getting out of the car and climbing the few steps leading to the porch. I reached the door and rang the doorbell. I only had to wait a few seconds before I heard someone turning the lock. As the door swung open, the person standing on the other side of the screen was not the person I expected, but I wasn't entirely surprised to see him either. He's silent for a moment before he roughly opens the screen door. I jumped back slightly, narrowly missing the door as it flew passed my face. Just as I'm about to open my mouth to speak, he interrupts me.
"What the fuck is you doin' here?"
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