Disclaimer - I do not own any characters used in the making of this stories, they belong to the rightful owner of the SVM series Charlene Harris.


SOOKIE:

The knock on the door awakened me from my deep slumber. "Honey, it's time to wake up." I heard my mother's voice through the closed door.

My head automatically snapped to the clock on my bedside table, the number eleven glaring back at me. Dear lord how did I sleep for so long I wondered before trying to sit up, only to be pulled back against the mattress by a tired Eric, nonsensical ramblings falling from his lips as he slept.

I suddenly remembered why it was that I slept so well and until this late in the day – because of my wonderful boyfriend who decided it was a good idea to throw rocks at my window late at night simply because he missed me, even though we had decided earlier that day that he wasn't going to be coming over. A smile formed on my face as I remembered the night before. I ran my hand through his silky blonde mane, as he tightened his grip around my waist, my smile widening ever further.

"Honey?" My mother said again softly.

"Oh shit!" I whispered in panic, before slapping Eric on his bare and muscular back, causing him to groan. "Eric!" I hissed. "You need to hide. NOW!" I commanded in a tone low enough that my mother wouldn't hear me. Eric groaned and shifted in bed, barley moving an inch. Damn it, he just had to be a deep sleeper. "Eric!" I hissed again and started to push him towards the edge of the bed my hands and feet, scrapping together all the energy I could muster.

Panic filled me as I heard the door handle slowly start to turn and I slapped Eric once again, this time with a lot more force than I had originally intended, as he instantly jerked up from the bed glaring at me, his annoyed gaze meeting my panicked ones and only then did he realise what was going on.

After this I should probably give him a medal, because I don't think I have ever seen him move as fast as he did in that moment.

In one swift motion he moved to silently slip under the bed. I thanked the gods that if he wasn't as fit and agile as he is, he would've landed with a resounding thud on the floor.

Actually, I silently thanked his muscles every time I see him without a shirt.

A pleasant shiver ran through my body from the though before the door finally opened, as I lay down and closed my eyes quickly to give the illusion of sleep.

"Honey, it's time to wake up" my mother told me once again and I shifted slightly in bed before slowly opening my eyes to the day, before peering up under my lashes to meet my mother's cerulean gaze, just like that of my own, as she gave me a warm smile. "Good morning."

"Morning mom" I answered, faking a yawn for emphasis.

"Come on downstairs for breakfast, your father and I need to talk to you." My mother told me and I immediately wondered I oh god, what the hell have I done now?

"Um, okay… I'll be down in a minute" my hesitance colouring my tone.

My mother nodded and started to close the door, before peering round once more, her voice showing her amusement "oh, and bring Eric." I could hear her laughter echo down the hallway as she walked away.

My eyes immediately widened as Eric crawled out from under the bed, giving me his roguish smile before lying down on the bed beside me. My gaze drifted from the door before settling down to face the boy beside me. "This is your fault." I accused as my tiny fist collided with his muscular chest, a small giggle escaping my mouth. How embarrassing. "You should've been faster" I stubbornly complained, trying in vain to control my laughter.

"Come on, it's not that bad" he grinned, before our lips connected in a soft kiss, too irritated to respond before he slowly pulled away. "They love me and that's when they already know that I've deflowered you" he chuckled as my cheeks turned a startling shade of crimson from his words.

He just had to bring it up…

My mother kind of found an empty condom wrapper under my bed once, god that was the most embarrassing moment in my entire life.

She wasn't as mad as I suspected though. She was relieved that we were smart enough to wear protection and since Eric and I had been together for one year when it happened, she figured it was going to happen sooner or later.

My father however was not as calm. He was downright pissed. My mother had to calm him down so that he wouldn't go and look for his shotgun to hunt Eric down with. It was quite tense between my father and Eric at first when he would come over to the house, but the tension soon eased.

Eric is right though, my parents really do love him. Go figure.

Something about seeing in Eric's eyes just how much he loves me and how he acts around me.

I wonder how they would react if they knew we slept together in my bed the first time we met…

He was the most popular boy in school, you see he's a football player, or rather the football player at our school – quarterback. He never had a girlfriend before me, even though the girls used to throw themselves at him regularly, even after we got together. Apparently they didn't think we would last, most of them stopped however when Eric climbed up onto the table in the cafeteria and declared his love for me and told the girls to stop – we had a fight earlier that day because a slut had kissed him unexpectedly and I saw them – and those who didn't stop then, stopped when I accidently broke the girl's nose.

Well, maybe not accidently…she also had to have an operation to fix her nose. Oops…

Oh well…she probably would have operated on it anyway, at least now she had a reason to convince her parents to do it sooner.

I however was… a nobody; I guess you could call it that. I had never had a boyfriend before Eric. I didn't like attention, so I preferred to stay in the background, it didn't mean that I was shy or anything, I just don't like all the drama that tends to follow when you're a somebody.

One day in junior year, my friend Amelia decided that she wanted to drag me to a party she was invited to. I usually don't like parties; I hate to get drunk, because I hate to feel sick, which you tend to do when you drink too much and I don't like to dance with random guys because I hate it when they start grinding on you.

Even so, I actually agreed. I don't know why, I just felt like I should go for once.

Amelia dolled me up, literally forced me to wear a navy halter neck dress that hugged my curves. It was a gorgeous dress, so she didn't have to try and persuade me for long, but when she wanted to do my hair – that however took a while.

You see…Amelia is clumsy. So to curl my hair is almost suicide. She's bound to at least burn me, which she did.

Then she did my makeup and when I finally looked into the mirror – I couldn't help but smile brightly at my reflection. The dress looked perfect against my tan skin and it clung to my body in all the right places. My golden coloured hair framed my heart shaped face and the sultry style makeup made it impossible to not look into my doe like eyes.

It was in a word, perfect.

The party was just as I predicted. Overwhelming. I took a few drinks – just enough to make me feel buzzed but not sick – and I danced on the dancefloor for a while until a drunk guy suddenly grabbed my arm, I snatched it away and when he didn't get the drift, I decided to walk away.

I ended up in a dark room and didn't bother to flick the light switch, but sat down on the floor instead and sighed in relief as all the noise dissipated. You know the girl that always screams when watching a horror movie and hides behind a pillow or someone else's body? Well that's me. I wasn't scared in the dark right then, but when I heard a groan from somewhere in the room I immediately stiffened and when I felt something move against the side of my body and felt , I guess you could say a spark from the contact – I immediately screamed before jamming my elbow to the side of my would be attacker. For some reason I suspected it to be a ghost, monster or something so when I heard someone curse – I was surprised and stood up from my position on the floor before flicking the light on.

There lying on the floor was none other than the schools most popular guy – Eric Northman. "What the hell!" He groaned as he tried to stand up but still seemingly a little drunk, sat back down on the floor when he realised that he couldn't stand up on his own.

"I'm so sorry" my apology tumbling out of my mouth as I went and crouched down beside him. "Are you okay? Should I get you some water?"

His gorgeous steel blue eyes that somehow remind me of the ocean met my cobalt ones for the first time. I've seen him around school of course but we've never spoken nor looked at each other at the same time. This was the first and I couldn't help but swallow down the lump that for some reason decided to form in my throat as I watched him.

What is this strange feeling that suddenly formed deep inside of me? I thought for myself.

His face was blank for a long moment before suddenly a smile formed on his flawless face. He sure is gorgeous, I understand now why girls like to throw themselves at him because even I somehow got the urge to do it. "You're Sookie right?" He asked as he pointed his finger towards me – not at all polite but hey, he's drunk – and my eyes widened upon hearing his words. I did not see that one coming, he knows my name? "Yeah, you're that cute girl Sookie right? You look different today but I'm right aren't I?" He smiled proudly, clearly happy that he remembered that much through his alcohol induced haze. My cheeks blushed an embarrassing shade of pink, as I nodded my head hesitantly. Eric's body relaxed as he slumped back down on the floor, laying his head down as he looked up at me, his gaze soft as they peered into mine. "You're beautiful you know that?"

"Um…" I blushed once again, which only caused his grin to widen.

"Adorable" He breathed out, his tone barely above a whisper.

Oh dear god, my cheeks must look like a damn tomato.

"Um… you want some water? Or maybe I could go and get someone for you?" I asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable before moving to standing up. "Actually, I'm going to go and bring you some water. I'll be right back"

When I came back carrying a dixie cup filled with water, Eric was still lying in the same spot, as I closed the door before crouching down beside him once again. "Eric" I spoke softly. "I brought some water for you."

His eyes opened slowly and a sparkle was seen in his glacier gaze when his eyes found mine. He then eyed the glass of water before moving his body to a sitting position. As he took the water from my grip our hands touched, causing a tingle once again to spread through my body. Both of our forms froze from the contact, before a Cheshire like grin spread across his face, before gulping down the water quickly, as I sat and waited for him to finish.

"Here" He said and patted the spot beside him before putting the empty cup of water next to him on the floor. I eyed the spot hesitantly, unable to move from my current position. Eric's smile widened if that were even possible, before he gripped my wrist and dragged me down to sit beside him. "So, Sookie right? Sookie what?" He asked with the most adorable look I've ever seen.

I shifted to a more comfortable position. "Sookie Stackhouse" I answered with a smile of my own as I turned to face him.

"Eric Northman" Grinning boyishly, his eyes sparkled as they stared into mine with some kind of undiscernible emotion.

And that was the start for us.

The first time we talked was in the laundry room and boy, did we talk for a long time. Amelia had texted me saying she's going home with Tray – the guy she's seeing – and asked me if they should drop me off at home, I turned down her offer however because I enjoyed spending time with Eric way too much for it to end so early.

Since I didn't have a ride home, Eric insisted on walking me home when the time came for me to leave and I couldn't help but feel giddy at his suggestion. The minute we exited the house, he took of his black leather jacket, before placing it over my bare shoulders. I almost felt loved by this small act of chivalry, as it made my heart flutter in my chest.

As we walked down the road towards my house, we continued on talking about anything and everything, our hands brushing against one another as we walked. Not one moment with Eric felt awkward or uncomfortable anymore. Our conversations flowed effortlessly; it felt like we'd been friends forever, rather than meeting only an hour ago.

After a few more minutes of walking in comfortable silence, Eric suddenly stopped and stared down at our hands. I felt like the touch of our hands as they brushed against one another as we walked was comforting, because I knew we couldn't hold hands seeing as we had only just met, so at least for now this was good enough for me. "It hurts" He stated with an unreadable expression crossing his face, causing my body to stiffen. Damn it, I blew it. I thought to myself, even though all I wanted was to have some kind of contact with him. Because you've got a crush on him now.

Oh god, I can't have a crush on him, that's just weird seeing as we have just met and he definitely doesn't feel the same way as I do for him. He's the Eric Northman and I'm just...well…me.

Eric surprised me however as he took my hand into his and interlaced his fingers with mine before he started to walk again, dragging a gaping me along with him. "There, much better" he said as the corners of his lips quirked up into what I could only guess as a self-satisfied smirk.

It won't last you naïve little girl... it's just like Cinderella, it'll end at midnight.

I ignored the little voice inside my head as we continued on walking towards my house. It might end at midnight, but I'll remember this for days to come.

When we were just a block away, a clap of thunder sounded out through the darkness, before heavy sheets of rain started to pour down upon us. I immediately squealed, gripping Eric's hand tighter and started to make a break for home. I dragged him up on to my porch and unlocked the door, stepping inside with Eric following close behind me.

The door closed behind us and I suddenly started to feel uncomfortable, after realising that I was alone with a gorgeous guy I think I might be falling for. "Um… my parents are away" I said shyly, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them. I wanted to hit myself at the moment, how could I say something so completely and utterly stupid!

It just sounded like you're suggesting something... stupid girl you have no filter.

All Eric said was "Oh..." and I started to feel even more uncomfortable. I really need to learn to think before I say something.

The torrential downpour batted the exterior of the house, as the thunder grew louder "Do you want to stay?"

Really? What did we just talk about?

Eric's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, before an amused smirk settled upon his face. "Are you afraid of the thunder?" He tilted his head waiting for my answer, his expression showing his amusement.

I threw my head back and laughed. "No" I stated simply once I had gathered my frazzled emotions, no longer feeling uncomfortable. "I just thought you might not want to walk home in this weather."

It was true; it would be cruel to send him home in a storm like this after taking the trouble to walk me safely back home.

"Oh…" He said almost disappointed. "Are you okay with me… um… sleeping here? We've just met after all" as he shifted uncomfortably, unsure as to what else he could do.

"I don't see it that way. It feels like I've known you forever" I couldn't help but smile.

A grin quickly spread across his face upon hearing my words. "I know how you feel."

His hand tightened around mine as we started to make the ascent up the stairs, but not before thinking to myself, what the hell am I doing? I'm dragging a boy I've never met before today towards my bedroom, what the hell am I thinking! Is this a sane thing to do? It sure doesn't feel like it, especially when it comes to this boy. I feel free, like I'm supposed to go with the flow, but what if he wants to do something more? Should I go with the flow then to?

My mind going into overdrive.

When we arrived at my room, I made my way towards my closet, pulling out any oversize t-shirts that I thought would be big enough to fit him and the muscles that's hiding underneath his currently very wet and dark grey t-shirt. "Here, I think this will fit." I told him as I handed him the shirt.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the t-shirt he currently held in his hand. "Is this an old boyfriend's?" He asked, disgust clear in his tone.

"No, it's mine" I told him slightly confused as to why he was so angry all of a sudden, as he tilted his head back and let out a sigh of relief as my words finally registered in his head, before unlocking our hands, pulling at the hem of shirt, causing me to abruptly turn away in embarrassment.

Smooth move, you just proved to him that you've never seen a guy's torso before...

"I… um… am going to change too" the words rushing out as I hurried towards my bed , grabbing my pyjama before walking into the adjoining bathroom. Oh god, what am I doing? I wondered as I placed my hands over my burning cheeks.

After gathering myself; I finally slipped into my pyjamas, washed my face, throwing my hair up in a loose bun and exited the bathroom. As I walked out, I was greeted with the sight of Eric in only his boxers and my superman t-shirt looking at photos on my wall that consists of Amelia, I and my family.

He must have heard me or felt my presence because he suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned around to face me – his eyes went wide, as I watched Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

I suddenly wished my pyjamas consisted of something more than just black silk shorts and a black silk camisole...

"Um… we… um… don't have a guest room" I informed him nervously.

"It's okay, I can sleep on the couch"

"No it's okay." I said quickly before biting my lower lip in annoyance to myself. Why did I just say that?!

Really girl, buy a damn filter for your mouth!

"What?" Eric breathed out in shock.

"It's okay; we can sleep in the same bed." I told him as I started to make my way towards the bed. "I seriously think you're way too tall to sleep on the couch" I actually chuckled as the image popped into my head. Eric didn't move from his spot, only looking at me hesitantly from my position beside the bed. "Seriously, it's okay. We'll just sleep. Right?" I questioned, wanting the reassurance.

"Of course" He said without hesitation and moved towards the other side of the bed. A smile formed on my face at his words and I removed the comforter before climbing in. Eric soon joined me.

Then silence.

Our bodies lay besides one another.

Straight.

Not moving.

Completely awkward.

All I could think about was the urge to lie in his arms. The urge was too strong for me to contain, so I decided to be bold and took the plunge. I moved closer towards his stiff body and laid my arms around him as my head rested on his defined chest that was unfortunately covered up. Thanks to me I might add...

"Is this okay?" I asked shyly , my voice quiet so as to not break the peace that had descended upon us.

"More than okay" I heard him say before placing a soft kiss atop of my head, causing the corners of my lips to twitch in happiness, tilting my head to look into his eyes.

Something clicked as our eyes met and all of a sudden, the atmosphere changed, there was an electricity in the air as his head moved ever closer towards mine. Our lips connected and I swear I felt a shock from the contact. It seemed like we've done this before, my lips seemed to recognize his as they moved together in synchronisation. His arms moved to encircle my waist and my hands found purchase in his silk-like hair. I felt his teeth biting my lower lip, I carefully parted my lips to grant him access.

We were both breathing hard when we pulled away gasping for air, our mouths forming into a pair of matching grins. "You know… I've seen you around school before" He informed me suddenly.

I rested my head back down on his chest. "Yeah?"

I felt him nodding his head from my position on his chest. "I wanted to talk to you the moment I started this school earlier this year but you never seem to acknowledge me and... I guess I got shy."

I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. He wanted to talk to me? Me?

"Hey…" He spoke softly again. "Do you want to go on a date with me next Friday?"

"Really?" I asked happily, my mouth forming into a smile as I tilted my head to look up at him.

Eric nodded.

"I would love to" I answered and gave him a quick kiss before lying down my head once again against his chest, before slowly drifting off into dreamland.

So yeah… we slept together the first time we met, as in actually sleep. It's not my fault if you have a dirty mind. We didn't have sex the first time we met but it didn't take long until we finally gave ourselves to one another. We had that instant connection, a soulmate-like-connection if you believe in that stuff.

We were each other's first everything.

And now we've been together for a year and a half. We'll soon graduate high school and we've been accepted into the same university.

Life's not so bad.

"Get your fat as off my bed" I smacked his ass and wiggled out of his hold. "Fine, they might not get super mad but they might ground me."

"They won't ground you" Eric told me reassuringly, not before rolling his eyes at me for the suggestion. He stood up from the bed and snaked his arms around my waist.

"Yeah? Because they just found out I had a boy in my bed overnight and I didn't inform them about it. Usually we ask them for permission, unless you decide to sneak into my room through the window which for some reason is often, but they've never caught us before."

"Actually, that's not true" He admitted, smiling sheepishly at me.

My eyes widened. "What?"

"Last time when I went to take a piss during the night I met your dad in the hallway"

"You what?!" I screeched.

"I think they know I stay over most nights nowadays, he didn't seem so surprised when he saw me."

Embarrassed. That's how I'm feeling right now.

My fist collided with his arm. "You're an idiot!" I yelled as I punched him repeatedly. "Why the hell did you need to go to the bathroom? Idiot!"

"God, Sook!" He complained, gripping my wrist to block my next punch. "For a tiny girl, you're strong" He murmured. "You know, I don't think they mind. We've been together for one and a half years now, we're practically married"

I glared at him in annoyance.

"They won't be mad unless I get you pregnant"

"You're such a moron!" I started to punch him once again, Eric smiling roguishly at me.

"Sook, Eric!" My mother interrupting my never-ending assault on Eric's arm, as she shouted from her spot downstairs.

I glared at Eric once more before changing into a pair of black yoga pants and a t-shirt, handing Eric a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt he once left here once I was done. Actually, I think a third of the clothes I have in my closet are his.

When we arrived downstairs my mother and father were waiting for us at the kitchen table with breakfast ready. My parents eyes met mine and I couldn't help but smile sheepishly before greeting them "God morning, my wonderful parents."

"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Stackhouse" Eric smiled sheepishly too, sounding contrite as he greeted them.

"You know Eric, we do have a door you can enter. You don't have to take the window every time you want to see my daughter." My father said harshly and I bit my lower lip anxiously before we sat down at the table.

"Of course sir" Eric said and was ready to do a salute but luckily, I stopped him before he could pull it off. "Next time I'll definitely take the door. It has seriously hurt my back to jump down from the second story widow every morning for the past three months."

Oh dear god.

My foot connected with his shin causing Eric to hiss in pain before glaring at me. Why should I be sorry, I should be the one glaring at him!

My mother laugh softly at the exchange, my father however had a stern look plastered on his face before giving in and laughing also.

At least they're not mad. Like I said, they like Eric.

"There's something your father and I need to do today. It will take all day so I'm hoping you can take care of your own dinner later?" My mother spoke as she took away the dishes after we had eaten.

"I can eat with Amelia before the movie." I told them. "Where are you going?"

They gazed at each other hesitantly as if they were hiding something from me before finally looking into my eyes. "We need to go and visit your grandmother" My mother said bluntly.

My eyes widened. "Grandmother?" I questioned confused. My dad's mother is dead and my mother's… well I've never met her nor heard of her. "Yes, my mother. She's sick and she has summoned us to meet her. We won't be home before later this evening." My mother clarified.

Summoned?

What is she, the president?

"Yeah sure, whatever. I'm going to be fine."


"Hey, walk slowly!" I told Amelia as she took our popcorn and started to walk away from the counter.

"I'm not as clumsy as you claim me to be!" She complained as I paid for our drinks and popcorn. A second later I heard a squeal which I know for a fact belongs to my best friend. I quickly turned around and saw one of her arms out while the other squeezed the popcorn, standing on one leg, the other she held in the air, her body stiff. She turned around slowly to face me with a triumphant grin. "See, I'm not so clumsy" She said proudly before taking a step forwards and started to walk as she watched me. "If I was clumsy then I would have fallen flat on my but from that coke on the floor but I did-…umph!"

Of course she's not clumsy… seeing as she just walked into a pole and if that's not clumsy then I don't know what is.

I walked up to stand beside her, looking down from where she was lying on the floor. "Don't you dare say it" She quickly said, her eyes narrowing when she caught me looking at her with an amused smile as I struggled to contain my laughter.

"I didn't say anything" I sing-songed before helping her up and leaving the scattered popcorn on the floor. It's a shame actually; popcorn is the best part when going to the movies.

We turned around and started to make our way towards the food court again when a guy slightly older than we were stopped in front of us, his light grey eyes, dark brown hair and muscular body made for an impressive example of the male species . He held up a finger, indicating for us to wait for him since he was currently in the middle of a heated conversation on the phone.

Holly and I looked at each other confused but shrugged and waited for him to be done with the conversation.

"Yeah whatever, I'll be right there" He snapped at the person on the phone. "Here" He said and held out his popcorn towards us. "I won't be able to see the movie, so you two can take this one... don't drop it again though." He smirked before walking away, but not before giving me a wink.

Amelia and I looked at each other puzzled, before simply shrugging and turned around to make our way towards the theatre again. The room soon darkened and the movie finally started after all the annoying commercials.

When the movie ended, I drove Amelia home as we talked about the movie which sadly sucked. "I can't believe they died like that" She complained.

"I know right?" I agreed. "I mean, after watching their love story for two long hours you expect them to have a happy ending but they died at the end? That's just cruel" I said in disbelief.

"Couldn't they have just had a happy ending?" She asked as I pulled up in front of her house.

"I agree, but you know there's not always a happy ending in life either so…" I said turning to look at her.

"Well there should be!" She said firmly as she opened the door. "Whatever, I'll see you tomorrow" She smiled once again before shutting the door, making her way towards her front door.

I smiled at my friend and started to drive towards my own home. My hand reached for the volume dial, cranking it up all the way before singing along to the song.

"You'll never be ready even when you know it's going to come..."

When I arrived at home, I parked the car and got out. The house was dark so I'm guessing my parents weren't home yet. As I walked towards the front door I started to think about what I was going to do when I entered. I could call Eric and ask if he can come over, take a bubble bath probably – that would be really nice and maybe watch a movie… That doesn't suck.

I was about to insert the key in the lock, but strangely the door was already unlocked. Are my parents' home already? I wondered before entering and the minute I did, I felt something in my gut telling me that something was wrong. I ignored the feeling and made my way towards the living room, like I had to enter.

I wish I didn't.

The sight before me was so grotesque that I wanted to puke, scream, cry and collapse all at once. There on the floor lay my father in a pool of his own blood, with a hole in his head, his eyes were wide open in a state of shock, making this whole surreal situation even worse than I could possibly ever hope to comprehend. I wanted to scream, let my soul-wrenching agony out for the world to hear, to share my pain and the burden I now had to bare, but I was paralysed by fear, unable to make a sound. I looked further down the hallway to find blood trailing from where I stood leading up towards the stairs.

Oh god, my mother.

My body on autopilot as I made my way towards the stairs, however before I could make my ascent, a figure clad in black, a mask covering his face, walked out from my room and stopped at the top of the stairs.

He froze.

I froze.

He looked towards my bedroom again and another man dress head to toe in black exited. This one however didn't freeze. "Nikolai!" His voice deep and rumbling, his anger apparent.

"What the fuck Clancy" Another man exited from my parents' bedroom before his eyes settled on my still form. "Well what the fuck are you two doing, get her!"

His words shook me from my catatonic state, adrenaline kicking in as I bolted from my place at the bottom of the stairs heading towards my car, the only thing that can take me away from this waking nightmare, my own personal shadows following close behind. I could hear their footsteps against the stairs and then onto the floor in the hallway. I inserted the key into the ignition the same minute as they exited the house. One of the men stopped and positioned himself in front of the car as the others tried to open the passenger door, luckily I was able to reach over and slam the lock before he could open it. I didn't know what to do except press my foot hard against the accelerator, ramming into the man who was in front before changing and driving in reverse and out from my driveway and the house from hell.

I drove as fast as I could away from my house, from the horror that I saw there, the sorrow that I felt and the life that I once knew which now lay in tatters. The only constant that rang clear in my mind is the cold hard truth that no matter how many times I play it in my head will never change.

My parents are dead.


A/N: Thought I'd take a stab at writing something a little out of my comfort zone, I usually do shorter chapters than this and unlike most of my other works I actually made an outline for this one, that's if I stick to it of course. Seeing as the chapters are going to be a little longer and this one took me around three days to write, I'm hoping to post a chapter at least once a week, possibly two, but let's just see how it goes. To those of you who follow me will know that I'm currently in the middle of various other stories, they will be updated at some point, but I'm having a bit of writers block on some of them and when I find the inspiration I need to continue on with them I will, so rest assured they will be updated at some point, I just don't know when.

I hope you like this and if you don't, you don't. Each to their own.

~Fenrir Vanagandr~