I do not own any True Blood characters. I only borrow them briefly for a little fun and send them right back. I have recently rediscovered one of my true loves and decided to throw it into a new story. I hope that you enjoy it and please review! It would mean a lot to me.

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Cassandra Sanders sat in her car, pulled over nearly far enough not to be seen from the two lane road, as she munched on the sandwich from the deli down the street. It was getting dark slowly, and she glanced over at the cemetery that she was parked in front it. She had talked to a few residents of the very small Bon Temps, Louisiana as well as researched it on the internet, and it was rumoured to have a lot of spirit activity. She crumpled the sandwich wrap and put it into to the bag, and gathered her stuff and put it into her small backpack. Cassandra got out of her old Toyota SUV and ran a hand through her now messy brown curls, and looked over her clothes. It had been hot that day-still was-and it tended to wreck her appearance. She didn't see it, but she was pretty in a very striking way. She had creamy pale skin that complimented her chocolate brown hair that currently had small honey highlights throughout, and eyes that were bright green like a lush lawn. Her lips were naturally a faint red and full, and she often wore gloss that made them more prominent. Cassandra got more attention that she realized, but she tended to be off in her own world a lot of the time. She spent hours working for her paranormal investigation group and also worked at a small café on the outskirts of Shreveport, where she lived. It paid the rent on the small house that she rented as well as the bills. Cassandra tossed her backpack over her shoulder and closed the door to her car, deciding to go in and wander as she waited for the group to join her. She was always first and usually the most anxious of them all. She felt eyes on her as she pulled back her shoulder length hair, and looked around carefully before walking any further. There was always a fear of vandals or curious people to worry about, since you never knew what someone might want to do. She saw nothing and heard nothing, but she made sure the knife that she carried was in the backpack. Cassandra walked through the wrought iron gate into the cemetery and looked around. It was spread out and taken care of well enough to be pretty, but not in a well manicured sort of way. She had a handful of recorders to set out for EVP, as well as some K II meters. She grabbed the paper she had taken notes on and shone her flashlight on it as she leaned against the tree, deciding what graves to look for. Cassandra then set out to find them, and dropped equipment on them to start recording right away. She glanced at her watch to see that it was past nine, and shook her head as she looked around.

Cassandra found her way slowly to an older section, and found graves from the Civil War. She loved the older graves and found them to be the most fascinating. She had found more activity at them as well. She dropped a meter and a recorder at them and looked over to see fresh flowers at one. She walked over and looked curiously at it. William Compton. The flowers were fresh red roses, and she frowned. Graves this old did not often have flowers on them, and if they did, it was smaller ones that all of them had from volunteers to honour veterans. It was not that weekend though. She felt eyes on her again, burning through herm, and she shivered slightly. She started to look around when someone jumped behind her out of nowhere. She jumped and yelped, turning around to glare at her best friend Matt Adams as he laughed at her. "Scare you, ghost hunter?"

"Shit, Matt. No ghost is as childish as you are." Cassandra told him, her eyes narrowed at him. They had formed the group together a few years ago, and they were very close friends. They had spent hours up late at their homes going over equipment and talking over ideas. That time had lessened recently, and she felt the sting. "No Laura tonight?"

"No. Not tonight." Matt replied, his green eyes darkening as well as his voice. He looked at Cass for a moment before gazing around the dark cemetery. "So you set up around here?"

"Yeah." Cassandra replied, trying not to look at him. He was a few feet taller than her 5'6" frame, and she always told him that he looked like the guy from The Notebook. She had forced him to watch the chick flick, and caught him enjoying it even as he complained. She had missed their time together, but Laura had come into his life. "Meters and recorders are in the graves that I read about and we just need the rest of the group."

"They were out eating. They should be here soon." Matt told her, and she nodded as she leaned against a tree. He looked at her and moved closer, and she looked at him as he slid his arms around her lower waist. "What are you doing?"

"I keep wasting all of this time back and forth with her, yet you are right here." Matt told her, his eyes looking at her with restless eyes. They had both had a crush on the other from time to time, but it had never progressed beyond flirting. Now he seemed as though he wanted to change that.

"Someone is watching us." Cassandra told him, feeling the gaze on her again.

"Good. We will find something tonight." Matt told her, lowering his lips to hers as she gasped. His lips found hers open and waiting, and she felt his hands slide over the bare skin of her waist. He took advantage of the moment and deepened the kiss, and she felt him press her into the tree. Her heart pounded in her chest and she tried to push him away, and they both heard voices as people entered the cemetery. Matt pulled away from her and she glared at him as they pretended to have just been talking.

"Hey, guys." John greeted them, running a hand through his messy black hair. "This place seems alright. Nice find, Cass."

"We shall see." Cassandra said, smiling at him. Lisa and Sierra stood beside him, and they hugged each other hello and planned on how to do the investigation. Matt and James headed to one area to do EVP work and the girls stayed in the older section and did the same. Sierra handled the cameras as Cassandra led the EVP session, while Lisa helped her with questions and watched the meter for responses. Cassandra felt the feeling of eyes on her again as she spoke soothingly and confidently, and looked around them slowly. She had not had such a strong feeling in a long time, and she bit her lip as she looked at the meter. Lisa was playing with her silky blond hair and she glanced at Cassandra.

"You OK, Cass?"

"Yeah, just that creepy being watched feeling, Do you sense it?" Cassandra replied, and looked at the blonde and the other brunette taking pictures.

"Not any more than normal. This place feels like it has something, and the meter has been active." Lisa replied, and shrugged. "I don't really feel like we are being watched."

"It's probably Matt just screwing with me again." Cassandra muttered, and narrowed her eyes.

"What else did he do?" Sierra asked curiously, and Cassandra shrugged.

"Scared me earlier. It was just what he normally does."

"I see his flavor of the month is not around tonight." Sierra noted, and Cassandra looked up to see her hazel eyes focused on her.

"You know how they are." Lisa giggled, and shook her head. "He is such a player. I am surprised that he has never tried to get any of us into bed. Especially you, Cass! You spend so much time with him."

"We're just friends." Cassandra said, though she thought her voice sounded weak.

"Is that how you want it to be?" Sierra asked, and Cassandra looked up at her with wide eyes. They heard the guys calling them, and Cassandra and Lisa jumped up and the three hurried over to them. They showed them a photo of a glowing ball of light that they had taken and relayed the story about the noise that followed right after. Matt played the EVP of it, and Cassandra listened closely as she avoided his eyes. It was very metallic sounding and she glanced around to see only trees and headstones. Everyone started trying to debunk the evidence as they always did, and examined the grave for anything that could have reflected the flash as well as something that could have made the noise. Cassandra looked around the cemetery slowly, and her eyes paused as she saw a flash of something pale disappearing into the trees at the edge. She frowned and walled towards it, hearing her friends call to her. "Where are you going?" Matt asked her, coming up beside her.

"I thought I saw something." Cassandra told him, not looking at him. She continued to walk and he kept up with her, and she went right into the trees as she looked around.

"What was it?" Matt asked, and she frowned as she saw nothing.

"Looked like someone came in here. I wonder what it was." Cassandra said, frustration in her voice.

"Probably some small towner watching the freaks at the cemetery. We have certainly run into the before." Matt said, and she could not help but to laugh. They had a lot of times. "I am sure the one cop in this town will be here to send us home soon too."

"No doubt." Cassandra agreed, sneaking a glance at him as they walked back into the cemetery. They saw someone talking to their friends and as they got closer, it was plain to see that it was indeed a cop. "Fuck me." Cassandra muttered, and rolled her eyes. Matt walked up with a business card in hand, speaking to him as he shook his hand and handed him the card. Matt always handled the cops and explained the group well and made it sound so legitimate. Cassandra bit her lip and watched him, knowing that he did it the best. The cop looked skeptically at the group of friends, and then back at Matt. He suggested they leave for the night, and looked at them one more time before walking out.

"So this bum fuck town has a few more than one cop. I am thinking they will be back tonight." Matt said when they were alone, and they looked at each other. "Drinks at the bar up the road while we discuss this place?" Sierra was the youngest, having turned twenty one a few months ago, while the others were all twenty four. They all agreed and walked to their cars, and Cassandra got right in without looking at Matt. She started the engine and turned up the song, thinking about the kiss. He had crossed a line that night and she was mad at him. They were so good at being friends and he had pushed that limit now, and she bit her lip again. The other cars pulled out and she followed, singing along to the song on her Ipod. Matt pulled in just before her, and she parked beside him and got out. The others had beat them and she looked up as he yanked his phone out of his pocket with an irritated look on his face. "Shit. I have to bail."

"You suggested this." Cassandra told him, and he typed something quickly.

"Something came up." Matt said shortly, and she rolled her eyes.

"Good thing this ended tonight when it did, isn't it?" Cassandra asked, glaring at him and walking away. She walked into the bar and joined her friends at a table, smiling ruefully as she said that Matt had to leave the girls chuckled, knowing him and his weakness for his many girls. A perky blonde waitress took their order with a big smile and a southern drawl, and they talked about the cemetery. They were there for just over an hour and Cassandra yawned as she got into her car. She pulled onto the empty and dark road, thinking about Matt as she turned up the radio again. She was staring ahead and too distracted to see the pristine red corvette approaching her from the back, and did not feel the blue eyes taking in every detail of her car.

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Really short but a beginning. Is this interesting to anybody? Let me know!