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Alright guys! This is my first True Blood fanfiction, so go easy on me ;D

BTW: The names of the OC's are a little ancient, so here are the pronunciations:

Kaie: KIGH-ee. She also goes by Kaite or Kai
Edgan: EE-gen. It looks like Ed-gan, but nope..us Irish folk are tricky. He also goes by E or Gen.
Bijou: BEE-jhew. He also goes by B or Bij (Bee-jh)

"No no no! Why is this happening?" I cried, frowning down at the floor. The sticky substance dripped continuously, covering the floor and seeping into every crevice with it's thick, dark consistency. The liquid covered the toes of my feet, making me gag. My hands began to shake and I heard an irritated sigh behind me.

"Kaie..you couldn't hold your plate of waffles without dropping it for five minutes?" Edgan sighed, shaking his head as he bent down to start picking up the pieces of my smashed plate of breakfast off the hotel's tile floor. I cringed again, trying not to gag.

"There's syrup between my toes." I whined, wiggling my now sticky toes. Edgan laughed, flicking a little bit of syrup at me. I sucked it up, laughing while bending down to help him clean it up. Hurried foot steps made us look up to see two worried looking hotel workers come running towards us with a mop and a bucket. The two were young men, wearing the red Hotel Carmilla uniform and looked like they were about to pee themselves.

"We're sorry Sir, Ma'me, we'll get this cleaned up for you." One of the men practically whimpered, the other bending down to squat beside me.

"Oh, no! I'm sorry, I'm the one who dropped it." I said, ignoring the worried bellhop who tried to shoo me away from the mess. Edgan laughed, patting my head with his sticky hands, making me hiss playfully at him. Edgan suddenly sniffed the air, his eyes narrowing as he starred down the hallway.

"Bijou!"

One of the bellhops jumped, turning to face a tall elderly man who looked like the hotel manager. Behind him stood two men, who were covered in soot and blood. I shrugged, ignoring their strange attire. This was a vampire hotel after all, we're gonna see some weird shit.

"Yes Mr. Series?" The bellhop, apparently named Bijou, yelped, standing to attention. The elderly man laughed nicely at the poor young boy, who wasn't much older than I.

"After you get done with this mess, could you help these two gentleman to their rooms. All you need to do is grab more towels for their rooms on your way there." Mr. Series said, patting the boy's shoulder. Bijou nodded, smiling shakily as his coworker stopped trying to shoo me away from the mess I made, choosing to go fill the bucket up with soapy water. Edgan sighed, leaning against the wall and watching, too lazy to help.

"Ma'me, please! Those shards might harm you and then you'll irritate your vampire with the smell of your blood." Bijou said softly, spraying the floor with cleaning solution. I noticed that the two men that had come with Mr. Series were standing perfectly still, just watching Bijou and I from a few feet away. I heard Edgan gag, and I started chuckling.

"Actually Bijou, this is my brother. I'm Kaie and this is Edgan. And please, let me help!" I laughed at Bijou's floored expression. His green orbs were wide in confusion, as if I just asked him to father my young.

"Yeah, she's used to cleaning. She drops stuff all the freaking time." Edgan chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. I huffed, tossing my shoulder length hair over my shoulder and flipping my middle finger towards my older brother.

"At least it's not on carpet. Syrup and carpet do not mix." I tried to joke, but I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. The two men were still watching us and the taller of the two was beginning to tap his foot against the dark tile floor in an irritated manner.

"C'mon humans.." The taller blonde growled, causing my older brother's fangs to retract.

"That's my sister..Don't talk ta' her like that.." Edgan growled, wielding his glistening canines. I sighed, standing up and wiping my sticky hands on my jeans.

"Chill out guys." I said, watching my brother and the taller blonde vampire hiss at each other.

"You guys are vampires, you got all the time in the world. Does your friend have the rest of this mess covered Bij?" I asked the trembling hotel worker, who clasped his hands together and nodded. The taller vampire was still very agitated and his smaller companion was watching us with this strange gaze.

"C'mon Bij, let's go get those towels. Edgan, I'll meet'cha back in the room. Hurry up now, it's almost day time!" I said, linking arms with the still trembling hotel worker. Edgan huffed, Bijou and I walked down the long hall towards the closet, those two vampires following close behind.

"Fine, whatever." Edgan said, shooting the two other vampires an irritated look. "Be thankful you two don't have batshit crazy sisters." He grumbled, stomping down the other way towards our room.

"W..Y-you don't have to come with me." Bijou said, and the taller vampire scoffed.

"You're my new buddy. When do you get off work?" I asked, watching as Bijou blinked owlishly before biting his lip in thought.

"I get off in about 20 minutes. Right at sunrise."

"Great, we can have breakfast together. I dropped mine on the floor you see." I said, jerking my thumb back towards where the mess was. Bijou snorted, a small smile beginning to appear on his face.

"Are you true siblings with that vampire?"

I turned around to stare at the two vampires that I hadn't given too much attention to. The taller one was blonde with very pale skin and cold ice blue eyes. His blue shirt and black jeans were covered with blood and black soot, like he'd been in a coal mine collapse. The smaller man, who was the one who asked the question, was wearing a grey sweater and grey loose fitting pants. He had short black hair and the kindest sea blue orbs that I've ever seen. His clothes were in the same disarray as his taller friend's were, whatever trouble they had gotten into must have been violent.

"Edgan? Yeah, we're real brother and sister." I said as Bijou unlocked the linen closet. "He's only been a vampire for about four years, only a few years before you guys came outta the coffin. His Maker, Papa Vito killed a vampire that was trying to kill his human friend and as a punishment he had to make a new vampire. Edgan volunteered." I said, then clammed up. I didn't know this man, why should I bore him with my life story?

"Child, where are your parents?" The dark haired vampire asked again, tilting his head to the side.

"You can call me Kaie and I'm 18, a perfectly legal adult. They're gone. Who're you?" I asked as nicely as I could, feeling sadness prick at my chest. The shorter vampire gave me a pitying glance, while the taller one growled at Bijou to hurry up. Bijou locked the door, a towering stack of towels in his arms and led us back down the hallway towards the elevator.

"I am Godric..this is my child, Eric. Tell me, why are you here?" Godric asked kindly as we all piled into the elevator. I couldn't believe that Godric, rather short and young looking, was the Maker of this beastly man who walked beside him. I shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable with all the questions. Bijou allowed the two vampires to enter the brown and cream colored elevator first, Godric and I standing side by side in the fancy machine.

"Why are you here?" I asked right back. Godric smirked, the edges of his pale lips twirking upwards.

"My home was bombed."

My playful smile dropped, and my eyes grew wide at his simple statement. He didn't seem too bothered by the knowledge that his home had been attacked and just kept on smiling..one of the saddest smiles I've ever seen. The smile seemed genuine, but his eyes were solemn. What should have been dimples were smoothed out, beautifully pale planes that were straight, his own face betraying him.

"I..wow, I'm sorry to hear that." I said, turning to him in the cramped elevator and was able to wrap my arm around him in a tight hug. It seemed like everyone in the elevator froze and stopped breathing (even if only two out of four of us needed to). I let go of Godric and I couldn't careless how 'inappropriate' my hug was. Everyone needs a freaking hug sometime!

"Don't you worry, stuff'll get better. That's what Papa Vito tells me. He's super old too, so he'd know."

"And how old is 'super old'? A few hundred years maybe?" Eric antagonized as we stepped out of the elevator. Bijou shot out of the elevator as soon as the doors open and walked as quickly as he could down the lavish hall.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I started feeling very protective over the old vampire who had been so kind to my brother and I, he practically raised us. Papa Vito has done more for us than our biological father ever has and loved us far more than he had to boot. He might have been forced to become my brother's maker, but he chose to be our father. Papa Vito has given us a roof over our heads, clothes on our backs, food and blood in our tummies. He's taught my brother the in's and out's of being a vampire and has raised me since I was 14. I was turning 19 this upcoming May, which would make almost six years of being cared for by Papa Vito. Papa Vito had lived through many horrible and many wonderful things and never hesitated to tell my brother and I stories of the past.

"My Papa is 4,000 years old. He's from the Indus Valley Civilization, also known as the Harappan Civilization." I said, shutting the blonde vampire up. I noticed that Godric's eyes widened and his eye brows shot up. He shot a glance back towards Eric, who was thankfully silent. The two began conversing, but their lips were moving so quickly that words became wind like whispers. Bijou opened up two black doors, holding them open for the two vampires.

"Your rooms. Sorry for the wait." He said rushing into the rooms to place the towels inside. Eric huffed, sending me a dark glare before stomping off into his hotel room and slamming the door shut. Bijou winced, but let out a relieved sigh. Godric reached for his door knob, but stopped and turned around.

"How long are you staying at the hotel?"

"So many questions! About a week, Papa Vito has been working on finishing renovating a new house for Edgan and I." I smiled, even though I saw the worried looks Bijou was sending my way. Godric nodded, sending me another strange look.

"Will I see you again?"

"I don't see why not." I smiled, fighting the urge to twirl a piece of my hair through my fingers. Godric's calm eyes seemed to glance through me and I suddenly felt very self conscious. I fought back the negative feelings about myself with a big smile and tried to stand up taller to fight away the spike of insecurity.

"Where are you staying?" Godric asked, tilting his head.

"At the hotel of course!" I laughed, smiling as I saw him scratch the back of his neck. D'aw, he's embarrassed!

"I'm on the top floor. Room 4." I smiled, nodding to the dark haired vampire. He nodded back, entering his room and slowly closing the door with a friendly smile thrown my way. I turned to Bijou who was watching me, his eyes wide and unblinking.

"Watch out, your eyes might get stuck like that. C'mon, I already lost one plate of waffles and I want to eat before my stomach decides to eat itself." I said, walking side by side with the boy back towards the elevator. He pulled the ridiculous red bellhop hat off his head and pulled the red shirt off his back to reveal a black wife beater. His hair was spiked in a thousand different directions and was bright blue. His eyes were rimmed with dark smudges, like he hadn't slept well and the strange bright green orbs seemed a little too listless.

"Tired?" I asked as if we had known each other forever. Bijou laughed, rubbing his hand over his eyes.

"You have no idea. W-what are you? You just..you helped a hotel worker clean-" He said, sounding astounded.

"I made the mess."

"Well, once people see us coming, they usually leave the mess to us without so much as a thanks. You snapped at a vampire, your brother and 'Papa' are vampires. You've somehow talked me into joining you for breakfast instead of going home and sleeping. THEN you've befriended another vampire." Bijou sighed, wiping at his forehead.

"No big deal. We're human Bij. We don't have all the time in the world like my brother and my Papa do, so we might as well put ourselves out there and take some risks." I said, walking out of the open elevator. Bijou hummed, and stepped out after me. We headed towards the breakfast buffet that was set up in the front of the hotel.

Bijou's POV:

Kaie was defiantly..different. Most of the humans that set foot in the hotel are either horny sex drones or V addicts. Kaie was nice, but very strange. She has this quality about her that makes her very approachable and makes you want to tell her your life story. She was a chatterbox and her mouth was barely ever closed. Her outward appearance was very strange as well, she seemed to have this..quirky kind of beauty.

"So where're ya from?" She asked, cutting into her plate of waffles. I glanced down at my plate of blueberry pancakes and began to smother them with syrup.

"I live a few blocks away. You?" I asked, beginning to cut the pancakes. Kaie swallowed a large bite of waffles, her strange mismatched eyes lighting up as she thought of home. I wasn't a doctor, but I believe Kaie had what is referred to as heterochromia. One of her eyes was an icy blue, the other was grey-green hazel.

"I'm from upstate New York, but Papa Vito, my dad and my brother's maker, he lives down here. He wanted us to be closer. He found a nice little house in a nice little town in Louisiana." She shrugged, looking out the large lobby windows. The lobby was the only place where the windows were not barred shut during the day. The light set off the pretty highlights in her butterscotch hair that flowed all around her shoulders, making her remind me of a flower child from the 70's.

"So you guys are a close family, despite the whole..species difference." I said, flinching at how...offensive it sounded. Kaie hummed, drumming her blue painted nails on the dark marble top of two-person table we were sitting at. The window gave us a view of hustling and bustling Dallas, Texas. Cars sped down the large roads and tourists stalked the sidewalks like hunters. Kaie hummed again, glancing out the window with a far off look in her eyes.

"Yeah. We're close. Family dinners are a little bit awkward though." She laughed, the light sound came out so easily from her, I just knew she wasn't hiding anything. I couldn't help but laugh along with her, stuffing pancakes into my mouth.

"Do you live around here with your family or-" She said, ending her sentence for me to finish.

"By myself. After the whole 'college dropout' thing..ah..the parents and I aren't really on talking terms." I said, surprising myself by telling her the truth so quickly. I usually lied whenever someone asked and told them I lived with my parents still. That, and I was a little embarrassed to admit that I lived in that little box someone had the audacity to rent out as an apartment.

"Well, you musta gave it the old college try then, hmm? Don't you worry Bij, just because you didn't go to college, doesn't mean you'll be a hobo." She said, which was exactly the opposite of what anyone had ever told me. All I'd ever heard was "You won't get a good job without a college degree". I laughed in their faces and told them off. Here I am now, working as a bitch boy in a hotel.

At least it's a fancy hotel.

"Y-you really think so?" I asked, feeling my stomach churn a little. Kaie smiled, nodding her head.

"Yeah, but those jobs won't be easy. Hell, jobs that require college degrees aren't any easier. Just buck up Bij."

I couldn't help but smile, looking down at the girl who I'm certain isn't completely human.

"Do you mind if I call you Katie?" I asked, scratching my head. Her smile faltered a bit and then her smile exploded, evolving into a large face-splitting grin. I could have sworn I saw a single tear prickle in her blue orb, but she quickly willed it away. She reached across the table, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it tightly.

"I would love that buddy."