Original publish date: 8/1/11- 4/7/12 Updates and more info. Can be seen on my Tumblr page Aidenseamus

Those who started reading this fanfic when I started it two years ago will see noticeable differences (I hope) along the way. I'd just like to say thanks to all of the new readers now in 2013.

Disclaimer- I own nothing from True Blood. I only own my OC Suzie.

I'd arrived in the tiny town of Bon Temps to room full of small town stares. Merlotte's reminded me of many small town bars that I had frequented during my travels. I thought that I could blend in.

That was wishful thinking.

A gratuitous quantity of smells hit me before I could fully prepare myself. Amongst the general collection of human sweat; the bar's flat beer, a child's full diaper in the far left corner, raw along with freshly cooked meat, and the faint odor of one other supernatural creature nearly made me recoil.

How could he keep this all in check? This is enough to keep my head spinning for a few hours.

Several of the locals shielded their children from me as I passed. I knew my pale skin would be a dead giveaway.

I just wish they would all stop fucking staring.

A soft sigh escaped my lips as a soft ache filled my limbs. I brought my hand to my face to allow my eyes to adjust to the lighting of Merlottes. The second giveaway was the way I was dressed. No other patron was dressed in the stereotypical all black attire of the average wannabe Goth or possibly Emo American teenager. I hadn't put much thought into it when I'd rolled out of my transporter earlier that evening and adorned the New Rock boots I had bought when I skirted through New York suddenly seemed like an awful idea.

"I wonder if she knew Rene…"

"He killed those fangbangers. Maybe she's just a fangbanger and not a real vampire. It's amazing what they can do with make up these days."

It took me a moment to shut out their thoughts. I glanced to the right and finally noticed the Seat Yourself sign on one of the dividing walls. The African American woman behind the bar scoffed and shook her head as I passed by and seated myself at one of the small circular tables. I had a perfect view of the gaming side of Merlottes. A few tacky glass lamps were screwed into the ceiling above the pool table whose worn wood looked like it had seen better days. An old jukebox blasted out the latest country hits in one of the far corners whileI tried not to investigate the bar patrons through the refection on the laminated menu. They gawked at me and my eyes bored holes into the menu until my waitress appeared at the opposite end of my table.

"Welcome to Merlottes." I was surprised when I finally skimmed her head that she didn't mind vampires and was actually excited to see me. "Can I get you a TruBlood?"

I nodded and handed her the menu, "AB Neg. Miss... Sookie?" I glanced at her name tag and hoped I pronounced her name right.

Her nervous smile widened as I said her name and she rushed off to get my bottle. All the while I felt someone trying to read my mind and the force of it was almost like trying to push a circle into a square hole. After a few moments, Sookie returned with my AB and I finally had to let my guard down, the constant push to get into my mind had given me a headache.

Yes? I mentally sighed at whoever had pushed so hard to get into my head.

You can hear me? I looked up at my waitress and nodded once in her direction.

It's one of my abilities. I can read people's thoughts. Even when I don't want to.

"I totally understand." It threw me when I put together she answered me aloud and pulled a seat back to sit at my table. Wasn't she nervous about being caught? "It gets to be too much sometimes, doesn't it?"

I nodded and sipped of my TruBlood before I looked around at the bar patrons. They all turned away from me as soon as I made eye contact.

"Jesus people," I sighed aloud and put my feet up on one of the chairs beside Sookie, "I know your town has a resident vampire so it's not like you haven't seen one before."

"Sookie," I looked to her as she glanced at the door. A vampire a hundred plus years older than me walked into the bar. The blonde's attention was instantly drawn to him and away from me.

"Bill!" I watched as she hugged the vampire. His name seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. I knew it wasn't a positive association by the harsh tug in my gut.

He followed Sookie to my table and nodded towards the seat I had my feet on. I put my feet back on the floor and motioned with my right hand for him to sit.

"Why does your name seem familiar to me?" I asked him as Sookie retrieved a TruBlood for him.

"I do not know," He said it sincerely. My mouth twitched. "All I know is I got a message about another vampire coming to Bon Temps."

I nodded and finished off my bottle of TruBlood. "I'm only passing through." I looked to Sookie and she glanced back at me. "I'm looking for someone in Shreveport." I let my fangs drop to show my distrust. Several patrons gasped and I ignored them as my hazel eyes met Bill's.

He reciprocated "Put them away." I rolled my eyes but relented. I had no one to help me here if things got out of hand.

"My maker would've defended me if he was here." I mumbled and caught his slight eyebrow raise. I'd already given away too much.

"Sookie and I are leaving for Shreveport tonight," He quickly recovered and draped his arm over Sookie's shoulders. My left hand fisted against my leg under the table while my right remained relaxed around my bottle of Trublood. "You are more than welcome to come with us."

"I'll follow." I smiled at Sookie and stood up. "Where should I meet up with you?"

"At my house." Sookie smiled lightly, this time, it was not forced. "I'll give you some directions."

He's definitely glamored her at some point.

I paid for the bottle and left Sookie a tip before I left Merlottes. From her description, her house was in a remote part of Bon Temps. I cleared my throat and shifted onto my black Harely Night Rod Special with the slight hope that she maintained her home.

The brief prayer wasn't answered as I navigated around potholes in her driveway. It was worth it though, to see her antique yellow home with a large white porch. I shut off the engine and left my helmet hanging off one of the handle bars. Once I got to the door I knocked and waited for a minute. Nothing.

I looked around her driveway and shook my head. No one's home yet genius.

I cleared my throat and sat on the made for two porch swing and thought about my reason for coming to Louisiana.

My maker.

"My Child," I leaned back into the couch while my maker ran his hands through my short hair. "I can remember how beautiful your hair was."

I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Godric, I looked awful with long hair."

Godric smiled softly and resumed stroking my hair. I'd been in Dallas for six months and he'd caught me up to speed. He was the sheriff of Dallas, commanding more respect and authority than the average vampire. The fact that he had lived for two thousand years only added on.

"You remind me of your brother, Eric when he was your age. Stubborn."

I smiled as Godric navigated his way around the couch in his living area and sat down next to me. "How old is he?"

"Just over half my age." Godric smiled and I admired the only visible tattoo on his chest. I'd always wanted one. "Now that you're a vampire my child, the process will hurt."

I smiled and couldn't help a small laugh. There were only a few times when I was in Godric's presence that I was sad. "Eric runs a bar?" I tried to get the subject off of pain. I don't want to cry.

Godric sensed my discomfort and he nodded, "Fangtasia. It's in Shreveport." I looked back at him, still slightly fooled by his boyish appearance, He laughed, "In Louisiana."

"Oh." If i could still blush I would have. "Sorry, I'm a bit dense at times."

Godric continued to smile and I allowed him to take my hands. "I promise you will never be hurt again."

I could feel the blood tears on my face. I turned away from my maker, I never wanted him to see me like this. This… weak.

"No child," His cool vampiric hand held my face gently in his hand, "I am amazed by your strength, and you are not weak."

Godric rarely read my mind. "I have no strength."

"Yes, you do." Godric frowned as he brought both of his hands to my cheeks and wiped away my blood tears with his thumbs, "After all human kind has put you through, you still obey my order not to feed off them, no matter how hard it is. I know you Suzie. You have a kind, gentle soul."

More tears flowed from my eyes, "Godric I..."

"Hush child," He pressed his index finger to my lips, "I know."

"Um.. Hi?" I jumped at the sight of Sookie's hand as she waved in front of my face. Bill stood behind her and motioned to wipe my face. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," I stood up and shrugged my shoulders, "Sorry." I held out my hand and Sookie shook it, "My name is Suzie."

Bill seemed to be taken aback by name, "From Dallas?"

I nodded and looked back at Sookie, "Are we going to Shreveport or what?"

She blushed and I understood. She needed to get out of her work clothes and into ones more suitable for a vampire bar. She gave me directions to Fangtasia and I left before she even finished getting dressed. I could feel Bill's eyes on me until he could no longer see me.

I could tell that neither of them were happy with the fact that I had to see Eric. It made me rethink my promise to Godric…

No, don't question Godric's choice in turning Eric.

The only audible sound throughout the whole trip was the slight roar of my Harley's engine. It unnerved me. I was finally on my way to keep one of the last promises I'd made with Godric.

I shoved my helmet into the remaining space in my saddlebags before I approached the door to Fangtasia. There was no line. Eric must've closed it for Sookie and Bill.

The tall long haired blonde at the door clicked her tongue as I walked past her. Spitfire.

"I've never seen you around here before." I matched her glare. I admit, it took me a while to find Fangtasia on my own because of my shitty directional sense and a lack of a GPS. "Sorry, we're closed."

"I need to speak to Eric." I growled and let my fangs drop. I have no fucking time for this. "Step aside."

"You're a newborn." She stated as she held be by the throat against the padded black door of the club, "Where is your maker?"

"That's why I'm here. I have urgent news for Eric from Dallas." I gripped her hand and attempted to pry it off. "Now get the fuck off me."

The blonde shook her head sighed as pulled me away from the door just as it opened. Another blond male vampire stood in the doorway. He fit Godric's description for Eric.

"This newborn says she has news for you. From Dallas." Something flickered in his eyes briefly but he motioned for the female vampire to put me down.

"Please forgive Pam." I touched my throat before I turned back to face Eric. "We're expecting… other guests."

"Sookie and Bill," Eric merely seemed amused that I knew this. "But I need to tell you this Now."

Eric motioned for me to come inside while the blonde female, Pam, remained outside. Eric motioned to a booth and I sat down.

"You're from Dallas?" Eric more or less stated his question.

"I'm originally from the East coast but I now reside in Dallas." I briefly took in my surroundings before my gaze returned to Eric. "Nice place."

Eric nodded once, "What urgent news do you have for me?"

I gulped, unsure of how hard he would take the news, "It's about Godric."

Eric stiffened and growled lowly, "How do you know him?"

I bit my lip as I glanced down at the table and mumbled "Godric is my maker."

We sat in silence for a few tense moments. "This is not the new you wanted to tell me."

"No," I shook my head and gripped my knees, "Eric, Godric told me to find you if anything happened to him."

"You should still be at his side, you're a newborn." Eric growled "What has happened to Godric?"

I flinched and braced myself for an attack, "Godric's gone missing."