Disclaimer- I don't own true blood 'cause let's face it, if I did the episodes would mostly consist of me in Aruba with Eric serving me ice cold mojitos… except you know he wouldn't burst into flame in the sun.

I wish could say this was Rated M because it wouldn't be a true True Blood fan-fic if it couldn't mentally scar young children. But since I don't have the time or writing capabilities to do an M-rated romp its only a T. (this may be subject to change but I doubt it.)

_Chapter One_

_Woman. Siren. Sheriff pwner._

It was only an hour after sunset and already Fangtasia was crawling with vampires, fang-bangers and tourists alike. The night was like any other. That was until she appeared.

Melite smiled wryly, walking confidently over to the bar of Fangtasia. All eyes were on her. Humans whispered to themselves and one another

"Who is she?"

"She's gorgeous."

"I wonder if she'll drink my blood?"

She smiled wider. Vampires talked among themselves

"Damn she smells good."

"Look at that tight little body."

"Wonder if anyone's claimed her yet."

Her smile became wider still.

The small brunette commanded total attention wherever she went. She was of near average height around 5 foot 4, she was slim and lithe. The body of a dancer. She wore a simple white babydoll with intricately patterned black tights and delicate shoe boots. Covering her shoulders was a worn black leather jacket. Her skin was a Mediterranean olive tone, her hair a dark brown, wavy and cut to shoulder length.

With simple elegant movements, she reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of vodka. She twisted the top of before taking a quick, taster swig of the alcohol. She shrugged to herself almost with regret

"They sure don't make it like they used to." She was about to take another swig when Chow, acting as the barman of Fangtasia, snatched the drink from her. She pouted and was about to demand it back when she heard his approach. She heard the reactions of the people in the room as he stalked his way closer to her. She lowered her head and hid a smirk before turning round and giving her sweetest most loving smile

"Eric," she greeted "what a lovely little crypt you've gotten yourself. But don't you think the décor is a tad depressing and well, rather predictable?" he scowled at her. If there was one thing Melite did well, it was winding up this millennia old vampire.

The blonde, rather annoyed vampire glowered down at her

"Melite, what are you doing here?" she saw a glimpse of his fangs when he spoke, his usual reaction to her. This only made her smile more. She waved nonchalantly whilst turning and grabbing another bottle from behind the bar

"Oh I'm just passing through. I thought I should pay a visit on my way to see Godric."

Had she not turned around she would have seen the sad, dark look in Eric's eyes.

"You haven't heard." He muttered huskily, as her outstretched fingers wrapped around the bottle victoriously. She turned and smiled seductively at a fang-banger. Eric refused to make eye contact with her. Her eyebrows creased together in slight confusion.

"Heard what?" she asked uninterested, raising the bottle to her plump lips, not overly concerned with gossip.

Chow snatched the bottle like he had done before. She pointed a finger at Eric, a little annoyed at Chow.

"Now, you either tell him to stop doing that or I will." She finished with slight threat in her voice. He grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her into his office. She tried to struggle against him but she did so in vain. Whilst Melite was not human, she mirrored their physical strength. He pushed her roughly and she landed haphazardly on the couch in his office. She was about to scold him for his persisting rough treatment when she froze. His eyes looked so grave and hurt that she forgot all else. He closed the door behind him, drowning out the sound of the deafening music.

"Melite… Godric," he paused unable to make himself say it "Godric is dead."

"You're lying." She frowned at him not wanting to believe his words.

Eric shook his head sadly.

Tears began to form in her eyes as she trembled in fear.

"Eric, tell me your lying." He looked away "Tell me your lying!" she screamed melodically, tears streaming from her eyes. The second the words left her mouth, Eric's eyes glazed over.

"I'm lying." He spoke automatically. When he had, his eyes cleared and he was over come with anger "No matter what you make me say, it will not change the fact he is gone!"

He huffed, he was too angry at her for exerting her power to care that she had just lost the one person who mattered the most to her. He sat back down and averted his eyes.

"No. No. Not godric. Please, not my little Godric. αριθ.! όχι το παιδί μου! παρακαλώ όχι αυτός!" She balled her hands into tight fists, covering the silvery tears, rolling from her eyes. Her distraught words turned to incoherent whimpers as she lost herself to grief. Eric had been expecting this and merely sat unmoving, his gaze averted, while Melite vented her grief and lamented for Godric.

Aaw, poor Meli. But just what is she? And how does she know Godric? And why do Eric and Melite hate each other? Tune in next time and see what we find out.

Also- sorry it ends kinda craptacularly.

Also- this is my first story so please don't be too mean if you review

Also- that was Greek she was speaking. I used google translator (it's a god send) so I dunno if its right, after all- it's all Greek to me! -_-" sorry I just had to do it.

Also- one week till season 2 comes out here in England! cant freakin wait!

xx KissMeQuack