A/N: This is my first fanfic! Enjoy and please review. Chapter two is already well underway so it shouldn't be too long before I update. And unfortunately, I do not own The Southern Vampire Series, I'm just playing around with Ms. Harris' characters.
It was raining again. This is most certainly not my kind of weather. I am a sun kind of person, I love the feeling of the warm rays on my skin as I sunbathe. Usually one day of rain is enough to make me melancholy. A week of rain, on the other hand, is enough to make me downright angry. A week of multiple double shifts and rain, and I am ready to stay in bed and not get out until summer. Of course, this was not an option. Instead, I was standing on the back porch looking out onto the drive and trying to find the will to get in my car and go back to the bar...on my long overdue day off.
"Just do it so you can come home and get back in bed." Great. Now I'm talking to myself. Fine.
I sprinted to my trusty old car, trying to stay as dry as possible. I turned on the car and started the wipers and lights and began heading down the drive and onto Hummingbird road. It wasn't a long drive, but I couldn't stop my mind from wandering when I was in such a dismal mood. Stupid melancholy rain. All I wanted to do was curl up in bed, preferably with Eric (not that I was particularly happy with him…but he calmed me), and just not think. But that was not a possibility. Eric was still in Las Vegas. He had been there for the past three weeks doing god-knows-what. Since the Fae War, the supe community had been running less than smoothly. Of course, when an entire race disappears from the face of the earth (with few exceptions) things are bound to be a little crazy. It had been about 3 months now since Niall closed off his world from ours, and the effects were still being felt.
The first response from the vampires was skepticism. Then paranoia. A rumor started somewhere that the fairies had left to prepare an all-out attack on vampires to finally end their less than friendly co-existence and become the dominant species. Needless to say, vampires the world over started preparing for war. And that's when I lost Eric and Bill. Being that they witnessed and participated in the war, and knew Niall, they became the spokesmen for the "calm the fuck down" movement that vamp royalty was trying to press upon the masses. Their efforts were started here, but it soon became apparent that they needed be in Nevada with the big dogs. And since they were both still gone, I assumed that the situation had not yet died down.
The worst part was that I had barely had a chance to see or speak with either of them before they left. Eric was there, of course, to help me while I healed, but he always seemed side-tracked. But now both he and Bill were gone, and aside from a bi-nightly phone call, I had no contact with either.
So for the past week I had been trying to avoid self-pity. And that would be my mission today as well. I would go to the bar. I would go because Sam asked me to, and right now, Sam was all I had, so I wouldn't let him down. I would go and see whatever it is that was so urgent that I had to drag my butt off my couch and away from Buffy reruns (that's right...not happy with vamps at the moment) and Ben and Jerry's...ok, so the "no self-pity" plan wasn't working as well as I had hoped. But that ends the moment I pull into the parking lot, which was happening at this very moment.
The bar was packed. Thank goodness Sam took pity on me and let me have Friday off in exchange for a week of doubles, I could not handle the Friday night drunks. But as I walked down the hall and made it to Sam's office I felt like my night wasn't going to be any better, even if I wasn't serving pitchers and margaritas. His door was closed. Sam never closes his office door. This, combined with his desperate/pleading voice on the phone told me that I did not want to go into his office. But I was a good friend gosh dang it, and I promised to help. One more deep breath and I opened the door.
No dead bodies. That was good. No vampires...even better. Nobody was crying or bleeding or had a gun. Okay. I can do this. The office looked exactly the same as it always did, with only one addition. A woman I had never seen before. After a quick mental check I also concluded that she was a shifter and did not seem to be a bad mood at all. In fact, she was smirking at me. After assessing that no one was in immediate danger, I really looked at her. She had a muscular physique that was very apparent even as she was sitting down. She wore faded, but fitted, jeans and white tank top and had thrown a leather jacket over the back of her chair. On the floor, next to her (very high) heel clad feet was a large duffle bag with a strange image that I couldn't quite make out on the side. All of this I noticed while also staring at her beautiful hair. Curly and pulled into a pony tail high on her head. And red. A beautiful shade of strawberry blond that I had only seen on one other person in my life. And he was sitting across the desk from her, smiling at me and begging me with his eyes as he finally spoke up:
"Sook. This is Victoria. My half-sister."