HI GUYS! This is my first True Blood Fanfic! Please feel free to leave me comments on whether you think my story is good or bad or on what I need to change to make it better. The 1st chapter is a bit short and I am sorry for that I just wanted a quick background on my character before I really delved into a story. At this point I do not know who she will end up with romantically and whatnot because I will be incorporating as many TB characters as possible. Well thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!

I do not own any True Blood characters. The only character I own at this point is Elaina :)

The High Priestess

A high priestess. A goddess. The Holy One. Our Dea Eliana. All names my people called me in the Roman Empire which I protected and ruled. My great land with the strongest warriors and brightest women. The greatest adventurers who braved other cruel Gods in foreign lands and who when finally arriving home were overjoyed at the land I had preserved just for them and their families. They worshipped my land and they worshipped me. How the modern age and the western world customs have affected my once great home that was respected and revered! My people's families had grown filthy and greedy, polluting my once unmolested home. Now instead of festivals celebrating me, they trample the streets they have covered my soil with and destroy my trees to build their cities that kill my animals and plants. As their belief in me faded so did my efficacy in the land. I had but one choice and that was to leave and explore what else there was for me in the world instead of mourning for my long lost land. That was centuries ago and that is how I ended up driving into Bumfuck, Louisiana in my sputtering '61 Jaguar.

And why such a drastic change of scenery from coastal beaches of the Mediterranean Sea to the sparse hillbilly town of Bon Temps (I had passed a sign earlier) you may ask? My response has to be…. I have not a fucking clue. It seems like everyone that has moved here gets stuck. This is the same case for me. The whole world was changing and America seemed the place to be especially after the Vampire's "came out". So here I was in the Land of the Free. As I pulled into a small bar parking lot when I felt my poor Jag sputter and die. I released a large sigh and dropped my head to the steering wheel promptly honking the horn causing me to jump back and squeal. I heard laughter to my complete horror, I slowly looked over and saw a gorgeous man sitting in a large black truck. The man had my complete attention which was saying a lot as I had seen many men through out my thousands of years. Hell, I had even met the true Don Juan DeMarco and to be honest he looked nothing like Johnny Depp…sorry Hollywood. He was blonde and had sweet blue eyes something that I had yet to grow accustomed to being from a time where dark hair and dark eyes were the only traits we knew of. He was still laughing when I stepped out of my Jag and walked over to his truck. I opened his car door and jumped as gracefully as I could into the passenger seat of his car. He just sat and stared at me wide eyed and no longer laughing.

"And who said chivalry was dead"? I dead-panned.

He looked at me in complete horror and started stammering "Oh…oh…D-do yah n-n-need some help with your car. Dammit I'm sorry miss".

Now it was my turn to laugh. I tossed my chestnut hair back as I giggled at my pure brazen attitude that I seemed to forget was very strange to people now, especially when I was not considered their Goddess. He had a very confused look on his handsome face as if he did not now whether to laugh or get his ass out of the car and work on my car right then and there.

"How about you buy me a beer first it has been a very long day". I said in between giggles.

He smiled, "I would love to buy you a beer but only on one condition".

"And what would that be"? I asked.

"How about your name"? That was when I realized I might like this town more than I had I initially thought.