Prologue
A/N: I do not own True Blood, nor Charlaine Harris' wonderful Sookie Stackhouse books, I'm purely going off on the show here. Comment if you like the prologue, I want to hear your imput (even though Eric isn't in it yet). But, by god, don't let this comment make you not want to read it anymore because dear Eric Northman isn't in it. He will be soon, I promise. :)
Do you ever feel like you're constantly being watched by random people on the streets? Well, it's because you are, not to scare you or anything but it's normal for people to stare. I know I do it, and I'm not ashamed to say it. I love staring at people, and trying to figure them out. It just makes my day seem a lot... I dunno, more exciting? No, less boring is more like it. I usually get called a creeper by my close friends, but I don't care it's who I am. Although it feels weird when you're watching someone, and they watch you right back, as if they know what you're doing. It's like—
"Oww! What the hell Kenny, I said later you bastard!" I rubbed the side of my head where Kenny had whacked the volleyball, and glared at one of my best friends. He shrugged and then laughed when I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Hey, chickie. We're going to that new vampire club that just opened yesterday. You in?" Hayley strolled over and smiled, showing off her fake fangs that she spent quite a lot of money on at the dentists.
"No, I don't want to get near any of those blood suckers, Hay. You know how I feel about blood and vampires." I shuddered, and looked away as she bared her fangs at me. I don't understand why she spent her life's saving on those nasty looking things, they were creepy as shit.
"Yeah I know, but why not come with us. I mean, it's your last night in Chicago and everyone wants to spend it with you. You're the group favourite; it'll be weird without you here." Hayley pouted and clasped her hands together. "Come on, Keeley."
"No. I'm sorry Hay, but I have to pack tonight." I picked myself up from the sand and brushed my sandy legs off.
Ever since the vampires came out of the coffin, people have been obsessed with them. Well, it's not like they weren't obsessed before, but it's gotten even crazier. I, thankfully, am deathly afraid of them and don't ever want to be near them. I've always been afraid of bloodsuckers, and it wasn't until I was searching around on the internet that I found that I had a phobia. Sanguivoriphobia; the fear of blood-eaters, or in my terms blood-suckers. My friends call me delusional, I call myself special.
"You're a bitch, you know that right?" Hayley grumbled and followed me to where our friends were playing volleyball.
"But, you love me, right?" I gave her a cheesy smile and she hissed at me, including the fangs, and I jumped back scared.
"Fuck you, you bitch!" I picked up sand from the ground and threw it at my laughing best friend, who ended up dodging it and running away. I grumbled and pulled at my hair, wishing I was never leaving Chicago for the whole summer to live in Bon Temps. Who cares that the great-aunt I never even knew died, my mother still insisted that I went with her, and to visit the 'family' as well.
"Keeley, watch out!" Once again, the volleyball smacked into the side of my face, but this time I fell to the ground shocked. Upon hearing the waves of thundering laughter, I thought of how boring my life was going to be without my colourful friends to be there for me, and to support me when I was upset or hurt.
"Can someone help me up?" I hollered, and then groaned as I sat up slowly. Oh God, I hope I don't have a concussion.
"Get up yourself you lazy ass."
Or not.
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"Keeley! I said to answer the phone!" My mother hollered, as the phone continued ringing. I ignored my mother, knowing that it was my father calling, thanks to the magical thing called caller i.d., and continued reading my magazine and finishing off my mother's homemade ice tea.
"Keeley! You answer that phone right now or else!" My mother shrieked, startling me so much that I dropped my iced tea and I watched as it splattered to the floor, and get soaked up into the carpet.
I cleaned up what I could with a towel before I picked up the phone making sure I let out a bored sigh into the phone, "What do you want, Richard?"
"Keeley? I'm your father, and I don't appreciate it when you call me otherwise. Where is your mother?"
"She doesn't want to speak to right now. We're about to catch a flight... Sooo, what does it feel like to be divorced? Good? Great? Spectacular? Oh and how's your girlfriend? Y'know, the one you cheated on with mom? Is she still the glamorizing bloodsucker as always, or has she been staked yet?" I looked at my nails and grimaced when I noticed the nail polish on the tip of my pointer finger had chipped off from my otherwise perfect nails.
"Keeley, don't start with me on that. Your mother and I agreed to separate because we just weren't compatible anymore. You know that. You've seen it. Now, can I speak to your mother? I don't want to cause any more trouble, but I have something to tell her and it's fairly important." Richard sighed, and I could just picture the frown lines on his once handsome face, and the two puncture spots on his neck from the blood-sucker Serena. That fucking leech was the whole reason my parents split up, and I was unregretful of the day I saw them together in bed. I was finally able to show my mother what a lying sack of shit my father was.
"No, and stop calling." I slammed the receiver onto its base and let out a shaky breath.
"...Keeley?" My mother slowly walked forward, but I spared her the last steps as I flung myself into her open arms.
"Are you done packing?" My mother asked gently, smoothing my hair down and pressing little kisses onto the crown of my head. I nodded against her chest and wiped my eyes on her blouse.
"Okay, let's call a taxi. I just need to unplug the answering machine, m'kay?" My mother smiled brokenly at me and pulled me in for another hug. "I love you, Keeley. And don't you forget that, okay?"
I nodded and let her go to finish packing up the rest of my things into a small carry-on bag. I looked around my room and sighed tiredly, then attempted to lift up my two suitcases with the carry on around my shoulders. I managed to get down one step of the hallway stairs before losing my footing and dropping the suitcases down the steep stairway.
"Keeley?!" My mother came running into the room but sighed in relief when she saw me, "Oh thank God, I thought it was you that fell down those steps."
"Mom, stop worrying over little things. Look, I'm fine. Can we just get to wherever we need to go?" I ran a shaky hand through my hair, trying not to show how scared I was about nearly falling and cracking my head open on the stairs.
"Well, you know how clumsy you are. I just worry that one day you're going to kill yourself."
"How the hell am I going to kill myself when you're around me 24/7? Mom, I'm twenty-one. I'm not your little girl anymore." I don't even know why I'm still living here. I added silently in my head, wishing I had the nerve to say it out loud to my mother.
I heard a loud beeping sound outside, and I flew down the stairs to gather my things. "We're not missing anything, right?" I could tell my mother was counting off a list of things in her head, and I snapped my fingers in front of her face instantly breaking off her thoughts.
"No, we're not missing anything. Can we just go now?" I looked over at the door and gave my mother an impatient look.
"Darling, you could have gone ahead of me y'know." Her light Louisiana accent became a little more pronounced when frustrated, and she stared at me incredulously, her hands on her hips.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and picked up my stuff and headed toward the cab where the driver took my belongings and placed them into the trunk.
"Thank you." I smiled politely, before jumping into the cab.
I wonder what Bon Temps is going to be like...Hopefully not some stuck-up hick town. I thought with a smile, looking over as my mother tried to tell the driver that she could carry her own belongings herself.
And oh boy was I ever right.
A/N # 2: This is my first fanfic so be gentle on me. :) I really love True Blood, it's just one of those shows you want to sink your teeth into (no pun intended). I came about this show when I was watching WhatTheBuck on youtube (funny, huh? I love Michael Buckley!), and when I found the episodes online (curse you rogers cable for not having HBfreakingO!) I instantly fell in love. There are not much Eric stories out there, and I just had to write one. Alexander Skarsgård is one helluva hottie. Hehe.
