(**Disclaimer: All characters are the property of True Blood/HBO and much of the dialogue is taken directly from the show. Otherwise, it's all me, baby!**)

Dear Diary,

This is so dumb. Dumb dumb dumb. Like, who even has a diary these days, anyway? What am I- twelve? I can't believe I'm even writing in here, but I don't have anything else to do so...I guess I'll start with how I got started with this stupid thing in the first place.

My name is Jessica. Jessica Hamby. I'm seventeen and I have red hair and blue eyes. I'm also a vampire. The reason I'm a vampire writing in a diary instead of doing cool stuff like drinking people's blood and kicking ass is because of Bill. Bill Compton is my "Maker," which means he's the one who turned me into a vampire. Turning me into a vampire was really scary and Bill didn't want to do it, but some other vampire bosses of his made him. It hurt- a lot- and I had to sleep in the cold ground; I barely remember that night now, though. But sometimes during the day I have bad dreams about it…

Anyway, even though I didn't want to become a vampire, I was cool with it afterwards. I mean, how awesome- how fucking awesome- are vampires? You can kill anyone who gets in your way, no one ever makes fun of you 'cause they're scared of you and you can wear super bad-ass clothes! I saw these sexy leather knee-high boots one time in a magazine at the dentist's office: they had really high heels and were shiny and laced all the way up. They would look totally fierce on me now that I'm a vamp and Momma and Daddy don't tell me how to dress. But noooooo, none of that for me 'cause I'm stuck with Mr. Bill Boring Compton, who treats me like I'm in Kindergarten.

It's kinda weird that even cares 'cause, like, he seemed to want to get rid of me as quickly as possible. He sent me to live with Eric (he's the vampire sheriff of Area 5 here in Louisiana and a total hottie) before I was even one night old. I thought Bill was sort of a douchebag for giving me away before he even got to know me, but it was more fun living with Eric at his bar Fangtasia. He let me stay up all night dancing and wear whatever I wanted and he let me feed on really hot guys as long as I didn't do it in public where the cops could see me. But after a while I got kind of...I dunno, lonely I guess. There was no one there for me to really talk to. The humans who worked at Fangtasia were mostly scared of me or only wanted to have sex with me, but Eric never let me be with humans alone.

"Feeding and fucking are too closely intertwined," he told me. "It actually matters to me very little what you do, but if humans are killed in my bar because you can't control yourself, I will have to deal with the human police and their questions, the patrons will be scared, and Fangtasia might even get shut down." I tried to ask how you feed on someone without killing, but he just walked off and told me not to get in anybody's way. After that he pretty much acted like I didn't exist. Pam, Eric's second in command, wouldn't answer any of my questions either. She only gave me some clothes and showed me where the spare coffin was.

And then one night, I almost killed a man.

His name was Caleb, this fangbanger I met one night. I didn't even know his last name. I had slipped away from Eric's watchful eye and met Caleb in the men's restroom. I swear I didn't realize how much of his blood I'd had, I just knew I was so hungry and he tasted so good. He was moaning with pleasure for the first few seconds, then he got quieter, and then he was screaming, screaming for me to stop. But I couldn't. I covered his mouth with my hand and held him down firmly with my other. Then I sucked on his neck harder, trying to glean every delicious drop that I could. Next thing I knew, I was thrown to the cold, hard tile of the restroom floor.

"Are you trying to kill him?" Eric shouted angrily down at me.

"I...I didn't mean to!" I shouted right back, starting to cry. "I don't know how to stop!"

"Move, you little fool." Eric hissed, and swept past me to kneel in front of Caleb. He spoke to him very quietly and gently- much more gently than he'd spoken to me- he told him everything was fine, that he was just a little tired and woozy from partying too hard, that there was no reason to panic.

I stared, mesmerized, as he kept eye contact with the man, who nodded blankly. Before I could ask how he'd done it, Pam burst through the door, almost as if she'd been summoned. She noted me on the floor and Caleb's bloody neck. "Holy fuck. Is he dead?"

"Almost," said Eric, still holding the man's gaze. Pam sighed, "This baby vamp is far more trouble than she's worth."

"I second that," Eric agreed. I sniffled as Pam led the poor guy out, talking to him softly. I noticed she handed him a bottle of water and a little jar of B12 vitamins. Everyone was ignoring me and I began to feel bad about nearly killing a person, even though he tasted so good. Then Eric told me to clean myself up and go to my coffin. The next night, he told me that I was a liability to his business and that I had to go back to Bill.

I was pissed. Even though I had no friends at Fangtasia, I never get to do anything with Bill. I mean, he's a mainstreamer. He drinks fucking True Blood instead of human blood, for crying out loud. And now I'm stuck drinking that shit, too. Bill's actually the one who gave me this diary. The night I came back he said,

"Jessica, perhaps if you were better occupied you will not have time to cause mischief. I know Eric may have let you run wild but things be different here. Here you will behave like a young lady and not a veritable urchin." I wasn't sure what sea animals had to do with me but then he told me he had a present and I got excited. Bill had never gotten me anything before. But then he handed me a simple leather-bound notebook.

I just looked at him.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" I flipped through the blank pages boredly.

"It's a diary," Bill told me wearily. "You can use it to chronicle your experiences, keep a record of your thoughts. Surely, you must have some reaction to everything that has happened of late, something to say..."

"Oh, you bet I got a lot to say about this, mister- " I started, but Bill cut me off.

"Good. Then, please, take this as a symbol of a new beginning. I know this must all be very frightening but know that I have only your best interests at heart."

Bill seems to be an all right guy, I guess. I think he means well.

But does he have to be so fucking lame?

A/N: This is my first fic that is told from one character's POV. Please review so I know whether or not I should continue this!