A/N: Sookie, Amelia, and Bella met as young patients at a mental health facility. They discover that they have a lot more in common than just being Fae. They will join Eric, Godric, and Pam for some wild adventures. Godric is King of Texas and Eric is the Sheriff of Area 5 in Louisiana and they have not seen each other in decades. Will the these three girls bring them closer together? AU, OOC, E/S, G/B, A/P. WARNING: Rated MA for a reason there will be violence, lemons, and language.

This is my first Fanfiction ever. Please be gentle. I welcome any constructive criticism. If you hate it tell me why and what would be your suggestions to improve it. I am going with an obvious AU and OOC. It is going to be mainly a True Blood and Southern Vampire Mysteries fic with a little of Twilight brought in there as well. I don't know if I would call it a crossover in that my plan is to just borrow characters from each and there could be some book spoilers for all of the books so be warned now. There will be angst, romance, and hopefully some comedy. I know where I want this adventure to go, but I welcome any advice along to way to help me get from point A to point Z.

I do not own anything it all belongs to either Charlaine Harris, Stephenie Meyer, and/or Alan Ball. I am just having fun with it.

So let's get on with the show...

Chapter 1: Girls Interrupted

Sookie POV

"Momma, No! Please don't make me stay here." I pleaded with my mother as she simply looked at me with disgust in her eyes.

"Shut up! You have been nothing, but trouble and I will not take it any more. Maybe they can figure what is wrong with you." She scoffed.

My pleading eyes went to my father, who had yet to utter a word. He was looking down at his feet and the office floor. Then again he hasn't said much to me over the past few years. "Daddy, please don't let her leave me here. I'll be good. I won't ever say things about people again. Please," I begged. "Where is Gran? She wouldn't let you leave me here. She'll let me live with her. I won't be a problem to you anymore." Tears were flowing down my face.

"Adele is too old to deal with the likes of you. She doesn't have the money to support you and all the problems that come with you. She already knows that you will be here. The best you can hope for is for letters from her. And don't you dare send her letters pleading for her to come collect you because you know she can't afford you. You would only cause her more stress and her health would suffer. Goodbye, Sookie. Do what you are told so that they can fix you." Momma ordered.

"Goodbye, Susanna I love you and hope to see you soon," Daddy finally stated.

Without a parting embrace, I was left all alone in the psychiatrist's office praying for the day that I could be "fixed."

I awoke crying again into my pillow as I remembered my first day here at the Ashford Institute for Troubled Youth in Dallas, Texas. As I roll over and look at the clock on the bedside table (8:45 am), "UGH!" I get up to make my bed and begin another day.

My name is Susanna "Sookie" Stackhouse. I was 15 years old when I arrived here and now only days from my 18th birthday, I still remain. Thinking back to that day I should have began my escape attempts then, but I kept hoping that they could cure me so I could return home to Daddy or Gran. However, no one knew that I don't have a mental disability. I have come to find out that it was one of many curses that I would receive over the years to come and it seems as though I cannot be cured.

One year after I arrived, Gran called me from Bon Temps, Louisiana, were I was raised. She was crying and told me that Momma and Daddy had died in a flood My brother Jason was going to remain living in our family home. I begged her to let me come live with her and as soon as I heard her sigh, I apologized and thought back to Momma's words that Gran's health and financial situation would not sustain a sixteen year old. Being the genteel southern woman that she was she told me that she would want nothing more that to bring me home with her, but I could hear it in her voice that it was not possible. She couldn't even afford the cost of the travel from Bon Temps to Dallas and back just to collect me much less to support me. That was even if the doctors would let me leave, which I knew they would not. They thought of me as a psychological phenomenon. And even though I was supposed to be released on my 18th birthday, I knew better. I could hear it in their thoughts that they were trying to find every legal means they had to force my commitment. I was never getting out of this shit hole. I had to convince Bella and Amelia and we need to get the fuck out of here. We will go live with Gran and help take care of her. I am all the family she has left except for Jason and that ain't much.

After I finished making my bed, I looked into the mirror and saw that my deep blue eyes were red and puffy from all of the crying I had be doing lately. I wiped my eyes and pulled my knee length blonde hair back into a pony tale.

I then headed down the hall toward the community bathroom still thinking of my beloved Gran. I missed her so much and she was all alone in that big old house. I loved that house it had been built by the Stackhouse's over 150 years ago. It is difficult to put into words. It just always felt like home. I used to get that home feeling from time to time. Grandpa Earl died when I was a baby and now both of Gran's children are gone. Shortly after Daddy died, Aunt Linda became very sick and later died of cancer. After her death, Aunt Linda's daughter, Hadley went to live with Gran for a while before running away and Gran hasn't heard from her in months. Hadley was always into boys (and sometimes girls too) and drugs so she is probably dead too. Gran ran her brother, Bartlett, off when I was 14 after I told her the things that he would try to do to me and the nasty thoughts he had. Momma never believed me, but Gran did and she told him that he was no longer her bother and he was never to step foot on her property again.

I hope to hear from Gran soon. I haven't received a phone call or letter in over a month. I always heard from her at least once a week, but nothing for the past month. I was beginning to worry. I wrote her and Jason a letter last week, which I rarely do because all of the mail is read and even though I know everyone's thoughts, I did not want them to know mine. I never hear anything from Jason except through Gran. I don't think he really cares. I just think that Gran wants me to think he does when she says things such as Jason sends his love. He used to always part with the other kids in school when they would bully me. When they would call me "Crazy Sookie" he would just laugh and say things such as "you ought to have to live with her." I have never been naive enough to believe that his feelings toward me has changed.

Upon my arrival to the bathroom, I immediately felt better seeing Amelia standing at one of the sinks brushing her teeth. Her shiny long auburn red hair that hits her at her knees like mine was pulled back into a pony tale. Her bright green eyes actually twinkled under the florescent lights. She was smiling as big as anyone can while brushing their teeth, "Geez, cheer up would ya, you're even bringing me down this morning." I sighed and apologized.

"Still no word from Gran?" Amelia asked me and I shook my head. I could feel a tear streak down my cheek. She immediately dropped her toothbrush and engulfed me in a breath stopping hug. "I'm sure everything is fine. If you don't get any word during mail call this afternoon, we will break into Dr. Ludwig's office after lights out tonight. We'll see what we can find out on the internet and make some calls. OK?" I smiled and thanked her. When I got in these funks she was the only one that could bring me back. But then again she could do that with anyone she wished. I swear that Amelia was the happiest, most optimistic person I have ever met.

Just then Bella walked into the bathroom and saw Amelia still hugging me. "Fuck! You mean to tell me that now I have to put up with two horny lesbians. Great. No fucking our the room or I will kill you both. So Sookie, I see Ames finally brought you over to the dark side of the force." She chuckled with placed her hands on her hips. Her deep brown eyes were boring into ours. Her long brunette hair was also pulled back into a pony tale. Her hair also hit her at her knees like ours and was so thick it nearly took her an hour just to brush it. Some time back we all made a pact that we would not cut our hair as a rebellion against our forced commitment.

Amelia winked at her, "As if! Sookie's not my type, but you already knew that didn't you my luscious Bella."

"Shit. You wish. But then again who knew you had a type. I thought as long as they had a pulse, they were your type," Bella jabbed with a wicked grin on her heart shaped face.

Eyes closed and licking her lips Amelia purred, "Umm... not anymore. Have you seen some of them vamps on TV. YUM! I'm not so sure my type needs a pulse anymore. I may have to have give up my sweet taste to the first lucky vamp I meet after we're outta here, next month." She actually shivered at the the thoughts she was having and let me tell you they are vivid. She was imagining a beautiful tall, blond, female vampire licking and sucking in all of the right places. I had to throw up a mental wall. Her thoughts and emotions were causing me to feel faint.

Just then I could see in Amelia's mind a vision she was having of all three of us. We were each in an embrace with a different vampire. It was kind of cloudy, but I could see Amelia being kissed and held tight by the same tall, blond, female vampire. Bella was sitting in the lap of a handsome brunette vampire who had what looked like ancient tribal tattoos on his chest and biceps peeking out from behind his loose fitting white button up shirt. He was holding and comforting her as if she were an injured child. He was lightly petting her head with his lips pressed to her forehead. I on the other hand seemed to be standing toe-to-toe with the most beautiful being I had ever seen. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall with long blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes. He was staring holes into me. We seemed to be at odds with each other about something. Then all of a sudden he pulled me to his chest and kissed me for all that I was worth. I got very weak in the knees and if he hadn't been holding me tight I may have fallen. Then the image faded away. "Did you see that shit?" She asked me and I could only nod. I was speechless. We all laughed.

After the Vampires "came out of the coffin," the three of us could always agree one thing that we all couldn't wait to meet a vampire. We could always pick out the vampires when we seen them on TV because their skin had a faint glow to it. It appeared that we were the only ones to notice this as everyone else never seemed to notice it. About seven months ago there was a rumor was floating around that a vampire was working the night shift as a janitor on in the wing were all of the doctor's offices were located. So the three of us snuck out to go investigate and we were extremely disappointed to discover that he was just a fangbanger pretending to be a vamp. Ames called "bullshit" on his outfit and told him that he looked ab-sol-fucking-lutely ridiculous. I could see in his mind that this conversation caused him to began remembering of being fucked hard by a large bald headed male vamp named Liam. His mind reminded me of swiss cheese-like it was full of holes. "Like I give a fuck about what a group of crazy mental bitches think about how I dress." But in his mind he was saying, man I don't like to dress like this, but it gets me a good dose of pain and pleasure those vamps love to dish out not to mention the chance at some vee. I hope that big blonde vamp will one day give it to me. He is the only reason anyone goes to that vamp club in Shreveport anyway. Last month when I was there, I know he fucked and fed off of five fangbangers at one time in his office. I can't wait until I get enough vacation time built up so that I can make a trip back there maybe I'll be one of the lucky ones next time. I was immediately brought out of his thoughts as Amelia went all Zsa-Zsa on his ass and bitch slapped the shit out of him before Bella or I could stop her. We were nervous he would snitch us out but he never did and then one day he never came back to work.

"Come. We need to eat before they close the dining hall." Bella reminded us.

Once we arrived outside of the dining hall doors, I immediately sighed and prepared myself for the onslaught of thoughts and emotions. Bella noticed and asked me how many. I quickly took a mental count and replied, "83."

Amelia rubbed my back and whispered, "Take a deep breath and think of the block wall." I did and slowly the thoughts of those 83 people went away like turning down the volume of a radio. I could never fully block out the emotions except with Bella and Amelia.

The girls know all about my problems. Not that I could keep it from Amelia anyway since she saw it. I remember the first night we snuck out and broke into Dr. Ludwig's office. We read the files she had on us and discovered that our little "problems" had been named. Needless to say we were interested.

I was referred to as a telepath and an empath. Even though it was thought I had never heard of such, apparently Dr. Ludwig had. All our sessions ever consisted of was her asking me to read the thoughts and emotions of those in the next room to us and she would take notes. She never really gave me any advice to help me or offer any clues as how she planned to "fix" me.

Amelia was labeled as a seer, but then she already knew that. However, she only receives premonitions about things that will happen to one or all of the three of us. Dr. Ludwig had picked up on that little specific detail as well. Sometimes it is something that will happen minutes from now or months. She says that events are the clearest the closer they are to occurring and the further away it is looks blurry like opening your eyes under water. The premonitions are not definite, they may be changed one way or the other, but they do eventually happen. One time she got this premonition that she was going to get one hell of a toe curling kiss from Rebecca, a very attractive orderlies. So Bella-forever trying to keep Ames out of trouble-told Rebecca that she knew about her feelings toward Amelia in an attempt to keep her from kissing her. Rebecca not only kissed the shit out of Amelia, but she also attempted to have sex with her as well. Rebecca was enamored with Ames and wanted to be the one to pop her cherry. Bella and I broke it up before things could get out of hand, and then Rebecca quit and wrote Amelia several letters in the weeks to follow.

Bella was labeled as a fire wielder. The fire that she started which caused her father's death was because a man had broken into their house and had a gun pointed at her dad's head while he was asleep on the couch. Upon see this, Bella for once lost all control and fire shot from her hands in all directions. She blacked out and the intruder had carried her out of the burning house to safety while her father was still asleep inside. Bella realized early on the need for her to maintain her temper because if she even got a little upset sparks would crack in her palms. She practiced meditation techniques constantly. She learned how to keep her emotions in check and she rarely displayed any strong emotions except in her eyes and of course me and Amelia could read her like a book.

While eating our meal I thought of my new family. Amelia, Bella, and I have been here for years.

Bella arrived first, four years ago. At thirteen she was charged with starting a fire that killed her father when. He was the local police chief and her mother was apparently no much of a parent and just let the state take her into custody. She was committed to a hospital near her hometown of Forks, Washington, but they were apparently under equipped to deal with her problem so they shipped her here and like the rest of us here she remains.

Amelia arrived two months before me. She said she saw that she needed to be here when I arrived so she could help me adjust and meet my family. She let her father in on her little secret and where she could go to get help and so he had her committed and here she remains.

Anyway the three of us immediately became inseparable. The doctors took notice quickly that when we were all three together our problems were easier for us to manage, which was true. We all live in the same room even though the rooms are only made to house two patients at a time. We convinced Dr. Ludwig that we could sleep better if we were in the same room together, which was also true. She reluctantly agreed, but then again when the three of us pour on the charm we have found that nobody is immune.

Bella has always been like the mother figure of our trio. Without her I think that Ames and I would have been in so much trouble that we would have been shipped off to another institution by now. She keeps us grounded. Bella is the quiet one and always takes a few minutes to absorb everything before reacting.

Amelia has always been the life of our group. I don't think I have ever seen her unhappy. Mad-yes, pissed-definitely, but never unhappy. The best way for me to describe Ames is that she is floating around on a breeze and enjoys every minute of it no matter where she may land.

They call me the glue because I brought us together and I keep us together.

We are all each other have had for these past years. We are family. I still had Gran to an extent, but not really. I worry so much for her that I really never go to a happy place anymore when thinking of her. I love her, but even when I do hear from her all I do is think of the way things used to be and would never be again. But I still missed her and felt as if it was my duty to the Stackhouse family to take care of her. I have always dreamed that I would be released from here and go home and get a job and take care of her. I don't have any work experience, but I am a hard worker and far from lazy. I take pride in myself with a job well done no matter how tiny or insignificant it may be.

After I still did not receive anything from Gran during mail call I begged Amelia again to concentrate on Gran's future even if I knew it was fruitless. She did as I asked and only said what she had said numerous times before that she doesn't see a future were I hear from Gran yet. She can't see anything of just Gran because it did have one of us in it. We immediately made plans for a after hours visit to Dr. Ludwig's office tonight. Bella sighed, but knew how important this was to me and I was getting some damn answers.

TBC