This is my first Fanfic so be gentle please :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to Charlaine Harris
Chapter 1
As I cleared up the kitchen, I pondered on the last few weeks. I'd met Bill, was almost beaten to death and met the Sheriff of Area 5. My life had certainly taken a turn for the unexpected. But not for the worse I reasoned, at least I'd finally found some peace from the constant inane thoughts whilst I'm with the vampires. A relief I'd never dreamed I'd find.
Just as I was shutting the house down for the night and was about to head to bed, I heard a peculiar noise coming from outside. I slowly made my way to the front door and opened it an inch or two to peer outside but I couldn't see anything so I pulled it wide open. The noise had stopped but I wondered what had caused it in the first place. I pulled my dressing gown tight around me and decided to investigate further; I stepped out onto the porch and walked up to the far end.
I got halfway before I was ceased from behind and locked in an iron grip. I frantically reached out with my mind but only to a void. Vampire. Although I knew physically struggling was fruitless I continued anyway, kicking and scratching like wild animal. "Son of a bitch. Let me go!!!" The vampire had yet to address me and was petrified as to what he, or at least I was assuming it was a he, wanted from me. Then I heard a sound which quickly clarified what this vamp wanted from me. The sound of his fangs descending as he leant in to smell my neck "Delicious" Was all he said before he plunged his fangs into my neck.
Searing pain shot through my body as he carelessly ripped the delicate skin of my neck open. I renewed my struggles, as I desperately tried to think of a way to get help. Bill was in New Orleans, so he was out and no one else lived close enough to be of help. I was starting to feel heavy and drowsy from blood loss as the strange vamp clutched me to him and continued to drink. Shit, he's going to drain me panic surged through my body. Eric. Eric would help me, he liked me. If only I could contact him somehow. I was startled when the vampire spoke to me "You are so sweet, I haven't tasted one like you in decades. I think I will keep you." Due to the amount of blood he had taken it took me a moment to realize the implications of his words. He wanted to turn me. NO! I did not want to be a vampire and I would not become one. He has started sucking at my neck again and with every draw I could feel my life leaving me. I started screaming like a banshee and gathered up the last my strength in order to knee him in the balls, a feat only possibly because of how close he was holding me to him. He stilled instantly but didn't move and I panicked it hadn't worked but a second after he collapsed on the floor, turns out whether your vamp or not a kick in the balls is still a kick in the balls if you're a male. As soon as he hit the floor I started to stumble towards my front door. I knew I'd be safe if I could just get inside, he couldn't enter without an invitation. My vision was starting to get blurry and my steps waned more and more but at last I was at the thresh hold and I threw myself over. I landed on my stomach just in the doorway.
"You fucking little snivelling whore." The vamp was growling at me from the other side of the door, his face a twisted mask of fury and hunger. I quickly kicked the door shut. I couldn't bear to look at him. It was only then I noticed blood still trickling from my neck. I crawled to the table where the phone was and pulled it down to me. I was about to dial 911but then paused and remembered there was possibly an angry vampire still outside. Right it Eric it would be. Luckily the number for Fangtasia was easy enough to remember. Whilst it rung I noticed the room was starting to spin slightly and that I was getting bright flashes infront of my eyes. This was not good. I tried to stem the flow of blood with my hand but it wasn't making a difference, the wound was too deep.
"Fangtasia the bar with bite." Great I would have to get the most brainless fangerbanger waitress, Ginger.
"Ginger….Very important…..I need Eric….Must speak with him….NOW." My speech was slurred and I was trying to fight the impulse to just fall asleep or maybe pass out.
"Who-"
"Sookie Stackhouse. Get……Eric…..Please." I was starting to loose the battle to remain conscience. However a voice on the phone roused me slightly after what seemed like months of waiting.
"Sookie my little telepath, you asked for me?"
"Errrrrrrrricccccc. It's not good…..bad vampire at my house. He took….too much. Help please. Think I'm - " I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence, because at that moment the threatening darkness overwhelmed me and dragged me under.
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