I went outside to take a breath of fresh air. As I took a deep breath, I felt my thoughts clear. I heard the door to the bar close. I got ready for another attack. Nothing.

"You okay?" someone asked me.

I looked up and saw Eric looking at me. Oh yeah I forgot. I was going to thank him, but I wanted to clear my head first. I opened my mouth to say something, but a loud snap caused my whole body to go cold and numb.

"Don't worry, miss! It's just Bill!" Sookie called, opening the door.

Bill? Who was this 'Bill' person? Was he a werewolf? If so, I was ready to fight. Oops. Looks like I was wrong. Bill looked pretty normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. Sookie walked out of the bar and locked the door behind her.

"This is Bill Compton. He's a vampire."

So this Bill guy was a vampire. Looks like I'm safe.

"Oh, I'm sorry! My name's Isabella Lincoln!" I shouted.

"So that's what your name is," Eric said.

Suddenly, I felt my knees lock. I managed to prevent myself from falling. All of a sudden, I heard a twig snap. Then another one.

"Looks like the werewolves found us," Bill snarled, revealing his fangs.

I took out my silver knife. After all, wasn't silver fatal to werewolves? Sookie unlocked the door and pushed me inside. She followed close behind and locked the door.

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"Are you crazy? We'll get torn to shreds if we were outside," Sookie said to me.

I frowned. I was a vampire. Why wasn't I allowed to fight? Sure, I had the build of a 14 year old (because that's the age I'm frozen at), but I was still strong. I headed for the door. Before I could try to unlock it, something hit the side of the building. Then, something hit the door. I fell over, my knife nearly digging into my skin.

"Are you crazy!"

"Sookie, I'll be fine. Please let me fight," I protested.

My eyes were begging her to let me go outside. Sighing, Sookie took the set of keys and unlocked the door. I quickly ran outside. Sookie locked the door again. I was outside all alone. Without a weapon.

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Panic began to set in. Bill and Eric were nowhere in sight. So, I decided to walk home. My house was on a busy street, so I was certain that nothing would be waiting for me, right? Right?

As I reached the front door, I heard leaves crunching loudly. I turned my head a little. A pack of werewolves had been following me the whole time! Frantically, I opened the front door. I slammed

the door shut, barely stepping away from it. I didn't want to cry. Mother always told me that it wasn't good to cry. Thump. With each thump, I backed away from the door. Finally, the door broke down. Looks like this is it, I thought. I closed my eyes and waited for the fatal blow.

"Poor little vampire. All alone in this big house," one of the werewolves sneered.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out. The only thing that escaped my lips was silence. Then, there were several loud, deafening screams. I opened my left eye. The werewolves were being slaughtered. My eyes snapped open as I watched the slaughter.

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"That was a tough fight," Bill sighed.

I couldn't thank Bill and Eric quick enough. Before long, I was rambling. Finally, I managed to catch my breath before I sounded like a fool.

"Werewolves and vampire's have been fighting for centuries. We have to get rid of them," Eric said.

In the pale light, Eric and Bill looked menacing. Hard to believe that I was the same species as them. Vampire.

"Things weren't this bad in Romania," I muttered.

"What do you mean?" Bill asked me, confused.

I opened my mouth to talk, but once again, no words came out. I guess I said something that I shouldn't have. Eric looked at me, confused.

"No werewolves?"
"What? Oh, there weren't any werewolves!" I shouted.

"How unusual. Any problems with vampires?" Bill asked.

"Lots of problems with them," I answered.

There was a knock at the kitchen window. I entered the cold kitchen and opened the window. Sookie was standing there. She was holding my silver knife.

"Figured you wanted this back," Sookie said, handing me the knife.

"Thanks," I answered, closing the window.

Then came the "witching hour"...