Disclaimer: I don't own True Blood. But I do own Elsie.

Elsie came into consciousness with a groan and a pounding in her head. This seems awfully familiar… she thought, before recent events came rushing into her head. If I don't open my eyes, then it's not real. I'm not stuck in a TV show in someone else's body…or even more probably, I'm not some mad neuroscientists' illegal, unethical experiment at transferring a human conscious from body to body by transplanting their brains. Yep, nope, it was all a dream and when I open my eyes, I will be back in my dorm room. I will get up and see Rach and Gin. I will be Asian again!

Elsie gathered her courage and slowly opened her eyes, hardly daring to hope but also hardly daring to believe that the events prior to awakening had been real. She groaned to find herself back in the hotel room from earlier. Sighing, she resigned herself – for the moment – to being stuck with crazy kidnappers and a foreign – white! – body that did not belong to her. Glancing around, she saw that she was once more left by herself and her kidnappers were nowhere to be seen. That meant that she had time to formulate a plan to get out of the situation she found herself in. It didn't matter that she was in someone else's body, that all she had was the clothes on her back, or that she was who-knows-where. The only thing that mattered at the moment was getting away from the crazies before she had the leisure to panic and let the severity of the situation hit her.

So, with that thought, she got up and checked the drawers, closet, and bathroom for anything that could be of use before heading to the windows to see if she could feasibly escape that way. Creepily, she found a few spare clothes in her size and various toiletries, as well as a wallet with some money. She quickly changed out of the pajamas she found herself in into a pair of comfortable jeans and a T-shirt, pocketing the wallet with a quick prayer of thanks. Well, if she happened to find a way out, at least she had some cash and a form of identification on her. She made a mental note to check the contents of the wallet more thoroughly once she found a way out and away from these people.

Else let out a silent groan of disappointment when she saw that the floor she was on was way too high to climb out and it faced the street. There was no way she could escape inconspicuously through that route.

Drawing on all the knowledge she's managed to glean from movies and TV shows, she looked up at the vent and contemplated the efficacy of the vent as an escape route or a way to at least hear what was going on in the other room. The vent could possibly carry sound from the other room. She nodded decisively. She would have to settle for some information gathering and bide her time until a better escape route presented itself.

The vent was large and near the ground, situated next to the dresser, so she knelt before the vent and flipped it open, hoping that would be enough to hear what was going on in the other room. Fortunately, luck was on her side because she could hear faint whispers of the conversation between her kidnappers. But, it wasn't enough. She would have to go further and unscrew the vent, and stuff as much of herself into it as she could. Surprisingly (she had forgotten the size and dimensions of the new body she now possessed), her whole body fit and she had just enough space to crawl.

With some measure of glee and fear, Elsie closed the vent behind her – it wouldn't do to make such a rookie mistake after all – and started crawling through the dirty vent, praying she wouldn't come across any cockroaches or rodents. The now-blonde girl carefully made her way through the vent systems, trying to minimize the amount of noise she made, before she came to a split. Deciding to go the Gandalf-way, she took a quick whiff and turned left toward the source of fresher air.

Elsie had crawled for what felt like hours but was in reality minutes, her body producing sweat that caused all manners of dust and filth to stick to her, before the voices became loud enough for her to decipher. Not wanting to risk discovery, Elsie crawled forward a few more paces before she stopped to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"...tell them. Someone has to, and they'll probably know what to do. They've lived for a long time and must have come across something like this, right?" A male spoke, a tinge of desperation in his voice.

"Yeah, you're right. They'll wake in about an hour, so we just have to sit tight until then. I'll just check on Elsie real quick, alright?" The female voice said. Elsie panicked, before she realized that she left no clue of her whereabouts behind. She was safe, for now, but her chances of escape had just gotten exponentially harder. Who else was in this place? In her current filthy state, she would stick out like a sore thumb.

"Jason!" She heard the blonde woman from before shout. "She's gone! Elsie's gone! We have to find her! She's wandering about lost and alone, with no idea of who she really is! Someone could hurt her!"

"Sookie, Sookie. Calm down. What do you mean she's gone? How could she have left? We were right here and the only way to leave is through the living area," the man, Jason, soothed.

Elsie sighed. Well, at least they were honest about their names, as crazy and implausible as it seems, she thought. An unbidden thought entered her mind about the possibility of her really being in the TB world before she shook it off and banished it into the furthest recesses of her mind. After all, such a thing was impossible. She refocused on the conversation, having been lost in her thoughts for a bit.

"…split up and find her, alright? There's no way she could have gone far. We'll find her soon, don't worry. Besides, we have an advantage. If anyone's seen her recently, she might be in people's thoughts," Jason was saying. Elsie's brain stuttered to a stop. Either these people were really, truly, certifiably insane or she was. Or, as impossible as it seemed, she was truly in True Blood. Elsie started panicking; none of these options were spelled good news for her. Her breaths came loud and fast, no matter how hard she tried to stifle them, aware that if she could hear them then they could hear her.

Luckily, it seems that while she had been coming to realize that the impossible just might be possible, the two had already left on their search for her. Elsie quickly crawled through the air ducts, sighting the vent a short distance away after a minute or so. Once she reached the other vent, she realized she had another issue at hand: how was she going to open the vent from the inside?

Thinking furiously for a few minutes, Elsie decided to go back to the room and leave normally, since the two had already left and the rooms should be empty. With no room to maneuver, Elsie crawled as fast as she could backwards, disregarding any attempts at silence and stealth. Once she reached her starting point and got out of the vent, she quickly changed and washed off what she could before cautiously exiting the room into the living room. Seeing that the living room was truly empty, Elsie quickly crossed the room and opened the door out.

Peeking out, she saw that the coast was clear and stepped into the hallway. Brushing out her hair, Elsie casually walked down the hallway, hoping to see a sign indicating the stairway before anyone saw her. Most likely, the two had gone straight to the lobby, thinking she would go there. Well, she wouldn't. She would go a floor up, find a storage closet that had some towels, and a public bathroom where she could better clean up. After all, a clean appearance would attract much less attention than her somewhat currently dusty and dirty one.

As she made her way down the hallway, up the stair well she finally found an entrance to, down another hallway, and into a public bathroom her mind produced the "Pink Panther" theme song. She would hum "Mission Impossible" but for the life of her, she could never remember it. Unable to help herself, she found herself humming the song under her breath as she cleaned up. Finally satisfied with her appearance, she trashed the dirty towels and leisurely made her way out, secure in the fact that her two kidnappers would be looking for her downstairs. After all, if she were trying to escape, why would she go up? It defies logic.

It was only when she reached the stairwell that her fear made another appearance. As she steadily made her way down, her fear and anxiety rising, the light filtering into the stairwell slowly darkened as the sun set.

Sooo….I might start experimenting with POV and narrative styles as well as tenses. What do you guys think? Should I switch to first person? And should I try my hand at writing a character's POV (like Sookie's or Jason's or Godric's)?

So, a lot won't be happening until the next chapter. And I will be introducing more dialogue then too Sorry.

Next chapter: Godric makes an appearance! Elsie confronts the fact that she is now Elsie Stackhouse, younger sister to Jason and Sookie Stackhouse, in the vampire infested world of True Blood.

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