Welcome back my readers! I am beyond excited to continue my creation for you all. I hope you enjoy what this chapter has to offer.

I've become a monster, I've become everything I said I wouldn't, and staying true to my word, I'm going to take out my own trash so no one has to deal with my baggage any longer.

Life is nothing but a game, and I'm forfeiting my piece of the pie. I'm bad for it, as it's bad for me.

And I'm not sorry for the things that I have done, I'm never going to be sorry; in the moment of activity I wasn't sorry, so why should I be now as the darkness is coming in and the end is nearing.

I was supposed to feel peace, and only peace, but alas I did not. I felt and still feel pain, a large amount of it. A moan of agony slips past my lips before I could stop it at the realization that I had the dream again. The dream of my memories. It has been nearly 4 months since I attempted to end my life in my caretakers' home. It has been nearly 4 months since I was shipped off to another town, another house, another family. The cycle repeats, always.

Bon Temps is my new," home," and what a home it is not.

Many would try to get me to speak or open up, but I would not very often. There was no point in trying to talk when the cycle would tear me away again. It always did, it never failed.

So here I am, laying in the bed gifted to me by the Stackhouse's, staring at the ceiling wishing for my doom to arrive already. The sun has not even risen, and yet my nap for the night cannot continue as it so normally does.

The shrill voice of a girl yelling my name sends my nerves into an over drive, and brings me forward from my thoughts.

"Danielle!"

"Danielle!"

"Danielle, you must come with me. It's Sookie!"

"Please, Elle, you must answer. God damnit. Answer me!"

The yelling does not cease, so with what little strength I had I went to the rotting window and pushed it open to the redhead that so eagerly wished for my presence.

"Who the fuck are you?" Danielle snarls, in annoyance, without realizing she broke her vow of silence to herself.

Before the woman can even hound her for more questions Danielle is pulled from the window by the redhead," My name is Jessica, and I do not have much time to explain. Please just don't freak out and hold on tight."

Danielle did not get the chance to protest for she bounded forward at an unnatural speed. She tried to scream but her throat froze with the harsh wind that pounded against her. And after what seemed like hours, but surely was a few minutes, the redhead placed her gently on her feet.

"Please, you will be told everything later. Sookie is in this bar, near death, please you must see her," she pleaded pushing her towards a door that a short, stout, old woman was scowling out of. "Just go, please. My maker will be pissed if he finds out I brought you, of all god damn people here, but I had to. Sookie made me promise. Go god damnit!"

"Fuck, alright," I said with a scowl equal to that of the old hag," fucking crazy bitch."

If I was smart, I would have paid attention to where I was walking into before I walked through the door that she held open for me, before scurrying away like a coward.

"Sook, you better be fucking in here. This crazy bitch…" my voice died at the sight before me. Sookie on a table with 3 horrendous scratches down her back," What the fuck?"

The two men surrounding her looked to me with surprise evident in their gaze, and before I could quite comprehend what was going on I was plastered against a wall starring into a pair of deep cerulean eyes," Who are you?" The man before me hissed out with a hypnotic ring.

"Please let me go," I asked in a voice void of emotion. I grew too use to violent outbursts and knew the best way to remain intact without harm is that of the void; lack of emotion.

His hold did not lessen, nor did he release me, he only seemed to pull his body closer to mine while tightening his hold upon me," Who. Are. You," he pressed again seething with annoyance and a hint of curiosity.

"Please let me go," I answered once more, voice lacking of the emotion this man before me so wished I would feel.

"Eric, put her down!" Another male voice bombarded into my ear drums "She is in Sookie's care. Put her down!"

"What he said," I smirk up to the giant before falling promptly on my rear as if I was dropped.

"Bill, who is she?" The tall man who rudely attacked me demanded.

"Fuck, Sook," I mumbled groaning to my feet, ignoring their conversation, in order to rush to her side, "What the fuck did you dickwads do to her?" I in turn demanded, glaring at these two men. And as my glare carved over each of their forms I took in every detail that I could, burning them into my memory. The man who spoke so ignorantly to me was tall, very tall, giant like, and wore a hilarious kind of track suit with slicked back short blonde hair, and had eyes of ice. The other, now the other, looked quite familiar but I just could not place his face. These past four months have been nothing but a blur to me and my eyes, to every face I saw, and every name I was told never stuck quite well in my memory box, and I am quite literally kicking myself for that.

My glare was evenly matching with that of the ice the blonde put out, and I was tempted to stick my tongue out at him in annoyance. However I knew that I would get no where letting my emotions go into overload. So sighing in defeat I let my angry shell melt away from my aura with a deep breath," Please, what happened? I am so confused. And worried, really fucking worried."