Hey peoples, having wrote much of this story in ages, really sorry! That's if anybody's reading it K Oh well xD

I do not own anything you recognize from True Blood. (Damn!)

The Past And The Present

I drove home and packed the essentials, always an easy job as this was common for me.

For my security, I packed a miniature camera for above the front door and the screen of which the picture would show up on. Also, I put in some censors and a tracking device.

Better to be safe than sorry.

I put my suitcase into the trunk of my car and drove off, on my way to Bon Temps.

When I arrived at the house in the forest, I realised what Jeremy meant when he said it was isolated. I had to drive about half a mile in through thick forest until I came to the clearing where the house itself stood.

Once inside, I quickly applied all my security measures to the house.

I knew vampire's could only get inside if the were invited, but who says it would just be vampire's getting angry with me every once in a while?

After that, the hunger kicked in. I searched around inside my duffel bag and finally found what I was looking for…Trueblood. It didn't look very appetising, damn, it wasn't very appetising, but it worked.

I heated it up and drank it…I wasn't fully satisfied until I'd had six more. The more the merrier.

Sometimes before certain jobs, jobs involving very old vampire's, my colleagues would take turns in giving me their blood. It was amusing actually…watching one of them draw the short straw. It wasn't as if I enjoyed it, I worked with them for God's sakes.

Everyone knew I was the best at what I did and I had only been photographed once. Nobody had caught me yet. I knew I was a topic of conversation for vampire's, especially among the Sheriff's…they were cautious. The King's and Queen's were searching for me, yet their best people had not succeeded in finding me.

No vampire had lived to tell the other's of what I am and I intended to keep it that way.

I climbed into bed. Sunlight was not a problem for me, nor was silver.

That night I dreamt of my past, my haunting past. How the change for me had not worked and how the vampire had expected me to die…well I didn't - and he learned that soon after. The bond that joins the fledgling to their sire did not effect me a great deal because of the human side still clinging on for dear life.

I woke up, the sun was releasing her last radiant rays before she disappeared under the horizon.

I rose and took a shower, preparing myself for the night ahead. Tonight, I would kill another sheriff and return to headquarters…another task terminated.

I put my working attire on, which consisted of mainly leather garments. Leather pants, leather jacket, leather boots…easy to clean - that spoke for itself.

My sword fitted neatly into a extensive pocket starting out at the base of my femur.

My gun was loaded with silver bullets but, of course, I couldn't take that inside 'Fangtasia' with me - they would smell it. So it was all down to me and my trusty sword, he was so familiar to me, he was like a friend. My loyal fighting partner - my most prized possession.

I made my way around to the garage and pushed open the door. There she was, waiting in all her glory…my motorcycle.

I put my gun under the seat and climbed on.

Putting on my helmet, I wondered if it would always be like this.

Revving up the engine, I sped off into the encroaching woods. When I got on the motorway, heading for Fangtasia, I had time to relax myself. I wanted this to be a quick job so I could go back home but I hadn't been very neat lately. In fact, I had been sloppy.

This was not the time for sloppiness. Dear God, please stop me from being sloppy. Amen.