A/N: I am soooo sorry for how long this took and how short the last chapter was. The second chapter was short because FF decided to eat about a thousand words or so of it and when I tried to fix it the thing got all saedo on me. Also, I had been going back and forth with even having and EPOV in the beginning of this. I decided it wasn't necessary - we all know they're looking - and it will make the story more confusing and just be too much of too much right now. What do you think? Good choice in adding an EPOV at a later date? *THANKS TO CULLENS DARLIN I HAVE REALIZED HOW CONFUSING THAT MAY SEEM. EDWARD'S POINT OF VIEW WOULD BE THE ONE I AM SPEAKING OF. THANKS FOR THE HEADS UP!*

I hope you enjoy this chapter. After all, it took several days to perfect on my own and decide how I wanted it to go. Thanks for your patients, comments, and adds!

I really wasn't sure how long I had been laying there. I tried not to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to think, it hurt to do anything. I wondered what happened to me, what got me here, where I was and who… Holy crow! Who am I?

I opened my eyes to try and see, but everything seemed hazed in red, like I was under some sort of cover. Then I realized it was blood. I started getting nauseous, light headed, and ready to scream. This had to be my blood, but why was I bleeding, and why did I feel like I had been run over by a bus? Had I been run over by a bus? It was a possibility, I had absolutely no idea about anything else. And then I froze

"What is this I hear? And the smell is delicious." A slightly accented male voice came from the distance.

"Mmm, smells nearly innocent, yes?" A female.

"Perhaps we have found an easy meal?" The male replied.

Excuse me? An easy… My blood. Were they after my blood? I could smell me now. At first I thought it was something else, something I had landed in, but the overwhelming copper penny smell was actually me. It was a warm, metallic, disgusting smell and I could taste it in my mouth and the back of my throat. I thought I was going to throw up.

"This is a small place, it has to be a local, you know we can not do that." She said.

Could I have been a local? Maybe they knew my name?

"Look! The poor thing looks like a bloody rag doll. How is it she's still alive?" He sounded a bit concerned. He walked over to me, all eight feet and seven hundred pounds of him. OK, fine, six and a half feet tall is more like it. He was built huge, muscles on muscles it seemed. He and the blonde walked up to me slowly, the man had a small smile on his face, as if he were trying to sooth my worry.

Before I knew what he was doing he had me cradled in his arms. My body screamed in pain. There was pain places I didn't even know existed. I whimpered, that was all I could do. Any more and I would probably die. I felt incredibly weak and tired.

The woman hovered over us, she seemed a little less enthused with the whole situation. As it stood, I was in so much pain I willed her to kill me and be done with it. If he was a blonde, blue eyed sex pot, she was his twin. If I were gay…wait…was I? I took a long, hard look at her, realizing how amazingly beautiful she was, but just didn't have that extra itch from her, not like this guy. Straight, I decided.

"Eric, this is a thin rope we teeter on. We should take her to the hospital. If Sookie finds out we've killed an innocent human she'll never help you again." Huh, who was Sookie? And Eric is quite a nice name...

"I don't plan on harming her, Pam, I plan on saving her. She's too pretty to just let go." He winked at Pam and looked down at me. "You, girl, can you speak?" It was flattering, but then the whole - you girl - thing was a little disrespectful. I opened my mouth to speak, and I choked and gurgled on, what I assumed at this juncture, was blood. I winced, from the pain and from the awful feeling in my mouth and throat.

"You're near death. I need you to drink my blood." He coaxed. My eyes fluttered open and I locked eyes with him and sighed.

"You're kind of beautiful." I breathed. I had no idea where that came from. But, he was. Pam rolled her eyes and Eric grinned, fangs sticking slightly out of his gums.

Wait a minute…he has fangs? What the hell was he? OOOH! He was a vampire!

"Drink from me, beautiful." Eric glared at me and I choked. He extended his fangs and bit into his wrist. Strangely enough it was quite sexy. There was seriously something wrong with me.

"I don't want to be dead!" I groaned.

"This is what I'm trying to prevent, dear. Shush yourself and drink." Eric sighed.

"No, I mean, I don't want to be a vampire." I shook my head slightly.

"Oh, no, you won't be. This is going to make you all better, open wide." He spoke to me like a child and I slacked my lips and he pressed his open wound to mouth. At first it was kind of disgusting, but suddenly it was the most delicious tasting liquid I had ever had, even though it was quite thick. I grabbed a hold of him, trying to drink as much of it as I could and my eyes closed in ecstasy. I heard Eric moan and then he took his wrist away from me. "I know it's delicious, but you've had enough."

"I think we should take her to the hospital." Pam urged.

"While she heals faster than any human? I think not. We'll take her back to the bar." Eric snapped.

Pam raised an eyebrow.

"Call Sookie." He resolved. There we go with Sookie again, who was she? Was she a doctor or something? Clearly I'd need at least a band aid.

"Excuse me but, who are you?" I asked. I could tell that my voice alone had become much stronger.

"Eric, and this is Pam."

"And…one more thing." I nibbled her bottom lip. They looked at me expectantly. I knew I had to ask them, but it would sound rather dumb. I figured just go with it. I'm already in the arms of vampires, if they don't like me they'll just kill me anyway, so why not sound like a tard? "Who am I?"

"You don't know?" Pam finally spoke to me, not about me as if I wasn't crumpled up right there.

"No, actually. Do I have a wallet or something? Ugh, this is so embarrassing." Embarrassing wasn't the half of it. I didn't know who I was or where I was or where I was from. Was I from here? I supposed not, considering Pam had said something about a small town and that I may be local, but they didn't seem to recognize me.

Wait, was this one of those deep, out in the country, weirdo cult compounds? I didn't have long to find this out. Once Pam and Eric decided what they were going to do with me we were up and away. Eric mumbled something about staining the interior so we hoofed it. They ran really fast, but that did nothing for the pain. I thought I was going to die, but at the same time I could feel things healing and getting better. It was like I was in some alternate universe.

Hey, maybe that's what happened. I'm dreaming one of those really real ones and eventually I'll wake up knowing exactly who I am. Was that even possible?

My body ached, bad, and I was still being carried by a vampire. I had absolutely no idea where I was but it didn't really matter, did it? I didn't even know who the hell I was.

We were walking in the woods, which was odd, but they were vampires. And it was night, that of course I knew. The air was warm and sticky with humidity. I was sweating, I think, or it might have just been the blood.

We arrived at a sweet looking white farm house with a huge wide open yard. The covered porch was illuminated by the lamp near the door and as we stepped up the stairs they creaked. Eric shifted me in his arms so that he could knock on the door and we waited.

"Who is it?" A female's voice was muffled through the door, but you could hear her thick southern accent.

"Sookie, it is Eric and Pam. We have a surprise for you." He seemed really happy about it. Wonder what it could be? OH! Jesus, I'm duh… Me. I wasn't much of a surprise, of course I was to myself, I didn't even know who I was - SURPRISE!

"Eric, it's midnight. I have to work in the mornin'." She sighed as she opened the door. When she saw me her mouth dropped open and she glared at him. "Who is this? And why is she all bloodied up?"

"She fell from a cliff." Pam interjected. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh, don't worry. It's true, I can tell by your damage and the area we found you in." She said it as if it were going to reassure me.

The thought that I fell from a cliff tugged at something deep down, but I assumed it was just the fact that it actually happened to me.

"What cliff?" Sookie now had her hands on her hips and she was tapping her foot. She had on a huge grey, ratty t-shirt on with kittens on it. Her blonde hair was tied up in a knot at the top of her head.

"The only cliff in Bon Temps, Sookie." Pam snorted and then shot a look at Eric. "Sometimes I don't get why we bother."

"Pam, calm down or I'm not replacing your shoes." He warned and she looked down and pouted. The wet ground must have ruined them.

"Why isn't she at the freaking hospital?" Sookie squeaked in utter frustration. "She could be dying. She probably is dying!"

"No, she's far from that. She's healing perfectly fine at the moment. Better than fine, actually. Superb, really." Eric went on proudly. Sookie's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped. She hissed at him and pinched her nose.

"You gave her your blood?" She seethed. "Do you even know who she is?"

"Of course I did, and no I do not. But, she doesn't know that information either, so we are safe." Eric seemed so proud of himself. I just wanted to lay down.

"Hospital, hostel, hotel in the red light district, a coffin, I don't care. I just need to lay down." I whimpered. "And perhaps wash." I added, this was also important as I looked over what I could have of myself. I was muddy, bloody, and sweaty. I was horrid.

"You don't even know your name?" Sookie asked me. She seemed honestly concerned, which was nice, but she was a little thick. That or she thought I was lying which sort of pissed me off.

"I'm just kidding. See, I throw myself off of cliffs all the time and then act as if I don't know who I am. It's my thing." I rolled my eyes, regretting it from the pain, and pouted my lip out. Eric laughed loud and hard, startling me.

"I like her. She's spunky!" He smiled. I pouted more.

"Bring her in here, she needs to be washed up and when most of her major injuries heal we're taking her to the hospital. People may be looking for her. I'll call up the sheriff and see if he's heard anything on a missing person." Sookie seemed sweet, really she did. "But those shoes come of or you're not coming in." She pointed at Pam's feet. I tried to look down, but just couldn't do it.

Eric stood there at the thresh hold and stared at Sookie expectantly. I was confused. "Um, you're huge, are you seriously afraid of entering her house? It doesn't sound like this is the first time you've met." I rambled.

"Is Bill here?" He asked, ignoring me. If he was afraid of someone named Bill he had to be huge, or ancient. Eric seemed to be big enough and strong enough to take care of himself.

"Bill is not here. And even if he was you'd still be invited in. Won't you please come into my home?" Sookie smiled. Where the hell was I? I sucked in - hard - from the pain of the movement. I hadn't realized that he was so still during this entire exchange. Eric stared expectantly at Sookie and she sighed, smiling pathetically at me.

"What shall I do with her?" Eric finally asked.

"Can she stand?" She replied with her own question. Eric shrugged, making me hurt again, and tried to set me down on my feet. I stood there for a good four or five seconds and then suddenly my legs gave out and I was about to meet the floor with my face. Eric was there to catch me, thought, God love him.

"No, she can not." He concluded correctly.

"No shit!" I whined. That hurt like a son of a bitch, now what?

"Take her upstairs to the spare bedroom bathroom and I'll start a bath." Sookie shook her head. The pity she had for me was insane. She didn't even know me and here she was treating me like an old friend. One who got hit by a bus… Well, no, one who fell off a cliff.

Eric did as she said and carried me up stairs. Sookie called down to Pam to make some chamomile tea and though Pam argued I could hear her rustling around in what must have been the kitchen. When Sookie was done filling the tub with what she said was a family cure - Epsom salt, lavender, and Mr. Bubble - she stared at Eric and me for a minute. "Do you feel comfortable with him undressing you or would you rather take a chance with me dropping you?"

"Whatever." I sighed. Eric decided to just hold me while Sookie literally peeled my jeans and blouse off. They were so covered in fluids - mine and the elements - that we decided to just toss them. Eric picked me up one last time, not even ashamed of staring at my boobs, and placed me in the tub. I gasped. They froze. "Heaven!" I exclaimed.

"Eric, go make sure Pam isn't destroying my house out of anger. I'm going to stay with her and help her wash." Sookie ordered these vampires around like they were nothing. I kind of loved her.

I tried to concentrate and not let the fact that the water was getting so filthy so fast, and just closed my eyes and let my head fall back.

"Honey, do you have any idea who you are or where you came from? I understand if you were too scared to talk around those two. They can be a little intimidating, but…" She smiled at something and looked back at me. "Pam is a good friend to have if you earn her trust and Eric… Eric is a horny, manipulative, ass. But, he is also a wonderful friend to have. I think you have Eric wrapped around your pretty little finger already. Don't worry about them."

"I honestly don't know. I don't even remember what happened to me. I can only remember pain and blood. There was nothing in my clothes, like an ID?" I asked. The full affect was starting to sink in, but I held it back. I'd wait to fall apart until I was alone.

"You poor thing, you know… Once you heal good enough we'll take you to the hospital and see if you might have some kind of record in the system. You know, now a days they have everyone in the computer. But, I need to call you somethin…" She tapped her bottom lip and then stared at me like she needed to poop. Suddenly my head felt foggy and heavy. "I can't catch anything."

I just raised an eyebrow still flipping from that Jedi mind thing.

"I can hear thoughts, some are strong enough that I can see. I was hoping there would be something deep in there where I could find your name." She pouted. Something about that tugged at me. For the second time in less than two hours I felt this weird déjà vu thing. "Is there something you like that I can call you?"

"Um, I don't know…" I stared blankly. It was so hard to think.

"Well, you are one tough cookie. Breanna means strong, we could try that one on for size. Or Brea? Let me know if you can think of something from your memories. Perhaps a good night sleep will help you." She smiled affectionately while she scrubbed me and washed my hair. I was sure I could do it myself, but I was just too tired. It felt like I had ran a marathon and then plunged off a cliff.

When my bath was over and I let the name she suggested sink in I smiled when she brought me a white t-shirt and black shorts. "I kind of like Brea." I blushed. Sookie smiled and stayed while I dressed. She walked me into the bedroom I hadn't had time to really look at and I smiled. "How pretty!"

"This was my room, but I use it as a spare now. Since Gran passed I've been using her room. Make yourself at home, Brea. Also, there's a little hidey-hole under the floor in the closet for wayward vampire friends. It's not occupied tonight, so don't worry."

I looked at her strange and then tried to understand. "You didn't need to tell me that, you know." I grimaced.

"Right, sorry. Get some sleep, I'll have breakfast in the morning. I work at noon, if you're still asleep check the oven and your food will be in there. Make yourself at home, sweetie." And she exited the room.

I took one more look around and smiled. This place was so warm, I could learn to really like it here. I tucked myself into bed and flicked the switch on the bedside lamp. The room went dark and I quickly fell asleep.