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AN: Hey Everyone! I am so sorry for the ridiculous hiatus. So much has happened since I first started writing this fic and I've been having so much fun picking this story back up after all this time. I can't wait to share this story with you all. For all of you who have been following this story: Thank you, so so much. I apologize for being MIA, but I'm back and ready to start cranking out some chapters! XOXO


I was quiet as I sat in the parking lot of Fangtasia, staring dead ahead for what seemed like a lifetime. The Devil himself could have knocked on my car window and my eyes would have stayed locked on the vehicle at the far end of the lot.
Jason's truck.
It was unmistakable and right there in all it's glory. Jason was so damn proud of that shiny black truck and it sat there in pristine condition, like he was trying to show it off or something, and I had the childish impulse to kick it.
Jason was here. Or at the very least had been here.
I continued to stare at my brother's abandoned vehicle and hit the 'redial' button on the cell phone laying on my lap.
"Sookie?" Sam's voice on the speakerphone resonated out like a radio in the silence of my car.
"Hi Sam." My greeting to him was numb and automatically polite.
Sam let out a sigh that seemed to buzz and crackle through the phone. "Sookie, are you there? Are you in Shreveport? I've been sitting here for over an hour, waiting for you to call..."
I mimicked his sigh with one of my own. "I know, I'm sorry...it's just that...well, I found Jason's truck."
"No shit. Are you sure?"
"Staring right at it."
"This could be a good thing Sookie..." I could hear him forcing reassurance into his voice on my behalf. "...this could mean he's inside and perfectly safe...
" Stupid..." I added.
"...yes, stupid. But safe."
My eyes traveled over to the to the long line of eager fangbangers and fascinated tourists waiting for entrance into the club. There was only one way to find out for sure. Jason was either stupid and safe, or very stupid and in need of a whole lot of help.
"I'm going in now Sam." I said definitively.
"Sookie," he said. " I can get to Shreveport in half an hour if I leave right now. I can go in with you if you wait for me..." His tone was a plea that I had heard in his voice many times before.
It was then, I realized, that Sam had always been pleading with me to wait for him.
"No. If I don't go now, I might lose my nerve."
"I can still come, I can wait for you outside."
And he would have too. I knew he'd run out here quick as lightening if I asked him too.
If Jason truly had gotten himself into serious trouble, I wasn't going to drag Sam into it with him. I wasn't sure I could return his feelings and I at least owed him that.
"Goodbye Sam. I'll call you if I run into more trouble than I can handle."
He didn't say anything but I knew he had heard me. I closed the cell phone and and let my forehead rest on the window as I stared out at Jason's truck. No more stalling. It was time to go in.
With a renewed sense of courage, I unhooked my seat belt.

It was obvious that I didn't belong there the moment I stepped out of the car. As accustomed as I was to being treated like the town odd-ball, the palpable danger of my plan and unfamiliar eyes that followed me as I took my place at the end of the line was unsettling. My white dress was in complete contrast with their sea of black and red which caused me to tug insecurely at my skirt. Why hadn't I thought to wear anything black? Did I even have any black clothing? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. I was there to do one thing: find Jason.
I looked at the people surrounding me. This definitely wasn't Jason's typical kind of crowd. I could feel the energy vibrating around me and the excitement they all felt washed over me, mixing with my concern for my brother. I struggled to keep my cool while foreign voices threatened to seep into my mind. My fingers itched to reach into my purse and pull out my phone. I had made a horrible mistake. I should have let Sam come with me, I should have-

"Hey! Dumbass!"
My eyes snapped open when I was shoved forward slightly. I blinked, trying to get my vision into focus again before turning around.
A skinny woman with long, stringy brown hair glared at me, annoyed and tapping her fingers against her folded arms. "You're holdin' up the line! Some of us would like to get in before next week."
Her nasty attitude was dripping from her like a sweat. I glanced behind me and noticed I had become the first one in line, a giant gap separating myself from the door. I smiled sweetly and turned back to face the annoyed woman. I strained to keep my smile apologetic. "Sorry!"

She rolled her eyes and muttered to her group of friends beside her. "Check out the fuckin' virgin Mary over here." The burly man to her left laughed. I paid them no mind. They weren't my problem tonight.

I turned around and squeaked in surprise when I found myself mere inches away from a woman-a vampire woman. I recognized her immediately as a vampire, not because of her unnatural paleness or the fangs I could see slightly peeking through her lips, but because of the barely visible glow that hummed just above her skin. She was the very first vampire I had ever seen up close and I couldn't help but look at her with amazement. She was more lovely than I ever could have imagined. She stared at me with no apparent emotion that I could tell. Her long pale hair was neatly combed and fell straighter than a ruler down her back, standing out against the dramatic black dress that draped her figure like it was made especially for her. She put her hand on her hip.

"I'm gonna venture a guess that this is your first time out of the sticks and at a big bad vampire bar."
I was slightly surprised. Her voice and mannerisms did not match her chic appearance and I was reminded that as far as I knew, this woman could be well over 100 years old. Who knew what time or civilization she had come from?

"Yes!" I said, snapping back to attention. "That's right. I-I've never been here before." I smiled broadly at her, like I usually did when I felt my nerves creeping up on me.
"Then let me give you a little tip..." She said as she leaned in slightly, like she was about to tell me her deepest, darkest secret.
"We may have all the time in the world to wait- but that doesn't mean we necessarily like to do it."

I nodded enthusiastically when she dropped her fangs to emphasize her point. They were delicate and shined in the moonlight in a way that had me giving her my undivided attention. "Of course. I'm real sorry..."
"Good." she said as she retracted her fangs effortlessly and gestured her hand towards the door. "Shall we?" She said with mock politeness.

I began to follow her towards the entrance, ignoring the snickering from behind me when as suddenly as she had appeared she was gone. No longer leading the way, she was parked in front of the entrance, watching me expectantly. I hurried to catch up, my heels clicking loudly as I half walked, half jogged over to the vampire whose hands were on her waist again.

"I'm gonna need to see some I.D." She drawled unenthusiastically, as her fingers tapped against her hip.

"Oh!" I laughed slightly. "Right."

I fished through my bag, trying to locate my wallet. My eyes couldn't help but flick back up to her every so often. "Everything gets lost in the bottom of this darn thing."

I watched her as I felt around the bottom of my purse. " So...is this your job? Do you work here every night or just once in a while?" I said as I finally found my wallet and pulled out my I.D., handing it to her. If I was lucky, she might have seen Jason come in the night before, and I finally felt confident that I might be able to pull some information. She said nothing and held up my license, studying it intently. Vampires apparently weren't a very chatty bunch.
She stared at it for a long moment. It was such a significant moment that I became very frightened she might not let me in. Her face never changed except for the slight rise of her delicately groomed eyebrow.
"Sookie Stackhouse..."
She finally lifted her eyes from the card and stared straight at me, her gaze never leaving mine. It made me nervous but I matched her stare and used that moment as an opportunity to see if she knew anything about Jason.
I focused entirely on the vampire in front of me, bracing myself for whatever ambush of inner chatter she might have drifting in her mind.
I couldn't help the profoundly audible gasp that left me.

Nothing.

I heard nothing.

I could feel the very instant I was met with the beautiful, exquisite silence. It was like an ice cold drink of water on the hottest day of the year. It was refreshing. It was exciting.

It was terrifying.

My eyes widened in wonder and fear. I stared at her blatantly and as shameful as it sounds, any thoughts of my brother went right out of my head. "Oh my god...I can't hear you!" I whispered shakily, but smiling.

The vampire narrowed her eyes dangerously, like a cat eye-ing a baby bird. "Excuse me?" she said, leaning forward slightly.
I almost slapped a hand over my mouth. "I-nothing. I thought you said something is all."
My eyes scattered about the room behind her until finally meeting hers once more. This time, she held my gaze.
The air around me suddenly felt strange- intense and charged. She stayed alarmingly focused on my eyes.
"It's quite a long drive from Bon Temps Miss Stackhouse." She said out of nowhere, her voice light. I became aware of the charged air around me once again, and her tone changed, becoming deadly serious. "Why are you here?"

I shifted uncomfortably and tried to ignore the sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears. "I just...wanted to see what it was like." I said, and smiled at her as best as I could.

I didn't think it was possible for her eyes to narrow any further, but they did. I didn't need to be a telepath to pick up on her suspicion.
My heart was racing. What if she doesn't let me in? How would I find Jason?
And it hit me then, like a ton of bricks right on the top of my head. This vampire knew what happened to my brother. I knew it deep in my bones, the way Gran's used to know before it rained.
The vampire finally blinked. "It's ladies night so drinks are half off if you smile real pretty at the bartenders."
She flicked out her wrist, handing my license back with two fingers.
I exhaled a little, willing my body to relax. She didn't move a muscle as I stepped around her and into a combination of flashing colors and pounding music, bodies mixing together like falling confetti and voices that rose and fell in volume like waves. It was enough to make a girl dizzy, even one who couldn't hear every human thought floating through the building. I glanced over my shoulder at the vampire guarding the entrance and I wasn't surprised to find her eyeing me still, a smirk gracing her perfectly lined lips before turning away and leaving me to stare at the back of her head.


"You'll never guess what I've found."

I had always considered knocking am extraneous and tiresome human nicety, so walking into the office unannounced was particularly commonplace. Well, at least it was for me.

He pulled his teeth from the neck of the naked woman sprawled across the desk, drops of crimson falling from his always impressive fangs. I took in the smears of blood on the tabletop, annoyed.

Lifting an eyebrow, I returned my gaze to my Maker. "You do know that's mahogany, right?"

He leaned back, absently stroking the exposed skin of the woman's hip, causing her to visibly shiver.

"This better be good, Pam."

I smiled, admiring the quivering young woman on his desk while making a mental note to find her for myself later on.

"Well, I certainly think it is."