The GPS brought her a crammed parking lot just on the edge of Shreveport, where a line of people snaked its way around the building. Neon lights shone through the window of the red door. How fitting she thought to herself. A blood red door for a vampire bar.

Even though she knew there was nothing funny about it at all, a small chuckle escaped her. She waited a few moments, struggling to call up the courage she'd felt when she'd left Merlott's. Eden wasn't a coward, but she wasn't an idiot. Going into a vampire bar was definitely dangerous, especially for someone with her attitude and temper. So yeah, she was scared.

But this wasn't about her. This was about her sister. Did they have the best relationship? No. Did she really even know her anymore? Not really. But they were connected by, thanks to Eden's abilities, more than just blood.

True, she'd barely though of Jessica throughout college. But the feeling she experienced when she first felt her die... she couldn't do that again. She wouldn't. It was as if a little piece of her had died. She owed it to Jessica. She'd been a shitty big sister. Selfishly escaping her father's fists and leaving a defenseless child behind to suffer on her own.

When she finally got herself in line, Eden noticed that she was majorly underdressed... or over dressed depending on how you though of it. Most of the girls around her were wearing what she considered to be lingerie. And the guys, all dark, mostly leather, and more makeup than herself.

The bouncer, a tall blonde in an all leather strappy one piece, closed the line off just as Eden was about to step past her.

"Not so fast." She said shooing Eden back. "Were at max capacity." The woman seemed utterly bored with her job.

Eden craned her neck, trying desperately to spot her sister through the open door of the bar. A glimpse of red hair flashed from the back of the room and disappeared behind a white door. She tapped her foot nervously and thought of her next move while she waited for the rope to be lifted. But as soon as she was granted access inside, all her thoughts were forgotten. She made a B line for the door she had watched her sister go through minutes ago.

An "Employees Only" plaque was screwed into the front of door, which she effectively disregarded and barged right in. She hadn't expected the door to be unlocked, but now she found herself standing in the doorway of an office. Three sets of eyes were on her quicker than she could register.

"Get out." A tall man who had been sitting behind a large desk roared as he stood up. He was massive, in every sense of the word. Jessica and Bill sat in the chairs on the other side of the desk, their backs to the door.

"Eden!" Jessica squeaked in surprise. "What... what are you doing here?" She casted a cautious glance at the tall man, who must be the Sheriff.

"You know her?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"She is Jessica's sister from her human life." Bill explained in his irritatingly calm and accented voice.

Human life? Vampire or human, they were sisters. Anger boiled in Eden's veins but she did her best to push it down. The last thing she needed was to explode in a bar full of hungry, horny vampires.

"Jess, come with me." She heard the plea in her voice. She had been wrong. This life doesn't suit her sister. She doesn't belong in this place, with these men. She's too good, too sweet and innocent. These men are dangerous. They're violent. Eden could feel it. She felt Jessica's fear. She felt Bills annoyance. And she felt the Sheriff's rage.

Even without her ability, she'd be able to tell he was angry. She'd clearly interrupted a private meeting, and it showed in his eyes. They were cold and intimidating. Terrifying.

"You don't belong here. You don't belong with them." She continued her thoughts.

"Eden, you need to go." Jess said shakily. That's when Eden realized her sisters fear was directed towards her. She was afraid for Eden, not for herself.

"Jess," she shook her head, refusing to leave her again.

"I won't tell you again." Eric's voice was softer this time, and it was filled with a threat that no one could possibly miss. "Get out."

Eden hesitated as fear slowly filled her from the tips of her toes to the ends of her hair. "Come home with me, Jessica." She pleaded.

But before her sister could answer, Eric was in front of her. He'd moved so quickly that it was as though he'd teleported. Vamp speed. His giant hand gripped the hair at the back of her skull and tugged her head back, exposing her neck. But he didn't look at her throat as she expected. His eyes were locked on hers. They took on a shimmering quality as he spoke.

"You will leave this bar and never come back." His voice was steady and filled with disgust. "Your sister is dead, which you have accepted."

She held his gaze for a moment longer than she had liked. How could he say she's dead when she's right there in front of her. Sure, her hearts not beating, but that doesn't mean it's not working. Doesn't mean she doesn't feel and think and love and hate and sleep and eat. All the the things a living creature does.

"Fuck you." Eden regretted the words as soon as they were last her lips. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Bill and Jess exchange confused and shocked looks. The man in front of her, who still had a handful of her hair, tilted his head in... what? Interest?

"Interesting." He whispered. Yup, interest.

She could feel strands of hair ripping from her scalp, but she held in any outwards signs of pain. "What are you?"

She didn't answer, afraid of what would happen if she did. How did he know she was different? Then it hit her. He had tried to compel her.

And it hadn't worked.

"Okay, don't answer." He let up slightly on her hair. "You'll cave eventually."

"Eric." Bill said warningly, but it was useless. He had already thrown Eden over his shoulder and raced out of the office, through another door, and down a set of cement steps. He tossed her down and had a shackle around her wrists in an instant.

Jessica and Bill weren't far behind him.

"Eric, no!" Jess screamed. If it hadn't been for Bill arms around her waist, she would have been on top of Eric. "You can't lock her up!" She growled, fangs fully extended.

"Actually I can." Eric didn't seem the least bit concerned with the girl's attempt to attack him. "As sheriff, I have the authority to detain any being that poses a threat to my Area." He rolled his eyes over to Eden. "So tell me what you are, and you can go. Potentially." He flashed an evil smile.

"I'm human." Eden ground out, holding back tears of fear and anger and regret. She should have stayed in the car. She should have stayed in Bon Temps.

He came close again and she couldn't help but flinch away, afraid he would take her hair again. But instead he leaned down and smelled her. A long pull of her scent made him close his eyes.

"I don't think so."