Hello! Sorry for not posting after awhile. School kinda keeps me a bit busy. Plus I usually get limited computer use and it takes me quite along time to copy from notebook to computer. Anyway, here is chapter four. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Bill was sitting in his black car, a grin at the corner of his lips. "What an impression you've left on the town of Bon Temps." He told me as I got in the car.

"Good thing. People should know what's new in town. Seems like a little town like this just loves gossip." I chuckled.

Bill and I arrived back at his house. "I don't really have a place for you to stay, Iz."

"I'll sleep with you." I shrugged just as Jessica ran down the stairs at the speed of light.

"Who's screwin' who?" She asked the both of us.

"No one is screwing anyone. Izzy here has nowhere else to stay and she wants to keep an eye on us… so an eye she shall keep." Bill said.

Jessica turned to me; her hair was done in a soft ponytail. "Why do we need to be looked after?"

"Jessica. Isibeal is a good friend of mine, she's a protector and she knows what happened the past few months and she's kind enough to care for us when no one wants to have anything to do with us." Bill explained. I opened my mouth to speak, but then nodded.

"Yeah, what he said." I added.

"Well, instead of sleeping with nasty ol' Bill.. You can have my room." She said.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bill asked Jessica.

"Well, you released me a while back out of anger and Hoyt bought a house and he asked me to live with him… what was I going to do? Say no?" She groaned.

Bill sighed and rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Giving up so easily?" I asked, following him up the stairs.

He ignored my question and pulled open the door to a room. It was the same color as the house but it was a small room. There was a large bed that sat against the wall and was directly across from the large window that was overlooking the large backyard. A dresser was at the wall that the door was at. "This will be your 'room' for the duration of your stay. Sorry, it's not that clean… I wasn't planning on you staying here for more than a week." Bill was pouting.

"Suck it up, bud." I said as I walked over to the window and opened it. "I'll be here for as long as I feel the need. Plus, you could use the moral support." I added.

"Pfft." He laughed then asked for the keys to my car. "I'll go get your bags."

I tossed the keys to him and he was out of the house. Jessica sat on the bed. "So, you're gonna stay here. Damn, I should of never of said yes to Hoyt." She mumbled.

I grinned. "Hoyt is your human companion?"

"Yeah. He's really sweet." She smiled.

"Be careful. Humans bring drama." I turned from the window to look at her.

"Vampires don't?"

"Ah. You got me there." I smiled at her with a full set of pearly white teeth.

"Do you drink from humans?" She asked me.

I raised my eyebrows. "Sometimes I do. I try not to. I'm so glad that we can now be out and not hide who we are."

"But I think it's so cool to be something so terrifying. Drink blood from people!" She said with an annoying tone of excitement.

"Jessica, say you're in my shoes. I was changed in 15th Century Ireland. People were afraid of Vampires. They literally wore cloves of garlic around their necks. Before I was changed my family was indeed suspicious… it was even safe to say they knew vampires existed then. It wasn't safe for me to be out at all the past few weeks I was changed. I was starved and when I finally was forced to drink by my maker I went a little overboard with the bloodlust. I killed." I whispered.

"So, that doesn't have anything to do with being able to act like a human." She complained.

"Alright… I was blamed, my maker was blamed. We were trapped. You know how it is, when you get turned on your fangs pop out! We hid from society for years and years. Decades beyond decades." I said again.

Bill nodded. "I'd never told you that, but that is why I want you to drink True Blood. It's tiring." He handed me a suitcase and a duffel bag.

Jessica shrugged. "You can't keep secrets?"

I laughed. "There are more than a million secrets in my head that I have kept."

I opened the suitcase and began to unpack, the doorbell rang and Jessica went to answer it.

"I'm sorry about her; she has a lack of comprehending." Bill apologized.

"No. Don't apologize. It's fine, really." I whispered as I pulled open the drawer to the dresser and gently set a pile of my clothing in it.

"Don't be so modest." He told me.

"You're telling me to do something impossible." I stood and stared at him, after a while we both started to crack up. We obviously both knew how modest I really was.

I had finished unpacking just before sunrise, Jessica, Bill and I all squeezed into the small, almost non-existent basement.

"Goodnight, Isibeal." Bill said, taking my hand.

"Night, Bill." I had said.