"Hush, dear you are fine now. Nothing will harm you with Eric and me to protect you." He kisses the top of my head.

My crying eases as he holds me rocking my small structure in his cool arms. Eric sits beside him brushing my hair with his fingers braiding it carelessly.

"You are mine Nix, always mine." He whispers running a finger down my throat nibbling me gently making me squirm and giggle. Eric grips my shoulders when he nods to him. I whimper quietly as he presses his finger against my lips

"You mustn't fear me little one." He tilts my neck to the side drawing out his fangs causing me to cry out and scoot up into Eric's chest. He puts his hand behind my neck forcing me to him as he bit into my small neck while I kicked and screamed; my tiny legs doing nothing against his hold on my throat. He gulped down my blood; I feel it trickle down my chest staining my white dress. I feel Eric lower me to the floor releasing his grip. I punch them both sobbing as he starts to tear off my dress.

"No, no, no"

The sound of yelling wakes me. I'm in an office on a strangely comfy leather couch, the imprint of the stitching on my cheek. I lay my face on the cool leather trying to fall back asleep overcome with exhaustion. Turning I feel the stiffness in my back and wings, remembering the scratches. I stand weakly noticing the bright red shirt that stopped exactly where it needed to I glance down reading:

'Fangtasia, life begins at night', I shake my head chuckling lightly, very punny vampires.

I continue my analysis only to realize that these were not the same undergarments I had last night...This is concerning… I walk to the mirror lifting the shirt to investigate the wound. The deep scratches were covered with gauzes and medical tape, reaching to try to peel it off I was startled by more yelling. I look about the room for my clothes yawning sleepily, frustrated when I couldn't find them anywhere. I turn the knob of the door separating me from the shouting.

"If you think I'm letting you drag that girl to Dallas for your own hidden agenda you have got another thing coming!"

I pull it open looking at Eric looming threatening over Sookie with Bill grabbing her arm protectively, he sees me standing before them shyly pulling the shirt lower with one hand. He stands a little straighter and nods to Eric who turns to face me. I blush at the sudden attention making to go back in the room.

"Good evening, how are you feeling?" he gives me a smile or maybe it was a smirk.

"Well, thank you all for the assistance. Um, where are my clothes?" I cross my arms over my chest tightly feeling thoroughly over exposed in front of them.

"Ah, unfortunately they were destroyed last night. I sent Pam out to get you some new ones." he takes a step closer before rushing to me getting usually close to me. "Not to say that color doesn't suit you wonderfully." he gives me a flirtatious wink.

My face reddens further as I stand awkwardly in front of him noticing how astonishingly perfect he was the tight green v neck and dark jeans. Being so close I can see I came to the bridge of his nose. I could also make out the blonde stubble on his cheeks and his wonderful smell of salty oceans and smoke.

Sookie yanks Eric away snapping "Do not talk to her that way."

She turns to me "Honey, I brought you some clothes to wear if you want to change real fast. I know there is a significant height difference between us, but hopefully they'll work." She hands me a bag with an array of clothing inside.

"Thank you" I whisper staring at the floor. Nice to see you floor, I hope you are having a great day.

"Not a problem darling, you just go change while Eric and I have a little chat." She rubs my shoulder kindly. I allow it even thought she grazed my tender skin causing it to ache something wicked. It must have been her perkiness. I have never been around someone which such energy, even while pissed off at a vampire twice her size.

Heading into the office again I lay the clothes on the couch. What to choose from; a light blue fitted tee shirt, a deep green skirt that had some crinoline under it, a modest white bra, two pairs of flip flops, and an indigo zip up sweater, sleep pants with little yellow birds from a cartoon I was unaware of. I pull the shirt off trying once again to get the gauze off. This time I'm able to peel them off as gently as possible walking to the mirror looking at the bright pink lines thankful that they had healed so well.

I grab the bra and start the most irritating process in the world. Wings make wearing most anything impossible, but bras were a whole other type of torture. I clasp the bra in the front positioning it under my wings before turning it around and pulling the straps over my shoulders wiggling my back trying to get comfy in the restrictive garment. Next I throw on the shirt noticing how my breast were very obvious beneath it along with the fact it barely covered my stomach. I pretty sure if I stretched it would come up to my bra. Next I pull the skirt up my thighs zipping up the side. I return to the mirror checking myself in the reflection. My dark hair was a mess sticking up in every direction possible. I hunt through the bag again and find a hair brush with some hair ties. I rake the brush through my knots without clemency letting my curls fall over my shoulders to my elbows. Hm, I really need to cut that soon and wash it for that matter. Looking in the mirror I take in the dark circles under my eyes and my usual peaches and cream complexion pale. I rub my eyes trying to appear more awake, yet I had this terrible drowsiness over taking me. How much blood did I lose last night?

The shouting outside forced me out of my daydream or night dream? What time is it anyway?

I enter little by little and once more the shouting cease. Eric is sitting on a couch eyes on me taking in my new outfit. If he kept doing that I was going to have to find a new thing to look at because the floor and I were getting way too acquainted. I glance at the cemented flooring feeling it's coolness on my bare feet; somehow a stone hard floor doesn't seem all that safe for a bar. He ushers me to come over; I bite my lower lip nervously walking over to him. He pats the seat beside him, but I hold my ground.

"I'd rather stand if you don't mind." my voice holding conviction despite the fear gnawing away at my stomach.

"If you please, but please sit if you feel weak. You lost a lot of blood last night." he sounded mildly annoyed by my refusal though he hid it well.

Sookie huffs looking at Eric in disgust

"Don't try to act all civil with her... Tell her your plans!"

Eric rolls his eyes, 'what does Bill see in her?'

I scowl at both of them "What plan?" my voice flat realizing he must expect some type of payment for saving me and while I did owe him, I had no intentions of hanging around a vampire that gave me creepy visions in my pain stricken state.

Sookie receives a look from Eric that could curdle milk

"It has been decided that you will be joining Sookie and I to-"

"and Bill" Bill growls glaring at him in frustration.

"Yes, as I was saying you will come to Dallas with us to find a missing sheriff."

Dallas? No way, I may be a mythological creature, but I still understand the concept of stranger danger and this was screaming creepy dude ushering me into his windowless van of doom.

"You decided this without consulting me? I hate to inform you I will not be attending. Besides how exactly would I even help? I'm not great at finding things"

'Du fann mig'

There's that weird language again. I force my way into his thoughts working on a translation. This was a power I discovered long ago. If I looked through their minds eventually the words translate into something I can understand. It was helpful and because of it I learned to speak languages pretty easily. I push past his distress about my opposition focusing on the words

'You found me'

"That wasn't intentional! I didn't plan on getting attacked by some freaky bull headed thing and meeting you. On that note I never asked you- any of you- to save me so you can't even hold that above me. You did it voluntarily and when someone volunteers it means they are doing it without expectations of payment."

They all just gawk at me. Sookie can't hide her thoughts 'Did she just tell off Eric?'

Eric stares at me confused "How did you?"

"I didn't!" I stare at the ground cursing myself for revealing that so quickly. I slam my palm to my forehead thoroughly pissed.

"Liar." he stands pulling me down to the couch crouching in front of me placing his huge hands on my knees

"Leave, I will meet you there. Call me when you arrive." he commands Bill and Sookie without breaking our gaze.

"I am not going to let her stay with you." Sookie hisses stamping her foot.

"Your human forgets her place" he remarks grip tightening on my legs causing me to jump a little.

"Sookie, I am fine." I break his eye contact to give her reassuring smile not really meaning it, but trying to get her away while trying to pry his hands off of me, but fail.

With a grumble Bill and her exit as she sends me final thought

'If you need anything let me know, I'll hear you'

I tap my temple nodding as the door closes. With her gone I can turn my attention to the vampire kneeling in front of me.

"Do you remember me?" his chilly hands felt discomfited on my legs, but that may just be because I remembered I haven't shaved in a very, very long time.

"Yes, I dreamt of you and him last night." Whoa mouth, since when did I say it was okay saying things without consulting my brain?

"Him?"

"The guy that was with you. He -" held me, kissed me, made everything feel better, scared the bejesus out of me.

"'The guy', he is who you need to help me find. He has been kidnapped and you are of value to him, connected in a way." He joins me on the couch watching me process the new information

"Of value? How are we connected have I drank from him because I avoid drinking 'V' at all cost. It makes me sick." I am besieged with this knowledge and unsure what to do with it.

"You have, in past life's. I understand this must be confusing, but you are Godric's and I require your assistants to find him." he stands heading behind the bar searching around, I turn to watch him curiously.

"I have no choice in the matter?" I say into my palms more than to him

" I ask you out of respect for Godric, but will take you against your will if need be." he hunts under the counter replying in a firm voice.

"I do not know how I feel about this. Even if you do look like some beautiful God from Mount Olympus I barely know you. Nor do I know if you're lying or anything" murmuring to myself more than to him.

The whole situation seemed surreal, but I felt as if it was the path to heal the dreadful feelings I had been having. Part of me just wanted to find that guy and fall asleep in his arms while the other part screamed for me to run. I smooth the skirt over my knees as he returns with crackers, a Pepsi, and what looks to be some semblance of a sandwich with peanut butter oozing found the crust.

"A God from Olympus? That's new." he places the plate in front of me.

Shit, he heard that... my blush deepens.

"You must be hungry; I have a human finding some food for you today any preferences?"

I shake my head ignoring the food in front of me regardless of its temptation, trying to remain calm despite the panic creeping down my spine.

"I cannot do this." I admit dejectedly making to stand.

He is on top on me in recorded time fangs bared as he pins me down growling in my ear

"You will, I will not lose him over your stubbornness." he yanks me back up by the nape of my neck making tears prick my eyes. He adjusts my hair and wipes the stray tears away with the back of his hand.

"I don't like crying." He says with a lack of emotion

I don't really like being man handled by some vampire with anger issues, but here we are. I rub my neck trying to stop the tears flowing.

'Oh God, I broke her. Fuck, what would Godric do, what would Godric do?' he sits uneasily staring at his hands.

Despite my tears I can't help, but to burst out laughing. He looks at me like I'm crazy while I continue giggling. This big vampire was a total softy.

"I'm not broken, just really confused and a little scared. I don't remember you. Well, I do, but I don't." I wipe the remaining tears away trying to make sense of all of this.

He looks intently at me

"So you can read the thoughts of vampires?"

"Yep, along with anything else."

"What else can you do" he asked in awe.

"Stuff"

He glances at me less than amused by my reply

"You don't say." I get a light push on my shoulder wincing when he hits the wound. Did they all forget I near died last night? We don't even know what attacked me. Or do we?

"What attacked me last night? Do we know?" I can hear myself begin to relax, feeling more comfortable knowing he didn't want to hurt me.

"Don't change the subject." He snaps roughly pushing the sandwich closer to me.

"Don't be a food pusher." I retort pushing the plate away.

He rubs his brow exasperated by my behavior

'Irriterande lilla phoenix. Godric bättre vara tacksamma.'

I copy his actions cradling my head in my hands

"Seriously, if you're going to insult me would it kill you to do it in English? I not that small either, I'm near your height."

"Don't do that." He glances at me looking mildly freaked out.

"Sorry, I can't always control it with new people." remembering his other question I decide to throw him a bone considering he seemed more than stressed.

"I have visions about my past life's. I always thought they were just dreams, but after I had one from touching you last night I realized that must be what they are. Most are about the guy 'Godric' and you. They're not always good. Sometimes they terrify me. I can produce a type of fire from my finger tips. It is really strong and bright so I avoid using it. If I'm around other things with powers or gifts I tend to absorb them and then have them forever. It's pretty cool, but weird."

Hm, anything else?

Eric processes the information nodding slowly. I sigh nervously watching his expression

"Du skrämma mig lite fågel"

"English please" I beg wanting to throw a pillow at him.

"You scare me." He responds without looking at me.

"I would never harm you without a motive" I assure him placing my hand on his knee. "You saved me last night, whether you did it for Godric or for me is trivial. I trust you." I pause looking into his eye "I think"

The door opens and a woman in a bright pink dress with at least twenty large bags in her arms. She looks at my hand on Eric's knee scowling

'Get your hand off my maker' her thoughts intense making me quickly remove my hand placing them in my lap smiling at her.

"Ah, Pam this is-" Eric stalls looking at me for an answer I didn't have.

I never spent much time with humans so I never bothered with a name, I bite my lip brows knitted together

'What do you usually call me?' I send the thought to Eric making him straighten in his seat

"What the Hell was that Nix?' He shouts mentally while I ignore him.

"Nix. I go by Nix. It is very nice to meet you." I stick out a hand to shake it. She stares at my extended hand like it was something repulsive. I drop it back in my lap realizing she was not a nice lady at all.

Eric stands assisting her with the bags.

"De är lämpliga?" I groan inwardly knowing I would learn Swedish in a week if he kept this up. I translate quickly 'Are they appropriate?'

"Vanlig och tråkig precis som flickan" 'Plain and boring just like the girl.'

"Hey! Listen Barbie, I don't care for you either even if you do have really awesome shoes, but the insults stop now or I set you on fire!" I whip out my wings only to have them blocked by the tee shirt. Glaring with intensity, feeling my hands tingle. I clench and unclench them trying to calm down.

She hisses fangs exposed storming up to me. Eric forces himself between us

"Pam, Inte hota hennes!" 'Do not threaten her' He turns to me giving me a displeased look as well making me hang my head in shame.

"Du skyddar denna blodpåse, Men inte din prodigy?" 'You protect this blood bag, but not your prodigy?' She gestures to me in anger.

I fold my wings back against my spine staying quiet, but listening to everything.

"Jag måste skydda henne tills hon är tillbaka med Godric. Jag beklagar att ni är upprörda över." 'I have to protect her until she is back with Godric. I am sorry that you are upset.'

"Du är en dare" 'You are a fool.' She looks so hurt and I hate I have caused tension. I long to tell her I never asked for any of this, but know now is not the right time.

"Inget mer! Diskussionen är over!" 'No more! The discussion is over!' Eric stares her down until she breaks it dropping the bags at his feet.

"Fine." She heads to the office before stopping in front of me "I will tolerate you, but only because you complimented my shoes before threatening to set me on fire."

I let a small smile form on my lips, "Fair enough, thanks for the clothes. Sorry Eric forced you to get them."

She shrugs "I like shopping and scaring the sales ladies. You better like pink by the way."

Eric seems completely baffled by the change of moods between us picking up the bags emptying the contents on the couch.

"Oh, wow you were not lying. That is a ton of pink. Luckily I'm pretty liberal with my colors." I pink up a pale pink dress with a brown belt admiring the brass buttons and lacey scallops on the hem.

"This is really pretty" I whisper touching the delicate fabric admiring everything about the dress making Pam smirk.

"That one was my favorite too" She says staring at my hair with great interest. I touch it nervously.

"How would you feel about me cutting her hair?" She picks a clump up waiting for Eric's answer. I couldn't help to giggle at his expression.

"Are you going to scalp her?" He lifts and eyebrow crossing his arms, watching us cautiously clearly unsure of our new amity. His thoughts swirling 'Didn't you both just try to kill each other?'

"No, but if you want me to teach her about makeup and hair then we need to do something about said hair." She lets my locks fall and then examines my complexion pushing my messy hair out of the way making me turn really red. Not many people look at me and I have to admit I was okay with that.

"Keep it long and nothing too extreme." Eric says simply before adding "I must attend to some business" he gives a warning look "You" pointing at me "no setting fires." He points to Pam next "Do not eat her."

He gives us one last glance before disappearing out the door.

Pam smiles in a sisterly and sinister way making me draw away slightly

"Let's go fix your hair. How do you feel about bangs?" She ushers me into the office and thus began my makeover.

Author's note: Well? What are we thinking? Good? Bad? Made you want to throw stuff? Let me know, I'm writing this for you guys so your opinions really do matter to me. Do you like Eric's and Nix's interactions? I wanted her and Pam to be friends, but not best buddies.

Also once again your reviews make me so giddy and excited. I am going to start the next chapter today so hopefully it will be up by Friday at the latest.

I do not own True Blood… just Nix