Colette was exhausted. Slouching in the back seat of Bill's car, she sighed and closed her eyes, not throwing another glance at the neon sign that was starting to grow smaller and harder to see. She warmly declined any and every offer for a late dinner and just asked to be taken to Sookie's.

"Are you sure you don't want me to heal that for you?" Bill asked once more, motioning a hand toward her neck, as they all walked up the steps of Sookie's porch. Colette would be lying if the thought of her wounds being 'magically' healed, didn't sound appealing. But, like everything, the price that came attached was something that she didn't want to deal with.

"No, thank you." Colette answered. "I'm not sure how I'd feel about having sexy dreams, 'bout my best friend's boyfriend." She joked, Bill tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrows in a mocking manner.

"I'm sure they wouldn't be the end of the world." He told her, a hint of flirtation buried underneath his blue orbs, earning a nasty look from Sookie and a laugh from Colette.

"I'm sure too." Colette assured, shaking her head and walking into the house. "But for now, I'll just settle for a nice, long, hot shower and a good read." She spoke, going over to Sookie and giving her a tight hug. "Ya'll have a good night, now." Colette 'sang' in a more pronounced southern twang, walking up the stairs after giving Bill a peck on the cheek and whispering a small thank you. "I'll be in Jay's room." After that, she left the couple alone.

Throwing her purse on top of Jason's old bed, she sighed and went to remove the one size to small, leather clothing, that Pam had oh so graciously given her. Wanting to take off the short sleeved corset, she raised her hands and yelped when a sudden wave of pain hit her ribs. "Fucking, Long Shadow." Colette hissed, pushing through the pain and just yanking the constricting material over her head. She walked over to the medium sized mirror that Jason had left attached to his door; she took a good look at the forming bruises on her sides. Colette didn't touch any of them; she didn't need to feel them to know that they were tender. Taking off her skirt next, Colette sighed and looked at her entire naked form reflected in the mirror. She almost didn't recognize herself under all that blood. Shaking her head and covering herself with a towel she walked toward the bathroom down the hall, for a much deserved warm shower.

It surprised her how calm she was at that moment. As the water cascaded down her form, it almost seemed as if nothing had happened that night. Of course, her body reminded her about the fact that something indeed had happened; whenever she would move her arm up or to the far side a stabbing pain would hit her, almost as if teasing her. After almost two hours under the water jets, she felt satisfied that nothing that belonged to Long Shadow was on her and stepped out of the bathroom, sprinting toward the bedroom. She wanted to feel comfortable so after putting a pair of panties on, she looked through Jason's old clothes and pulled out one of his old t-shirts. The shirt covered up half of her thighs and in any other circumstance she would've felt over exposed, but, she was staying with Sook and it didn't matter.

Soon she found herself tucked into bed and looking up at the ceiling. A sudden flash of blonde hair and blue eyes made her body ignite. She blinked harshly, not liking the fact that she was thinking about the blonde vampire and reached over to the bedside table, grabbing her purse from it and sifting through it, finally taking out the Tome. She opened it slowly, not wanting to tear any of the pages inside it.


Lucile Roux- 1902

Excitement coursed through her as she stepped onto the harbor. Closing her eyes and breathing in the salty air, Lucile grinned. She was here. Lucile and her family had finally arrived to London.

Lucile felt like screaming, dancing and laughing at the same time. But she composed herself; she didn't want to seem undignified. Everything was so different, so new and though it was dark out, she could see everything oh so clearly. Yes, her life was going to be perfect, like a fairytale from now on. Not that it had been horrible before!

Though not being born into wealth, her family had faired quite well in France. They had their own little cottage in the country side and she could recall how much she'd love the big back yard they owned as a child.

Their reason for moving was quite simple; her father had gotten the opportunity to visit London a few months prior. He was a very charming man you see, and during a chance visit to the bank he got an immediate offer to work as a bank teller. Lucile still did not understand how he managed it.

It had been a very trying boat ride from France, seeing as her father could only afford third class tickets. She was used to certain luxuries, like a daily bath, brushing her teeth and washing her clothes. That wasn't really possible when riding third class in a cargo ship.

The people that slept in the same room as them were dirty and unpleasant. They had none of the etiquette Lucile's mother had so forced on both her and her sister. The men riding with them were grotesque, believing that they could treat the Roux women like common whores. They would make crude comments and gestures at them. Needless to say it led to some altercations between Jean-Claude, their father, and those cretins. But as they stepped out into the cobbled streets of London, Lucile realized, it was well worth it!

Some of the locals looked at them with disparagement; they could only imagine how they felt about them being there. Immigrants were not treated very well; not here, not in any country. Their arrival had been in the night and they were hoping to avoid any possible dilemmas. Still, as the family passed some of the commoners, they proved their contempt, opting to spit and hiss at them to leave.

Lucile whimpered when one of them got particularly close and managed a kick to her luggage case. Trying to move away from the hateful crowd as quickly as she could manage, Lucile did not notice when a pudgy, spiteful woman, whose smell rivaled that of a stray cat, maliciously placed her foot in her way. Needless to say, she lost her footing. She gasped, feeling herself stumble, and fell onto her hands and knees, her eyes closed in sheer embarrassment. 'Welcome to London.' She thought to herself, her eyes watering at the sound of people laughing and hissing at her.

Opening her eyes and feeling a sudden fire within her, she slowly pushed herself up, trying to ignore the pain on her knees as she did so. She shook the stray, dark, wisps of hair that had fallen out of her braid and onto her face. She was running a hand down her gown, hoping to straighten it when she noticed that the crowd had gone silent. Lucile decided she didn't need to know why they had stopped and just to be glad that they had. She bent down to grab her case, only for it to be gone. Lucile whirled her head around, looking for who might have it and held in a gasp when she saw a man standing directly behind her, holding her luggage loosely.

He was possibly the most handsome man she had ever seen. The man didn't seem to be much older than her eighteen year old self. He had pale white skin, not unlike most of the men around, brown locks that were long enough to cover his ears, plump lips that were curled into a faint scowl and big, round eyes the color of honey that were glaring at the vile woman that had tripped her.

"Here you are, miss." He spoke, lifting his arm to hand her the case, while his eyes remained fixated on the now nervous, older woman. "I plead that you excuse, Miss James' behavior." He spoke softly, his honey eyes lowering and meeting hers. "Are you alright? Miss?"

" Lu-Lucile Roux and yes I am fine." She assured, getting some of her confidence back. His lips quirked in a half smile, before he looked once more at the pudgy woman behind her.

"I believe you owe Miss Roux an apology, Madame." He said, his tone conveying a subtle authority, which had the older woman shaking. The woman did so hastily before disappearing into the now dispersing crowd. Lucile sighed in relief, glad that she wasn't the center of attention once more.

"Thank you, kind sir." Her mother said, her tone grateful as she came to stand next to her daughter.

"I assure you, it was no trouble at all." He assured, his eyes on her daughter.

"They could've hurt you for stopping them." Lucile muttered, looking at her battered case, surprised when he chuckled darkly.

"They could not hurt me, even if they tried."

"Still, we will be forever grateful." Jean-Claude spoke up, walking toward the man and initiating him in a firm hand-shake. He proceeded to introduce his family, not taking notice of the young man's cold hand, his mind blaming it on England's cold and windy weather. "What's your name son?"

The young man's eyes gazed back at Lucile, sparking up a sudden heat throughout her body, before he answered, his voice almost sensual. " Godffrey."


Colette snorted, 'What a dumb name.' she thought whilst sticking a French fry in her mouth. Before she frowned, who the hell was she to make fun of other people's names? Her's wasn't exactly the most common one. Shrugging she placed the book down, to grab at her burger.

Colette had woken up bright and early, her body not caring about the harsh night before. She decided to spend her free day, with her grandmother. They had had quite the nice time, chatting about her experiences with vampires, though Colette excluded a few obvious details. She still didn't know what to do with the bloody dress that was taking residence under her bed. Afterward, almost at nightfall, she thought she should pay a visit to her friend's at Merlotte's. Though if she were to be honest; she was just craving a greasy dinner A La Lafayette.

Merlotte's was buzzing with activity, as it should on a Saturday night. She sat alone though, perfectly content with her own company.

"Good book?" Sam asked, as he placed a new glass of soda on her table and Colette smiled up at him, nodding.

"Hey, um, could you bring me a beer?" She asked, fiddling with the choker necklace she had placed on top of her concealer covered neck. He nodded and walked away with a smile on his face, leaving Colette to her dinner. After she was done with her dinner, she stood and walked back toward the kitchen, placing her dirty plates on top of the counter for Terry to take.

"Hey, honey." Lafayette drawled, holding a frying pan. "How you doing today, with that fine, sexy ass?"

"I'm doing good LaLa, how you doing?" She drawled back 'sexily' and took a long sip from her beer, earning a slow chuckle from him. Suddenly, the whole bar went silent, earning a frown from Colette.

"Well, I'm doing better now that that fine piece of ass walked in." Lafayette mumbled, his eyes now glued to the door and Colette turned toward it.

Colette almost dropped her glass, when her gaze landed on a very familiar chest. "Fuck." She whispered, turning back toward Lafayatte, closing her eyes and hoping against hope that they wouldn't see her.


Think of Lucile's plot as a story within a story (inception pun not intended )

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