A/N: Okay… so. I've heard your words. ALL of them, and I guess, I'm back to make a 35 installment. O.o When I started this story almost three years ago I had no idea the amount of attention it was going to receive, and I will attempt to work on it more as I continue writing, I may fall off track a bit more, since it's been a while, but I will try and do my best!

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Songs listened to while writing for those interested:
Upside Down – Italobrothers
Moonlight Shadow – Italobrothers
Turn Me On – Nicki Minaj
Ready or not (I'm Coming) – Oomph!
Traumst du - Oomph!
Das letzte Streichholz - Oomph!
Radio Hardcore - Italobrothers
Smack You - Kimberly Cole
Cannibal - Ke$ha
Boom (Extended Mix) - Italo Brothers
We Found Love - Rihanna

Disclaimer: I do not own Southern Vampire Mysteries or True Blood. Though, if I did…. Well… you know how that shit works out.

Blood on the Walls

The sound of heavy breathing and running footsteps echoed through the alley way as two men darted down it. One was tall, his tan skin, brown eyes, and black hair showing of Latino descent. He wore a white t-shirt and jeans, his boots on his feet tied, though there were now pit stains of sweat underneath his arms that had drenched through, his eyes wide as he looked around in fear of the alley way and the shadows. His companion, a white man with blonde hair and blue eyes, as well as farmer's tan; donning a black shirt that read an alternative band and a pair of khakis looked about mimicking his look.

"Do you think we lost them Dan?" Panted the Latino, Senzeh, before his White companion, Dan shook his head looking around speaking with a Texan twang.

"I don't know what the fuck they even were Senzeh!"

Senzeh, who sounded a little bit like Cheech from Cheech and Chong shook his head as well in response, "Some scary shit, maybe it was that weed we were smoking eh? Someone laced it or something."

Dan looked around again before there was the sound of something shifting and stirring ahead of them in the alley. Both of their heads turned towards the noise, Dan's feet turning towards the street to run if need be, while Senzeh tensed and reached for his pocket, the man pulling out a switchblade while Dan reached into his pocket for his .35 colt, he always had a taste for the classics after all. John Wayne being one of his heroes to this day. Senzeh held a hand out, motioning for him to hold as they listened. Cans and glass rattled in a shadow before a cat darted from a bin making them both jump, it's scraggly self stilling, looking up at them with a rat that squeaked in its mouth before the feline darted off again away from the two men, Dan relaxing his hand from where he withdrew his gun, Senzeh's hand falling lax as he let out a weak laugh.

"It's just a damn cat!" Snickered Dan, "Nothin' to be scared of." Senzeh nodded, standing up from his crouched defensive position. His body having naturally taken it when he had become spooked before he rubbed his face nodding, blade as he pressed slowly moving back into its sheath before he sighed.

"Do you t'ink Carl is done wit' that chick we dropped off earlier?" He turned to Dan who blinked before shrugging and then looking around, reaching into his pocket and grasping a small baggy from it. A blunt he had rolled before they had gotten spooked by something or someone inside, he pulled it out, making the bag crinkle, before lighting the end of it and with two fingers held it to his lips, inhaling and then pulling he blunt out, holding it in, before then exhaling.

"Nah." He began coughing before then shaking his head and banging a fist lightly to his chest to get his breathing back together. Once he settled, he continued with a rasp in his voice, "Carl like's e'm small and young, that one was just his type. You saw his face when we dropped her off, he's not gonna be done for a while."

He offered the joint to him and watched as Senzeh took it, giving a contemplative look before he inhaled thought for a few moments, then exhaled looking at him quietly as smoke rings ushered from his mouth. "Think he'll let us have a go when he's done?" Dan thought about it before shrugging, turning his head and then sighing.

"Maybe… young cunt, even messy young cunt, is pretty hard to come by when you're not working for the bastard." He then looked back over before stilling.

A man with black hair and dark brown eyes stared quietly back at him, holding Senzeh by the arm and a hand latched over his mouth. His skin was tan, and obvious in Indian origins with the redness of it making Dan pull his lips back in disgust. He hated Indians. "Who the fu-" He took a step back finding himself bumping into someone and slowly looked over his shoulder.

A man with blonde hair slicked back and blue eyes stared down at him. His skin was fair and holding a slight stubble along his jaw. Slowly Dan found himself lost in those eyes though, the fact Senzeh's arm was twisted behind his back and his mouth had been covered completely gone from his thoughts. He stilled mentally and physically, before the man then spoke with a light, easy voice, "There was a girl this morning that you captured, yes?"

"Yes sir. Kidnapped her and drug her to Carl, probably gonna have some of her later tonight…" His voice was still, toned, and easy, his eyes remaining wide staring at those blue that looked up for a moment thoughtfully, before capturing his gaze again and gesturing towards the man behind him. The Indian moved forward, holding the man and shuffling him, a cracking going through the air before Senzeh screamed out against the hand, his arm obviously broken and the tall Indian made no move to do anything.

Dan's body remained lax and unmoving, before the man then looked towards Senzeh, and back at him, "Dan, was it?"

"Yes sir."

The man slowly gave a nod in thought before pointing at Senzeh, "Shoot your friend through both the knees." Dan felt his hand moving on its own, grasping his .35 colt and turning, eyes lidded as he took aim. Senzeh's voice muffled against the Indians' hand, as his harsh screams began. The black haired man himself stepping to the side before the gun went off as to not be hit. Two gunshots rang through the air after Dan drew the hammer of his gun back twice, once before each round went off. He then looked back towards the blonde who stood with his arms crossed in thought, then nodded as the man of Latino descent lay on the ground screaming out.

"Alright Dan. Here's what you're going to do." Dan turned back toward the blonde, losing himself in those eyes again. Goddamn he had such pretty eyes… his body tilted forward as the blonde rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're going to rape your friend on the ground."

Dan didn't even blink an eye, slowly nodding in understanding before the man then continued, "And you're not going to stop. Not when he's dead from bleeding out, not even when the authorities arrive, which they will, and not even when you put your own gun against your head. Knock that hammer back, and pull the trigger before they can take you away in a car. If your hips stop thrusting Dan, something bad will happen."

"What's going to happen?" Dan heard his own voice speak, but it sounded so far away. The blonde man merely grinned, and Dan stared at the white teeth he had, such white teeth, that held two long fangs.

"Are you married Dan?" He slowly nodded, "Does your wife know what you do?" He shook his head, "If you don't do what I say Dan, she's going to die, and I'm going to rape her… my friend over there." He nodded towards the Indian who Dan looked back at, seeing the man's teeth pulled back into a grin and his arms crossed as he looked up from staring at Senzeh on the ground who writhed while cursing in Spanish the Heavens and above. "He's going to rape her. And then when we're both done… I'm going to eat her. And any children you may have, all your friends, your family; I'm going to make have a slow death. Do you understand Dan?" A whimper came from the man as his throat tightened and skin broke out on his forehead. Panic raced through his mind before the vampire looked from him, back to his friend.

"Then you know what to do to stop me Dan."

Dan Rennelds turned without hesitation and began to undo his belt as he walked towards his former friend Senzeh Mency. The two men who had appeared in the alleyway disappeared from sight without another word.

The light was dim as I opened my eyes; someone had turned on a light. Quietly I looked around wincing. Why would they do that? I began to get up, one leg moving after another before getting up and walking. I stilled however as something stopped my ankle, taking my feet out from under me and I fell forward. Bells attached to the chain connected the shackle around my ankle caused ringing to go through the air. I stilled, looking around before there were footsteps. My heart began to pick up, pounding against my chest as I looked up. The door began to open and I stared wide-eyed. I shot up as he stood there, backing away.

"He said you were dead. You're Supposed To Be Dead!"

"Donn'cha know girly… I can't die…" I stilled as 'Daddy' stood staring for a few moments at me, then crossed his arms grinning, walking forward with a slight stumble in his gait. "But since you' up… seems yous up for round three."

"NO!"

"KYLIE WAKE UP." The shrieking voice yanked me out of my sleep, my body shooting up and pain blossoming into my head as it slammed into something hard. I felt hands on my shoulders and a female curse go through the air. I tensed, lips open and a hiss exiting me as I curled back onto my perch, feeling that damned tail move by my ankles as I tensed and felt my talons dig into the sofa. A low growl pulled from my throat as I stared at the woman.

Something in me quailed as she pulled her own lips back and snarled a shriek directly at me. My mind panicking as I curled into a ball, making myself smaller as she bared down, her talons sharper and longer than mine, her pointed tail flicking behind her and her ruby red lips baring her shiny white teeth while her eyes glowered down scorning me. For a few moments she held this position, my talons unwillingly falling back into my hands, I felt the tail move back and my curled position sink further into the area I was sitting in, not breaking contact as she lowered down towards me.

A low male voice came from the side though, making tense as it calmly reprimanded, "Do not snarl at your all mother Kylie." I shook for a moment and let my gaze slowly wander to the left, towards the man leaning against the wall attempting to comprehend what he just said, and who he was. His glaring gaze lightened soon enough, and he slowly moved forward, letting out a breath, "It's me, Hanska, remember?"

Hanska… Hanska was an Indian I met back home, he was like a big brother, he was… he was also an Incubus, and I was a Succubus… right? I slowly traced the thoughts nodding slowly, right. I was Kylie, Kylie Scott. I worked for Eric Northman who made a contract with me to get my blood… and… I winced. I was a partial Succubus right… ? Right… my eyes turned towards the woman in front of me. And this was The Succubus, the first wife of Adam, Lilith… my ancestor.

"Are you yourself?" I looked towards her slowly as she moved back to her usual form. The woman taking over and her eyes lidded as their red orbs stared back at me. I slowly gulped, myself? What was myself? "Are you of sound mind?" I didn't know myself anymore. It hurt to think, it hurt to move, and even right now I felt aches moving through my body. Did myself hurt? I didn't know how to answer that… slowly though, I gave a hesitant nod, and then shook my head and she stared for a few moments in thought.

Lilith's fingers came to my face and I felt the warmth of her hand, my instinct murmured things were okay, but I leaned backwards out of it regardless, staring quietly for a few moments and then slowly lowering back to my seat. My mind felt quiet, though it wasn't because of nothing I could think about. I just didn't know what to do. Part of my mind said I should be crying, another part of me was hissing and shrieking in anger and fear. A third said to not trust Hanska or anyone with a warm body, to not touch anyone, to run, to hide in the darkness and not come out until hiding wasn't necessary more… that's what it said. And that's what I was willing to do honestly. My breathing was low as I stared up at her for a few moments and then down, then felt someone approaching.

The scent of Calvin Klein oddly enough familiar with me as the vampire sat down. There was a calm gaze on that once rugged Viking fact that now looked slightly aristocratic with that hair pulled back. I studied him as I remained curled up in a large white robe, he stayed still before his eyes turned off towards the others, "Leave." Was the low growl, and I blinked as oddly enough, Lilith listened, and Hanska soon did as well before hands moved and grasped my arms. Cool hands that I could feel through the robe before he pulled my tensed form and rested it against his side. There was no sound but the light ticking of a clock in the back as he breathed out.

Wasn't there a human earlier? A doctor? One I had met before or something? I remember hissing at someone who asked me if I remembered them. Asking me if I helped with Sookie, where was Sookie? My mind tried to trace it back and managed to recall the fellowship of the sun people she was supposed to go be meeting. I didn't move though as the arm around my waist remained, light but firm.

"Kylie." Was the very calm voice, "I killed them for you." I blinked and looked up at him, form still and trying to process what he said. He killed whom for me? He said that the man who had done… those things to me was dead… but who else did he kill? He grasped my chin lightly with a neutral gaze; "I killed the two men who grabbed you from the streets. Or rather, I punished them appropriately." What was appropriate? I turned in his grasp and slowly lifted onto my knees, arms moving around his neck and burying my face into his shoulder and my arm in the process. A hand coming up and resting against my back, rubbing lightly before a breath exited him. "…I still expect you to find a way to keep yourself healthy and maintained… even if it means I have to force you to do it." I tensed at this, slowly shaking at the thought.

"Do not break your contract to me. You get to lose yourself and die when I say so. You are still mine."

Anger welled up and I settled for setting my nails into his shoulder, he grunted in response, hand resting on my lower back before I bit down into his skin slowly, hearing the hiss from him and his nails grasp into my robe. I hesitated only a moment as I sensed anger from him and annoyance, the want to reproach him coming up but only in screams and hisses. I refrained and exhaled slowly, allowing my bloody fingers to leave him, and my tongue to come out onto the blood. He exhaled slowly and his voice whispered softly, though coldly, "Do that again and I will take the blood back from you when you are healthy enough for it."

Quietly I lifted my face and I moved, straddling his lap and arching as the pain hit between my legs, making me gasp out before staring up with a breath as he gave a deadpanned look back at me. His blue eyes lidded and blonde hair slightly out of place, looking almost wind swept. I then whispered, "Will shitty things stop happening to me Eric?" Eric was safe, Eric wasn't going to do anything to me at the moment, and I knew it through instinct and feeling, he wanted me alive after all. At his face though I pondered his expression as he leaned back and sighed putting a hand on the back of my head and shoving it into his chest.

I knew for a fact if anything it was for his sake to calm me down, and I let out a breath, forcing myself to rest and relax into it anyways, fingers moving through my hair lightly now before he finally grunted, "Bad things have been happening to people for no good reason for as long as I have been alive. And that's been 1000 years Kylie." I looked up quietly and then back down feeling as a lump grew in my throat and my jaw clenched, there was heat in the corner of my eyes and he let out a sigh before resting a hand on my back, rubbing it in circles.

"All we can do is deal with them. Silly woman."

More than likely much to his annoyance, I let my face fall back into his chest and cried.

A/N: AAAAAND bam! I DIIIIID IT! –poses- I actually managed to update this sucker. Now you've read, review, and I'll see you next chapter, which with any luck will be sooner, rather than later.