I was seven years old when my parents were killed, in a car accident. My brother Jason and I were in the car, but survived because we were sucked out our open windows and into the creek. They found Jason near the recag of the car but I was found very far down stream and they could not connect the little blonde girl they saved from drowning to the little blonde girl who drowned with her parents.

I spent the majority of my time being shifted from orphanage to foster home and from state to state. Until I was fourteen and had been with my 36th foster home, where I had an abusive foster carer, but thanks to my 'skill' I was able to make a pre-emptive strike and run away before the foster parents got dangerous.

I was in Florida, when this happened and I jumped on the first bus that headed out of state. I didn't know where I was going but I was sure it would be better then where I had been, as long as I was by myself I would survive.

Now I'm is 25 and I am looking for my family, I have no possessions from my former life and my memories are hazy, since I had nearly drowned when they saved me. You could say I was a rebel but really I just did what I needed to survive. I was a gambler and used my 'skill' in poker when I needed the cash to move on to the next place.

I didn't know where to begin so I did the one thing that made sense to me, I broke into the orphanage that I had the earliest recollection of attending, and after following my paper trail I came to my original orphanage, they had my file in the archives and I discovered that I was believed to be from the Shreveport area, Louisiana.

I slowly lifted the window that led to the orphanage grounds, I slid down to the ground surveying the area in a low crouch, and then when the coast looked clear I ran as fast as I could to the far fence. I was running fast but my subconscious caught onto active minds behind me.

'Shit we got to get her'

'Who would break into an orphanage?'

'She has a nice arse at least I hope it's a she'

I could have hit myself, I was so excited over my discovery I didn't check for active minds in the area.

I scrambled over the fence and ran into the bushed that surrounded the orphanage. I had spent the majority of my life on the street and I knew how to get away from the police or authorities when they were chasing me. It wasn't a skill that I was proud of but it was a very useful and necessary.

My old blue Toyota Ute was parked back away from the trees next to the interstate, but far enough off the road to stay hidden from passing by drivers. The Ute was old and parts were rusted but it had got me around America, so it was reliable and familiar to me. I travelled around so much that I kept a tight grip on anything familiar and I won't let go unless forced to.

"Shreveport Louisiana here I come" I grinned at my accomplishment, I was finally going to meet my family, or my brother at least, since I had heard over the years that my grandmother had passed and that my cousin had gone missing much like I did, except everyone just thought I was dead.

I remembers so little from my life that it really depresses me when I think that the life I have now is my real life and not just a bad turn, the scary thing is I knows how to live this life, but I don't know if I could be the loyal sister and have the family and kids, especially with the things I've seen and done.

Shreveport city was lively during the day, since travelling to so many cities, my shields were very strong and I could block thoughts with a fair bit of ease, but it is still exhausting and gives me some major headaches if I'm not careful. I knew exactly where I was headed but first I needed a shower and get some rest. I pulled in to a vampire friendly hotel, knowing that the more vampires there are in the building the more chance I have to relax. When I'm stressed the thoughts can overwhelm me. The man at the checkout was a fang banger, all his thoughts revolved around getting bitten.

"Yes ma'me" he said pleasantly, he was gay, so when he looked me over he wasn't eye fucking me but evaluating me. I was wearing tight blue jeans that hugged my curves and a dark green shirt with a leather jacket, if I had a motorbike I would be your typical biker chick but, the Ute is more comfortable to sleep in when accommodation isn't available.

"I need a room for a few nights" I said dropping a wod of cash on the table, I had won it at a casino a few towns away "without the need for id and you can put down any name you like" I beamed at him as he slipped the money into his pocket and handed me a key.

"Have a nice stay, Mrs. Mary Meyer" he smiled and I went out to my Ute to get my bag. I only had one it was a duffel bag and it was easy travelling also once it doubled as a pillow for me.

My room was on the 8th floor, 2 floors below the vampire only floors. I dumped my bag on the bed and made a bee line for the shower, I had, had one a night before, but after my break in and trumping through the woods to my hidden truck I felt unbelievably gritty and needed to feel clean.

When I got out, I put on some red lace bra and panties and a short denim skirt that shows off my long tanned legs. I had black strappy heels and a tight white quarter sleeve sweater, which highlighted my assets in an obvious by classy way. I looked at the effect in the mirror, my long blonde hair was out in soft waves and I had devil-red lipstick on.

"okay not to bad Stackhouse" I mumbled to myself, puffing my hair, I needed to fit in so I went for casual glam, over the years I had read a lot of fashion magazines to past time and I was becoming quite knowledgeable.

The Shreveport police station was centred in Shreveport, it was crawling with cops and I hoped none recognised me. I walked up to the front desk, I unconsciously held my cross necklace, I was always nervous around cops and even though I doubted god would help me, I had to give it a try if I got caught. Behind the desk was a small chubby women standing their enjoying a smoothly and reading a magazine which I recognized as 'people'.

"excuse me" I said, my voice light and friendly, for some reason out of all the things I should remember from my child hood the main is the that manners my grandmother had taught me, even if I couldn't remember the women herself I remember the lesions and they had helped me a lot through life.

"Yes" the women looked up momentarily

"I was wondering if you have a missing person filled out on a child, a young girl but the name sookie Stackhouse" the women looked up immediately and straightened her stance

"Are you related to Mrs. Stackhouse" she asked in a hushed tone

"Yes, we were very close" I whispered following the girls hushed tones

"I'm sorry to inform you that sookie Stackhouse is deceased" she said loudly but then walked over to the filing cabinet and grabbed out a file, discretely sliding it over the desk, I took the hint and opened it to see it was my own missing persons file, also my deceased information

"Thank you" I went to walk away but curiosity got the best of me "but why?" I asked, turning back

"I knew sookie's mother and, sookie was a good kid, plus they never found her body, it just doesn't feel right, something's amiss" she whispered

"I agree and thank you" I left with the file tucked neatly into my purse, and I hurried back to the hotel to look at it.

There was something real depressing about reading one's own death certificate. I skipped past the unimportant or painful information until I came across what I needed, the former address, of my parents and my grandmother.

Bon temp was roughly and hour from Shreveport, it was a small town and looked homey and cosy but not familiar. I turned into hummingbird lane and followed it until I reached an old farm house that triggered something. The farm house was a decent size and fairly normal looking but something about it felt safe and comforting.

I took a deep breath and exited the car. I hadn't seen my brother in almost 18 years and was not sure how he would react to me not being dead, would he be mad that it took me so long to find him and would he send me away, Either way I was about to find out.

Slowly walking to the porch I took not of my surroundings and as I went to knock the door flung open. A black woman with long black hair stood in front of me looking at me impatiently.

"Yeah" she said clearly annoyed with something

"I'm sorry I must have the wrong address I'm looking for Jason Stackhouse" I said nervously, 'what if he moved. Shit' I thought

"Who is it babe?" a rough voice came from behind the women; I knew who is instantly and from the dumbfounded expression on his face he did to.

"Jason?" I said hesitantly, unsure of what to do next

"Sookie?" Jason said, before pulling me into a startling but not unwelcome hug. "You're alive" his voice was hard but quivering

"Sookie? Jason you mean your sister sookie" the women said excitedly, showing a big smile.

"The one and only" Jason said pulling himself together and wiping his eyes

"Wow" she said "I'm Tara, I'm Jason's wife" she announced sounding proud and genially happy, she was a completely different person then the one who answered the door.

"Sook some in" he rushed me into the kitchen, it felt like home but I didn't remember the place exactly, it was just a feeling "you must be starving we have pan cakes, with bacon grease" Jason said filling at plate with them and setting it in front of me. I smiled awkwardly, I didn't know how he would react but I didn't expect this, he hadn't even asked questions he just offered me breakfast.

"Thank you" I mumbled, trying to get my thoughts together, Jason sat across from me and just stared in disbelief, I raised at eye brow at him

"I'm sorry, it's just that your here in the flesh, I can't believe it" he smiled and I couldn't help but smiled back.

"I'm really here, I just can't believe I found you" I stared at him, we shared several family resemblances, we both had blonde hair though mine light while his was dark, we both large round eyes that sparkled blue but again his a dark where mine were a light blue.

We sat there for several minutes just looking at each there

"I never thought I'd see you again" he whispered, his voice sad and regretful

"Well you have, forget the past and just live in the moment, that's my motto" I grinned, I had reasons for living by that motto, it was the only way for me to keep my sanity.

"So where are you staying?" Jason asked changing the subjects for both our sakes

"A hotel in Shreveport 'the sapphire hotel'" I said finishing what were probably the best pancakes of my life.

"No way will you stay with us" he said collecting my empty plate

"I don't want to impose" I said hesitantly, the real reason was because 1. My life was not what it seems and they don't need to be brought into that part and 2. Was that I have trust issues and, I am a part of stuff that Jason and Tara wouldn't understand

"Its no imposition" he said, his smile was bright and excited, and before I thought I heard my voice say "yeah sure that would be great", my brain was hitting me for it but he was so excited, I didn't want to disappoint him "I just have to collect my stuff" I said

"Later" Jason waved his hand dismissively and I laughed. We spent the rest of the day talking about our lives, Jason did the most of the talking and the little information I gave was changed and half truths, he wouldn't understand my lifestyle, I'm not known as 'crazy sookie' for nothing, it was best if he was left in the dark forever.

Night was falling when I headed back to the hotel to collect my stuff, I still couldn't believe I said I would stay with them, it was a huge mistake even I knew that, but they were so welcoming and they were family. I checked out and was putting my things into my truck when I felt the brain behind me, I did the first thing I could, whoever it was were too close to run and it was a void and there was no way I could out run a vamp. I latched onto the silver blade in my duffel and in one quick movement swung around aiming for his neck.

But he ducked my swipe and slid his own knife against my stomach, it was shallow but the pain was excruciating and I felt them it radiating my whole body. Poison. His eyes went dark and his fangs ran out, before I could react, he grabbed me and threw my body against the wall, bitting into my neck, it didn't hurt that bad, I could barely feel any of my body, but the fear was running through me, I had nowhere to go and a hungry vampire feeding from my paralysed body.

I heard a heavy a foot step and a movement of blonde hair and then I was dropped to the ground but by then I had passed out.