It had been the worst week in my entire life!

First, let me just tell you that these corpses have TOO MANY clothes around here. Doing their laundry is the worst chore of the entire week. I honestly think that they go through clothes every second. I bet you that they're doing it on purpose just to make my life miserable.

Second, that I swear everytime I clean this stupid mansion that it just ends up getting dirty again!

Those corpses are doing it on purpose, I swear-

"We aren't doing it on purpose," Eric said as he walked by.

I blew a brown curl out of my face, scoffing as he continued, "Talking aloud to yourself is what some considered crazy, you know?"

"Shut it, corpse!" I yelled at him, a twitch in my eye. "I was thinking and I just happened to say what was in my mind."

"Does this always happen?"

I shrugged. "Most of the time, I have self-control. Look, things just slip out unknowingly."

I smiled widely at him then continued to scrub these horrible floors.

"There isn't any dirt-"

"YES, THERE IS! THERE'S ALWAYS DIRT IN THIS HOUSE!" I screamed in response. "How are you corpses so dirty?! Do you roll in dirt, step in dog poop-what is it that always tracks in dirt into the place I just cleaned?!

He shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "You're the maid."

I narrowed my eyes at him and put my hands on my hips. "And you're an egotistical, man-whore of a corpse, but hey, you don't hear me complaining."

"You're complaining right now-"

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU JUST SAID THAT I WAS A MAID!"

"'Don't call me a maid, don't call me a servant-I'm not your slave, corpse,'" he mimicked my voice. "Which is it? It's confusing."

"I'm a human being with feelings. Don't treat me like an object."

Eric looked around as he rubbed his stomach. Weirdo. He's too weird sometimes. I mean what's he even thinking right now. Probably nothing in that blonde head of his.

"I'm hungry," he announced. "Make me something to eat."

I gaped at him. "Like what?! All you do is drink blood from innocent girls, Dracula! I can boil some blood in a pot for you if you like. I don't cook, corpse. Besides, all you drink is blood so why does it matter?"

He put his hands behind his back, a small smirk on his face, his clothes completely black. Definitely Dracula material, all he needs is three brides, a black cape, and he's good to go!

Maybe some grey on the sides of his head to really pull the outfit together.

"Think of something. You're a smart girl. I've seen your grades-"

"HEY! WHO SAID YOU COULD GO THROUGH MY THINGS! THAT'S AN INVASION OF PRIVACY, CORPSE!" I screamed at him, throwing my sponge at him...damn, he dodged it. I was hoping that the dirty sponge would hit his stupid rotting face.

"You could go far with that intelligence," he said.

"Can't really go anywhere now, thanks to you," I sneered.

"I was talking about with my help, you could go places."

"I don't want your help, I don't need it, corpse. I want to go home."

"This," he suddenly yelled at me, gesturing to the mansion. His voice echoed really loudly. "Is your home now! Deal with it!"

"No. It's. Not." I told him in defiance and frustration. "It'll never be...especially since I'm sure that this place is haunted."

"It's not haunted."

I lightly pushed the bucket of water with my foot and pointed at it. "See! It moved! HAUNTED!"

He rolled his eyes. "Hungry. Make me something."

"Make it yourself," I sang at him. I grabbed my things and pushed them inside of the closet. "It's hard being your maid. I'm tired."

I fell onto the chair and sighed heavily. I felt his fingers running down my neck. I opened one eye and growled, "Remove your damn hands, corpse!"

"But you're so pretty-"

"As if," I interrupted with a scoff. "Let me take a quickie."

"Do you know what that even means?"

"Ah, it means a nap for Belle Deveraux right now," I drawled out sarcastically, keeping one eye opened since I don't trust this corpse.

Thankfully, he stopped touching me. I got a half hour of peace and quiet before someone started to knock on the door, calling for Eric-scratch that, they yelled for Eric. Now in order for me to be happy and nice, I need to wake up on my own...this wasn't one of those good times.

Instead, whoever these people are, were going to get the evil overlord which is what my dad called me whenever I woke up grumpy.

Number one rule, NEVER WAKE ME UP!

I stomped over to the door and wretched it opened with a frown. "WHAT IS IT?!"

A man with pale skin-CORPSE! A corpse woke me up! Oh, he's going to regret ever meeting me!

"Where is Eric?"

"No idea, corpse. I'm just a maid."

"Where is he?"

"What are you? Deaf? He's gone. I don't know where he is. Get out!"

He opened his mouth to reply when someone behind me said, "Bill, what is it?"

"Good, you're here," I growled. "Deal with this corpse. I'm going back to bed. Don't disrupt me or else."

Eric chuckled and kissed my cheek. I yelped in surprise and pushed him away, wiping my cheek furiously.

"Ew! YUCK! Now I've got to rub my cheek with bleach to get your stench off of me!" I narrowed my eyes at him and scrunched my nose up in disgust. I pointed my finger up at him. "Don't touch me, corpse! OR ELSE!"

As I walked up the curved staircases, I called out to them over my shoulder, "Keep the noise down! And don't wake me up, corpse!"

"WHO THE HELL WOKE ME UP?!" I screamed when I came to the staircase, giving Eric a death stare.

"You sleep like the dead," Eric mused as he lounged lazily on the sofa. "I had to wake you. Pack your things, Miss Deveraux."

"I have no things," I snarled at him, gripping the wooden railing. "You took my suitcase and said that I won't get it back until this place was spotless-is that...IS THAT DIRT OVER BY THE FRONT DOOR?! WHO DID THAT?!"

I ran down the stairs and tracked the dirt trail all the way up to the pale man from before. The corpse with the scowl lines.

"I knew it," I whispered dangerously. "It was you. Why did you let him inside, Eric?!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Belle," Eric teased and stood beside her. "We need his help."

"You need his help. I don't care about him. I'm not going, I'm staying here," I snapped at him angrily. "Besides, what would I do? Clean your room and wash your clothes. Pssh! I already do that against my will, might I add?"

"Against her will," the corpse with the scowl lines echoed in questioned. "Eric, what is she talking about?"

"Nothing," Eric said carefully to him.

"Yeah, none of your business, scowl lines!"

He looked shocked at my outburst. Good! He's still a rotten old corpse who tracked in dirt when I spent days cleaning this stupid place.

"My name is Bill Compton, Miss Deveraux. There is something strange going on in Bon Temps. It nearly killed Sookie Stackhouse, my girlfriend who can read people's minds-"

"I didn't ask for your life story," I seethed then pointed a threatening finger at him. "You tracked in dirt. Therefore, I don't like you. Eric, I don't like him, get him out of here before he brings more dirt in here."

I crossed my arms in stubbornness and shook my head. "So no, I'm not going."

"There was a creature-a human bull with claws infested with some kind of poison that once it makes contact with the blood, it paralyzes them."

I widened my eyes in shock. "Paralyzes them?"

Eric nodded, a knowing smirk on his face. "It is my understanding that you are fascinated with the supernatural. Not vampires-"

"Corpses," I corrected, smiling. "How did you know-actually I don't want to know."

"Miss Deveraux here likes these kind of events, has been tracking them since she was little."

"Why?" Bill asked me.

"Curious."

"Miss Deveraux has abilities-"

"Now wait a minute," I seethed at Eric. "WHO THE HELL TOLD YOU THAT?!"

"New Orleans, 2004. Baton Rouge, 2006. Let's not forget that time in Slidell just like year," Eric started to name off the cities in which I caused a lot of trouble in. It wasn't my fault.

I lied to you guys...I'm not human or at least, I don't think I am. I've had strange surge of power sometimes, it's really weird. Every time something bad happened, my family and I packed up everything and moved. My family didn't know of my power, but whatever happened in those cities made them want to move to somewhere safe.

I would be walking down the street and boom! Something bad happened and every time I would black out. Poof!

Is that why Eric wanted me? Because he perhaps saw what I did.

Bill didn't seem surprised at Eric's confession. "Of course, you always had an eye for people like Sookie. Now you obtained her."

"She's stronger than Sookie and perhaps your bull thing as well. Her power is beyond control."

Yeah, so you better watch out, corpses or I'll burn you all alive-

"You can't burn things," Eric announced. "You're talking to yourself again."

"THEN MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, CORPSE!"

"Why does she keep on calling us that?" Bill asked curiously.

"It's her way of coping," Eric explained and shrugged.

MY WAY OF COPING?! Stupid corpse. I hope he gets eaten by a shark or at least, has his dick fall off. Now that would be some good entertainment.

"What can she do?"

"Yeah, what can I do?" I asked curiously since I don't even know what I can do. Blackouts are a bitch.

"She'll help you with your bull problem and in return, you'll help us."

"You still want us to go to Dallas for the whereabouts about the Sheriff there, Godric. He's a powerful vampire. Two thousand years old to be exact," Bill informed her. "What are we going up against? Sookie already agreed to your terms along with ten thousand dollars, remember?"

I laughed wildly. "She got you...y-you to pay her ten thousand?! BUHAHAHAHA! I got to meet this girl, she seems okay. She would've gotten gold standard in my book, but she's dating a corpse with scowl lines so I can't even make her silver level I'm afraid. Pity."

"What are we dealing with?" Bill asked.

I sighed heavily. "Maenad. They think of themselves as gods, but they're really not. Don't leave him alone, always keep on eye on him-"

"It's a woman. A her."

I froze. "Well, then that's a different story. I need to do more work then. By the way, I'm still not going to Dallas."

"You don't have a choice," Eric reminded her then lifted her over his shoulder.

"HEY! PUT ME DOWN, CORPSE! DON'T PRETEND LIKE YOU CAN'T HEAR ME-"

He muffled my yelling by stuffing a piece of cloth in my mouth. Bill followed close behind, looking very uncomfortable. GOOD! This is his fault anyways! First, he tracked dirt into the house then now he's helping the stupid corpse kidnap me.

This girl better help me or I swear to god, I'll tear them all to pieces once I-

"Talking to yourself again," Eric reminded me.

I grumbled in the cloth. "Like you can hear me through this thing."

Although, I sounded muffled through the cloth, everyone could still hear me, but those corpses ignored me!

I HATE THEM!

Stupid corpses.

TBC...

THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! Belle is very powerful, but she doesn't realize how exactly, but every once in awhile, it all piles up, bad things tend to follow in it's place. A lot of people got hurt because of her powers and no one knows the extent of her powers, but Eric because he's seen it. She likes studying weird things and the supernatural and that's why she knows so much which surprises Bill. It's one of her hobbies honestly. More answers to come. I hope you liked this chapter.

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