Chapter 2

A/N: I'm gonna use italics to show a dream part that I just wanted to mention to avoid confusion. Also if it's really annoying and hard to read let me know and I'll swap it for bold so it's easier. I know some people can struggle to read italics.

I shift on the uncomfortable yet squishy from underneath me. Where am I? Oh, fuck! Bill! Did he find me? It can't be him... I wouldn't have woken up if that was the case. He's made it blatantly clear that he's going to kill me if he finds me more like when he finds me. Oh, shit gran. What if he went after her? I abruptly sat up. "Shit" I groan as my head thumps with pain at the sudden movement. I feel my head to find the injury Bill gave me expecting a rock-sized lump but only a clump of dried blood remains, matting my hair together.

How? How did this happen? Did I heal myself? I mean I blasted Bill across an alley last night so I mean it's gotta be me who did it. But how?

Before I even have time to question my abilities, even more, a click comes from a door to my right. I quickly stand the thin blanket I've only just noticed falling to my feet. The fear and worry I had earlier rapidly came back. But was quickly dismissed when an extremely pretty blonde woman appeared from behind the door with a set of clothes and a few towels folded in her arms.

"Oh you're awake" her voice sounding slightly giddy. I say nothing in response. "I'll have to tell eric. Anyways here are some clothes and a few towels so you can freshen up. The shower is just through there I'll leave you to it" she dismisses my lack of response and places the items onto the couch. "Oh, I'm Pam by the way" she smirks over her shoulder before she sways out.

Who the fuck is eric? Why am I here? What do you or that Eric guy want from me?

All these questions are in my head and I voice none of them. They could be worse than Bill and from the complete silence in Pam's head, I'm assuming she's a vamp. I'm assuming they're both vamps. Great. More trouble. Or is it? They could hide me from Bill. They could protect me. Or worse they could give me right back to him and share my blood with him. Fuck I can't do this. She seemed nice but so did Bill. I can't let my guard down. I'm gonna shower, change and then get the fuck out of here and go home.

Home! Oh my god! Gran! What if Bill got to her? What if she's hurt or worse dead and no one knows!

Jason went awol after his girlfriend died last year. Amy was it? Or was it crystal? I can't remember we never saw much of her. She got Jason doing drugs with her and she overdosed right in bed next to him. He was so traumatized he went to rehab and therapy. We haven't seen him since. He moved to California and posts on Facebook once every three months. Mostly pictures of him on yachts with girls or him smoking marijuana.

Fuck why am I thinking about him? He left us to rot in Bon temps. Now is not the time to give a fuck about his ex-trailer trash self.

I grab the clothes and towels and head to the door Pam pointed towards. Inside was a luxurious five-star hotel-looking bathroom. Towel heater, fancy toilet, jet bath, glass shower, and marble everywhere. What a contrast from such a shitty office. Whoever's this is must take pride in his cleanliness and excellent body hygiene. Massive contrast from bills, rusted toilet, and crusty bathtub.

I scrub my whole body with the soap in there and watch as the water turns murky from the blood before it swirls down the drain. Gross. I scrub the blood from my hair and close my eyes.

Big hands reach from behind me and replace mine, scrubbing the blood out of my hair. I smile a relaxed sigh exiting my body.

"Does this feel good?" His voice sends waves of comfort over my body. His fingers glide through my hair gently massaging my scalp. I lean against his chest as the water flows onto us. He lets out a small, quiet laugh almost as if wordlessly calling me cute. His hands move from my hair and he wraps an arm around my chest. His wet hair grazes my face as he rests his head on my shoulder. He plants kisses on my shoulder and neck. My head throws back in bliss. His other hand slides up and down my stomach stirring my hormones awake. I bite my lip in anticipation and wait for him to touch me where I need it. Where I want him to touch. And just as his hand begins to slide down.

I awoke with a gasp and steadied myself so I wouldn't slip. Who was that? I heard that sex dreams with people you don't know are sex demons...do they exist?! I shake my head and push the thoughts away. I finish in the shower and grab the towel off the rack. I dry myself and look for undergarments in the pile of clothes Pam handed me. Nothing...commando it is. I put on the slightly oversized sweatpants and the top which has 'Fangtasia' across the chest part and leave the bathroom.

"How was your shower?" a voice speaks from the desk. I look over and see him. The man from last night.

The voice from the dream.