The following two weeks were spent explaining those events. No one came outside, however, someone did call the police. Bud Dearborn, the sheriff of Bon Temps is in charge of the case. Lafayette, Tara, and I were hassled.

We had our answers straight. We told him that Eggs came by waving his gun around. The wounds left on Tara were photographed as evidence. Their shared apartment was searched. They didn't find a damn thing. Without a body or any evidence pointing to foul play, it was classified as a missing person case. That didn't take the heat off any of us.

Since René and Jason, it feels like the police are always watching, waiting for one of us to slip up. Speaking of him, Jason and his girlfriend are on the rocks. Amy Burly was a wonderful barmaid. I ended up finding out why she was always so perky and alert. She's a V addict. Not only that but she dared to introduce Jason to the shit.

Regardless of how I feel about partaking in Vampire blood, it's not something you should be messing around with on a whim. Turns out she was running from some people. Owed a dealer out west a lot of cash. She stole some product to go into business herself. She's the reason why Lafayette was picked up. It turns out they both were using the same source. The vampire that was sweet on Lafayette, in exchange for his attention, the Vampire would give him blood to sell.

He was also being entertained by Amy. She and a particularly pretty friend of hers would dress him up like a little pig and torture him for their share. She made the mistake of selling in Shreveport. Word got around to Eric and he placed eyes on the streets, they found Lafayette instead. While I was in Texas, Amy's past caught up with her. Her ex-dealer gave her an ultimatum, find some product to replace what she stole or pay for it in full.

So on top of experiencing cravings and dealing with Eric's issues. Tara's not speaking to me, she's mourning still. But mainly because we messed with her head. We didn't tell her everything, just enough for everything to make sense. She's sworn off all contact with creatures, she said that includes me.

I was currently with Jason and Hoyte. We were trying to track down Amy. She's on a bender and had a head start. She stole the truck to cover her debt. Not only that but she stole some valuables from my house. Gran's silver candlesticks. They were given to her on her Wedding day. I was so pissed at him I could wring his neck. He wonders why Gran left everything to me. It's because he does shit like this. This reminded me of when he and his stupid ass friends in high school before he dropped out. They broke in late at night.

It was for spirit week, they spray painted the walls in the gym. He was on house arrest for breaking and entering, destruction of property, and tagging. He was lucky they didn't send him to Juvie. It wasn't the first nor the last time he was arrested for his bs. Hoyte and he had been friends since middle school. Hoyte was the fat geeky kid. He lost the weight and shot up, started playing sports. Outside of that and academics, there wasn't much he got up to. Even now. It's work and church.

We pulled up to the house. It was surreal seeing how normal it looked. The Vampire lived in some Cul de sac, with a soccer van parked outside. Did he have kids? Jason took off, his truck was left running with the doors open wide. The keys were still in the ignition.

I shook my head as I heard my brother singing praise. Out of everything he was more worried about the damn truck than the fact he was an addict. As soon as I deal with this, he's going to rehab. Tara and Lafayette covered up how bad it was. Their excuse was, they didn't want to bother me during my vacation.

This thieving tramp had my brother up in the hospital. They stuck his manhood with a needle so long he passed out. The doctor had to draw blood from his erection four times. That's how high he was! Not only that, he had hallucinations and was found out back Merlotte's with Amy. They were going at it full bareback behind the dumpster. Sam fired her on the spot.

I burst into the home. At first, everything seemed normal. I didn't find her or the vampire. His name was Edward Fournier, pictures of his family still hung on his walls. From what I could tell, he did indeed have a family. They didn't seem like they were around though. As I moved throughout the house it became clear that this man was a sexual deviant. The basement was outfitted like a sex dungeon. Making the scene I witnessed seem quite normal despite it not being.

Amy was nowhere to be found but Eddie was. He was sitting inside a tub, a silver one. She had tubes hooked up to him draining his blood. He had been here a while, the stench of his body letting me know he was dead. He must of been a new vampire. I have trouble believing that he could have gotten this down badly if he wasn't.

Hoyte followed me into the house, his face was ten shades of red as he caught sight of the downstairs. We stood under the red lights trying to figure out what to do. We decided enough was enough and high-tailed it out of there. Jason had his truck back and that was it! Where ever she got off too, I hope she keeps running. Gran's candlesticks were never found. If I come across her, she better be prepared for this beat down.

Fixed one, now on to the next. As for Tara, she had been couch surfing between Lafayette and Sam. I wonder if she was hooking up with him. During our shift, she would only speak to me if she had no choice. Other than that she pretended like I didn't exist. However, if Bill or god forbid Eric showed their faces id get an ear full. Her mind would scream all sorts of curse words.

She's since taken up drinking. Tara wasn't shy with liquor but she knew how to handle herself. I think she was terrified of ending up like her mother, Lottie Mae. From what I understand she wasn't always like this. Tara's father was never in the picture, the day he left was when it all fell apart. She abused Tara because of it, blaming her for his choices.

I shouldn't have hidden things from her. It was wrong of me, I genuinely believed that her knowledge would be a worse fate. During Maryann's stay Tara and Eggs got up to many things. Besides participating in violent sex rituals and she too participated in eating.

Benedict Talley, born and raised in Chicago. He had a rough childhood, being passed around from foster home to foster home. After catching a rap for assault and drug possession he met Maryann. She promised him a safe place to lay his head until he was back on his feet.

She had other plans for him. She used her powers to enslave him. She would use his past of assault to her advantage. Forcing him to kill. Help her sacrifice others. Before her arrival, she was dying. There just weren't any believers anymore.

Not enough belief to sustain her existence. She had begun to lose faith in her god. Lose faith that he would be reborn. That was until she caught word of a creature in Bon temps. Me!

I knew where she would be. Tara was known for her fighting. Having been frequently suspended for dueling it out in the halls during class change. Of course, I was always right there. There was only one time I was needed. It was during prom night too. Tara wasn't well-liked by many in town.

She was bright! I mean incredibly intelligent, but her sour attitude ruins it for her every time. She should have been working in some lab somewhere. But here she was in New Orleans. Whenever she got particularly angry or depressed she would make the trip to a little gym.

Here is where she trained. Tara was a cage fighter for a time. This is how she put herself through school. Getting paid to fight for the entertainment of white folks. She didn't like my views on it. This type of behavior has been linked to slavery for centuries, all the way back to ancient civilization. Forcing their slaves to fight animals for sport. The bloodier the better!

I could see her going at a dummy, punching so hard I'm surprised the thing hadn't grown arms and hit back. I went to the back and got suited up. Tara only spoke one language and that was fighting. Once out and had all the gear on, I got in the ring, she looked a bit too ready to kick my ass.

I couldn't prepare for the beating I endured. I held my own against her but she had speed and agility. Not only that but a mean-ass right hook. After I couldn't take anymore we sat on the mat. We didn't speak just chugged water and tried to relax. Thankfully, she didn't hit me in my face. She helped me to my van and drove us to a bar. She bought my first drink and we both sat just nursing our injuries with libations.

"I get why you lied. Lafayette told me what you showed him, I'm not sure I could have gone on remembering all that."

"I'm sorry! I didn't think anything like that would have happened. Tara, why did you let him hit you?"

She stared at me for a long time and then she took my glass and drank its contents.

"When all you know is getting your ass beat, it becomes how you show love. I understood that. We both did. He wasn't, he wasn't bad. She made him that way."

That night we drank until our vision blurred with black spots. We were picked up by someone. Tara was taken home first before I realized that it was Eric. He was driving my Van.

"Well, there she is, your looking a bit worse for wear."

"No shit." My muscles ached in ways I hadn't known possible. My nails were all fucked up too. My heel was broken. I took off the shoe and laughed.

"I'm starting to worry you might have a liquor problem."

"Please. If anybody should it's me. I just got my ass kicked. Rightfully so but damn! I'm hungry." We pulled over and picked up Taco Bell. I was starting to sober up.

"Why does Bill send you after me?"

"What do you mean?"

"It was you that found me in Dallas, now you're here."

"You called me, Sissi."

"I did? Thank you for the check."

"You worked hard for it. I never did get to thank you for saving Godric." His eyes ran across my face.

"What?"

"Nothing. How have you been feeling?"

"Like you don't know."

Since that first dream, I had purposely been trying to avoid him. Trying to figure out who Eric was at this point was mind-boggling. Between how he treats others, including my friends. Taunting Bill, don't get me started on Pam. How he tried to sacrifice himself for me. I had whiplash.

"I don't feel you anymore. Would you like more? Heal your wounds?"

"No, thank you! I've seen enough Vampire blood for one day."

"What are you speaking about?"

"How are you going to apologize to Lafayette?"

"I granted him his life, that's how."

"Eric! You tortured him. Fed from him and to make matters worse he was plagued with dreams."

"Dreams of what?" There was a strange glint in his eyes.

"Sex."

"Did you experience them too? I've heard of the euphoria my blood can bring. The older it is, the more intense the reaction."

"Eric."

"I'll compensate him for my mistake. Despite his dealing, he wasn't the one I was after."

"I know. Amy."

"Have you seen her?"

"No, but if you catch her, while you torture her, ask where Gran's shit is."

"She stole from you?" His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

"Eric? Why would you try and sacrifice yourself for me? "

"Why would my maker send you a book of fairytales?"

I took a deep breath in frustration. Eric pulled up to my house. Bill was sitting out on the porch waiting for me.

"He must follow orders. I come after you regardless of who he is to you. Because. You belong to me. As my employee, you are under my strict responsibility, which includes making sure no one gets their hands on you. "

"I knew it. I don't know what Pam sees in you. You're nothing but a possessive power-hungry dick! I resend my invitation. I quit!"

It was quite terrifying to watch blood leak out of every orifice. It drained from his mouth like a river. Vampires could only be allowed inside your home if you invited them. Once you resend it, they become physically harmed. Just before he flew away he caressed my cheek with his soft plush lips leaving a bloody kiss mark.

Bill stood waiting for me. I fell into his arms. I took one week off and my entire family fell apart. Bill wiped his blood off me and offered his wrist to my lips. As his blood dripped down my throat, I felt like a hypocrite. I understand why Jason got addicted to this.

The rush of euphoria tingled across my body. It came in waves. The bruises and scrapes disappeared. My limbs didn't feel tired despite my exhaustion. Bill carried me over the threshold and put me to bed. That night I was grateful for the dreams but they weren't ones of Eric or even Bill. But Godric.

I don't understand the pull to him. Whether it was my first meeting. His honesty. Or if it's the knowledge. The information waiting to spill. So it had been Eric, not Bill that snooped through my things. I'd have to be careful. Even if I resent my invitation, that kiss was proof enough that Pam was right. Eric wouldn't just let me go!