Author's Note: I don't own Tru Blood. Still haven't seen tonight's episode yet actually :( I do own Lydia though...and apparently Stacy now too. Should I kill Stacy off? Bwhahaha

Reviews let me know if I suck or not. You should write one. :)

After she'd showered and gotten dressed, Lydia flipped on the TV to watch the news till she had to go wait for the bus. She had her license, and a car, but something had made it break down. She forgot the name of the part she'd already paid for and ordered, but it apparently was important. So for the next week until it came in and was installed, she was stuck with public transportation.

At first, it was classic filler news. 'Dog learns new trick', stuff like that. Then the news anchor put on his 'solemn' face and gravely spoke of a recent accident. "Today the body of the Reverend John Trace was found. He went missing three days ago. It appears that while driving home, he lost control of his car and it crashed and sunk to the bottom of the Wilson River. He was the Reverend of Haughton First Baptist, and was becoming more prominent in the media for his activism against the vampire movement. Further inquiries are being made, but so far police believe that this is a tragic accident, and not a homicide case." During the anchors monologue, pictures of the reverend were shown and footage of the church as well.

"That's right down the road..." Lydia spoke to herself quietly. Looking at the clock, she decided it was time to head out and catch the bus. As she passed by the church, she stopped and looked at it curiously. News vans were parked on the edge of the lot, and several people placed flowers on and around the entrance steps. Then she scanned the woods beside it. An odd feeling of fear crept up inside her and she didn't know why. Lydia moved on.

- - - - -

After buying the dress and spending all day being dolled up by Stacy, Lydia felt like she couldn't get any more ready than this. Stacy still hadn't told her where they were going. Lydia fidgeted nervously in the passenger seat of Stacy's Jetta while Stacy drove on happily and oozed confidence in her tight black dress.

"C'mon Stace! One little hint?" Lydia begged sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

Stacy grinned wildly. "Okay. One hint: The place is to die for!" She giggled hysterically.

Lydia sat and thought quietly for a moment and looked up at her friend in shock. "You're taking me to a vampire bar aren't you?"

Stacy pouted. "Damn. You really shouldn't read so many books you know, it makes you too smart for your own good. C'mon though Lyd! It's not all that bad at all I bet! You and I both know all that vamp shit those religious nuts sell is bogus! And also-"

Lydia was laughing and cut her off. "Stacy! It's fine!"

"It's not so- Wait, what?"

"I just never thought about going before but...if you want to go, I'm game."

"Alright then! Let's go to a vampire bar. I'll bet their dying to meet us!" Stacy giggled some more.

Lydia groaned. "Just promise me, no more bad jokes."

Soon, after some crazy driving courtesy of Stacy, they arrived in Shreveport at the club.

"Fangtastia?" Lydia muttered. "So much for no more bad jokes..."

Easing herself out of the car, her nerves began to creep up on her again. Stacy intervened with that though. "Holy crap girl! You look like sex on a stick! Yes, that dress was definetly a good idea." A smug grin hit Stacy's lips as she looked Lydia up and down.

The dress hugged her tight around the bust and let loose around her waist, hanging just above her knees. The shoes brought her already noticeable height up 3 more inches, they were black with red heels. Her hair curled in romantic waves, a drastic change from her usual ponytail. Her makeup however was very light and natural, just a little shadow, mascara and lip gloss. Taking a deep breath, Lydia decided she was ready. She winked at her friend "Just don't let me get eaten."

"No promises." Stacy smiled back.

After waiting in line for awhile, they were carded and let in by a blonde lady vampire. Fangtasia turned out to be a lot more intense than Lydia had guessed it would be. Sure, there were touristy parts of it, (the t shirts, the other merchandise, the tourists themselves), but the vampires here were darker. Realer. More animal like.

You could see it in the way they moved, the way they watched other people. Lydia had had vampire customers at the shop before and seen them other places, but those were main streamers. She realized as soon as she entered the bar that these vampires were quite a bit different than the ones she'd met.

Stacy however, seemed undeterred. "Let's get a drink, okay?" As she asked she began dragging Lydia to the bar. "Excuse me!" She hollered to the bartender, her voice barely audible over the thrumming, throbbing techno music. "Can we get two shots of tequila please?" She smiled sweetly at the man as he poured the drinks. Handing them off to the girls, he barely made eye contact before he collected their money and glided off to another customer. Lydia looked warily at the drink for a moment, then closed her eyes and swallowed. Stacy took hers like a pro. "Alright darling! Time to dance!"

Stacy dragged her off once again. Bodies surrounded them, dancing and grinding against each other. Stacy let loose like an animal, outdoing the best of them in Lydia's mind. Lydia danced with a smile, but not so much inhibition. After awhile, she decided to step out and get another drink. "I'll be right back, need a drink!" She mouthed to her friend before she pushed through the crowd.

The bar looked twice as busy as when they'd come in. She stood aside, looking around the rest of the bar while she waited for the rush to ease up. Thats when she saw him.

A man with short blonde hair and a bored gaze sat on a throne on a stage at the edge of the room. He wore a tight black shirt and pants. And judging by how far his legs stuck out from his chair, he was probably very tall. He was terrifying and beautiful all at the same time. Lydia got butterflies just looking at him. There was something odd though...even though she knew she would've remembered meeting someone like him before...she couldn't shake the feeling that she recognized him. Like a vague sense of deja vu. All of the sudden his eyes looked her way. Then she saw a space at the bar and eased her way in, glad to be away from his stare and near some liquor. After she'd managed to purchase another shot though, she saw Stacy heading towards the door with an attractive man.

"Oh no!" Lydia groaned in irritation. She followed after them sluggishly through the thick crowd.