Hey Guys,
Welcome to my first fan-fic on here. It's completed and will be posted once a month depending on the amount of reviews it gets and then will be uploaded accordingly.
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Read, Review, Love/Hate and I will 'see' you soon.

Greene Elliot
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Chapter 1

"You know, you're gonna stand out like a raver at a metal concert," my friend Darren said, still staring at my choice of outfit as I signalled to overtake the slow poke in front. I grinned pushing my foot down on the accelerator and overtook the person, briefly seeing that it was a male who seemed to be arguing with a red head. They were both vampires. It wasn't because of their skin vaguely glowing in that weird way that I was used to, but the red head was crying the bloody tears.

I had exchanged a look with her causing her to gasp and the male's head to whip his round to glare, with pursed lips, in my direction. That was all it honestly took for me to accelerate to speed off ahead before my anger got the better of me and I did something stupid.

"Whoa… What's gotten into you?" I heard Darren gasp as he gripped the door rest. My tongue was pressed tightly to the roof of my mouth and my lips were probably pressed tightly together that you couldn't see much else, which was something considering my lips have always been known for being plump and pouty.

"I need to re-do my lip gloss," I bit out and I noticed him flinch from my peripheral vision.

"Pull over here," he pointed to a lay by and I did so. Once I had pulled my black Porsche 911 turbo over, I switched off the engine and crossed my arms with a childish pout. Darren knew this look well and gave me a minute to calm. My mood swings will honestly be the cause of my death; if it will ever come. We both gave me another year unless I found a vampire who had a similar mood swings to my own... "Ready to talk?" he was calm and I felt his own calm wash over me. I sighed and leaned back on my chair. I was lucky to have a friend like him.

"The car I just over took. They were two vampires. The guy was having a go at a newly made vampire. I'm guessing a maker and his child." I was surprised at how calm my voice was. Darren being so calm is helping I guess.

"And she was being treated poorly?" I nodded and his frustrated sigh made me wince. "This is classic you: Always wanting to butt into other peoples' problems."

"She was crying though! And then he turns around and glares at me when he notices her looking at me, I mean honestly; who does he think he is! He has tinted windows! There was no need to glare at me because I could be a human admiring the fudging car! Eye contact could have been chance…." I looked at him with a pout. I felt like a child to him and he knew this, which was why he had that annoying smirk on his pale face. It took seconds before I had started giggling. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me awkwardly to his chest, careful not to smudge my make-up on him. "You're going to ruin my hair," I mumbled and felt the chuckle that vibrated through him. This caused me to smile. My relationship with Darren is so confusing to explain. The guy was a three-hundred and fifty-four year old vampire who was stuck in the body of a twenty-two year old man. He met me twenty years ago. I had not long turned twenty, myself, when I went out clubbing with my friends. There was a problem though. I was practically stuck in my body of eighteen. Why eighteen? Because apparently, that's when I am at the 'prime' of my life so therefore, I stop aging. 'Yay'.

"It won't take you twenty seconds to fix. That's why you have loose curls," and with that he ruffled it which caused me to snap back and fix it in my reflection of the centre mirror. His laugh just made me purse my lips. The bully just laughed harder; the stupid…Poopy Head. Yes, that is probably my meanest insult. I'm not one to swear and insult…at all. No Joke, I actually can't swear. Thus the reason I said 'fudging' earlier. I think we all know what word that was meant to be.

"'Lee, you're forty now. Chill," he said calling me by his nick name for me. My name was actually Hayley, Hayley Butler.

"I may be that awful age, but I don't look it," I grinned cheekily to him, "and I decided to try and look pretty for once. Give me that!" I didn't normally dress up like this often, I usually opted for jeans, tanks and whatever I felt comfortable in or whatever made me feel pretty in the sensible way.

"Nothing wrong with being older!" he grinned back at me once I was satisfied with my look and blew a raspberry in his direction. Age… well that's a sensitive subject for me.

"Careful or I'll bite that off," he winked lecherously at me and I laughed.

"Is that a promise?" I grinned, biting the corner of my lip enticingly making him laugh. I paused noticing the car from before drive past. I couldn't see inside the windows this time. Too far away and my eyesight isn't that great…

Taking a deep breath and settling back in my seat, I rested my hands over my stomach. "We're still going to go clubbing after you visit this bar right?" I asked and heard him 'hmm' his answer. This made me smile. I loved to go out dancing and since this was like a monthly thing, I made the most of it. "So, why do we need to visit this bar?"

"I'm a new vampire to the area remember," he was hinting about his hour long lecture about having to go visit the Sheriff of the area that he stayed in. I normally blanked out after five minutes. "Gotcha. Have a conversation, I act pretty and human and then we, or I, go and try to get wasted and dance all night." I felt the grin return to my face and faced him.

He nodded and I felt giddy. "Absolutely, if you feel up to nursing the hangover on your own tomorrow…" He knew me too well the Poopy Head. If I had to nurse a hangover on my own, then I would vow to never drink again. This lasted until the next evening. I couldn't help it really. I was still a teenager inside. Almost literally.

"Awesome. Now, point out directions. Have you got my I.D.?" I asked as I switched the engine on and pulled out driving a normal speed the rest of the way.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I bit my lip. I was going to stand out. Everyone was wearing black and red and I was wearing…Bright pink. Frick. Darren could tell I had just realised this and nudged me. "You can stay in the car if you want. This will take less than an hour," he explained and I shook my head stubbornly. I'm not one for sitting in a car like a good little girl. Besides… just sat here on my own… and hour will seem like… a day! He sighed, "You want my jacket?"

I shrugged, being awkward. "I'm dressed for clubbing. Not for visiting a vampire bar called… Fangtasia? What the Heck?" My brow was arched curiously at him as I bit down on the giggles that were coming. He was already smirking.

"It's a way to earn money. Unlike some," he was giving me that look. That look as if to state the fact that he was obviously talking about me: his pointed look.

"I earn money!" I pouted and he laughed.

"Betting against how much you can out drink someone is not a way to earn money. Not to mention that fact that it's cheating."

"Being half immune to alcohol and using that fact to your advantage is a fun way to earn money.

Plus, it's not my fault they don't know this when they accept the challenge. They should ask," I defended, crossing my arms and he smiled with a content smile.

"Silly Angel"

"Half" (oh yeah, did I forget to mention that I was half Angel? Well you know now).

"I know," and his fangs were out. I laughed and shook my head. When I said that my relationship with him was weird; well, you literally have no idea. He was like a brother, a father and the occasional lover when… Well when I felt like it. He was also the occasional prude. Yes, prude. A vampire who was prude; it does happen every now and then…

"So my I.D?" I asked as his fangs retracted and he pulled his wallet out and threw my I.D. to me. It was an old one. I frowned.

"I know, I haven't had the time to pull some strings yet."

I looked to the entrance. There was a female there. "So playing 'Hello Titty' is out of the question…" I muttered, sighing and he was frowning at me.

"Always out of the question"

I rolled my eyes at his slight possessiveness. His mood swings could be as weird as mine when it came to me... Fortunately, for quite a lot of things, my chest got us a lot of things. Men plus breasts equals 'I get away with everything': Sometimes…

"Let's hope I can get in then," I glared at him as I grabbed my small silver clutch and jumped out of the car, locking it straight away as Darren was next to me handing me his blazer. I shook my head. I was going to be proud of my look darn it! It took me a while to get this pretty and people are going to appreciate this!

I looked down at my outfit or what outfit there was. There was a tight bright pink tank like dress that just covered my bum and showed my black bra and a lot of my cleavage. I was dressed for clubbing after all. My honey skin felt like it was slightly glowing tonight, I knew that this was because I was lying out in the sun earlier (I loved the sun. It felt good against my skin). My hot cinnamon brown hair was just below my shoulders in loose curls with some framing my face. I had blue eyes, but tonight I was wearing coloured contacts so they looked a lot more neon than normal: More…abnormal.

"Try to be quiet then," I heard Darren mutter as he escorted me to the front of the line. This was a nice change. I didn't have to queue. I haven't had this leisure since I was living in Brighton and socialising with Clinton-Url McQueen…

The woman who checked the I.D's looked very bored and uncomfortable if you could say that. I could tell straight away she was bored and maybe even loathed wearing the black leather clothes that some people assumed vampires lived in. Mind you, people expected Angel's to wear white loose silks. I was living proof that not every one did. Though, sometimes it was bizarrely comfy. (You did not hear this from me. I wouldn't hear the end of it from my mother).

The female had long, straight blonde hair, smoky eye make-up (which made her look more pale) with ruby red painted lips. She was pretty, just not made-up like that. Her black leather outfit was tight, skimpy and uncomfortable. There's no need to describe it really… It really reminded me of Cat-woman but more… gothic… (A cross over between Hallie Berry and Michelle Pfeiffer)

She looked to me and then to Darren, whose hand was very close to my bum. I wanted to nudge him, but I couldn't. I knew the rules; even if I wasn't his…

(Rule one about living among the vampires: When a vampire labels you as 'His' or 'Hers' no other vampire can touch you.)

I noted a quick exchange between the two it was fast and too quiet for the human ear. Even my ears unfortunately…

"I see you brought the human you mentioned that you travel with… Do you have your I.D?" she asked me and I handed it over to her with a short smile before looking down.

"Hayley Butler, 22, Brighton?" did she expect me to answer? The slight pressure on my back signalled a yes. I looked up with a small smile once more to give her eye contact.

"Yeah, well, more like two miles away, but I spent most of my time there," another bit of added pressure told me to shut it. I must have started rambling. The pressure went and I smiled brightly to the woman in front of me. What she didn't know, and Darren did, was the smile I just gave her was my nervous smile. It was wide, completely fake and genius. Why was it genius? Because it was the kind of smile that still crinkled around the eyes that made it look genuine. Good right?

"Go on through. You'll be told when my Master is ready," she stared, slight amusement glittering her blue depths, as I was guided through by Darren and he took one look at me to know I was unimpressed by the place straight away. It looked like a stripper bar; smelled a little bit like one too. Yuck.

"Stop looking like that," he muttered into my ear and I pulled the nervous smile onto my face, though, a toned down one. With a nod he started to guide me to the bar. I kept my eyes away from my surroundings. I knew I must have smelt weird to the vampires, so avoiding the eye contact and acting like a good little 'pet' would be a good way to avoid any unwanted attention. If a yummy human looked like they had an 'owner' then the most they can do is ask the owner for some time with the pet. Depending on the rank also… Someone with a higher rank than Darren means they can just take me if they wanted to. Those have been interesting times…

"Lee? What do you want to drink?" Darren snapped me from my thought process and I smiled at him. "Jack Daniels and coke?"

He nodded and I smiled lightly, looking away again. I felt so silly. I hated being like this, but I knew it kept me safe so I did what was expected of me. If people thought I was taken then so be it. If only it was the vampires. This did not mean I didn't want the odd hook up, but with humans. If another vampire found out about me then I would probably be dead. Also, vampires are all about the biting with the random hook-ups… risky and annoying.

Like I said, Darren and I had a bet that I would be dead soon and if it wasn't for my mood swings, it will be for my blood. Yay.

I picked up the drink and smiled before taking a sip. It was weak on the Jack Daniels. Fudge. Feeling Darren's hand on my lower back, I guessed he was about to take me to a booth. I looked up to be staring at the blonde vampire from the entrance. She stared at me with an unfathomable expression, for what could have been hours, before turning to Darren and saying that her master is ready to see them now. I looked to Darren who nodded. I was to go with them. Oh Heck. This normally meant something bad. He wanted to protect me.

I followed silently, occasionally taking a gulp from my drink. I wasn't nervous. Really. Placing my glass on the tray of a passing waitress made me re-think this fact. Fudge.

We were shown into an office and I heard a deep 'Mr. Shields, Ms. Butler, please take a seat.' I sat in the seat nearest the door. Darren was in the seat next to me, but didn't have a hand on my knee or anything. This made me feel alone for once in my life. It also meant I didn't know whether to keep my mouth shut or when to control myself. Carrot Sticks. I felt co-dependant. I guess twenty years with someone will do that to you; not to mention someone who does everything for you...

I was sat straight, hands poised in my lap as I was checking around the cuticles and matching pink nail varnish. As you could probably tell, pink was a favourite colour of mine. It was very girly and feminine. "So what brought you out to Shreveport?" I heard the Sheriff ask and I stared at the corner of the desk. I listened vaguely to what conversation was going on… it was all boring talk really and I had to clench my jaw to refrain from the on coming yawn.

"Is something the matter Ms. Butler?" I heard the Sheriff, who I remember hearing his name was Eric Northman, question me. I must have been obvious in the refraining from yawning. Fudge cakes. I looked up and noticed straight away that this man was… to say the least… gorgeous. Not like Darren's pretty boy short brown hair that fell over his ears and his emerald green eyes. No way. He was rough, rugged with long blonde hair and ice blue eyes. I know my eyes must have widened a fraction because I noted a slight tug of his lips.

"No. Nothing is wrong. Thank you," Short and sweet answers. Something in his eyes told me this was not something he expected, like he was confused. I needed an out before he figured it out. Something wasn't right and I was getting the goose pimples on my arms and down my spine.

"Very well, now th-" Mr. Northman started when I interrupted

"Actually, Where's the toilet?" Darren stiffened next to me. Whoopsie, I must have been out of order. The look the Sheriff was giving me now was between amused and annoyed. I felt the heat in my cheeks grow. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Just left of this hallway," I nodded and got up and left, trying to be quiet, but my damned heels wouldn't let me. I wished I had Darren's blazer now. I felt like I was on display. Stupid outfit choice Hayley! I didn't go to the toilet. I went straight for the car. I had changed my mind. I was the kind of girl to sit in the car waiting. I was a coward. A silly cowardly… lioness! Damn mood swings…. Yes, I was going to blame this on my mood swings. Joking about my death was fine, but when it was actually at risk? No thank you. I may be a half angel, but that didn't mean there wasn't a very strong probability that I could actually die and not come back.

When I say that, I mean, that there is a very small chance that I could come back because of my half angel side and be… an angel of some sorts, but not a zombie before you say anything. Those guys are creepy and scary as. (Yes, Zombies exist, but not as scary as they are in the movies… kinda… they can't run though… they stumble.).

I marched straight passed the blonde and to the car, which was just in the shadows away from the human eye. When I reached my black beauty I realised something very silly. I had forgotten my clutch. I sighed and leaned against my door. Phooey.

It wasn't long before I was sitting on the hood leaning back on the windshield staring at the stars. I was too stubborn to go back to the office and feel creeped out. I bent one of my legs up wards to steady myself as I felt like I was slipping off. I closed my eyes feeling a slight breeze and shivered. Taking the blazer was definitely a good idea... I was an idiot. Correction: I am an idiot.

"So here she is."

My eyes opened and I turned my head to the left to see an amused Darren. I pouted and furrowed my brows together.

"Shup, kay? I was about to snooze off in there." I grinned and noticed his lips had pursed.

"What's wigged you out?"

I sat up, still looking at him as I placed my hands in front of my crotch so any onlookers couldn't see my panties. I raised a brow and tilted my head to get him to talk, but he was frozen.

"Ms. Butler, I thought I would return your clutch to you." Oh. That's why. The other voice had caused me to freeze, the goose-bumps reappearing on my arms as I turned my head to face the very tall Sheriff in front of me, arms crossed, holding my silver clutch bag. I felt a nervous grin tug at my lips as I released a nervous 'eh heh'.

"I-It looks good on you," I heard me saying and wanted to beat myself immediately. He released a chuckle and I released a breath unconsciously. This guy was almost double my height with broad shoulders and evident muscles... I could be nervous alright?

He held a hand out to help me off my car. I bit the corner of my lip as I accepted it and felt myself be pulled off slowly. I used my free hand to pull my dress back down. The smirk on the Sheriff's face remained. He liked the fact I was nervous… Well… Gosh darn it that wasn't right!

"Thank you," I spoke as calmly as I could and he nodded, handing over my bag. I took it and turned to Darren, pulling my keys out. I unlocked the car with the wireless button and started walking to the driver's door, but Darren stopped me with a hand out. Oh heck no. He was not driving my car. This baby took me ages to get. I challenged him with a look in my eyes whereas his turned slightly pleading. I stood my ground.

"You're not crashing my baby," was all I said as I slipped round him and opened the door. Taking one last look at the Sheriff I offered a very small, forced smile, "nice meeting you," before sitting in the car elegantly and slipping the keys in the ignition. Darren was soon next to me in the passenger seat, still pursing his lips. I saw the Sheriff, who was slouching slightly with his hands in his pockets take a few steps aside to allow me to leave. I prepared myself in the car and smiled, my eyes closing, hearing my baby purr like a kitten.

"Drive home," I heard Darren say and I looked at him like he was crazy.

"What? But…I didn't get dressed up to come here," I looked at him as he glared at me with his almost black eyes and I sighed, slamming my head back, "Fine. You frigging owe me a night out now. I wanted to go dancing," I muttered like a child. My mood must have reflected in my driving because I wasn't exactly quiet and slow as I exited the parking lot. I had the use of my handbrake to help turn sharply out and down the road. If I continued to drive at this pace then we would be home in twenty minutes to half an hour.

Home for me was this house just outside of a place called Bon Temps. I was planning on visiting there soon to get used to it and know my way around the area. Maybe find some good stores.

The house was a cabin of some sorts that Darren had brought and renovated to suit both our needs. His needs to make sure it was light tight in his resting areas, my needs to make sure I had video games, a nice sized kitchen, a pretty bedroom (with the en-suite bathroom and walk in wardrobe) and a room for any extra 'junk' I had. Darren had more of an underground home for his needs and things in case he wakes up early. This was good in case we needed a break from each other's company.

Our home was raised by stilts of some sort with stairs leading up to it and a garage next to the steps. Around the 'daytime' area (the main part of the house basically) there were windows almost everywhere. We could see outside into the area and even looked at the stars in some places of the living area.

When I pulled up to the house I parked the car and got out, slamming the door in the process. I locked it straight away and started storming my way up the stairs to the front door. Darren had picked me up and carried me to my room in seconds. I was still pouting feeling annoyed at him as he laid me down and started to take my heels off with care. He had vanished for a second I assumed to put my heels back in their spot, and started rubbing my feet even if I didn't need him to.

I crossed my arms stubbornly, but didn't yank my foot away. I saw the smirk on his face.

"I'm sorry, 'Lee," he said and peeked a look at me through his dark lashes. I bit the inside of my bottom lip, trying to keep angry, but what he was doing to my feet was heavenly.

I sighed and fell back onto my pillow.

"What got you so wigged out- ow!" his pressure had increased so much it hurt. I yanked my foot away and it wasn't long before he had crawled on top of me, staring at me with coal black eyes.

"He suspects you," he bit out and I sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder the other on the back of his neck. I swear this guy was too protective sometimes.

"I smell different Dare of course he's going to suspect something," I spoke to him like I would a child, keeping my tone motherly. I knew what he wanted right now (I could feel it against my pelvic bone), but I was just too much in a mood to allow it to happen. The boy would just have to have a cold shower. He sighed and rested his head in the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent. When he exhaled I couldn't help but giggle. He knew I was ticklish. I felt his cold kisses leading along my pulse line and I had to push him away so I could breathe.

"You know I'm ticklish!" I smiled and he returned it, his eyes a darkened emerald now. The hand that was on his shoulder had snaked its way to the back of his neck, my finger curling around a lock of his hair.

"But it's calmed you down right?" he asked and I nodded.

"The one who needs to calm down is you; you get so protective sometimes I'm scared for myself." He paused before nodding and leaning forward to kiss my lips lightly. I responded to his kiss and it wasn't long before I felt him press into me. Oh heck. I didn't really plan for this to happen. I was thinking more of a quickie with a human in the clubs toilets.

"I would rather you just stay mine," he growled into my ear as if hearing my thoughts. He started to trail kisses down my pulse point again, his hands roaming to my bum, pushing the dress up.

"We both know that would be silly," I gasped as his hands grasped my bum. I felt him chuckle.

"You know, we could see your underwear through your dress tonight. As you walked away, I knew the Sheriff's attention was drawn straight to your ass." He started to slip the said item down my thighs, "Why must you walk so enticingly. I could have taken you there."

I laughed then as I lifted my hips and started to unbutton his shirt.

"It's the heels and that would have been very silly," I smirked as I bit his neck, careful to not pierce the skin. He groaned his hands applying pressure to certain points in my thighs. He knew almost all the points that made me putty in his hands and sometimes, this was a bad thing: Like now.

"When we next go there, dress a little less like this, next time I won't be so kind," he breathed and I chuckled pushing the shirt off his shoulders. He had trailed his kisses to my cleavage.

"Next time?" I breathed trying to remain calm as his fingers danced around my most sensitive parts in a ghost like fashion making me quiver. He wanted me to beg. Darn him.

"I need to make a few appearances in the bar weekly. It's part of the agreement."

I stopped what I was doing right then, which was rubbing my hand at the bulge in his trousers.

A few appearances?

"What?" Using my free hand I tugged at his hair to make him look at me. His lust filled eyes had a sparkle of confusion.

"I need to turn up a few times a week to keep the business going. Vampires are the reason it's popular," he spoke as if I was being stupid, his fingers continued ghosting, but now it didn't have the same effect. I was officially turned off.

"And it's just you that has to go?" I asked and he sighed, removing his hand and placing it beside me to hold him up. "No way! I don't like it there! It's tacky and smells icky!" my voice went a higher towards the end and he just rested his forehead against my collar bone. I tried to keep his head up, but he was a vampire. They're strong.

"The Sheriff said it would be customary for a little while. A human who smells delicious, travelling with a vampire, carrying a fake I.D-"

"I told you it was a bad I.D!" I shrieked, but he silenced me with a finger.

"Who also drives like you do and has your attitude, it would be curious to a Sheriff. He's just ensuring his Area is safe." I dropped my hands to my sides, I forgot about Vampire hearing… "And I can't blame him 'Lee. You used to hunt my kind."

I scowled, but he gave me a reassuring smile, at least I felt a smile on my chest.

"Twenty-two years ago," I muttered and he chuckled and kissed the spot his lips rested against.

"I know 'Lee," he sighed and pushed himself up, "Moment gone?" he grinned and I nodded with a sigh.

"Sozza babes," I grinned when he pursed his lips at my 'teen lingo'. He pressed a kiss to my lips before rolling off of me. I pushed my dress down and rolled to my side to see him just staring at the ceiling, the bulge still straining against his trousers. I was tempted to tease him a little, but knew this was a bad idea. He was already tense.

"So… when are you going to take me dancing?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

He chuckled and his head turned to face me. "Well, today is a Friday…" he started and I sat up.

"Tomorrow night?" I knew I was hopeful. I loved going dancing. He bit his lip.

"I need to make an appearance tomorrow," I pouted.

"Fine… I'll drop you off and go dancing myself," I sighed dramatically, knowing this will rile him up. I was right.

He had me pressed down into the mattress again growling, fangs extended, "You will do no such thing," he growled and I refrained from grinning. I looked away and bit the corner of my lip in mock thought.

"I guess you can try and change my mind…" I bit my lip a fraction harder, knowing his response. He had grinned, loosening his hold on my wrists. I hadn't realised his was gripping them until I felt the pressure lessen. He was such a douche sometimes. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he was easily manipulated, but don't say anything. He would go all alpha male on me; can't have that now.

He kissed me hungrily and I returned it enthusiastically. As soon as his hands had released my wrists I was unbuckling his suit trousers and shoving them off, along with his boxers, with my feet before hooking my legs around his waist. He scraped his fangs lightly across neck along my pulse causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Bloody hurry up," I gasped pulling at his hair violently so I could kiss him. He chuckled against my lips before slamming his erection into me. I gasped loudly, my nails digging into his back, piercing the skin. He growled increasing his pace and sending me into my own little bit of heaven…

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