Hey, guys. Thanks for the reads and the reviews. I think this could be kind of fun now.

I made a slight change to the character Genevieve. I did not want to rewrite the entire first chapter, but I am going to make her 22 rather than 18 years old years old. It seems better for a girl that may or may not be spending time at a vampire bar, don't you think? She has also attended three years of college in New York.

Here is the next chapter…..enjoy!!

Again, I own NONE of the True Blood characters, only my own.

Chapter 2

You'll never know how bad it feels right now

Genevieve woke up the next morning after a fitful sleep, constantly waking up from dreams. They were vague and hard to remember, but she knew that they involved her parents as well as the vampire from the night before at times. She rolled over and glanced at the clock, surprised by the fact that is was ten o clock. She never slept like that, but she also realized that she had barely slept at all. Genevieve considered just staying in bed all day under the covers, but she doubted that Nora would let her. Viv sat up and stretched, pulling a tee shirt over her thin tank before she headed downstairs, Kendra and Nora were sitting on the couch, watching news and chatting and they both glanced up when she stepped into the room. "Hey, sleepyhead." Nora greeted her, smiling until she looked into her friend's puffy face. "Bad night, Viv?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Maybe being away from home is harder than I thought it would be." Viv admitted, running a hand through her messy hair.

"Sweetie, you have been through a really bad time. Give yourself a little healing room." Kendra told her, her brown eyes warm on the girl she considered her other daughter. Genevieve sat next to her, and she wrapped an arm around the tiny girl. "I know this isn't anything like what you're used to, but you're with us and we love you very much."

Genevieve closed her eyes and relaxed in the warmth of the embrace, trying not to cry again. She felt all dried up from the amount of tears she had shed last night. "I feel like such a burden."

""Never, Viv." Nora assured her, and Viv smiled a little bit. "It'll work out just fine." They talked her into eating a little breakfast, where she haltingly talked about her parents briefly. The accident had been right in the city after a late dinner with their friends, which Viv had not attended due to her night class at the college. They were nearly back to the midtown apartment that she shared with them, when a very intoxicated young girl had ran a red light and hit her father's side of the car. It had spun out wildly, forcing her mother's side into a street light. They had died instantly. The other driver had survived and was facing time in prison for a short while soon. Genevieve's voice drifted off after she spoke about it, and she sighed as she stared at the cherry wood table sadly. Viv sipped her coffee thoughtfully, and slowly stood up and headed back to her room. Nora stared after her, wiping the tears from her own eyes. Viv turned on some music and closed her eyes again, not feeling any motivation to move at that moment.

Viv's twenty third birthday was three weeks after that, and Nora was very concerned about the amount of time she spent alone. There were occasional trips to Merlotte's as a family of just the two of them, but Viv spent time alone there as well at night. She seemed to be getting to know Sookie more, as well as some of the other locals. One night just before her birthday, Sookie brought her screwdriver to the table and scooted in across the booth. "Alone again?" Sookie asked slowly, and Genevieve absentmindedly stirred the drink.

"Yes. It seems best right now." Viv's voice was flat, and Sookie took her hand.

"You have been through something so awful, Genevieve. I want to help you somehow, if at all possible." Sookie told her, and was met with curious green eyes.

"You know?" Genevieve asked her softly, not having mentioned it herself.

"I can read minds, or hear them in your case. Yours was screaming loud and clear to me that first evening I laid eyes on you." Sookie explained, her drawl soothing to Genevieve. "I know your sad because you lost your parents, and you feel lost in this new place."

"Wow," Genevieve said, her eyes wide. "Have you read anything else?"

"I try hard not to. It's a curse most of the time for me. Now that I know you, I really work hard not to." Sookie smiled for a moment. "That is the reason I love being with Bill so much, to be honest. Obviously, there are other reasons too, but the silence is a blessing to me."

"I can imagine." Genevieve replied, and glanced up as the door opened. Her breath stopped as the vampire from the first night walked into the room, alone this time. He was followed by Bill, and they both looked at the table that the two girls sat at. Sookie frowned as they approached the table, and Bill looked at her with concerned eyes. He asked to speak with her for a moment, and she gave Genevieve an apologetic look as she left with him to go to another table. The blond vampire leaned against a pole as still as a statue, his face set in a frown. Genevieve looked up at him, taking every inch of his handsome face. He turned only his head as he met her gaze, and his eyes were steel as they burned through her brain. She looked down at the table, and took a large sip of her drink. She realized her hands were shaking, and she bit her lip. Sookie and Bill came back, and Sookie went into the back hurriedly. Bill greeted Genevieve graciously, and she smiled wanly and murmured something back. The blond raised his eyebrow at their exchange, and soon he and Bill left with a stressed out Sookie. Genevieve watched them drive away in an older sedan through the window, wanting to know what it was about him that got to her.

Nora asked her the following day to go out for her birthday with a couple of other girls. She begged her best friend to have some fun and dance the night away, and Viv reluctantly agreed. She tried to be enthusiastic as she got ready with the Nora, and did her make up more than she had since she had arrived. She wore heavy liquid liner in black and red lipstick, making her face even more pale than it already was. Genevieve pulled on a simple black skirt and a red and black tank, adding some knee high black stockings and sparkly mary janes. She straightened her hair completely, and grabbed her small purse as the girls arrived to pick them up. Kathy and Fern were both friendly and very excited to be going out, and Genevieve listened to them chat excitedly about the club. They fussed with their brown hair and make up in the car, while Nora smiled at Genevieve. The girls pulled into a parking lot, and Genevieve read the sign over the door lit up in red. Fangtasia. "Is this that vamp bar? How corny is that name?" Viv asked, shaking her head.

"You'll see what's inside that makes it worth it." Kathy told her, her deep brown eyes wide. They all headed towards the door, and Genevieve eyed the crowd as they got in line. What a weird mix it was. Tourists, young girls like them, vampires, and others of every age group clustered together. The girls reached the front of the line, and Natalie found herself face to face with the female vampire from Merlotte's the first night.

"ID." The woman's words were short, but her blue eyes took in all five foot five inches of Genevieve with enthusiasm. "Twenty three today, Genevieve Richards. How sweet it it." her voice dripped wit sarcasm, but her eyes were still hungry. "Have a good time in there."

"Yeah, I will." Genevieve muttered, walking forward to join her friends. She shook her head, and almost laughed when she saw the inside of the building. It was like a bad vampire movie set with red walls and over the top decoration with a vampire theme. "Oh my. This is really bad." The girls headed to the bar, and Viv began to drink to celebrate the day. She was really mourning the fact that her parents were not there with her, but she hid it behind fake smiles and forced enthusiasm. The music improved as they hung out, and soon they went out to dance. Genevieve moved to it easily, having been a regular at a few places in Manhattan. She watched as the vampires danced fast and it was almost a blur, and how the humans there stared at them with awe and lust. Viv began to feel a tingle, as if someone was watching her from a distance, but the liquor was kicking in at that point. She needed a break and she went to lean against the wall as she smiled at Nora. Genevieve looked around again, and it was then that she noticed the throne on the stage, where the blond vampire in her dreams sat staring at her with interested eyes. She gulped, and held onto the wall. Genevieve felt his eyes burning into her, and she walked to the bar to escape them. She ordered another drink, and drank it nervously as she stared at the shiny black wood of the bar.

"Hey, beautiful." Genevieve turned to see a young vampire gazing at her, with jis deep black eyes full of hunger. "Care to dance again?"

"No, thank you. I'm good." Genevieve replied, and felt him touching her slim waist.

"But you looked so good out there." His voice was pleading and low, and she turned to face him.

"I said no thanks." She dropped her drink as she was suddenly against the wall in the corner, and she saw him lean close to her to smell her. "What are you doing?"

"I just wanted a dance, but you have me so hungry now." He leaned closer, and she struggled to move. He simply laughed softly , and stroked her neck. She panicked and kicked him with her knee, and he tightened his grip on her throat as she gasped. He tilted her head and moved in to bite her, when suddenly she was sliding down the wall and hitting the ground hard. Her head swirled with intoxication, and she felt a wave of nausea as she was picked up and moving through the club. Everything turned to black as she leaned her head back slowly. She felt herself come to later, and she felt herself curled up on something. Her head was pounding, and she slowly opened her eyes to see a blurry office that was much less gaudy then the club. She moaned and tried to see better, when a bottle of water appeared in front of her.

"Drink this." She jumped slightly at the voice, and looked over to see the blond vampire staring at her from the other end of the couch. "I thought a girl from the busy city of New York would be able to hold her liquor better, Genevieve."

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