Alcide was still sleeping when I slipped back into my room. I closed the window and looked at my cell-phone. This would most likely be my last day alive. Because, I would die to save someone I loved. I would also die before I became an ornament for a hateful little vampire. Lose, lose situation, it was.

I laid next to Alcide and looked up at the ceiling. Alcide started to move around, I looked over at him. He opened his eyes and smiled. "Hey." He said. "You carried me to bed?" I asked him. "Yes." He said. "Thank you." I whispered. He sat up and stretched. "No problem." He yawned. He turned to look at me. He was about to say something when his phone rang. He took the call and walked out of the room. I waited for him to return.

When he came back there was a frown on his face. "Debbie and her wolves torched my sister's salon." He said with anger. "I'm sorry but I've got to go." He told me. I got up and hugged him. "Come with me." He whispered. "I wish I could. But, I have to stay with Sook." I said, he looked down at me and nodded.

"You know, I wish I could've met you before all this." He said holding my hand in his. "I'm glad I met you. Doesn't matter to me in what kind of situation." I laughed looking at the floor. Alcide put his finger under my chin and brought my face up to his. He placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "I'll see you around Ella Stackhouse." Was what he said to me before he left.

I found myself back in the old rocking chair on the back porch. The feeling I had in the pit of my stomach was indescribable, I could die tonight. It was a great possibility. But, what else could I do? I wouldn't run, it just wasn't who I was.

As I rocked in the chair there was a sound coming from the woods. Leaves crunching, twigs snapping. Someone was coming my way. I jumped to my feet and watched the tree line. The woman I had been seeing walked out. She was in a long white dress and her feet were bare. Her beauty seemed to have been multiplied since I had last seen her.

She glanced at me and smiled. Then she turned and walked right back into the trees. "Hey stop! Please!" I screamed running after her. She stood waiting for me in the shade of the trees. "Who are you?" I asked her on impulse. "I am your mother, Eleanor." She said, her accent was British. "You can't be." I whispered keeping my eyes on her face. She looked so much like me. No, she couldn't be my mother. My mother was dead.

"Yes I can, love." She smiled. "I know you have a gift, I know because you are my child." My body froze when she said that. There was something so inhumanly about her, but I just couldn't understand what it was. "Tonight, I shall visit you. You, Eleanor will know the truth." She said. "Ella!" Sookie yelled from the house. I turned to the house and turned back to the woman. She was gone.

Quickly I ran back to the house and stumbled through the backdoor. Sookie looked like she had never been bit by a vampire in her life. Her skin held a sort of glow. "Hey, I was wondering why you went into the woods." She said taking a sip of her orange juice. "Oh, I was chasing a…cat." I came up with my lame excuse slowly. Sookie just nodded.

I sat down at the table with her. "Sook, Hadley came by this morning." I said slowly making sure she heard me. "What? Why?" She asked with a shocked expression. "She said that Eric told her Russell was coming for us, and…" I stopped not knowing how to tell her the next part. "And what Ell?" She asked looking at me. "Not to trust Bill." I mumbled not looking her in the eye. "And we should trust Eric? If he would've helped Bill and I, Russell would've never caught on to you being in Jackson." Sookie said with disgust thick in her voice.

"Do you think we should hightail it out of here before dusk?" I asked Sookie as she walked into the living room. "I'm not running." She said, and I grinned at her. "I knew you wouldn't."

The rest of that day was hard, the suspense put me on edge. I sat in my room watching the backyard from the window. When the sun fell, Sookie was ready. She clutched gran's shotgun waiting in the kitchen. I slipped a small knife into my shoe, just in case. Bill watched the front door and Jessica backed Bill up. I was on the second floor, I was Sookie's back up.

I was ready for whatever came at me. I watched as Debbie kicked in the front door. It was odd that she wasn't in wolf form. Her eyes were black and her face was set in a god awful scowl. Then as if she sensed I was there she looked slowly up at me, grinning psychotically. I stood my ground as she ran up the stairs never breaking eye contact. When she got about five steps away from me, she stopped.

"You destroyed everything, you little cunt." She growled. The rage in her voice was thick and uncanny. "Believe me Debbie, I only watched, and I can say truthfully. It was all you." I whispered smiling at the crazy bitch that could easily snap my neck. "Shut the fuck up!" She screamed. She was walking towards me. "I'm going to enjoy this." She snarled. Before she could hit me first, I brought my hand up and punched her in her face. She reeled back and wiped blood from her nose, grinning the whole time.

Before I could run she knocked me right in my jaw. The pain was instant and the blood came right after. It poured from my mouth down onto my shirt. When I focused, Debbie was giggling. I tackled her, we fell down the stairs together. When we reached the bottom she crawled on top of me and hit me in my face with unparalleled force. I gagged on my own blood for a second.

When I regained my mindfulness I knocked her over and climbed on top of her. I hit her once, twice, three times with the strongest force I could muster. Blood poured from her nose and mouth. She became aware faster than I had. As she did I reached down to my shoe and pulled out the knife. I stood and backed up until I hit the wall. Debbie sprang to her feet, it was easy to see that she could do this all night. Whereas I only had a little bit of fight left in me.

"Don't take another fucking step, Debbie!" I yelled at her. She laughed again. "I ain't fucking scared of you, little bitch." I already knew that. As she stepped closer, I felt the light inside me. The light enveloped my hand that held the knife and propelled it forward at an alarming speed. It slashed Debbie's left cheek. She let out a bloodcurdling screech. When she looked back up her face was bleeding profusely and she was coming right back at me.

Sookie walked in holding the shotgun at Debbie. "Get out of my house, bitch!" Sookie spat. Debbie looked at Sookie and kept coming. Then Sookie emptied a shell into the wall next to where she stood. "Next time, I won't miss." Sookie sounded deadly serious. Debbie seemed to have gave up. She looked at me with a bloody smirk. "I ain't finished with you." She whispered before she ran out of the house.