Eric hasn't contact me about a date or anything in the following week after our conversation. I was drunk so I didn't really expect him to really 'woo' me or anything. But weirdly enough every day after I came home from work there was one single red rose with some amazing gift waiting for me in my door steps. How cliché, right?

It never mattered if my work ended at day or night. I always saw a gift waiting for me: like yesterday it was nice and simple and long arrow brass pendant neckless that I just loved. I think Eric has hired some human to deliver them to me; I never saw anyone but how else would they get to my doorsteps in the bright day light? And who ever delivered them was always gone when I got home. At first he tried to give me expensive gifts like a diamond wrist band but I always drove to Fangtasia and left it there until he got the hint. Do I look like I would wear diamonds?

So I was surprised to see that he had left me a beautiful beige dress and a note where he informed me that I had to wear it tonight for our date. The dress wasn't sexy or revealing like I thought when I read the card because it was from Eric. It was actually really cute and something I could have bought to myself if I had more money. He also informed me that he knew that I didn't have work tonight so no excuses. Little stalker-ish that he always just knew when I was working and when not, right?

One time he even sent me my favorite flavor of Ben & Jerry's ice cream which hadn't melted when I came home. He must know my schedule quite too well.

I got a call that my brother was in jail again, because he confessed that he killed those women. I knew for a fact that it wasn't true thanks to my telepathy. The idiot thought that he killed them though and sometimes he just didn't know how to shut up.

We haven't talked really after he blamed me for our grans death and stole her candle sticks but he's my brother and I love him. I was really close to finding out who the real killer was thanks to no vampire drama I had the time to try clear Jason's name.

"His name is Drew Marshall," I told my brother, "He had a sister named Cindy and I think he killed her. Strangled her just like Maudette and Dawn and Amy." Did I forget to tell you that? Unfortunately the killer killed her too. I didn't know her really well but I liked how Jason was with her.

Even after I told Jason all that he still didn't believe me. He though that I just couldn't deal with the fact that he was a murderer and he just wouldn't listen to me.

He called Andy to take me away and did Andy listen to what I had to say about Drew Marshall? Of course not. Some reason he hates my brother and is certain that he is the killer. But what reason would Jason have to kill our gran? Police logic people!

You know what else I found out in this past week? Sam Merlotte is a shapeshifter! Weird right? I have a boss that can change into any animal. At first I was angry at him because he knew my secret but didn't tell his. Shapeshifters have heightened senses like the smell, so I was disappointed that he hasn't smelled our killer. I couldn't keep my shields up, because I was worried about this killer so I started to hear everyone's negative thoughts about my family:

"Whole family full of killers and freaks."

"Ought to be ashamed to show her face after what her brother did."

"Sleazy little man-slut Jason Stackhouse, a goddamn murderer."

"I'd pay good money to watch that boy fry."

"He was so cute for a murderer. Wonder why he never hit on me. Guess I'm lucky."

"She knew about him all along," was the last thought I heard as Sam lead me away from people.

I needed to get away and I really needed some time alone. I needed to get these thought out of my head. It took all of me not to cry. I just needed to get away and thankfully Sam gave me the day off. I hugged him before I left.

My car wouldn't start so Rene, my friend's fiancé gave me a ride home.

"Is it really true?" he wondered aloud as he was driving "You can hear what I'm thinking right now?"

"What do I think about? Think about nothing, nothing, nothing. Think about nothing, nothing."

"Don't even bother," I told him, "Thinking about nothing ain't possible. Trust me, everyone's tried it around me. Sooner or later, you'll think about something."

"You know, what's kind of funny is that your thoughts don't have an accent," I told him. Usually people who talks with an accent have an accent in their thoughts. I smiled a little at him.

"That must e hard on you, living with that."

"It is hard, sometimes," I told him and nodded my head, "You have no idea how sick and twisted some people are. It's one thing when they think horrible stuff about me—I mean, I'm kind of used to it…" It was really hard to grow up with telepathy when even your own parents were afraid of you.

"… But, well when it's about my brother… He's all I've got left. I mean, I've lost everyone," I said sadly and have me a tissue.

We were in the kitchen when I saw it: him thinking about how he killed my gran. I dropped my ice tea and he asked if I was all right. What do you think I just saw that you were the one who killed the most important person in my life?

"I'm so jumpy these days," I barely could get those words out of my mouth without trembling. He wanted to help me clean up but I didn't want him close to me. As I walked to get a 'mop' he followed me but I didn't get a mop but my shotgun and he wondered what I was doing.

"Stay away," I told him. He didn't believe I would shoot me, but I was going to.

"Oops," he said after I tried but nothing happened.

"Told you," he said.

"She deserves it, needs it, wants to die. That's why she's with those fangers," he thought and I screamed before hitting him with my shotgun. He fell to the floor and I run for my life.

I threw the shotgun to the bushes as I ran away from him and I heard him coming after me. He was thinking about killing his own sister as I ran and ran. Somehow he could feel me in his head as he thought about every kill he has done.

I hid in a hole that was in the middle of the graveyard as he tried to lure me out; saying that he was just kidding and all that shit but I knew better.

"You fucking her me, you filthy fucking cunt? I'm gonna tear out your goddamn throat with my hands and fuck your dead face," hethought and I tried my hardest not to cry aloud.

"Shit. Goddamn it, I must have lost her. Could be hiding in the woods. I'd better go back and check. Shit." I really thought that he was going to check the woods so I lifted me head. But I felt his hands on my hair before I could even turn my head around. He threw me into someone's headstone and it hurt—a lot before he threw a fist into my face.

"Mind-reading, vampire-fucking freak bitch!" he yelled at me before hitting his fist at my face again and strangling me. A dog attacked him before I could lose my consciousness. I guess it was Sam and Rene hit him.

Rene got a little mad after Sam changed back to human and kept kicking Sam's body and yelled at him. I picked up a shovel as his back was to me and hit the back of his head. He spit a lot of blood and took a hold of my ankle.

"Fucking bitch," he yelled at me and I screamed before hit the shovel in his neck, killing him. I couldn't deal after that anymore and I passed out.

N/A: So how was it? Sorry it took so long I have had zero inspiration and I have a lot of school projects to finish.

There will either be one or two chapters left or I will continue to the second season. I haven't decided yet…

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