Isisa's POV

After I had slipped into sand man's embrace; I had dreams that seemed so vivid. They drew me in and threw me out; all into a new dream that seemed worse than the ones before. I couldn't seem to wake up; it was the same sensation I felt when I had visions.

Now the dreams were sequenced; each of them sort of fit together. But they all seemed so foreshadowing; I saw Godric die, Bill become a creator and Sookie being trapped in some sort of world. But the worst one was seeing Godric die.

He bound upon a cross; people surrounding him chanting mean and harsh things. He just took it; he didn't say anything. He simply looked to the horizon as he barely pulled against the silver chains that kept him where he was. At that moment, I knew. I knew that he did this, he would've easily broken out and escaped but...Something kept him there.

I couldn't but watch the streams of his blood as they trickled down his white linen shirt; a heartwrenching sadness erupted in my heart as I couldn't do anything but watch in horror as these people taunted just to fill their insatiable hate. Was mankind this hateful to someone different than they? Oh Wait..They are.

History hadn't taught us anything. We simply hated because it was the easiest thing to do. We didn't try to understand who or what we hated; we simply hated. I could hear my heart thump rapidly in my chest as I pushed my way through the crowd. People cheered and yelled as I shoved through them. They didn't give me a second glance as they continued their hatred.

Just as I reached the front of the group, a look of peace comes upon Godric's face as red tears slips from his eyes; I look to where he was looking and a cry of anguish leaves me. The sun was coming out. The peaks of sunrise was filling the sky; and it grew higher and higher. The steam coming from his body as he was burned alive. I rushed to the pyre that they built; tears streaming down my face as I screamed and screamed for Godric to save himself, that he didn't have to do this. My throat was hoarse from all the screaming that I been doing. But all I gotten in response was a solemn peaceful smile and truthfully that hurt me the worst.

I had discovered tear marks when I woke up; I had cried...My eyes felt like they had been crying for hours. I knew that I had been crying. I also knew that I would be covering up these swollen eyes if I planned to go to work as scheduled. My eyes looked at the clock and with a stretch; I forced myself out of bed before walking to the bathroom to take a shower that I hoped would help my swollen eyes.

As I stood underneath the shower head; the hot water sprinkling down at me had washed away some of the pain inside but it was only the physical pain that was washed away. My mind drifted to that dream, I just couldn't let the pain that followed when I simply watched Godric die.

Godric had looked so peaceful when he burned...Was that what he wanted? Did he simply want to die? I shook my head ferociously as I wanted those thoughts out. I didn't want to dwell on such things; I rather try to fix and prevent them from happening. I reached up; turning the water off with a small sigh escaping my lips. I had work today.

Sam had texted me a little while later; telling me that there was mix-up in the schedule. I wouldn't be waitressing that day..I would be in the kitchen with Terry. As Lafayette hadn't shown up for work that day. Huh..Lafayette was the type to arrive before anyone else to get the kitchen prepared as he liked cookin the food the way he cooked. I have only been in the kitchen twice since I had started working at Merlotte's.

The first time was when Sam hadn't quite yet hired Lafayette yet and the second was when Lafayette had gotten a really bad case of the sniffles which turned out to be pneumonia. He was in the hospital for three days due to that. I didn't mind cooking; I just hoped to God that I wouldn't screw none of the orders up.

Third POV- Jason

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. That simple noise was beginning to drive him crazy but it also offered a slight reprieve from all the guilt and horror-filled thoughts in his mind. He hated the clock's sounds but he hated the silence even more.

His hearing picked up footsteps; he could tell that they weren't the police officer's steps but instead someone coming to either see him or the drunk in the other cell. He glanced down; he didn't expect no one to come see him. Gran and Sookie were most likely going to be taking their sweet time as this spending time in jail could be deemed as a lesson to him.

But in reality he deemed it as a reprieve from all the death that has incurred at his home. The sound of the footsteps stopped, Jason looked up to see a man dressed in a black suit with a bead of sweat dripping down his neck. The man beheld a suitcase and a little pamphlet that he couldn't quite see from where he was. "Mr. Stackhouse?" the unknown man said as he stepped closer to the bars. Jason nodded "William Defoe." He introduced himself with a smile on his face. Mr. Defoe began talking about this church and how they were fighting off the darkness that is plaguing the world. How they could end the suffering that he felt; Jason was hooked.

He was a tad disturbed by how hateful the man was towards vampires but a little part of him was glad to be hearing such things. He remembered what happened to Amy.. Gary did that to her.. Sookie was also being entranced by such a creature also and he would protect his loved ones..at any cost.

Mr. Defoe continued his talk before he said "We are paying for your trip to Dallas if you're interested. You can attend a conference there where you will meet the key members of our church and if you are still interested.." His voice trailed off for a moment but strengthened as he said "You can attend the training course for the warriors of the sun." Jason simply nodded as he didn't have words for such a moment.

Defoe smiled widely as he slipped the pamphlet between the bars to Jason who held it in his hands with a almost reverent look in his eyes. "Sure thing, Mr. Defoe" He stated with a small voice as Mr. Defoe took his leave. And just as the religious man left; a police officer came in to inform that his bail had been posted.

Isisa's POV

A bead of sweat fell from my nose to the floor; I didn't remember the kitchen being so hot the last times I was in it. I was currently stirring a pot of gumbo, the heat from the stove made the air around it quite hot. Terry was taking care of the fries and other side dishes we had to prepare. We've had over ten orders in the past hour; what was today? Eat-out day?

Sookie was off that day so I couldn't converse with her in my mind; I noticed that all of the ones working at Merlotte's at the time were very quiet and not as energetic as usual. Which wasn't suprising as Lafayette wasn't here, he brought alot of energy into the place. The bell jingled; my eyes looked up to see Charlie and other man walking in with him. I couldn't help but feel as if Eric and Charlie were way too similar for it to be a coincidence.

Charlie was the same height, and similar build but his coloring was off. While Eric, with his pale skin and blond hair and last but not least his blue eyes; he fit the image of a Viking. Charlie was tan, green eyes and dark brunette hair; I looked at him for a moment more before I heard the timer for the gumbo go off. Charlie was the darker version of Eric. I was partial to the lighter colored male. I took it off the stove before my eyes glanced to the other man who had entered with Charlie.

The other man who had walked in was smaller in height yet built with some form of muscle mass; he had light brown eyes while his hair was a white blond, it was longer and kinda similar hair style to Einstein.I couldn't quite distinguish his age. My thoughts were interrupted by these words "Isisa, order up." Terry announced as he slid a plate of chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes over to me. My stomach made a incoherent noise at the sight of such food. "Gotcha." I murmured in reply as I picked it up and moved it over to where Arlene would pick it up.

I noticed that as I was cooking; I felt a set of eyes on me. My eyes squinted slightly when I could almost feel a sort of prodding in my mind as if someone kept trying my mind's barriers. I searched the building for anyone who could do that to me when My eyes swept up to see the eyes of that unknown man who walked in with Charlie. He didn't seem at all perturbed that I caught him staring; his eyes drifted to Charlie who glanced up. Charlie's eyes met mine and for a brief moment.. He reminded me of Eric.

I looked away; mentally shaking those thoughts away. I missed Eric to be honest. Even though I saw him the night before, I still missed him. My cheeks burned pink as I realized more and more of the steadily growing feelings. No. No. No! I can't be this little ditzy thing over a crush. "Hmph." Terry coughed as he slid something to me; my eyes looked to him "Sorry Terry, my mind is elsewhere at the moment." He gave me a sympathetic smile; I could feel his sympathy and understanding.

"Yeah, I've got those moments too.." He admitted as he wrung his fingers together; Terry had a form of PTSD that he managed with meetings and other things that the VA offered. But he still had those moments where he went completely still and his eyes looked off into the distance.I never did like his memories or thoughts when he was having an episode; but i toughed through them so I could understand a little about what he's been through.

I smiled warmly "I know..And one day those moments will be better." He nodded as he simply stayed silent before going back to his managing of the other side of the kitchen. I looked down to the pot of gumbo where I quickly served up two bowls and set them on the counter for pick up. I could still feel that slight pushing on my mind before I simply pushed back. A thud entered my ears when I see that unknown man standing up; Charlie was ushering him back down and the man was nodding while speaking in low whispers.

My eyes narrowed briefly before I went back to making the food. I allowed my telepathy to stretch out to listen for anything different.

Damn, how much can you eat woman?

My rent is due today and I'm spending money on this darn food, Shit.

I can't wait for prom. I wonder if my mama will let me go.

The thoughts in the restaurant were simple and vague but I didn't hear any from where Charlie and that man were sitting. I tilted my head as I prepared the last touches on the fried okra when I heard Ms. Leilas, I do believe you can hear me. My eyes drifted to that table where the man sat. He was simply stirring his drink; not even glancing towards me. You don't have to reply, just listen well to my words.

Now, I bet you're wondering how do I know about your ability. Well child, I am the friend that your mother told you about; and I do have a favor to request of you. See Child, you know my grandchildren. Sookie and Jason Stackhouse, quite the children aren't they?

My eyes narrowed as I wondered about how and who this man was. He hadn't even given me a name. I thought Sookie's and Jason's grandpa was dead; I even attended the memorial.. Well technically my mother was pregnant with me at that time. Did that mean that Gran cheated on..No, that couldn't be.

I bet that you're wondering who and what I am at this point. I am Niall of the Fae, particularly the Sky Fae. Sookie inherited her telepathy from me. Jason too inherited his charm from me. Due to your father being who he...

Wait? Who is my father? I haven't even gotten his name yet? They haven't revealed anything to me. I interrupted his speech with my own urgent questions. Silence filled the mental messages as I didn't get a reply back for a few moments. I continued in my duties in the kitchen, multitasking as I awaited a reply. I hoped that he would relinquish a little info about my parents.

Just as I placed the bread rolls in the oven, Your parents have yet to inform you about your past? He sent that as I took out my gloved hand from the oven area. Moving to a different space in the cooking area, I replied No, they have not. They play it off. All I get is irregular meetings and visions that pain me, plus a charm bracelet that changes shapes when a 'trial' in my life has passed.

One hand gripped the onion a bit too tight while the hand that gripped the knife was loose; seems as if I wanted to throw the onion. I quickly turned back to cutting the onion as the scent drifted to my eyes and they watered slightly. He hadn't replied, which meant either good or bad things.

I hope you will be strong enough for the trials that await you. The fact that they haven't told you anything is their business. The favor that I ask of you is that the task of watching over Sookie and Jason turns over to you. They will need a friend that cares for them as much as you do and also one that will be there for them during the moments where darkness will enter their lives. Especially Jason, soon he will have thoughts and actions that will compromise the morals that he has maintained. Sookie also, she is young in love. Love may pull her down. But Love may pull her up also.

I wish you strength Isisa Leilas, Child of Night and Day. I was silent for a moment as shock overcomes me. I didn't know what to think or even how to reply to such a message. My mind drifted off but I quickly regained it when I accidentally clipped the side of my finger. "Ouch" I look to see a slender cut on my index finger that gleamed red.

I was silent for a moment as shock overcomes me. I didn't know what to think or even how to reply to such a message. My mind drifted off but I quickly regained it when I clipped the side of my finger. "Ouch" I look to see a slender cut on my index finger that gleamed red.

I stared at it for a moment; entranced in the color. The red gleamed in the bright lights of the kitchen; I couldn't help but wonder how would a vampire react upon seeing this. Would they attack? Or would they simply look wantingly at me until the right moment to strike? I know Eric would simply offer to clean it, and then maybe make a seductive comment about cleaning the rest of me also.

I squeeze the wound just to keep the blood from running over the side of my finger; I quickly go to the first aid kit where the band aids were stored. I wipe away the excess blood before placing a nude colored band-aid on. There was a slight throb to the wound but I ignored it while I went to inform Terry of the situation.

Terry shooed me out of the kitchen; He said that he didn't want no chance of my little cut infecting any of the food. I didn't take it personally because I mean; would you want someone with a cut on their hand preparing your food. Plus it was almost close to my break time. I hung up my apron before grabbing a roll from the kitchen. I munched on the soft bread as I exited Merlotte's.

The air was humid, and the slight smell of barbecued meat made my mouth water but the bread roll made my grumbling stomach feel a tad better. I nibbled on it a little slower as I sat in silence for a few moments. I didn't think about all the new information that I had been given, I let it sink in as I tried to comprehend the information about Sookie and Jason.

Should I tell them? Should I tell them about their newfound heritage and possibly shatter the image they have of their gran? Maybe I should just ask her...I was deep in my thoughts that I barely registered the sound of someone walking up to me. I jumped up when I saw Niall; he looked older than what he did before. His face now held more wrinkles. His hair was still the same but he was dressed in more formal clothing.

"I sensed your presence. You had left before we could continue our chat." He informed me as he took a seat beside me. "Well how else could you find me?" I murmured sarcastically as I glanced his way, I didn't feel the annoying proding anymore which was a good thing.

"No need to be snippy child." He cautioned as he fiddled with a leaf that he picked up;I almost rolled my eyes but decided against it as I watched him for a moment before I asked "Why me? I bet there is more qualified babysitters in your Fae. Is it because I know Sookie and Jason so well?" I looked to the woods as I said this. It wasn't an important question due to the fact that I always looked out for Sook and Jason but it might warm him up to answering more questions.

"Oh there is." He replied swiftly as he looked my way; I don't think he meant it as insulting but it still kinda rubbed me the wrong way. "But do to the fact that my grandchildren have the tendency to be stubborn and varies words that describe hard-headed...I thought it best that you take care of them." He spoke those words with a fond tone as if he had been around Sook and Jason since they were born.

"You've been watching them..Haven't you?" I questioned as I could tell that he knew a little bit more about them that he was letting on. He chuckled at my words as if the assumption amused him. "Yes, I have. Well several of the people that work below me that have been. Think of them as Fairy Godparents." I quirked a smile at that image.

A little fairy following Sookie and Jason around with a little notebook, jotting everything they do down. "Well that isn't quite how they look like." Niall injected as my little daydream shattered. I looked to him "I have a barrier around my mind." I said sharply as my mind was private, I mean I do have some crazy thoughts at times. "You projected. I didn't snoop. Your little brick wall surrounded with a barb fence kept me out but you will realize that there are more powerful telepathics than I out there." He informed with a slight warning laced in between his advice.

I nodded before I glanced at my phone, which I had noticed that the wallpaper had changed. 'Eric..' I thought with a mental shake of my head as I saw the familiar face upon my screen. The funny thing was that he was wearing a Halloween costume; which coincidently was my last wallpaper's theme also. Eric was dressed up in early thirties clothing. The fedora was tilted over the side of his face, and he simply wore a vest as I could see his pale chest peeking out. Pam must've taken his picture due to the fact that he was smirking much larger than his usual ones.

As his eyes literally stared into my soul before I felt my heart jump once as I then read the time. My break was just about over. "Is he the vampire that is interested in you?"Niall commented as he then watched my expressions change for a split second before a look of clarity comes upon his face "You are also interested in him..Heh." he let out a small laugh as he turned around. Confusion filled me at the sight of him letting out small laughs.

I tilted my head as I asked "What's so funny?" Niall coughed once before standing "Your father. He isn't the biggest fan of vampires." I nodded as I knew that. "I know that."

"Then you must know that he will never accept the fact that you ever being with this vampire." Niall stated as he fixed his coat collar; his movements will becoming older as if he was older than what he appeared to be. I faltered for a moment, thinking of the right words to say before my stare fixed upon Niall with a determined gaze.

"I do know that fact but that wouldn't matter to me." My voice raised just a bit "If I ever decided to truly be with Eric, not even my father could stop me." I placed a hand on my chest as I continued "If I felt so much for Eric, enough to be with him..Then I mean my feelings..are pure." Then I shrugged once "I do like Eric, much more than I realize but..my heart isn't ready for such a commitment. I am not mature enough for such a commitment nor am I ready for it. A relationship takes time. Especially with a man like Eric who is quite different than any other man, which isn't a bad thing. I also don't deny that I'm not different either which means I think that allowing him in will be a challenge." I finished off my speech and could see that Niall was smirking broadly.

"You've passed. My grandchildren are in good hands." and with a bright light; Niall disappeared.

Eric Northman- Third POV

Being awoken before Sunset hadn't happened in centuries, but it has been happening quite frequently ever since he had met Isisa Leilas. She had plagued his thoughts ever since they had bonded by blood. He felt many of her mortal emotions and most of the time they barely showed up in his mind.

He hadn't felt a bond such as this for centuries. He had only did the last one for an experiment; soon killing the woman by overfeeding the next week. In a way, human emotions fascinated him as they felt things so much more easily. Humans experienced so many emotions at so many of times that it could be overwhelming for a vampire in the first days of the bond.

Isisa was different, her emotions were subtle. He would describe her emotions as if searching for a needle within a haystack. He had to truly search for her emotions. But when he did feel them, they were strong and overwhelming to the point that he could almost see her experiencing them.

He had been awoken because of her feeling strong emotions to the point that he himself was seeing what she was noticed that he was now outside of the shifter's restaraunt Merlotte's was the name. He wasn't there in body, only within the bond between Isisa and him. She was talking with a man; an elderly one by his standards of mortality.

But by Isisa's views, he knew that the man was more than what he appeared. He would ask her later who the man was but for now he listened. Isisa seemed agitated and very determined as she spoke "I do know that fact but that wouldn't matter to me." Eric's eyes watched closely as she moved with her words.

"If I ever decided to truly be with Eric, not even my father could stop me." Eric listened well to her words as he heard his own name. She placed a hand on her chest as she continued "If I felt so much for Eric, enough to be with him..Then I mean my feelings..are pure." Eric agreed

Then she shrugged once "I do like Eric, much more than I realize but..my heart isn't ready for such a commitment. I am not mature enough for such a commitment nor am I ready for it. A relationship takes time. Especially with a man like Eric who is quite different than any other man, which isn't a bad thing. I also don't deny that I'm not different either which means I think that allowing him in will be a challenge." He smirked at her words, he knew she cared for him. In his own way, he too cared for Isisa Leilas but he wouldn't admit it so easily. He also couldn't help but feel pleased at how well she defended her feelings for him to this unknown man.

He then felt lust and pride for Isisa in those moments, he did enjoy a woman who could hold her own. Eric opened his eyes before his thoughts of lust compelled him for another cold shower, the darkness of his day room didn't affect him as it would a human. He simply stared at the ceiling for a moment; while his hands moved the silken sheets away from his nude form before he decided to get up and get ready for the night.

He had already escorted Compton to the Majestrait who judged that due to Compton ending a vampire's life that he must create another. A young female with blood red hair was chosen as his new progeny. He had enjoyed the look upon Compton's face when the sentence was given, a mess in Compton's version of paradise. But he knew that a progeny who didn't remotely know her maker before the process. He chuckled as he knew that Compton would be quite frustrated with his young progeny.

Frustrated enough that Compton would come to him in order for he to show his progeny the ways of the vampire. He knew he would be getting another favor out of Mr. Bill Compton. But first...a man of the name Lafayette needed attending to.

No one messed with his area, he enforced the safety of his vampires and the law which meant that some humans deserved punishment. He still had the insufferable stains that burnt down a vampire's net down in his basement. He smirked at how Pam and him would take care of such creatures when the night came. But then the smirk slightly died as he then remembered that Pamela wanted to cut and dye his hair.

A rule to remember- Never mess with a woman like Pam.

Tara's POV

A beer in my hand was the least I could find at that moment. My momma had finally brought me down to her level. I was currently downing drinks as if they were water. But the burn in my throat would indicate something else. I was tired of taking care of a woman who clearly wasn't getting any better. She fought and whined I took away her booze.

I just couldn't take it anymore. I was done. I pulled up the scoop of my purple dress as I didn't want no body getting the wrong idea but then again maybe a man's touch could help my state of mind. I finally downed the rest of my beer and motioned for Sam to give me another. He looked at me with pity and care; that just pissed me off. "You're already slurring Tara. You're getting cut off." He made the motion for me to give him my keys.

I didn't need this man's pity or help even if we had sex. He's part of the reason why my momma screeched such terrible things at me. Anger and other unspeakable feelings filled me. "Fuck You Sam Merlotte!" I threw my napkin at him as I climbed down the stool. I needed the liquor and if he wasn't gonna give it to me then I'd just go somewhere else.

"I'll just get my liquor somewhere else." I yelled as I wobbled to the doorway. Sam was yelling for me to stop and take a moment; I simply looked up and gave him the finger before stumbling proudly out the door. "Assholes." I murmured as I unlocked my door and started the car.

I broke several laws as I sped through the windy roads, my head was becoming fuzzy and I felt like vomiting up my entire stomach. I swerved once or twice when I hit a straight but my eyes refocused for a second when I saw a huge ass pig in the middle of the road. I swerved to avoid it and hit a fence, my car made a sputtering noise before the airbag popped out.

My head hurt something fierce when a bright light revealing a cop who I knew by name but ugh.."Tara Thornton, please step of the vehicle." those words made me inwardly cringe at how much shit I was now in.

I DO NOT OWN TRUBLOOD, I ONLY OWN MY DEAR CHARACTERS.

Hi Everyone, I'm sorry that I have taken so long to update. I have been busy with all those pesky senior year activities. DX But it's official! I'm going to Pittsburgh for college. :D

As you can probably tell, I had to get back into the swing of things. So I apologize if the characters are not up to par, but I will be working on them even more as I am beginning the next chapter in about fifteen minutes.

But anyway, I thank everyone who reviewed because those reviews pushed me through my little stump and urged me to update. Metaphorical brownies for everyone and many thanks to you all. Also to all those lovely reviewers asking for a Eric/OC/Godric pairing, it's a strong possibility.

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