Never Alone

A True Blood Fan Fiction Story

Authors Note: I have wanted to make a True Blood Fan fiction story for a while now. If any one has any ideas please message me. I like making my own characters with on the originals, I'm also an Eric Northman fan with Sookie, and this story takes place right after season 4,so if you don't like it don't read it. There may be later chapters with extreme adult content, sex, and nudity... just a warning! I hope you enjoy, I own nothing about True Blood I am just writing for fun!

chapter 1:

I was sick of moving, and traveling from place to place. I have been all over the world, but no where feels quite like home. I always have to leave town in a hurry because I am a little bit different, yea different is putting it lightly. I tend to always know what people are thinking, and every time I make a friend or two they get hurt around me. I do not know why or how, but I must be the most unlucky person in the world. I needed to find a place that seemed so far off the grid, so I moved into a tiny 1 bedroom apartment in Shreveport, Louisiana.

I sighed kicking around a bunch of un packed boxes, I really need to get a job, I thought to myself. I changed into a pair of jeans, and a dark blue tee shirt, and yellow sweater to throw on, because even though I was in the south I was always cold, and I prepared for it. I grabbed my keys and headed out my front door, I was going to drive around in my beat up yellow Volkswagen beetle to try to find some one looking for help.

After about an hour of driving around and asking store owners for job applications I looked at my watch, it was nearly 5:00pm. I was coming up to a bar called Joe's, so I decided to pull in for a drink.

I walked into the bar, and it was dimly lit, smokey atmosphere, and the smell of beer and peanuts lingered in the air. There was one pool table in the corner of the room, about a dozen booths with black leather tapestry, black and white tile floor, and a few NASCAR posters on the wall. There was a middle aged man with a scruffy brown beard, shaggy hair, and a Black tee shirt with the logo of the bar on it, dusting off the bar. At the far end of the bar the only two customers were two elderly looking men drinking beer, and watching a tv in the corner end of the bar; it looked to be a fishing show.

I slowly made my way to the bar, and sat down, looking around the place. I wonder how they stay in business, unless it picks up.

As soon as I walked in I got this un easy feeling that all eyes, even though there were only three people in here, were all on me; a tall, skinny, pale white skin, green eyed, girl with long wavy golden hair, and a yankee accent. I felt out of place.

"You're new in town sweet heart" I hardly noticed the bar tender walk over to me, but his Louisiana accent was easy to pick up on. He had startled me out of my day

dream, but he had a calm nature about him. I need to stop worrying about what could happen to the people around me, and focus on right now.

"Oh, um... yes I just got into town" I fidgeted with my keys, and he chuckled, noticing how nervous I looked.

"Yea, I figured. I know all the locals around here, and I'd have remembered seeing a pretty thing like you around." I nodded feeling a bit un comfortable, I hated being noticed. He extended his hand, "The names Joe Marshall I own this bar, it's been in my family for years. What can I get for ya?"

"Nice to meet you Joe, I'm Emma Walsh, and I'll just have a bottle of Bud light" I shook his hand in return, at least everyone I'd met in this town so far seemed friendly.

Joe smiled at me, and reached behind him into the fridge for a bottle of Bud light, twisted the cap off, and set it down on a fresh napkin in front of me.

I sipped my beer, pulled my blackberry mini out of my pocket, and looked at my old messages.

BLOCKED NUMBER: I know who you are, and what you are capable of.

EMMA: Who is this?

BLOCKED NUMBER: All You need to know is I have answers, and I can offer you protection.

EMMA: Protection? Against What?

BLOCKED NUMBER: Your answers will be in Shreveport, Louisiana.

I sighed, how was I going to find this mysterious person, what were they talking about, and more importantly who were they, and why didn't they say more. I never felt like I belonged anywhere, and suddenly this mystery person has all of the answers to what is wrong with me?

"So what brings ya to this red neck town?" I looked up and there was Joe smiling down at me.

"Actually, I'm trying to find work, and a place I fit in really, I just need to get away." I didn't want to tell him everything about me, but perhaps he knew of a place to hire an out of place girl like me. He rubbed his chin, and seemed to be looking at me really hard. Perhaps he was thinking about it, locals knew everything in a small town.

"Say, how old are you Emma?"

"I'm 25 years old" I saw the smirk on his face grow, hoping he wasn't some pervert or something.

"Well then you're in luck ,I'm in need of a bartender on the weekends, I had to make sure you were of age. I don't need any fines, or trouble, but boy could I use the help, it tends to get a bit busier at night." I smiled, even though I knew nothing about mixing drinks, but how hard could it be really?

"That would be wonderful, thank you!" I nearly knocked over my beer with enthusiasm, which made him smile, as he caught my beer before it could fall to the floor.

"I take it you don't have much bar tending experience?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm a quick learner, I promise" I'm also a giant klutz, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He seemed to be looking me over.

"Of course you are, no worries hun, it isn't too hard, I'll make ya up a cheat sheet"

"Thanks Joe" He nodded.

"Sure thing, you can come in tonight, and I'll let you work with me a bit to get the feel for the place." I hoped Friday nights weren't too busy, at least not until I learned the ropes of this place. I smiled to myself and continued to sip my beer.

Meanwhile, I noticed another person come in, and change the channel to a local news station.

I glanced over at the television and it looked to be a local news station, with two women having a debate of some sort. The first one was a petite woman with beautiful long blonde hair, and silky skin, in a soft pink pants suite. The name Sarah Newland was written under her, and she looked to be in this time zone, because it looked to be daylight, and it said she was in New York. The second woman looked way more serious, older woman, with shorter shoulder length hair, a darker blonde than Sarah's, and she was in an all black blazer and skirt. Her name read Nan Flannigan, and she was broadcasting from Hong Kong, where it seemed to be night.

I heard the man turn up the volume on the tv, and I listened to the debate at hand.

"We assure you Mrs. Newland, that we do not know what happened to you're husband ;Reverend Steve Newland, we are not responsible." Nan tried to persuade Sarah, but she kept shaking her head.

"You Vampires have made our lives miserable since you came out of the coffins, you killed Steve's family, stole my sister from me, and now you take my husband, and good messenger of the lord..." She was interrupted by Nan.

"Mrs. Newland, I assure you those are false accusations, and you have no proof."

Ms. Flannigan must be a Vampire, I sighed thinking about how I've heard about them for years, but never met one myself. I didn't believe all of the negative propaganda the media had to say about them, I mean they are just trying to fit into out society as normal people, what could be wrong with that? I remember hearing about one vampire in particular that made headlines as a monster; Russell Edgeington. I suppose just like humans, there are evil vampires, but that couldn't make all vampires evil, could it?

I was brought out of my thoughts when Joe came over putting a black 'Joe's' tee shirt in front of me ,and a black apron.

"Wear this tonight when you come in around 8:00pm" I nodded in agreement.

"Thank you" I finished off my beer, and decided to get cleaned up before I come back for my first day of training. I noticed Joe giving me a funny look as I stared at the TV again.

"Do you believe that garbage?"

"I'm sorry?" not really sure what he was referring to.

"Vampires, they keep causing nothing but trouble, but I'm supposed to stay neutral, since they are half of my clientele at night. Ha" Oh my boss was a vampire hater. I'll have to remember to stay neutral around him, I don't want any one getting the wrong idea about me. I didn't say anything in return to him I just collected my things and left.

I finally got back to my apartment, and changed into the black shirt I was given, and left my jeans on, and threw my hair up into a pony tail. I was really glad that I had found a job so soon, I just had to not get close to any one, because that is usually when things go bad for me, and mostly them. I closed my eyes remembering all the times that I had to run.

I was living in New York City, and living with a roommate; Kelly. She was light hearted, and easy to get along with. Kelly was very sociable, and would love to drag me out with her. We would go the malls, musicals, movies, and nightclubs together, and we soon became the best of friends. Kelly would tell me about this guy she liked that came into her work all the time to flirt with her, and she didn't know what to say to him that she literally thought she'd die with embarrassment before he'd ask her out. The next day after she told me that, she died. The police said it was an anxiety attack that caused her to have a severe heart attack, and collapse right there. The really odd part was her crush was in there at the time, and was apparently on his way over to ask her out, but she literally died before he could get the chance. I was so freaked out by what happened I left town immediately.

The second time I was living across the country in Seattle Washington. I figured I needed a change in atmosphere. I began working as a part time nursing assistant in a local doctors office. I was still shaken up about Kelly, but tried to move past it. I was there for a bout 6 months when I'd met Graham, he was a security guard , and we would always flirt back and forth. I eventually opened up to him, and we went out on a few dates, hitting it off right away. One night we were back at his place and things got really heated, and intense. We were watching a random horror flick on TV when we began to make out, with heavy groping and petting. That was the night that Graham told me that he loved me, and right after that told me he could literally die happy, making love to me that night. My emotions were sky rocketed, and as soon as we both hit our climax, he had a heart attack and died, right there on top of me.

Ever since then, I'd been moving all over the world, only staying there for about a few months, never letting myself get close to any one, because if I'd met some one more than once strange things would happen, and I'd have to leave again.

I didn't know what was going on with me, or why things seemed to happen around me, but I did know the answer was some where here in Shreveport.