This will be the longest Author Note ever:

OK guys, I read a shit ton of fanfiction, but I usually don't write anything, however I have given into the temptation of trying my hand at an SI/OC story in a fandom that I think could kinda benefit from one.

So yeah, Another Stackhouse is going to feature an SI/OC as another Stackhouse sister who will maybe make the narration a bit more bearable, I mean, I love the Trueblood books and TV show, but I find I can't stand Sookie for the most part. Sometimes she's ok and honestly I find her to be a very good character for a southern Gothic, but I find that grating for my Northeastern and Educated sensibilities. This is in no way trying to insult anyone who identifies with Sookie, just stating that FOR ME, I really can't stand a lot of things about her character.

So yes, this will be an Eric/OC story because Sookie and Eric would never work out unless her personality does a 180 flip (seriously every good fanfiction with them involves her having a radical shift in perspective). This is my answer to that, I write this really for myself, but I hope you enjoy it as well.

Being reborn was not something I ever expected to happen to me. I hadn't been particularly religious in my last life, nor had I done anything that I would have thought earned me Karma points in order to get a human body if the Hindus had the right of it. Nor was it the work of any Buddhist teachings as I definitely remembered who I had been and was no longer.

Honestly, I was very split in my opinion for the formative years of my second life, half of me resenting having to go through the monotony of life again, and the other half plotting on how to capitalize on my leg up from all the other little snots my age. Needless to say, I wasn't the nicest or the happiest child… in fact I was the kid that everyone was terrified of, but would never admit to being so.

But I should probably introduce myself.

My name is Susana Stackhouse, younger sister to Sookie Stackhouse and Jason Stackhouse. I live in Bon Temps, Louisiana with my Grandmother Adele. I was a 28 year old business owner who was stabbed to death while walking home from a diner. This is my life in what is decidedly not the reality I left behind.