What if Ginger has an older sister who was annoying as hell? She comes back to town and keeps visiting Fangtasia. She meets Eric and becomes fascinated by him, but he doesn't feel the same. Yes, she's pretty, but boy does she bug him. So, he comes up with a plan. This isn't a love story. It's just a story. About a girl, with feelings. And a guy with none. And how the two should probably never mix.

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Her name is Sage, I mean, of course it was! We had a pattern thing going on here. But she didn't really agree with it, and so in high school she had everyone call her Sadie and whether it wanted to or not, she made it stick.

I hadn't seen her in 4 years, then she walked into the lobby and I didn't recognize her. Sure, I felt horrible, 'cos who doesn't remember their own sister? But Sadie was good at disappearing and she hated where she was raised, so she did everything in her power to erase it completely.

Last I saw her, in her I-was-born-this-way phase, one where it was ok to look and act like you were from Louisiana, she resembled me pretty closely. With her short, curly blonde hair and green eyes, she was a skinny thing thanks to an eating disorder in high school (one of those secrets you keep even if you shouldn't). Now there was this girl sitting in the lobby of my apartment complex waiting on me, a girl I didn't even recognize, claiming to be Sadie, my older sister.

This time her hair was past her shoulders, black, yet still wavy, and her green eyes were turned blue. She was still skinny, but now she had a tattoo of a lightning bolt on the inside of her wrist. "Ginger!" She squealed, jumping up to hug me.

Surprised, I hugged her back. "Sadie – what're you doin' back in Shreveport? Last I heard you went to New York to be a backup dancer on a show."

"Oh, that's silly. I was a waitress in a restaurant up there, that's all. But those winters sure are harsh, so I was thinking of coming back here, you know, for good. C'mon, where's your place?"

And so I led her upstairs to my apartment. Sadie was back. Great.

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The next day, around noon, Sadie woke up and saw me getting dressed to go into work. "You're not taking the day off? But your long lost sister has finally returned! I'm like the prodigal son – throw me a huge party already! Invite all our old high school friends and hey, do you have a boyfriend?" She raised her eyebrows at that last part. "Ugh," She tossed down the toast she was munching on and stared at my stomach, "and are you eating? I'm jealous, look at that figure!"

"Sadie – I have to work, how else do you think I afford this place?" That wasn't true. I didn't technically have to head in until an hour before sunset, and that wasn't until 5 this time of year. But I wasn't too happy to see Sadie and I assumed if I gave her the cold shoulder she'd feel unwelcome and high tail it out of town.

It wasn't that I didn't like Sadie – she was my sister after all. But she was a pain in the butt! She always was, she had this holier-than-thou attitude, I'm prettier, skinnier, smarter, and just plain ol' better. But she would always be from Shreveport, just like me, and she couldn't stand that. She had to be better than everyone. So she up and left and no one really missed her.

So last night I told her I was wiped and that I'd see her in the morning. I had hoped I could get out and into the bar before she woke up but I wasn't lucky enough for that.

"Liar. You wrote your schedule on the fridge." She nodded her head towards the fridge.

"Oh." I said. "Sorry, I just…am going crazy. My boss is a real…" How do you describe Eric to a complete strange in as few words as possible? "Stickler." I shrugged and gave in. "You don't get a party because I'm the only one of your friends left over."

"What?" She looked hurt.

"Mary married Joey and they have 3 kids. Lisa left town with her boyfriend and got married in Texas. Marty fell in love with Barry and is on her 4th with him. Everyone pretty much settled down. Our friends got old, Sadie, it happens. But…I could take you out for a drink."

"At your work?" Her face lit up with excitement, "Oh, I can't believe it! You're gonna show me off to your work buddies!"

No way in hell! Sadie, vampire tolerant, fang-banger, or not, was NOT stepping foot in Fangtasia! She'd hit on everyone and end up dead by sunrise.

"What should I wear?"

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"Sadie, you're not coming to work with me." I sat on the sofa bed where she slept last night. She was holding up different dresses to herself in the bathroom mirror with the door open. The current one was a navy blue, almost black short dress with a v-neck held together by a silver ring. That wouldn't fly.

"Why not? What, is Fantasia some sort of strip club? Cos, you know, I've had to do a lot of strange stuff to get by too. No judgment, I swear." I believed that, even though I was pretty sure she never worked at a strip club.

"It's called Fangtasia, have a little respect. And it's not a strip club, but it is different."

"Is it like Hooters? Is that why you're so skinny, they have some diet policy?" She tossed that dress down and picked up a dark green one but immediately threw it back down. "What do I wear here, anyways?"

"Look, it's a vamp bar, ok? There." I hadn't told her that. I wasn't afraid of telling her about it, in fact, I bet in a place like New York you have all types of characters. But I didn't want her to know I worked at a vamp bar, I was afraid she'd get too curious. I was afraid she'd want to visit it. And that she'd like it.

"Wow." She picked up a white dress speckled with gold dots and spun around admiring her reflection, "I've only heard stories!"

"Wait, really? Even in the big city?" That surprised me.

"Well. Yeah…I'd been to one club, it was called Long In The Tooth. I was with my friend Bree and she met up with some guy with fake fangs. In fact, there were more fakes than reals in there. Anyways, one hit on me and…and I left." She shrugged her shoulders.

"You just left?" I knew she was leaving something out.

"Maybe with him. I don't know. I was drunk and so everything was kind of a blur. The vamp was semi hot, but not go-home-with-immediately hot. But the next day I woke up alone and…I couldn't recall leaving the bar."

"Here's an obvious question for you – did you have bite marks?"

She froze and suddenly checked herself as if it was last night. "I…I don't…remember." She turned to me, looking almost frightened.

"Hell Sadie, you know I'm not going to judge you if you went home with a vamp!" I pulled down my tee and showed her some bite marks. "See? No big thing." I wanted her to freak out, that way I'd have an excuse to tell her she couldn't come.

"Yeah, and besides, the past is the past! What time should I come over?"

I realized I could tell Pam to refuse admittance to my sister, but was I that mean? Maybe. But one visit wouldn't really hurt, would it?

"Come around 9 – that's when things get good. But know this, I can't be looking out for you the whole time. I have a job to do and those places can be dangerous, especially if you're not used to the environment."

"Oh please, I may not have hung out at vamp bars, but they were everywhere in the city at night. Well, obviously at night." She said the last bit more to herself than me.

Sadie shut the door and I lay down. 3:30…I'd have to head in soon. I guess I should still give Pam a heads up. Just as I was about to get up and yell goodbye, the door opened.

Shit. There was said, black hair laying loosely around her shoulders, looking gorgeous. The dress was short, but not skimpy. The neck was a v and the straps on the shoulders were golden braids. She looked like a roman goddess. Shit. All she needed was a crown of gold leaves. What are those called again?

"Well, how do I look for Fangtasia?" She bobbed up and down, hands clasped in front of her.

"Uhm, hun…good enough to eat." I shook my head, "But that's not necessarily a compliment."

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I told her goodbye and even wished her luck, because she was most likely about to bite off more than she could chew. Yes, Sadie was annoying, but why did I hate her so much? I guess maybe it was something deep rooted. Or maybe I was just being extra harsh.

After all, we got along great as kids. We were only a year apart so we had a lot in common. In high school, we even had the same group of friends. It wasn't jealousy, not necessarily. I think I was just always angry at her because she was never content. She couldn't have the same white shoes as everyone else, she had to have the red ones. She wasn't ok ordering the number 5 off the Sunday special menu at Cracklin' Joes, she had to have her own plate. She had to be different, she could never be content. And I think I was angry with that because, well, why? What made her so much better? Why was she so special?

We were older now, more mature. Maybe a few days with her would change my opinion completely. Maybe I needed to make more of an effort. I vowed that tomorrow, since it was my day off, I'd take her around town to all our old stops. She'd probably complain about everything staying the same and blah blah blah. This thought annoyed me so I was suddenly angry again. I shook myself out of my funk when I saw that Pam had arrived.

A few people had come, but not many. We'd only been open for 5 minutes now, and no vampires had shown up yet. Pam was the first and she looked annoyed, as usual, in her long black dress and fake black cobweb in her hair. "Hello, Pam!" I called, walking up to her as she headed towards the door where she'd be carding people.

"Ginger." She nodded.

"I have a friend coming in tonight, just to forewarn you."

"If she's a minor, worker or not, I can't let her in for you, Ginger." She looked at everyone but me.

"I know, I know. She's 25 so she's certainly legal, but if you say she can't come-"

"Does she plan on paying?"

"Yes, of course. I think." I shrugged, hopeful. Pam was possibly going to turn her away – yes!

"Alright, what's the name? I'll need to know so I can tell her how excited you'll be to see her." She gave me a dry smile. Pam could tell I was anxious and so she was definitely going to be looking out for the one who could do this to me.

"Sadie…Black hair, uh, blue eyes…" They might be green when she came in, who knew?

"Sadie what?" Pam asked as if I were a small child.

"Sadie Harper. " I sighed as realization dawned on Pam.

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Ok, so I guess I should point out the obvious, that I don't know Ginger's real last name. If anyone knows, I'd love to fix it. Also, this story takes place whenever you want. It's not really important, and I might change that down the line, but I'm not sure. I know this – Eric will have short hair, and Sookie will pop by for a casual visit. She is in no way a main character, which is why the seasons won't really matter.

I've read the books (except the last two) and seen the seasons, (well, except the last two episodes of 2). I'm doing my best. I hope you guys like this, it'll be pretty different and unique, that's for sure. The characters, mainly Ginger, will seem a little off but I'm doing my best. Ginger isn't on screen all that much, so I plan on going a little crazy and doing what I want with her character. You've been warned!

Hope you like it anyways!

Please, review! No flames.