A/N: Well hey there my lovely readers, long time no read :o. This lovely new story of mine is the story that I had mentioned in my authors note in my first story (The Crack in Her Mask) that I was allowed to adopt by the previous owner xMissEmilyx. I'm very much nervous about posting this since it's now my second story on top of it being rewritten and continued from a previous owner. I really hope you guys like it and please please review , I would absolutely love your feedback :). Enjoy the story .

I own nothing but my own characters.

Walk Like an Angel

As I look out the window of the brown police cruiser I can't help but ask myself the same unanswered question of 'why am I here?'. Staring at the old worn house in front of me I'm filled with the hatred that I harbor towards this place. I hate Bon Temps. I hate the ignorance filled people that live in it who walk around with plastic smiles on their face. Everyone in this town lives in a continuous circle of the same horror filled routine of grinning in your face until you give them the latest scoop so they can go sit around their little homey kitchen and talk about you as if you were a dog.

The recent murders popping around town is doing nothing but reveal this place for what it is. A gas chamber. That's slowly killing everyone here in it.

I've been stuck in this tiny town since the day I was born . It just finally took my parents from me. And I absolutely refuse to let it take me down after them.

At this current time I'm sitting in the back of a police cruiser in front of my cousin's house. The only reason I'm here is out of sheer force. Due to my parents death and my age , which is 16, I'm unable to live on my own. Or at least thats what the law says. So here I am waiting to be smothered by the plastic love that is my dear cousin.

It was dark out. The only thing that was bringing me comfort at this moment was the stars that sat comfortably above me in the night sky. For days I could just sit outside and get lost in them. Their depth and beauty amazed me beyond comparison. I would always sneak away whenever I could and dance in the cold dewy grass beneath them. The feel of the earth beneath me never failed to bring me away from the harsh reality as I reached up to the endless night sky above me.

The police officer came around to my side and opened the door for me. I liked him, he had been nice to me. He tried an endless amount of times to try and talk to me. He told me how he was sorry for my parent's death and even offered me a small awkward smile. When he realized though, just how more occupied I was to just stare out the window and contemplate just how much of a screwed up turn my life decided to take, he broke police protocol for me. He took me through a fast food drive-thru and let me sip on a milkshake as I rode my way to my own familial prison.

My cousin came strolling out the house with, I assume, her boyfriend. Though this town was small, to be truthfully honestly, I barely ever saw my cousin. And I like it that way. I care for very few things in this world , and one of them, is definitely not my dear cousin , Sookie.

What I did care for though, were my things that made me special. That made the night glitter like a million stars, where I could feel every nerve in me come alive.

As much as I disliked her , I can't deny that my cousin was very pretty. Her blond hair was long and shiny. But though her outer beauty shined like the sun, her soul was spoiled and fake. Her aura shined a dull red mixed with purple. Her boyfriends was a midnight black with a dull red , just like Sookie's.

The officer, who I found out was named Andie since my dear cousin enjoys to bluntly point things out, had an aura of a low yellow with a hint of gray. He was sad about something.

Sookie was dramatically shocked as the officer Andie told her about my parents death. It got even more dramatic as he told her about finding me walking aimlessly past the 'Welcome to Bon Temps' sign. I was in a complete daze as I wandered down the road.

But truth be told it wasn't the shock of their deaths that had me dazed. It was the pressure of reality telling me that I was free from this hell hole. I loved my parents , I truly did, but they were the chain that was keeping me here.

But just as quickly as my freedom came, it was snatched away from me the second I was thrown in that police cruiser.

Sookie came over to me and wrapped me in a tight uncomfortable hug, " Oh Ami! I'm so sorry about Aunt Pattie and Uncle Dan. But you don't have to worry at all sweetie, I'll take good care of ya, kay?". She actually seemed genuine about this goal, but I chose not to think to far into it.

"Ami , this is my boyfriend Bill Comptom", He stepped forward to take my hand in his and gave it a slight squeeze. " Bill this is Ami Braxton, my little cousin. Bill doesn't live with me here but he's over most of the time."

I did nothing but blink at her as Bill stared at the side of my face in, what I assume, confusion.

Sookie grew uncomfortable and tried to fill in the silence, " Hey Ami, Bill's a vampire." She blurted this out and Bill raised an eyebrow and her bluntness. My face didn't move a muscle but this explained the black aura that surrounded him.

Bill finally decided to open his mouth and turned to me with a small smile, " My condolences Miss Braxton, I apologize for having to meet due to such unfortunate events , but it is still a pleasure to meet you."

I offered a small smile in return, and the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked in Sookie's head.

"Oh! I totally forgot Bill, Ami can't speak."