I do not own True Blood, and i find that the noise that their fangs popping out reminds me of bubble gum popping.

Edit 10/31/2016

Her life was horrible, and for the longest time she wished she didn't have it. Now...she's glad that everything happened. If it didn't she would never have met him...and she would do everything exactly same if it meant that she could be with him...He made her life worth it. The pain was gone with him there...

Millie was in a hell of a mood as she starred out the front of the car. She did not want to be in the car with Bill Compton and her oh so sweet cousin, especially with how they act around each other. Not only did they make horrible gooey faces at each other but Sookie was in a mood, and Sookie in a mood means not only was she going to either get an earful from them gushing over each other or they start fighting. Millie was scared at the way they fought. It unnerved her to tell the truth. Sookie always had such nasty pictures coming from her head, and Bill, thank god, just had a blank slate, because he was a vampire. Or possible because he was a very boring man. She was really happy she couldn't get a "home movie" from him. She didn't think she could handle the trauma of whatever was in there. She could only take so much.

"He cannot! Check me out like a library book!" Sookie shouted at Bill holding her flowers tighter. Millie instantly got a picture of Sookie smashing them in his face. Millie's head jerked as Sookie's home movie stopped and her eyes focused to the real world. She really hated that. Every time it happened the real world is blocked out making room for the home movie. All of her senses were whipped and she was plugged into it just like a she was a cord getting jammed into an outlet.

"Yeah, nope." Millie grumbled and got out of the car. She got enough of them at home. She could only stand them because she could move away out of the room, or steal Sookie's car and drive to Lafayette's to watch TV. She was not okay with sitting in close quarters as they bickered. She just couldn't stand it. It gave her too many reminders.

Sookie finally found someone that actually cared for her and wasn't just looking at her like a piece of meat to be eaten in more than one way. Millie wanted what Sookie had; to finally be able to hold hands with a boy. To be able to cherish someone without limits, without having to try and she had that. It wasn't fair. Millie would kill for what Sookie had, and Sookie was treating it like trash. Fighting with Bill and letting troubles get between them. She should be grateful for every moment with him.

Millie lasted 14 years without someone's touch and when Bill just shook her hand when he introduced himself was like a miracle in on its didn't scream from what she saw. She saw nothing. She wanted to touch him again, but Sookie shook her head saying no because it was wierd, and how she wished she never listened to her. The one person she could touch and he was untouchable. Sookie would never know the pain Millie was in and no matter how jealous she was, Millie hoped she never did. BUT, it really was a miracle in disguise that Sookie got to Bill first. Now that Millie knew who he is personally, she was sure she wouldn't have been able to stand him over a week. He was very bland for a hundred year old vampire.

Millie slammed the car door, Sookie and Bill both taking no notice, and starred at the building in front of her. She never has been to Fangtasia before. She heard that it was where Jason met Amy and where Sookie asked around about what happened to Dawn, may she rest in peace. That all she really knew of the place, and Millie didn't like Amy very mch so her outlook on the place was very low.

Millie just shook herself and stepped around a puddle and made her way to the front door. It had just rained and she was not getting her shoes wet. They were brand new five hundred dollar five inch platform pumps. They were the love of her life for the past two weeks. Rain and oil covered black top means oil covered shoes. Not happening. Ever. These things were saving her a life time of Jason and Lafayette making fun of her height. With her shoes she barely made five foot six, but it was good enough for her. It was more height then she'll ever see in her life time. She was very insecure about her height, and the shoes helped her a lot.

Millie heaved the door open and walked in just as the car doors shut behind her. They must have finally noticed her missing from the back. The inside of the bar was just like she would imagine a vampire bar. Dark, red, and smelled of old alcohol. She would have thought they would think out of the box. Now she was really worried on who Jason was dealing with.

"The sign said closed or can't you read. "A woman asked from the bar, not looking up from her phone. She wore a light pink sweater and had blonde hair that was darker then her own. She looked like a soccer mom, but the sour attitude and the open Tru Blood next to her said otherwise.

"Sorry, hon." Millie whipped down her jean skirt of dust. She really didn't need to but her nerves were on over drive and she need to keep her hands moving. "Bill Compton brought me along with him. No idea why."

She looked up from typing. Her fingers stopped moving as she piercing glaze met her own. "He did now."

Millie nodded as she made it out to the bar and sat down next to her, opposite of her Tru Blood. She didn't want to be in between a vampire and her meal. That thought alone made her stomach roll over its self. "Yep! He never really told me what we were here for. If he told me where we were going I would never said yes to come here." She was very good at hiding it though.

Her eyes never strayed from her person as Bill and Sookie made their way in. Took them long enough. They must have been making out before coming inside. Before she could even ask them what took them forever and why Sookie had that stupid smile on her face, a home movie started. Just like any other time, it gave no warning before abruptly starting. Sookie was standing right in front of Fangtasia trying to swallow Bill's face whole. Then it was gone like all the other times. Millie was really going to knock her cousin's face in one of these days.

Millie blinked as a man with blonde hair, almost the same color as hers, wearing a black wives beater came strutting out, and what to appeared to be a Native American.

"Good you're here." He spoke as he moved over to them. Bill leaned against the bar next to her as Sookie stayed where she was. She appeared to know both the new blondes.

"They brought company." The woman next to got up and put her phone in her pocket. Her straight hair barely fluttering as moved with delicate steps. Millie wished she could walk with the grace she had. She may have learned fast how to move in high heels but she probably could never achieve what she just did. There goes her dreams of being a ballerina.

"It appears so." The blonde put his hands behind his back and starred at Millie. "Why's the kid here."

Millie glared at him as she sat up straighter. She would have snapped at him that she wasn't a kid but she knew better than that. Do not snap at people you don't know. She learned that from

Sookie. Her cousin got in more trouble with that problem with their Gran than anything else.

Bill moved his hand to his face as Sookie glared at him. She didn't. Her cousin could not have. She knew her cousin wouldn't spill the beans. She trusted Sookie not to tell. She just wouldn't do that to her. She wouldn't. They were family.

"She's like Sookie, she may be able to help." Millie turned her eyes away from the blonde haired man to Bill. No. why the hell would Sookie do this to her. Her eyes moved to her cousin who was looking down and away from her. The betrayal she felt now hurt more anything she ever felt before. Sookie was supposed to be her rock. The people Millie came to and tell her all her anguish to and it never to get out. How could she do this to her?

Millie starred at Sookie ignoring ever one else in the bar. If she was alone with Sookie, and not in puplic, she would have slapped her silly. She would have shouted and cried her eyes out. Her heart hurt so much that she feared it would stop beating. Why would she do this to her?

"Is she now?" The blonde vampire jerked her out of her thoughts. Her face flushed with anger and the need to cry. She didn't look him in the eyes, but crossed her arms a crossed her body trying to keep the warmth in. She didn't want to be around people. She wanted to go home and wallow in her misery.

The man didn't look at her long before he moved away from her, she didn't notice him moving towards her, and back to Sookie. Her cousin had chosen to sit down through the conversation. "Pam, Longshadow and I are partners in this club."

He spoke as he circled Sookie. If Millie wasn't mad at her cousin at the moment she would have snapped at him to stop it. He looked like he was going to eat her up and swallow her whole. For whatever reason why….Oh God. It made perfect sense. He liked Sookie.

It made complete sense. The way that Bill was fidgeting, biting his thumb nail and starring at Sookie. His possessive streak was running on over drive. She barely seen it once but it was enough for her to understand. She could read certain things like this with ease. She had to be able to because she couldn't exactly have conversations with people, and she had the hobby of people watching, and she knew for a fact people were a strange creature.

Bill didn't want to come, which didn't make sense why he even came if that was the case, and the big blonde hunk was stepping on his turf. The Blond Vampire was showing interest in Sookie and her cousin didn't even notice it.

Millie tapped her fingers on her bare thy as she shook her hot pink pumps. Sookie was getting on her bad side faster faster as the night went on. She blabbed her secret to Billl, who she only liked because she didn't get home movie's from, and now had two people wanting her attention. Millie was beyond jealous. Sookie was getting what Millie wanted her whole life.

She wanted to cry so bad, that her eyes were burning. She looked down at her hand. She just got a manicure. Her nails were still shiny, and had no paint chipping. They were pink like her shoes. She wanted them to match. She didn't get them down at a cosmetic shop. She couldn't. It involved people touching her hands to clip, clean and paint her nails. No she couldn't stand that. The things she would see as they touched her would have made her sick to her stomach.

Millie hated that. She hated her superpower so much. All she wanted was to hold someone's hand not feel alone. Every day since she was two, she lived without physical touch of someone else, unless is was absolutely necessary. She had to learn to dress herself and do her hair to go to school. She had to watch her sister Hadley being pushed on the swing as she tried to learn to make her swing move with just her legs. She has been along her whole life, and with what Sookie just did to her she felt like there was nothing left.

Millie kept silent as she watched person after person get lead in by who she presumed was Pam. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on but Sookie was reading them and telling the tall blond hunk, Millie thinks Sookie called him Eric, that the person didn't do it. Millie didn't care what was going on, all she wanted to do was get home. God, she wanted her Grandmother so much at that moment.

"It's blank, like her memory's been erased." Sookie said looking up at both Pam and Eric. Her face held more confusion Millie had seen since Sookie told her she couldn't read Bill's mind. Sookie looked over her shoulder to Millie, and then back at Pam and Eric. Longshadow who was silent the whole time shifted behind her cleaning dishes. Millie was not ashamed that she jerked a little when she heard the towel move. She forgot he was even there at all. She was going to turn around to see what he was up to but Sookie said something that froze her to her seat.

"Maybe if Millie could take a look?" Sookie pointed a finger over her shoulder and at her cousin. Millie;s face scrunched up at her cousin as she straightened her legs out and placed her feet firmly on the metal bar of the stool. Her cousin couldn't be suggesting what she thought she was. She knew that Millie had a hard time. Worse than Sookie. Sookie could touch people for Jesus Christ!

"What can she do that you can't?" Pam asked from next to Eric. Millie wasn't looking at them she was starring at her cousin as Bill started to speak.

"Sookie, I do not think-"

"Millie doesn't hear things. She sees it. Maybe Millie can get something I can't." Millie's hands started to shake as she starred at her cousin. She didn't know what possessed her cousin, but whatever it was made Millie sick. How could she expect Millie to do this? She knows what it does to her.

"Well, Millie, please do try." Eric smirked as he brought a hand to his mouth. He hadn't gave any thought to her after she first entered the building but now that he heard what she could do his eyes were starring right at her. His gaze almost burned her. He was a very intense person.

"No." Millie spoke. She half expected her voice to shake but it didn't. It was steady and too loud, it echoed off the walls and around everyone. All eyes turned to her. She hated people starring at her, it made everything worse. The nerves she got being here just flared up until she felt like she was going to retch her guts on to the floors. The tiny piece of fear of being in the company of new and strange vampires magnified.

"What do you mean no?" Eric asked uncrossing his arms. His face was unnaturally still as he starred down at her from his huge height. Millie's lips pulled into her mouth as she tried to smooth out the tremors in her hands as she looked down, her eyes flicking over to Bill in a silent plea. He didn't even look at her his eyes steady on Sookie. It just reminded her how alone she was.

"Y-you don't know what it's like." Millie's eyes barely looked into his before going back to the ground. "I-t's nothing you ever experienced before."

"What do you mean?" Pam asked. Millie just shook her head as Sookie turned around in her chair to look at her. She didn't like to talk about it. It brought up too many bad memories, and she really didn't want to talk about it. The things she seen she wished she never saw. She wanted to bleach everything away so it was a blank slant but she couldn't. Somethings she couldn't forget.

"You poor thing, I don't care whatever problems you have right now. I just want to know where my money went, so please." Eric waved his had to Ginger. Millie just starred at the ground her hands trembling more. She didn't want to see what was in Ginger's head.

"Camilla, please." Sookie whispered from her chair. Sookie was only asking because she didn't know how bad it could be. She didn't understand. She'll never understand. Sookie only had voices and barely any flashes of home movies. She did have to watch people rip each other apart either mental or physically, the good way or the bad way.

Millie didn't look up. If she did she would have ran out the door and never look back. She did the only thing she could while surrounded by the enemy. She did what she was told. She slowly took off her heels and stepped off the stool.

"….You're short." Eric blinked as she moved away from him. She looked at her shoes before handing them to him. She didn't want anything to happen to them. If she was too over loaded by the home movie she may throw up. She hadn't touched anyone in a very long time, and her immunity to it has shrank horribly.

"Here. I don't want to get anything on them." Millie said softly as she blinked at his chest. He was a good foot higher than her and it was hard to even look up at him. It hurt her neck too much and she wasn't even going to try. She should probably get used to it with all the tall peoplein her life.

Eric took her shoes in his hand. Millie nodded and made her way to the table. Ginger was barely wearing anything and she had bleached blond hair. She had a natural pretty face, but the bite marks and the bags under eyes made her look worn from years of maybe drug abuse. She didn't look like she used it now but people probably could tell by her being too skinny.

Millie didn't look at her cousin as she starred at Ginger. "Please, focus and don't let your mind wonder. I don't want to see too much."

Millie didn't wait before setting her shaking hand on Ginger's clenched hand. Millie had a second to admire her skin. It was a little rough and flaky but it felt like silk to her. Millie smiled just a little and as she wound her fingers with Ginger's. She missed this. The feel of someone else near, not seeing-

Her vision blanked out. The world turned white. Everything was white. Nothing. All her senses were numb. Millie exhaled with relief. She didn't need to see anything. Millie started to pull her hand away but Ginger's subconscious mind took control. Her mind was trying to fill in the spaces to not have it completely blank.

Ginger was in a little shack. No older than ten years old. She was hiding, just barely looking around the corner. Her father and mother were fighting. Millie didn't want to see it. She did want to! Ginger's father smacked her mother. The force behind his hand making the woman fall to the ground, hitting her head on the wall. The man turned just enough to see Ginger hiding. He came towards her in quick strokes of his legs. His stride long and filled with anger. His mouth said something, but Millie didn't hear words. She never did. His hand went to her hair and pulled her out of hiding and started to drag her across the room.

Millie knew what was going to happen next. She didn't want to see it. Not again. NOT AGAIN. She started clawing at their hands and pulled. The man's hand started to move again. Nonononononononononononono. Millie pulled again and everything popped back to real life. She could hear the buzz of the fridge, the ruffle of clothes. She could see the red light dimly light the area. She was out.

Millie started to shake everywhere and covered her mouth. She was going to hurl. She moved away from them and to a trash can. She heard people speaking but she filtered them out and held the trash can for dear life. She breathed in deep but that seemed like the final straw and her dinner came up. The vile vinegar taste filled her mouth as it spilled out. She felt something touch her back, and in her panic swung an arm out and around her.

"NO!" Millie screamed as she pulled her body up and away. It was Eric, his face blank as he starred at her. She pulled herself further into her body, making herself a tiny ball. She didn't want anyone touching her. She hated them all. They made her do this. She wanted nothing to do with them. "Go away."

Eric rolled his eyes as he threw her shoes at her feet. "What did you see?"

Millie starred at him. Her hand covering her mouth, trying to make sure nothing would come up again. She felt behind her until her hand hit the wall and she slowly moved towards it and away from her bile. "Nothing. Just blank white nothing." Millie grabbed her shoes and hugged them to her.

"Then what made you vomit." Eric crossed his arms making him look as imposing as ever. He scared her. He seemed old, very old, especially with the way his eyes where evaluating everything. He must have seen things that she tries not to see. The bad things that made her wish she didn't have this curse.

"Not your business. Her subconscious took over. Old memories she suppressed." Millie held her shaking hands on her knees. She didn't know what happened next to Ginger as a kid, but she didn't want to know. Every time she touches someone or they get to close she sees things that they were suppressing. Things that they sometimes forget about, and would never think about again. When she was lucky all she got was meaningless slips of nothingness. When she wasn't she got things she wished she never seen.

Eric snorted down at her as he moved away and back to Sookie, and whispered into Pam's ear.

Pam made a face before nodding her head at Ginger. "She's been glamoured." Millie didn't know what that word meant but it probably wasn't good.

Sookie knew it though as her face slowly became open and lightened up with surprise. "It's a vampire."

Millie slammed her head against the wall. Of course it was. She started to move to get up but the all quite Longshadow jumped from behind the counter and went for Sookie. Millie screamed at him as Sookie was trapped to the table. Millie clutched her shoes to her chest. Sookie was going to die. Her throat was going to be ripped out, and she was going to die.

Then he exploded. Millie was so surprised that her mouth dropped open as Longshadow goo melted between her toes. "WHAT IN THE HELL!?" Millie screamed as she stumbled back. Her feet slipped on the blood between her toes and she fell her head cracking against the concert of the floor. Longshadow was right in her face. Just an inch away from smearing right in her hair and eye lashes. Millie shuffled away as fast as she could away from the pile of mush. She didn't want to see this. She didn't want this. Where did she go wrong?

So...I heart you for reading this.