Noctuary: Noc"tu*a*ry\ (?; 135), n. [L. noctu by night.] A record of what passes in the night

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters (Eric, Pam, Sookie, Bill, ect...) except the ones I made up-ha.

-Hey guys, this is my first True Blood fic, hope you like it!

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"I'm so excited that you decided to move down here, Evie. It'll be just like college!" Eva smiled, the grin not quite reaching her pewter colored eyes, though her friend wasn't nearly that observant.

"Me too, me too," Eva agreed, squeezing her best friend's hand reassuringly as they walked lazily down the sidewalk.

To be perfectly honest, Shreveport, Louisiana was not, by any means, Eva's first choice in the category of places to live. Given her less than fortunate circumstances though, she decided moving somewhere new and off the map would solve her problems, or at least some of them. Shreveport was where her best friend, Whitney, moved after college on some inexplicable whim Eva could never understand. Still, it was safe to say that Eva needed a crutch, a shoulder to cry on, and all she could think to do was pack up and move to Shreveport.

"Come out with us tonight, Evie, you'll have fun I swear," Whitney trilled excitedly, her face lighting up with glee. Eva felt a jolt of hesitation about the idea. Was she completely ready to go out and have fun again? It must have been months since she laughed, really laughed. Whitney sensed Eva's hesitation and laid a hand on her friend's arm. "Eva, they would want you to go out and have fun. You're twenty-seven and beautiful and single and loads of fun…" Whitney paused and shook her head. It was a speech spoken frequently, each time with a new fervor. "You have a whole life ahead of you to live yet. They would want you to live it, Evie," she finished sweetly, smiling at Eva.

Eva knew Whitney was right. There was no sense in throwing her life away out of grief. Her family, the only family she had ever known, was dead, and there was nothing she could do to bring them back. She was across the country now, far, far away from the painful memories of home.

Eva took a shaky deep breath and smiled at her friend. "Since when did you become all wise and grown-up?" Eva joked, drawing a bright smile from Whitney.

"Must be all this Southern air," she hummed, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath through her nose. Eva couldn't help but laugh at her and Whitney opened her eyes hopefully.

"So you'll come out with us tonight then?" Whitney was still smiling but there was an edge to her voice that told Eva that if she backed out there would be trouble.

"Of course I will, Whit," Eva said and laughed as Whitney nearly strangled her in an embrace. Eva had to stop their progression down the sidewalk to keep them standing and hugged Whitney back, laughing while Whitney squealed in delight.

"Good!" she announced, releasing Eva from her death grip.

"Where to?" The duo started to walk again but Whitney stayed quiet, guiltily so. Her brows were raised and her lips were pursed together into a thoughtful line. Eva didn't like that look on her face one little bit. "Whitney," Eva said, her voice chiding as Whitney avoided eye contact. "Whit!"

"Wouldn't you rather it be a surprise? Everyone likes surprises," Whitney sang, her childlike wonder building. Eva rolled her eyes and all but snorted at the thought.

"I don't think surprises are a good idea for me, Whit. So just tell me what's going on tonight," Eva joked, still in good humor as Whitney smiled in defeat.

"You already said you'd come so there's no backing out. I mean it, Eva." Whitney's face was comically serious as she glanced over at her. Eva's hands went up in defense as she conceded to Whitney's terms. "Okay, well, you know how the vampires 'came out of the coffin' a couple years ago?" Eva's eyes narrowed as Whitney air quoted some of her sentence. She nodded, allowing Whitney to continue. "There's this great club about thirty minutes south of here where you can actually mingle with them and get drinks and dance. It's an awesome place." Whitney became silent as she looked over at Eva. Her jaw had dropped slightly at the suggestion. Sure, she knew that vampires had revealed themselves to the rest of the known world, but up north she hadn't encountered one at all. Not that she was anti-vampire because that wasn't the case at all. She was absolutely thrilled by them, as she suspected all humans- even the ignorant protesters- were. They had so much more than humans. Their hearts were still and silent but they were agelessly beautiful, unaffected by time, hindered by no man, woman, or beast. They were the epitome of beauty, grace, and the embodiment of every human's dream: immortal.

"…And the owner is probably the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life." As Eva snapped back into reality, she caught the flutter of her friend's hand to accompany the last part of her sentence. Eva was speechless. Still stunned that she hadn't known that her best friend was a frequent customer at a fancy vampire bar. "Eva," Whitney snapped, her face expectant as she glared at her friend.

"Is the owner a vampire or human?" It was the only thing Eva could think to say. Whitney took the question as affirmation to her request and clapped her hands excitedly, laughing.

"He's a vampire," Whitney said, linking her arm with Eva's as they walked. Eva just nodded her head, raising her eyebrows at the thought of spending her night at a vampire bar.

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Her closet was full of nice things but suddenly nothing seemed appropriate. In a frustrated huff, she dropped to the carpet in front of her closet in only her bra and underwear. She hadn't bothered with picking anything out. Her head dropped into her hands as she let out a loud grumble. Maybe she wasn't ready to go out. Maybe she should just crawl back into bed and close her eyes and pray to wake up to a time when she didn't remember any of the consuming pain she felt day in and day out.

Briefly she wondered what her parents would say about how she intended to spend her evening. She supposed her mother would light up with excitement; her sense of adventure was uncontainable. The sight of her mother and father's accepting faces helped to steady her fraying nerves and diluted some of the pain. She hadn't meant to shut herself off from the outside world. Somehow, it just happened and soon, she found herself walking up to a completely different person looking back at her in the mirror. The suffering she had endured had hollowed her out, leaving nothing but a shell of her former self. Her friends had tried and tried to steer her away from the brink but she was so lost those first few months. And how could she not be? Anyone who ever mattered to her, her brothers, her sister, her mother, her father, were all dead. She was the only one left.

The doorbell rang, startling her before she realized that it must just be Whitney. She was late and Whitney would be beside herself when she saw her. Regardless, Eva walked-trudged- to the door, still scantily clad, and pulled it open. Whitney sighed, half expecting Eva to be unprepared and motioned for the other girls to enter after her.

"Hi, sugar, how you doin'?" Whitney's friend, Sarah, who had quickly become one of Eva's favorites, asked. Eva nodded and shrugged as the rest of the group ambled in. "Come on, Evie, we'll get you dressed," Sarah said, a hint of a devilish smile on her lips. Sensing that her friends were going to play Barbie with her, Eva groaned. She suddenly wished she had picked out something to wear when she had the damn chance.

A few shirts, nearly every pair of jeans she owned, and several shoes later, Eva was finally dressed. She had to admit, she looked better than she had in a long time. Her raven hair was long and curling down her back, a sensual contrast to her vibrant red lipstick and dusty pewter eyes. The outfit she wore was edgier than she would have gone, but she blended in nicely with the girls. Her dark jeans were skinny all the way down to the ankle and she wore a black, chiffon, sleeveless top with nothing but a black lace bra underneath. To top it all off, her patent leather, dark purple pumps were four inches high. She was sure that was some kind of record. She looked like a shadow against the pale glow of the lights in the parking lot of the bar.

The bar was extraordinarily unassuming, but the parking lot was packed. There was a neon sign above the building that read 'Fangtasia' and Eva couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips. What kind of a name was that?

Whitney, unafraid of anything, stepped up to the woman at the door taking IDs. As she handed the classically beautiful blonde her card, Whitney glanced back at Eva and smiled excitedly before she was allowed to entre.

"ID please," the blonde said dully to Eva, her southern accent classier than the old, Western twangs she had endured so far. Eva handed her New York ID over for the woman's inspection and noticed her raise a perfectly sculpted brow. "What brings you to a vampire bar in Shreveport, Louisiana?" she asked, again, dully. Eva shrugged her shoulder as the woman handed her ID back, still watching her intently for an answer.

"Change of pace," Eva responded, sweeping past her and following Whitney to the bar. She was glad they made a b-line for the bar because something told her she would need to be good and drunk for the night to come. "Cranberry and vodka, please," Eva said to the so obviously vampire bartender. She was surprised being so close to a vampire didn't shake her view of the world. When the vampires had come out, people's whole impressions of humanity and the world had been uprooted and tossed about violently. But she hadn't thought anything of it. In truth, she wasn't even all that surprised. Although she had expected some feeling of some sort, she felt nothing special. Envy maybe; complete closet adoration, but no panic or horror.

"Isn't this so great?" Whitney commented, sipping her drink daintily and running her eyes over the crowded bar. There were people of all kinds in the dark, smoky room dancing together, drinking together. She glanced over at Whitney whose eyes still searched, and furrowed her brow.

"What…"

"Look, there he is!" Whitney exclaimed, rousing the other girls they had come with. Eva couldn't understand what Whitney was talking about and was getting tired of staring at nothing, so she turned back to the bar. Sarah was on one side of her and Whitney on the other, their backs pressed against the edge of the bar while they murmured their praises for this mystery Adonis.

"I need another one of these," Eva deadpanned, motion toward her drink to the bartender.

"Quick. For a human," the bartender said, making her a new drink so fast she almost missed it.

"I'd thank you, but I can't decide if that was a compliment or not yet," Eva said, sipping the cold drink and reveling in the burn that slid down her throat. The bartender smiled and shook his head, walking toward the next paying customer. Eva sighed and turned herself around, but not without some difficulty. She was wedged so tightly between Sarah and Whitney she could barely turn around and they were so enthralled with this infamous bar owner that they didn't even notice her.

"God, guys, you're suffocating me," Eva laughed lightly, glancing over to Sarah who had just sighed dreamily.

"I would give anything for a piece of that," Sarah muttered seductively, batting her eyelashes in the direction of the man. Eva was about to open her mouth and tell Sarah that she looked like a high school teenager when Sarah's hand came down on her arm. Eva swore as the jolting movement spilled some of her newly poured drink all over her arm and hand.

"God damnit, Sarah." Eva made the move to turn around and grab some napkins so she could soak up the drink she just ordered from her skin, but Sarah's grip was firm.

"He's looking at you, Evie!" Sarah whispered so animatedly that her voice shook. Still concerned with the now sticky liquid on her arm, Eva ignored her friend, switching her drink to the other hand because Sarah's grip was cutting off her circulation. "Evie!" Sarah hissed. It was a good thing Eva switched her drink from her left hand because Sarah jostled her violently again.

"What! What, Sarah?" Eva growled, exasperated.

"He's staring at you," Sarah repeated, her voice still high pitched and shaky. If she was offended by Eva's rudeness, she didn't show it.

"Who, who is staring at me that's so damn important that you had to spill my drink all over me?" There was a bitterness that sprung into Eva's voice and she visibly calmed herself down. She was going to have fun tonight if it killed her.

"The bar owner."

Eva's head snapped up, her eyes still trained furiously on Sarah at first, but then she ran her eyes over the crowd until she found eyes that looked back at her. Finally, her gaze landed on a pair of clear, glacial blue eyes. She expanded her view out from merely his eyes and explored his inhumanly beautiful face. She stifled a gasp and tried her damndest not to stare, but he was so handsome. His hair was a shining golden blonde color and his skin was white as a sheet. His shoulders were broad underneath his black shirt and Eva couldn't help but notice his defined muscles.

Sarah was right. The bar owner was staring at her.

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-Kate