Chapter 1: Waiting

I sat in my windowsill breathing in the air once more. I closed my eyes and listened to my surroundings. I could hear cars driving by and the sound of sirens from a far. I opened my eyes and looked at everything. High-rise buildings with lights lit up, empty streets with flickering lamp posts, shops down below closing up and a few people sitting on the sidewalk. Everything was just as it was the night before. But tonight was different.

I had waited for this moment for so long.

Tonight's when it ends, when I leave everything behind, when the lies I have been telling myself end and giving up after fighting for so long. Tonight I don't have to fight at all when everything would be better. All the fuck ups, hardship and everything that happened in my life don't matter anymore. I would be gone forever. Tonight's letting go of all the anger in misery that I have been carrying for the twenty years I have lived in this world.

I towed my head back inside from the window and made sure that my letter was in full sight. I took off my shoes and climbed up the windowsill. I turned my head down and saw how far I was from the ground. My heart pounded in fear but I took a breath and relief and excitement washed over me. Tonight's the night. Tonight I will finally be free. I closed my eyes again as I push myself out of the window.

As I plunge into the ground, I let everything inside of me go.

"What the hell?" I grumbled as I opened my eyes. I wondered why I could actually wake up. "What..? Where am I?"

Had it worked? Was I dead? If I was dead why was I awake? Was I in heaven?

I took a look at my surroundings. I was lying in a bed with red silk sheets and black pillows. In a room with black painted walls, with book cases filled with books, figurines, artefacts and other things I couldn't make out. There was a single red door in front of me and one to my left, an old desk and chair in the corner of the room along with a sofa on the other side of the room. If this was heaven, it was not how I pictured it.

"Ack why am I covered in dirt." I muttered to myself as I took a look at my arms and my clothes. I was still wearing the same black shirt and pants. My clothes were covered in dirt but had dried against a liquid substance I recognised as blood. I searched for cuts and bruises around my body but I didn't find any. My last memory was jumping out of the window. I should be in pain, with broken bones and cuts that will bleed me dry, but I wasn't. I was perfectly fine if you take out the crusty clothes. What was going on? Didn't it work?

"This isn't heaven." I moaned as I let myself fall back into bed. Maybe I was in hell.

"You are at my home my darling, I can show you heaven later," a man's voice said with a hint of seduction in his voice.

I got up from bed in surprise. A man appeared behind the door. He was really tall, with slicked back blonde hair kind of like Draco Malfoy the early years, he was wearing a black tank top over his well toned body and black pants. His dark clothing had made his pale skin look like porcelain. He was an attractive man. It surprised me that I could even notice him that way at a time like this, when nothing was making sense and I didn't know what to think, but he had an allure around him that made you want to look at him no matter what the situation is.

He could be an angel, a demon or worse he could be a rapist for all I know.

"Who.. who are you?" I asked him, my voice trembling in fear and uncertainty. I backed myself up against the wall trying to get as far as I could from the mysterious man.

"My name is Eric," he said in a low but deep voice.

"E-Eric?" I gasped as suddenly he had showed up at my side when a second ago he was a few feet away.

"Yes, Lilli I am your maker. Here drink this." The blonde haired man, Eric lifted my head up and placed a glass filled with red liquid between my lips. I breathe in the scent of the liquid, it smelt like rusty chains.

"H-how do you know my name?"

"You told me, drink," he commanded.

Even though I didn't want to drink the beverage he offered I was thirsty and felt like I had to follow his command. I drank a few gulps and almost threw up at the taste, "That's disgusting." I spat.

"Its a few days old, I'm sorry. I do not have any fresh blood for you at this moment." He apologised as he ran his hands on my hair. I felt a shiver run across my spine. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Blood? You made me drink blood." I asked appalled and disgusted at the fact that I had just drunk blood and that he made me drink it and I agreed to it.

"You should thank me that it is human blood, others would have given you something much, much worse." He said holding my face. I tried looking away from him and get away from his cold touch.

"Human blood? Are you making me into a goddamn cannibal?" I screeched, spat whatever was left in my mouth.

His big hands cupped my face, he made me face him. This time I noticed his eyes they were a light shade of green and looking straight at me, he pursed his lips opening his mouth revealing extended fangs and said, "No, I made you a vampire."

So say goodbye to love and hold your head up high there's no need to rush

We're all just waiting Waiting to die

"Waiting" - City and Colour

Authors Note: This is my first fanfiction in a while. I never really post them but this show sucked me in (lol suck) and it's all because of this vampire called Eric Northman. So this is me and my imagination, I just had to. It's also been a while since I wrote in first person I'm probably a bit rusty. Sorry no Sookie I'm not really a fan of hers.