"Bring him in."

A man was shoved into the chamber where the Queen was perched on her throne, looking gracefully like a statue created by Pheidias himself. Her brightly lit eyes were intense and contradicting the calm disposition of her face. Her red hair framing her face like a bonfire.

"You called for me your highness" The man said as he kneeled and bowed his head. His slender body glistened under the long white fabric draped across his shoulder. His brown eyes looked up over his scruffy brown hair making eye contact with the queen.

"Maximus, there has been an unsettling rumor arising in my court," she said never taking her gaze off of him. "It seems there is a plan of mutiny amongst my most trusted advisers"

Maximus's face flashed a wave of fear. "I may have heard this rumor," He said lowing his gaze.

"DON'T TOY WITH ME MAXIMUS! I KNOW OF YOUR PART IN THESE ABSURD IDEAS! OR DID YOU FORGET I MADE YOU ALONG WITH ALL THESE OTHER FOOLS!" She howled. Her anger making Maximus flinch.

"So you may be informed of the plans," He said slowly looking up again, a wicked smile playing his lips. "But you will be powerless to stop them."

Before the queen had time enough to think, he was on her. Fangs protruded from his mouth as he slowly clamped down on the queen's neck. She lifted him into the air and flung him clear across the other side of the stone chamber with a loud crack. In that same moment, the other member of the court swarmed down on the queen like bees to honey, each one clamping their sharp fangs on a different part of her body. She made a little noise. It was all she had the strength for. Finally the angry swarm broke off of her, leaving her bleeding and clawing at the floor. Maximus got up from his position on the floor, fully healed from the throw, and slowly walked up to the queen, a smirk on his face. He leaned down to face the queen eye level. "Thank you my sweet Queen Cassandra for your offering of power." With that he sank his fangs into her neck. Taking with him the last of her life.

I awoke with a start. The sweat sticking my body to the sheets closely pressed against my chest. It was the same dream I'd been having for the past few weeks. I had no idea what it meant but it always seemed to terrify me. An emotion I wasn't particularly fond of. I swung the sheet of the queen sized hotel bed off of me, letting my legs dangle off the side. I put my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. I sat there for a moment, collecting myself before looking over at the digital clock on the nightstand. 8:30. I had half an hour to check out and continue to the little house I had bought in the small town of Bon Temps, Louisiana, away from the hectic city life of my hometown for most of my life, New Orleans. I sat up from the bed and grabbed the clothes on the armchair I had laid out the night before. I headed into the dimly lit hotel bathroom and ran the water for a shower that I so desperately needed

I stepped out of the bathroom wearing the clothes I laid out. A pair of faded boot cut blue jeans and a black camisole with my usual black ankle boots. I checked my reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I let my hair loose from the towel that covered it, causing a cascade of auburn waves to bounce down to their place just above my lower back. I brushed my hair out and clipped half of it at the crown of my head. I grabbed the make-up on the sink and proceeded to my usual routine. Black eyeliner circling the top lid of my sea-foam green eyes with a feathered line at the corners. I set the make-up down and took a second look. Looking at my reflection in the past I was always impressed with what I saw. I was a tall woman of 25 with a slender build. However, I did have womanly curves, despite my weight. I was 5'10" of pure beauty. I had always been the attention of the regular club attenders in New Orleans. And I loved it. I had always loved being looked at, but I never made much of an attempt to interact with other people. I was bisexual. I found both members of the sexes attractive, but I never cared enough to indulge their fantasies about me.

That is... until the vampires showed up

I was no fangbanger. In fact I despised them. But I had to admit that vampires were certainly intriguing to me. I never could figure out what it was. Even the ones that were made in their worst human time physically, intrigued me. I never had any intention of having sex with any of them, but I did enjoy watching them when I had the chance. I was starting to lose myself in New Orleans, which was one of the reasons why I moved to such a small town as Bon Temps.

I looked over at the clock again to see that I only had 5 minutes to get out and to the front desk. I grabbed my things, shoved them into my bag, and made my way out of the door. I checked out at the front desk before making my way to my black Mazda RX-7. I set my sights to the small town of Bon Temps. In less than an hour, I would be in my new home.