Over 2 years have passed since my life has changed. So much has happened in so little time, and the thought of living this new life sort of overwhelms me. After being freed all of the trauma and abuse from my father, I'm quite surprised how I see each day so differently now. Mom got a good job, and my lawsuit actually loaned us over $40,000. A brand new summer had finally arrived. I'm 18 years old, living with my Aunt Maureen in BonTemps, Lousiana for the next 3 months.
I myself didn't really understand why I wanted to go there so badly. I've never been to Lousiana before, so maybe the thought of continuing my fresh start in a different place would be a good thing for me.
Ofcourse, Aunt Maureen made sure I had my own room, a chordless phone and a internet equipped laptop. I was excited to get away from Newyork, considering I never been out of state for no longer than a day. There's so much to be seen, and I'm ready to see it all. Aunt Maureen came to Newyork to pick me up herself, taking me to the airport to take the plane all the way to Lousiana. I have a terrible sense of direction, and if she werent here with me, I would have probably gotten on the wrong plane ending up somewhere else. I said my goodbyes to Mom and Nick, bags in both hands and iPod in front pocket. My music coach was told ahead of time about my summer's plans, so she understood and just told me to bring my keyboard with me. Music school is put on hold during the summer, so I didn't have to worry about missing anything. Mom made sure to send my keyboard and amplifyer to Aunt Maureen's 2 weeks before hand, saving me the worry.
The flight to Lousiana was pretty long, but worth the trip. We picked up our bags and Aunt Maureen's pick-up truck was only a block or two away. She drove me to her house, and I setlled in at around 7 or 8 at night. I unpacked my things in my room, and my beloved Yamaha keyboard stood a few feet away from my queen sized mattress. I was pleased with my bedroom. The walls were a pale shade of pink, not really my favorite color, but it was relaxing. There was an oak office desk in the corner with a laptop, fax, and printer. But the chair wasn't a spinny office chair, to my slight dissapointment.
There was a dim floor lamp close to the side of the bed. The bed's comforter was white with a pink floral pattern. The floor was shiny wood, and personally I preffered it over any carpet. On the opposite side of the matress was an accordian style closet with mirror doors. The whole setup was quite cozy, and since I had a 1400 wat air conditioner in the room, getting to sleep wasn't going to be a problem. As I relaxed on my comfy bed, I heard Aunt Maureen call for me.
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"Briana! Come downstairs! There's someone here I'd like you to meet!"
She yelled.
"Ugh. Coming now."
I yelled back.
I made sure I was still wearing a bra, fluffed my dyed chestnut hair, and made my way downstairs. "I wonder if its a cute guy" I thought to myself as my around the clock hormones throbbed with curiousity. I met my aunt in the dining room, and my eyes locked onto a man sitting at the dining table. He had golden blonde hair, about mid-neck length. He was decently built, and looked about early 30's of age. I was dissapointed. He was good looking, but he didn't really suit my taste.
"Briana, I'd like you to meet Sam Merlotte. He owns a bar and grill not too far from here."
My short aunt chirped at me.
I shook his hand out of respect, sitting at the dining table. Sam looked at me with gentle golden like eyes, sending me a polite smile. I smiled back on instinct, a bit curious about the situation.
"Sam's a good friend of mine and I just thought how nice it would be if you worked part time for him during the week.."
Said Aunt Maureen.
"A job?"
I asked.
"That's right. I'd gladly hire you if you're interested."
Sam said with a smile.
"Mm.. it would be nice to make some money. I guess I could work 2 or 3 days a week.."
I responded.
It was obvious my Aunt didnt have much time to spend with me since she worked hard during the week, and when I really thought about it the few plans she wanted to have with me would be on the weekends anyway. A job in a new state would be fun for me, and it would make the home alone week go by fast. The deal was settled, and Sam left. Aunt Maureen made us dinner and I got bored after a while. I was curious and wanted to look around town a little. I didn't bother to let my aunt know, and besides she was asleep anyway. I pulled down my white flowy top that covered most of my short denim shorts, quickly slipping on my black sandals, and headed out the door with my ipod in my back pocket. Up the block from my Aunt's house was a forest like area with a long road and park across the one way street. The path was more of a walk through shortcut to get to town than a park, but it did have benches and light poles. I didn't exactly realize it, but I had been walking for a good 15 minutes.
"Thank god I brought my cellphone with me.." I thought to myself, remembering I was alone. I wasn't too worried though. I could see brighter lights up ahead. The plaza was close by, and I only had to walk a bit more to get there. Just when I was about to turn on my ipod, I felt myself being forcefully pushed against a nearby tree. My back struck hard against the trunk, and I felt dizzy. I groaned and opened up my eyes to see a shadowy figure walk closer to me.
My vision was blurry, and I was scared as fuck. "Oh great, a rapist." I thought to myself as my body trembled. I felt paralyzed as the laughing figure grew closer.
"What's a fine young lady like you doin' around these parts alone? Don't you know any better.."
The figure's voice revealed it's male gender, sounding low and husky.
He gripped to my thigh with one hand and clenched my throat with the other. His hands on me felt abnormally cold, and the fact he had sharp nails didn't better the situation. My vision blurred on and off, but I saw his pale face. He had dark red circles around his eyes, looking sickly. I trembled even more now, feeling thoroughly paralyzed. Tears began to shed from my emerald eyes, choking out my words.
"P-please don't rape me..We can j-just..forget this ever happened..I swear I won't tell a soul.."
I pleaded.
The cloaked man continued to laugh, roughly tilting my neck to the side. His cold lips pressed firmly against my jugular, and I felt sharp twin tips point against my sensitive skin.
"I was actually planning on sucking you dry..but fucking you first sounds like an even better idea.."
He said as he gripped tightly to my breast, starting to rip at my top at an unusual fast speed.
I let out the loudest scream my trained vocal chords could muster, praying someone would hear me. The man clenched to my neck again to press me hard against the tree to silence me, but before he could remove my denim shorts, I saw his form being thrown a few feet backwards. A tall, built man held him by his neck, commanding him to leave or suffer his consequences. My blurry eyes watched him run away at an abnormal super speed, and I wondered if this was just some fucked up nightmare I didn't wake up from yet. My tall savior appeared in front of me in a blur of an instant, pulling me up to my feet with ease.
I trembled as I rubbed my back, panting and crying all at the same time. My savior held me by my waist with large, strong, hands, holding my traumatized body up. I gazed up to look at his face. He was very pale like the scumbag from before, having the same red circles around his icy blue eyes. I started to cry again, feeling my body throb and ache. The mysterious man scooped me up off the ground, carrying me in his arms as he took me to a nearby bench. I was gently placed on his lap, and he stroked my hair, calming me down while he whispered "Shh.." and "It's alright" in my ear as though I were a restless baby.
I felt my back sting with stratches and open cuts, burning like hell. My savior's long fingertips stopped a centimeter before the cuts that were on my back as if he knew they were there before I did. I was confused as hell when I saw him bite his arm roughly, leaving an open gash as his dark blood dripped down his forearm. He placed his new wound to my lips.
"Drink.."
His firm voice commanded me.
Okay, now I was really confused. How would drinking this man's blood heal my injuries? This has to be a dream. I whimpered as my wounds stung when I moved a bit, but I did as he commanded, posessing most of his wound as I could with my petite rouge lips. His thick blood rushed down my throat in that instant, and it tasted strangely delicious.
As I drank more and more, I felt undenyable relief down my entire back. The stinging sensation was entirely gone, and the back of my head had stopped throbbing. I felt entirely healed, and at that moment I pulled away from his arm, licking my lips and nervously looking around me, then looked up at him.
His icy blue eyes locked onto mine while is lips formed a smile. He held my waist tightly, amused with my confused expression. The fluorescent park light shined down on his features. He had thick platinum blonde hair that was pulled back. He wore a black tank top, explaining why his entire arms were entirely bare. I felt his abdominals pressed against my stomach and it made me blush to be held by such a toned man. His dark denim jeans comforted my mostly bare legs. This entire moment almost made me forget about my questioning confusion, but I remembered after about 3 minutes of being affectionatly held.
"Why did that scumbag want to suck me dry? and how are my wounds healed..and what..
what are you?"
I asked, still in a state of confusion.
He chuckled, gently removing a strand of my chestnut hair from my face to tuck it behind my ear. His icy blue eyes locked onto mine again, but he looked serious, loosening his grip on me.
"The pathetic insect from before was a vampire who wanted to feed from you. Because I am also a vampire, my blood can heal your wounds entirely without fail."
His firm voice responded.
I blinked a few times. Even shook my head in disbelief. I kept tapping the side of my head to make sure this wasn't just my imagination and how I'd wake up in my bed at Aunt Maureen's. But I didn't. To my astonishment, this was all real. I looked into his eyes, my mouth agape.
"Wh-what? Y-you're..a..a vampire?"
I asked to make sure I heard him correctly.
"Yes. We have revealed our existance about a month or ago around the globe. I am surprised you have not heard.."
He responded with a weak smile.
I was still taking everything in. Maybe if I asked Aunt Maureen she would tell me if my savior was right, or if he was just plain crazy. But the fact that my wounds felt like they werent even there told me that he wasn't lying.
"I didn't..but..oh wow..uhm..man..Th-thankyou..so much..."
I studdered, blushing deeply at the current position I was in.
"Are you afraid?"
He asked me as his eyes never left mine.
"Not at all.."
I replied, not realizing my palms rested on his chest the entire time.
His forehead rested against mine while he gently pulled me closer to him. I felt my nipples erect fully against my cotton top, and my legs filled with goosebumps all over again.
"Tell me..Why are you walking around at night alone?"
He asked me softly.
I explained to him how I just arrived here to live with my aunt over the summer. I told him I wanted to explore the new area since I was wide awake and wanted to get to know Louisiana. It was obvious I didnt know where I was going or where I was exactly.
"So I see..now you know not to explore this area at night unless I accompany you."
He said in a playful tone.
His sexy smirk sent chills throughout my entire body, but damn did it feel good. I couldn't even take my eyes off of his for even a second. I nodded with a giggle in response to him.
"Please pardon my manners...I am Eric.."
His firm tone danced right through me.
"Oh..! I'm Briana..but I'd rather you call me Hana.."
I replied shyly with a smile.
Eric nodded, politely releasing grip of my waist. But I grabbed his hands to place them back. Hell, I didn't want him to let me go. Eric chuckled when I felt myself get wet with anticipation. It was as if he knew how I felt..but he felt the same considering my thighs grazed his buldge through his denim jeans.
"Before I forget..I must let you know, from drinking my blood your senses are keener..as well as sexuality.."
Eric said to me with a smirk, curious of my reaction.
I felt even more moist now, and my heart skipped a beat. I smiled non chalantly to hide my overwhelming combination of shyness and excitement. I felt so safe in this vampire's arms, and letting myself go for him wasn't a fear of mine. I nodded, tempted to fall asleep on his chest when my fatigue started to take its toll. I felt Eric's icy blue eyes stare down at me again, looking all serious, even emotionless now.
"Mm..I should take you home..you look quite drained.."
His tone tickled my libido once again.
I was dissapointed at his words, but I was also tired as fuck as jetlag kept up with me. It was about 11pm or so, and I havent slept for a while. But damn, I didn't want to go anywhere. I felt Eric's strong hands gently remove me from his lap, placing me on the ground. I stood in front of him with a sense of want, and the only thing that stopped me from pouncing him was the serious look on his face. He smirked at my pout, rising to his feet now as his built form towered over me. It was obvious he wouldn't take no for an answer, so he walked me back home. He stopped when we reached Aunt Maureen's porch. The door was still unlocked as I had left it and the livingroom lights were still on. My emerald eyes locked onto his icy blue orbs. I hugged him tightly and he returned the embrace, but released hold of me when I felt my sense of gratitude rise to an aroused level. He smiled at me, cupping the side of my face with his palm.
"Will I see you again?"
I asked, desperatly holding tears back.
"As long as my blood flows through your veins..I will come to you.."
Eric replied with a grin, kissing my quivering lips.
I immediatly wrapped my arms around his neck, slipping my tounge inside of his mouth as I felt his smooth tounge do the same. He held to my waist while our kiss deepened, but then his sharp fangs instantly stuck out, lightly stabbing my tounge. Eric pulled away from me in that instant, retracting his fangs with caution. I wasn't afraid, and I honestly didn't care about the outcome. But he did, and the possibility of wanting to feed from me crossed his mind. He took my hand and kissed it gently as his eyes met mine again.
"I must go now..my flower.."
He spoke with a blank expression, stepping back before I could grab his hand.
I understood he had to leave and I grew tired as well. I nodded to him, gazing back into his eyes before he winked at me, dissapearing into the night with that super speed I need to get used to. I sighed with a yawn, going into the house and closing the door behind me. I headed up to my bedroom to get some sleep. I would masturbate to calm my restless body, but Eric's kiss was enough to repay my fatigue in my dreams. I shut my lamp off and went drifted off to sleep.
