Color Spectrum

By: Nameless Fable

AN: Hello everyone! Thanks for stopping by to read my new story. Warning ya'll though, I'm a bit rusty as I've spent a 4 year hiatus to life but stick with me here!

Warning: my OC is going to be a pure mixture of myself and a friend… so there will be cussing, drinking, smoking, and then some. People are going to be out of character here, just warning ya. #sorryNotsorry ;D

Also the word of the day is: Macgyvered; to use the seemingly useless trinkets and objects in your close vicinity together to accomplish an otherwise impossible task.

Disclaimer: If I owned the TV series or the Book series do ya really think I would be writing a fanfic about it? Plus Sookie would have been way different, Bill would have been killed off ASAP and Godric would have lived. 'Nough said. Anything you recognize I probably, more than likely, don't own. :D Now please; Enjoy!

AN:5/12/16 Hey guys almost done with chapter 2, I'm editing it right now. I'm just posting the edited version on chapter 1. Sorry if I gave anyone false hope of chapter 2, but I promise, It's gonna be a good one. It should be up by tonight. Promise!

~Le Line Break~

Of all the things that Winifred 'Fred' Stackhouse wanted to do on her day off, spending 3 ½ hours driving from Bon Temps to Dallas was not one of them. The youngest Stackhouse tapped her fingers against the steering wheel as she glanced at the clock, which read 4:50 pm. Great.

Waking up with the mother of all hangovers, and a weird cryptic voice mail from her older sister Sookie, hadn't been at the top of things she wanted to deal with either, but hey! Family was family. What else could a girl do?

'Man, I hope Tara doesn't freak out too much when she sees my note.' Fred winced as she got off the 45 exit into Dallas.

'Damn it Sookie! I could be playing Left 4 Dead with Tara and Eggs, or partying with that Maryann chick right now but nooo.'

The 22 year old grimaced at the thought of the kooky older woman. She was weird with her constant need to touch Fred, but boy did she know how to throw a party! Her parties were killer!

~Le Flashback!~

"Winifred! My phone's about dead and I don't have a lot of time but I need you to call Bill! His number is on the refrigerator. Something went wrong on my Dallas trip and for whatever reason he hasn't come to me yet! Tell him I'm in th-"

Beep

No more messages.

That call was from earlier this morning.

'Uh…What the FUCK?! She never calls me by that name!'

With that weird message and a churning feeling forming in the bottom of her stomach, Fred had tried to call her sister back. That had turned out to be a bust. So had trying to call Bill's cell phone, Jason's too (but that wasn't too big of a surprise. He sucked at answering calls or text especially since he started going to that weird camp somewhere in Texas.) Taking the note left by Sookie from the refrigerator; she grimaced from behind her black and blue rimmed glasses.

"Really, Sookie? Would it kill ya to leave me more info than this? God damnit."

Apparently her older sister thought Bill's name and number along with the words; 'Hotel Carmilla, Dallas, TX', was enough information to go off of for emergencies. Yeah-no.

'Whatever the fuck you're smoking Sookie, I want some.' She sighed, running a hand through her multi-colored hair.

With a lot of internal debating, and 4 cigarettes later; Fred decided that the only thing to do was to throw on her lazy day clothes, consisting of her favorite pair of jeans and an old ratty t-shirt, scramble up a note to leave Tara on the refrigerator, and then haul ass to Dallas. She knew it was going to be risky with the lack of information she had to go by, but the feeling Sookie's message left her, wouldn't leave. So, 2 Monsters, 7 cigarettes, and a tank of gas later, she had found herself in Dallas, Texas. Oh Joy.

~End of Le Flashback~

After many wrong turns (damn GPS), she had finally made her way to Hotel Carmilla. Walking into the grand building, she was taken back by how vampy yet chic the front lobby looked. Black and red could be seen everywhere, throughout the walls and the furniture, but there was just enough lighting to keep it from becoming oppressive. There was a huge bar to her right as she walked into the lobby, with a few people sitting by the bar and on a few of the lobby couches.

Ignoring the looks she got, she walked past the few people loitering in the lobby, towards the front desk. Behind the desk, there was a tall blonde woman engrossed in her computer. She looked to be in her late 20's, dressed in a pristine, well fitted, skirted black suit. In Fred's opinion, the lady looked very posh and professional.

"Um, excuse me?" Fred said with a small smile.

The clerk stopped typing and looked up from the computer. Giving Fred a cold look over before arching an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, but all our positions for vampire escorts are full," The clerk said frostily, all the while looking at Fred with a professionally forged smile.

'Bitch say what?'

Fred knew that with her appearance she was not going to be winning any "Best Dressed" awards anytime soon; but come on! So what if she came in dressed in her favorite ripped jeans and an old black t-shirt with crazy ass bed head? She had more important things to be worried about, like where the fuck her sister was at, not how 'glamorous' she looked.

Plus, it wasn't like she waltzed in here wearing booty shorts that said "Juicy" on the ass, which given the fact that today was supposed to be her laundry day, could have been very likely. So in reality, the hostile clerk should have been grateful to her for choosing the tattered jeans.

Narrowing her blue grey eyes at the antagonistic woman, Fred shot back,

"Yeah-no. That wasn't even close to what I was going to ask you lady. Now if you are done being rude, all I need is to find out what room my sister's boy toy is in so that I can get a message to him. "

"Name?"

"Try Sookie Stackhouse."

Turning back to the computer, all Fred could hear was the lady's nails as they hit the keyboard. A small smirk appeared on the clerk's face as she turned back toward Fred.

"Oh! I am so sorry! There's no one under that name in our system here."

Hearing the clear sarcasm in her tone, Fred gritted her teeth.

"Try Bill Compton. That's her vamper boyfriend."

Click

Click

Click

"Aw, no such luck. So sorry. Do you know their room number?"

"No I don't! If I had that, do ya really think I would be wasting my time dealing with your bitchy service?!"

"No need for the language Ma'am."

Feeling her blood pressure raising, Fred took a deep breath.

"Look, I just spent the last 3 ½ hours racing over here from Louisiana to check on my sister. She didn't give me a fucking room number, all she told me was that she and her vamper boyfriend would be staying here. That's all I have to go on. "

"Sorry, but their names aren't in database. Without the room number, I really can't help. Now, if that is all, I need you to step away from the desk so that I can start checking these guests," The clerk replied as she gestured towards the line that had started to form. Nodding in defeat, Fred pulled away from the front desk. Walking towards the front door, Fred started digging through her purse, looking for her phone.

'God damnit Sookie! It's kinda hard to play Captain Save-a-hoe when you don't leave me the needed information! I could be getting my drink on with Tara and that crazy Maryann chick right now but no! I have to go save Sookie!'

"Miss?"

Feeling a gentle hand on her shoulder, Fred turned towards it to find a guy standing somewhat standoffish.

"Did you say Sookie? As in Sookie Stackhouse?"

Squinting her eyes at him, she took in his appearance.

Brown hair.

Brown eyes.

Completely normal looking, the guy in front of her was wearing a light gray jacket with a black polo underneath along with dark jeans and red converse shoes. Fred could only describe him as ordinary due to how he carried himself. He was almost TOO ordinary. Kinda cute though, but only kinda. Voice guarded, she replied.

"Yeeeah?"

"Sookie's in danger."

"Say what?!"

"I was sent by Sookie to warn her vampire, but seeing as you're her sister, I'll leave the message with you. You're her sister right?"

Giving him a nod, the stranger continued.

"She's trapped in the basement of the Fellowship of the Sun, they are holding her prisoner."

Narrowing her eyes at him, she took a step away from him.

"And you know this, how?"

Running a hand through his hair, the man sighed. Looking around, almost as if he was expected someone to jump out at him, he replied as he started a fast pace towards the exit.

"She sent me a message. That's all I know. Look I didn't have to do this; I did it as a favor to her. You can take it or leave it."

Weighing her options, she followed him through the door.

"Wait!"

The man turned towards her, pausing in his stride.

"Thank you but I need one last thing from you."

Eyebrow raised, he answered.

"Fine. But tell your sister that Barry did his part and that she needs to leave me alone."

"Understood." She nodded as she started digging through her purse for paper and a pen.

"Hurry up, it's already 5:28. I want to be gone before the vampires start showing up."

"Yeah, yeah. Wait a sec, it's not like they're gonna come running out here in broad day light." She grunted as she pulled out the pen and paper.

"Now, how do I get to the Fellowship?"

~Le Line Break~

"'Take Highway 80 towards Sunnyvale', he says! 'There will be signs', he says! 'Can't miss it', my ass!" Growling in annoyance, Fred hit the steering wheel. Looking at the clock she groaned. It was already 6:03pm and the day had already hit its twilight stage. She had been driving for over 30 minutes and she still hadn't seen a sign for the damned place.

"I swear to God when I get my hands on Sookie I'm gonna… Hello gorgeous!"

After many rants and curses, and many many cigarettes, things looking up for the grouchy woman.

'YOU CAN'T ENTER HEAVEN TILL JESUS ENTERS YOU!

Join us for fellowship! Sundays 8-12

Fellowship of the Sun Exit 110'

"OH FUCK YES!"

Pressing her foot on the gas pedal, Fred Stackhouse was almost positive that she broke a few laws racing to church.

~Le Line Break~

'PASTORS FEED AND LEAD WHILE MEMBERS SWALLOW AND FOLLOW!

COME SEE OUR PASTOR; STEVE NEWLIN! Join us for fellowship! Sundays 8-12

Fellowship of the Sun 10 miles ahead'

"Okay, that's just wrong on so many levels." Seeing as there were only 10 miles left till she reached her sister, Fred continued down the road.

~Le Line Break~

'SPEND ETERNITY IN GOD'S LIGHT NOT LOOKING AROUND FOR THE NEXT BITE!

GOD HATES FANGERS!

Join us for fellowship! Sundays 8-12

Fellowship of the Sun 5 miles ahead'

"Shit Sook! What have you gotten yourself into?"

The feeling Fred had all day grew stronger. Knowing she had to continue on for her sister, the young woman had a feeling that when she got there she would be entering a high shit storm and she didn't like it. Peeking at the clock she grimaced, it was almost 7pm and the day was in its last moments of twilight.

'Man, I'm going to be pissed if Sookie isn't here and this was all for nothing.'

Taking a deep breath, the 22 year old woman drove on.

~Le Line Break~

'FELLOWSHIP OF THE SUN

MAY HIS HOLY LIGHT SHINE UPON YOU!

FANGERS BEWARE: WE ARE ARMED WITH GOD'S LIGHT AND SILVER!

Fellowship on Sundays: 8-12'

"Well that's comforting." Fred muttered, reaching for her pack of smokes. Seeing the asphalt road disappear into gravel, she slowed the car down. The trees were growing denser and with the moon in full swing it was giving the side road an eerie glow, which did nothing for the eccentric woman's nerves.

'I've seen way too many scary movies to know where this is going,' she thought as she started to pull a cigarette out. Flicking on her brights, she dropped her pack as she slammed on her brakes with a small gasp.

Oh.

My.

God!

There standing in the middle of the road, looking very much distressed, was Sarah Newlin. The Westboro wannabe Barbie herself. As Fred flicked her brights off, she took a long look at the Christian beauty queen. Her golden dress, although tacky in Fred's opinion, was slightly wrinkled as it molded to her body almost perfectly. Legs were dusty and had streaks of dirt at the knees, while her strappy peep-toe heels weren't in any better condition.

'Kudos to you Madame, I would have said 'fuck it' to the shoes a long time ago.'

Rolling down her window, Fred peeked her head through the driver window to get a better look. Sarah's debutant hair was in slight disarray with it being more teased than Fred had ever seen it on the TV. Although strands of her blonde hair were going in all sorts directions, it was still looking very styled.

'Must be all the air spray.'

The radical woman's face was a different story however. Cheeks were stained with mascara and tears, while her chin had a smudge of dirt on the left side.

All in all, Fred decided that there were two words that could describe the woman;

HOT. MESS.

"Hey, ya want a ride? I'm heading to the church. I could give ya a lift, if ya want."

Hands going towards her eyes as they started to water, a small smile started to appear as she took a deep breath, Sarah nodded.

"Oh thank you Lord!"

"Nah, the name's Fred, but if you're calling to call me anything, I would prefer Mistress. Or Princess, either one will do." The 22 year old said with a wink. Doing a double take, the older blonde looked at her incredulously.

"What?"

Giving a small chuckle, Fred waved her hand at Sarah.

"I'm just joking with ya, now come'on! I'm in a hurry, so car now, questions later, kay?"

Briefly hesitating, Sarah hurried towards the small car.

"Sorry about the mess, I've been practically living in my car all day. The church is just straight ahead, right?"

Sarah made a sound of agreement as she buckled herself into the seat.

"Thank you so much for stopping for me."

"Eh, it's no problem; I was heading towards the church anyway. Besides, it wouldn't have been right of me to let ya walk all the way back in the dark- especially in those heels. Plus, with the day I've had, it'd be my luck that the second I drove past ya, you would've broken something. Don't get me wrong, I'm rude and all but my gram did raise me with some manners." Fred laughed.

"Well I for one, am glad that she did." Sarah replied softly, staring at the younger woman. She didn't know what to think of her good Samaritan.

Appearing to be in her early 20's, she had shoulder length hair that was in two low pig tails. The pig tails were covering her ears. Her hair color could only be described as color fusions. Her hair was an assortment of blues, greens and purples all mixing together. Her colorful bangs were partially covering the woman's wide blue grey eyes, which were hiding behind black and blue framed glasses. She had a rather small nose that lifted towards the end, almost giving the young woman a mischievous pixie look to her, Sarah decided.

Continuing down her face, Sarah saw that the girl had the strangest piercing she'd ever seen. In fact, the pastor's wife was almost positive that she had never seen anyone with it. Sure, she had seen low lives and fangbangers with piercings before, with lip and nose piercings and all. But she had never seen the one that the girl had. It was right in the middle of where her nose and her heart-shaped lips met; a small diamond stud.

'Facial piercings are a sin.' Sarah thought distantly.

"Take a picture, it'll last ya longer." The oddball woman winked as she put the car back into drive.

"Oh I'm sorry!" Sarah said as she looked down at her hands.

"Nah, don't be. I know I'm a lot to take in." Fred chuckled.

'You got that right.' Sarah thought as she peeked back at her. The other woman was wearing an old v neck t-shirt that more than generous to her bosom, causing Sarah to blush. She had never met anyone like this woman. Fred spared Sarah a glance before breaking the woman from her internal reflection.

"Hey, do ya mind if I smoke?"

"What?" Sarah blinked at her. Not taking her eyes off the road, Fred grabbed her pack, shaking the pack in her direction.

"Smoke, ya know? Nicotine fix?"

Flabbergasted, all Sarah could do was nod her head.

"Thanks, it's been a long day but I didn't want to be rude. Ya know, giving my passenger second hand cancer and all." Her concentration still on the road, Fred took out a cigarette and reached for the lighter that was resting in the cup holder. Following her movements, Sarah spied a rather colorful tattoo of a compass on the inside of her right forearm. Sarah swallowed, gesturing towards her own arm, she asked;

"What's that for?"

"Oh this? I got it a while back. Long story short; it's my symbol to myself, that no matter what direction I go in life, I'll always find my way home. I've got 3 others too." Fred replied, gesturing to her other forearm. Looking at where Fred had pointed to, she saw a long tattoo, but it was too dark to make out what it was.

"Oh."

Puffing on her cigarette, Fred looked back at the Christian beauty queen.

"So, if ya don't mind my asking, why is the preacher's wife standing all alone in the middle of the woods, in the dark?"

"It's a long story." Sarah muttered, looking outside the passenger window. After a long pause of silence, Fred took a long drag.

"Don't wanna talk about it, huh?"

Sarah quickly shook her head, lips quivering.

"Not really, no."

"Okay, okay, we don't have to talk about it if ya don't want to. "Sarah nodded, sniffling. Clearing her throat, Sarah asked;

"What about you? No offense, but you don't exactly look like the type who goes to church." Fred laughed.

"What gave it away? The piercing? The tattoos? The smoking? The hair? It's the hair isn't it?" Sarah started to stutter.

"I- I mean- That's not- I"

"Hey, it's fine. I know with my looks and all that I really don't seem the 'church goer' type. But I used too." Sarah looked at her incredulously.

"Really?"

"Yepp, crazy hair, tattoos and all."

"But you don't anymore?"

"Nope."

"Can I ask why?"

"Sure."

Another long moment of silence settled in the car. Fred took one last drag before flicking the cigarette bud out the window.

"I stopped going after my Gram was killed." Sarah paled.

"Oh my! I am so sor-"

"Don't be. It wasn't you. Even if you're a fanghater like he was." Fred interrupted with a small smirk. Sarah looked at her sharply.

"What?" Fred nodded.

"Yepp, murdered by a small minded asshole, over something that she wasn't even a part of." Swallowing again, Sarah didn't know what to say.

"It all started when my sis met a vamper at work. They started talkin' and girls who were 'fangbangers' started dyin'. It was awful; they didn't deserve to die the way they did. My big brother, being the town whore was the last one to be seen with them. So naturally, the police made him suspect #1." Reaching for her energy drink, Fred took a quick sip before continuing.

"It was hard on the family, but it absolutely broke my gram's heart. So my sis and I came up with a plan; I would start asking people around town for any clues, while my sis, with the help of the new vampire, would go to the local vamp bar. It didn't really help big bro out though. Word of where my sis had gone, had spread through our town like wide fire."

"Then what happened?" Fred sighed as she reached for another cigarette.

"Sorry, I tend to chain smoke when I get emotional." Sarah shook her head.

"No, no! It's fine." Fred nodded. Lighting her cigarette, she exhaled smoke before continuing.

"She was 75 years young." She said with a small smile, her blue-grey eyes going distant with a memory.

"75 years and she was murdered in her own kitchen. My sis had found her; she had bleed out and was cold by the time sis had got to her. I was at work."

Sarah looked at her with sympathy. She knew about loss- given with the disappearance of her sister due to vamps and all.

"Did they ever catch who did it?" Taking a drag, Fred nodded.

"Yeah, as it turned out, it was a regular at my sis and my work. He had killed before, starting with his own sister. He got caught by my sister, but before he was found out, he had killed 4 women. 3 'known fangbangers' and one little old lady whose only mistake was that she treated everyone with kindness and she loved her family."

"What happened to him?"

"Sis killed him in self-defense when he tried to kill her too."

"Sorry for your loss, she sounded like an amazing woman." Fred nodded.

"She was, when my parents died, she was the only family that would take all us kids. I was about 5 when she started raising me. It was because of her death though, that I decided that I didn't want to follow a God who would allow women like that to be killed. After her funeral I stopped going to church, praying, everything." The car was silent for a moment, both women thinking about the loss in their life.

"I'm sure she wouldn't have wanted that for you." Sarah's heartfelt tone shook Fred out of her reminiscing.

"It is what it is. We can't change the past, only the present. So enough of the sad talk." Sarah nodded before looking out the window. Taking one last drag before tossing the cigarette bud out the window, Fred grabbed her phone. Shooting the Christian debutant a look, she grinned.

"Hey, how about some music?" Sarah turned back towards the unusual woman, nodding her head.

"Sure."

With that, Fred spent the rest of the drive educating the Westboro Barbie with her musical tastes.

~Le Line Break~

"CAUSE I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABY! YEAH I'M JUST A TEENAGE DIRTBAG BABY! LISTEN TO IRON MAIDEN MAYBE WITH ME! OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!" Fred's loud singing could be heard from outside her small car as it pulled into the parking lot of the grand church.

"You call this music?!" Sarah yelled, with her hands covering her ears. Fred laughed. It seemed like Mother Mary next to her didn't have the same 90's grudge appreciation as she did.

"Hey! I'll have you know that this was my theme song growing up!"

"Yeah, that's not surprising!" Sarah gritted her teeth as Fred parked her car. Getting out of the car, Fred whistled in appreciation of the church.

"Wow. Ya'll must have some pretty big tethers in your fellowship."

"Yeah yeah, come'on! We have to hurry!" Sarah rushed out as she started power-walking.

"Pfft! Yeah right, wearing those shoes?" Fred snickered as she kept up with the taller woman's stride.

"I'll have you know that these shoes are couture! And besides, I thought you were in a hurry as well."

"Touché Madame, touché." Charging towards the church entrance, they saw a group on people running out of the building in a panic. A loud siren was blaring as the churches flood lights were flashing. A man's southern voice could be heard advising people to stay calm and that help would be on its way.

'What on earth is going on?' The eccentric woman thought as Sarah exclaimed;

"Something is wrong!"

'Yeah, no shit lady.' Fred thought sarcastically as the other woman called out to some of the people.

"What in God's holy light is going on here?!" Sarah yelled. A young man rushed over to her, a group of guys following shortly behind him.

"Mrs. Newlin! Thank the Lord you're alright! Pastor Newlin told us to evacuate the lock-in. There's bloodsuckers in the church!" The man exclaimed, eyes wide with fright. Sarah's face paled.

"What?!" The man nodded before continuing.

"Yes ma'am, the soldiers of the sun are on their way, Bob went back inside with that bad ass cadet guy! Oops, excuse the language ma'am."

"Bad ass cadet guy?" Fred questioned out loud while Sarah's face turned more serious.

"What cadet Tommy?" The poor guy scratched his head sheepishly.

"The one you and Pastor Newlin sent for. He drove in fully loaded on that." He pointed towards what Fred could only describe as an over glorified golf cart.

"Jason Stackhouse!" Sarah yelled with venom clouding her voice. Fred turned towards the older woman sharply, her eyebrow rose.

'Big bro? What the fuck is going on here?' Apparently, it seemed that Fred now had two older siblings to rescue if she had to go by the tone the other woman had used.

"You three, come with me! The rest of you; start scouting the area!" Turning towards Fred, Sarah's face softened somewhat.

"Thank you so much for helping me. I know that you wanted to come here, but with what's going on, I think it would be best if you leave. It's not safe and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to you, honey."

'Honey? Really? There's no way in hell lady that I'm gonna walk away from this.' Faking a smile that she learned from Sookie, Fred gave a thumb up.

"Ya don't have to tell me twice! You stay safe too, ya hear?" Sarah nodded and grabbed onto her shoulders.

"Please be safe!" Letting go of Fred, she snapped her fingers at the three by standers and they all rushed into the church, while the rest ran towards their assigned posts.

'Looks like I'm going to be having a harder time getting into this place than I thought.' Fred thought with dismay as she walked down the sidewalk. Looking around to see if anyone was watching her, she grinned as she stepped off to the side and sprinted towards the right side of the building.

'Oh joy! I always did want to break into a church.'

~Le Line Break~

"Ow! Damn it! Why the fuck did I bring my purse! Ugh, this is a lot harder than it looks in the movies!" Fred growled as she wiggled her way through the ventilation system.

After many failed attempts of breaking into the church, (these people took their security very seriously, who knew?) Fred Stackhouse had to improvise (settle), by breaking in through a side room window. That was another thing Fred hadn't taken into account; Glass.

Glass is sharp.

Glass cuts.

Cuts hurt like a motherfucker and also caused bleeding.

Bleeding while shimmying one's ass through the air vent system with vampires were around was like sticking a thanksgiving turkey in front of a pack of rapid dogs and saying; "Don't touch."

Yeah-no. This was definitely not Fred's brightest moment. Not by a long shot. Although it wasn't like she had had much of a choice but to go through the air vents. Just as she was about to leave the room, she had heard someone jiggle the door knob. Knowing that if she got caught it was going to be game over for her, she had freaked out and rushed to move a chair over to the door and placed it resting against the door knob. Then, while standing on the desk, she macgyvered her way into the ventilation duct.

"God I hope Jason doesn't find out about this." She gritted through her teeth. One thing movies don't tell people is that air vents are small. And cold.

'Man its fucking dark in here! Shouldn't I have found an air duct by now? Maybe if I go further, I'll find one.'

Being trapped in a dark and small space wasn't fun, Fred could attest to that. In fact, she would tell anyone that it was fucking nerve-wracking. Feeling a mini-panic attack heading her way, Fred took a deep breath. The last thing she needed was to have a full blown break down while in the air rafters. After taking a few moments to collect herself, she started moving again.

~Le Line Break~

'Sookie! When I get my god damn hands on you!'

With what felt like forever, with multiple twists and turns, ups and downs, Fred Stackhouse was officially at the end of her rope. She was cold, tired, her hand hurt like a bitch and she was pretty sure that her blood was decorating the walls of the church's air vents. By now, she was definitely regretting her choice of ignoring Sarah's request to leave.

"There are several exits, actually. For you, the easiest one takes you straight to hell!"

Fred perked up at the sound of a man's voice. There were people close by where she was at in the vents. Fred pressed her ear against the vent to listen closer.

"Let us leave! Save yourselves! No one has to die!"

That was Sookie! She had found her sister, albeit, she was in the air vent so Sookie didn't know she was there, but it still counted! Right?

'Sookie! Can you hear me? I'm in the vents, stay calm, I'm coming for ya!' Fred hoped her thoughts reached Sookie. She didn't know how far she was from Sookie, but it didn't sound far. With renewed vigor, Fred crawled even faster through the tunnel.

"The war has begun you evil whore of Satan! The lines have been drawn. You're either with us, or against us. We are prepared for Armageddon."

'Oh that did not sound good! What the fuck have you dragged me into Sookie?!'

Reaching yet another dead end in the air vent system, Fred twisted her body and bent her head to check the directions. Feeling her hope in humanity die at the sight of pitch black from the left side she checked the right. Halle-fucking-luiah!

There was light! As cliché as it sounded, there was a light at the end of the tunnel! Hope restored, she started to rotate and snaked her way towards salvation.

'Hang on Sook!'

~Le Line Break~

"…Justice! As our Lord was betrayed for 30 pieces of silver, a few pieces of silver betray a child of Satan to the world!"

'What the fuck has this guy been smoking lately?'

Fred felt crushed. She was so close to Sookie and yet she felt she was eons away. She had never felt so helpless.

There's an old saying; that whenever something is too good to be true than it is and Fred was reminded of that saying as she looked down at the air duct. The air duct was too small. Too fucking small in an already too small space.

Salvation had come in the form of an air duct that Fred was almost positive her head couldn't even squeeze through. Deliverance had its price, she guessed. Taking a deep breath she did the only thing she felt that was left.

"God, it's me; Freddy. Look, I know that you and I have had our differences in the past, but look, I'll cut ya a deal; I promise that if you get me the fuck outta here, I will never masturbate on Sundays ever again! Just please get me outta here!"

After a long pause of silence, she groaned and face planted against the duct. Well, it seems God wasn't that impressed with her deal. Closing her eyes as tears of frustration started to fall. She was done. Fucking done with today. She started to sniff as tears were coming out full stream.

"One more step, vampire, and the girl dies…"

Oh God. Sookie was about to die. No no no no no.

She was trapped in a damn air vent of a psychotic church that probably had already hurt Jason and Sookie was about to die. All while she was powerless to stop it. She felt powerless as she had a feeling that the other ducts anywhere near her would had been just as small and she didn't think she could turn around to go back. She was just do-

"Girl, why are you crying?"

~Le Line Break~

Boom! Chapter one done! :D Ya'll still with me? I hope so, cause I have way more in store. Now before panties start twisting I need to clear some things. This story will follow cannon…to a point. I will be twisting some things around so that way it fits into my story. Why? Cause it's fanfiction! Fictional stories created by fans! ~Le Gasp! ~ I know!

Anyway, if you guys stick it out with me, I promise that this will be one heck of a ride for ya! Now if you guys have any questions please let me know. I always enjoy reading people's thoughts on my stories even if they're mean. (By that, I totally mean that I sit with friends, drinking ourselves stupid as we read all the hate comments.…*cough*)

Also for any of you readers wondering, here are some answers for some of Fred's references:

The reason why Sookie and Bill weren't in the Hotel system is because the rooms are under Eric's name, and Fred hasn't gotten to meet him yet. ;D

The song Fred forces Sarah to listen to is called Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. Just saying, it's a great 90's grunge song, ya'll should give it a listen.

The directions Fred got from Barry are real, there is a town outside of Dallas named Sunnyvale. I thought that if the FOTS was real they would be close to, if not in, Sunnyvale. The highways are real too, thanks Google Maps!

Calling Sarah Newlin a Westboro Barbie. :D for those who don't know the reference, The Westboro Baptist church is a church in Kansas that is famous for their hate speeches against soldiers, and the Gay community. Also famous for doing most of their hate rallies at funerals of fallen soldiers. Basically they're douche-bags.

Any who, I have a question for everyone; I'll be honest in that I haven't decided if our little Miss. Winifred is going to be somewhat like Sookie –in the sense that she has fae blood- or if I will make her like Jason –in the sense of being completely human. What are your thoughts? Be warned though, if I make her like Sookie then I already know where I plan on that going, and I can already tell ya, it's not going to be some fairy princess/witch who has microwave fingers. Not even close. So my question stands;

Do I make her completely human and make her stay just the comic relief?

Or

Do I make her like Sookie minus the microwave fingers?

Let me know in the comments!

See ya'll soon!