Color Spectrum

By Nameless Fable

AN: Happy 4th to all my fellow Americans! Hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Warning #1: 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, which includes Godric. #sorryNotsorry ;D

Warning #2:I have no Beta. Any mistakes you see are my own. Don't judge. :D

Shoutout to: Fialisen and Shayde F. Revelle! You guys helped me out so much with translating so thank you! :D And a huge thank you to my 50 reviewers! Thank you guys! I always enjoy reading your thoughts on my story, you guys keep me going! Let's go to 75! ;D

Disclaimer: I own Winifred and anything you all don't recognize from the show. I'm just playing with CH and Ball's toys. I promise to put them back once I'm done. ;)Also don't own Velma from Scooby-Doo.

~Le Line Break~

"Do it now

Lick it good

Suck this pussy just like you should

Right now

Lick it good

Suck this pussy just like you should"

"Ugh, fucking wait a minute will ya?" Head pounding, Fred reached in her pocket for the vibrating phone. Eyes still closed, Fred hit the phone button instinctively.

"Yeeesss?" She grunted.

"What the fuck do you mean you're in Dallas?! Bitch you better turn the fuck around and come on home!"

Wincing at the loud shrill voice, Fred pulled the phone away from her ear. Yeah-no. Loud voices were not her friend right now, heading pounding and all.

"Yo, relax. Just calm down. Look I-"

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Heffa do you know how worried you made us?! Do you know that Eggs and I spent over an hour looking for yo' ass?! Oh! That's right, ya don't. Do you know why?"

"Tara I-"

" Nuh-uh! You hush! Thank god Carl found your note. Maryann was about to call the police! You had us all worried, ya dumb bitch! When I see you I'm gonna-"

Fred could hear other voices in the background and a few clicking noises as Tara's voice became quieter. Thank god. As much as she loved Tara, she hated it when her rants were directed at her. At anyone else though, it was fair game to laugh. Bringing the phone closer to her, Fred had to stifle a pained laugh at the sound of Tara pouting.

"Where are you?"

Fred stiffened.

Shit.

It was Maryann.

Fred gulped nervously.

"Uh, hi Maryann."

"That doesn't answer my question. Where are you?"

"Uh, one second."

With a groan and what felt like centuries, Fred had finally convinced her eyelids to move, only to be greeted by inky darkness. Fred didn't know what was with today, but she was getting real pissed off and she was positive that small dark spaces had it out for her.

"Um, I think I'm in a closet."

"What?"

Fred winced at the sound of Maryann's voice rising on the phone.

Double shit.

"Don't ask why, I'm still trying to figure that out for myself. Last I can remember was Sookie acting like a twat and me going outside for a smoke, only I didn't make it outside, cause I got lost. Next thing I know is you guys calling me." Fred laughed hesitantly.

"You think this is funny? I was worried about you."

'Worried? Lady I just met you 2 nights ago.'

"I'm sorry, it's just Sookie called and she sounded really scared. I tried to contact her and her boyfriend, but they both wouldn't answer their phones. I got worried and since you all were out of the house and all, I left the note and-"

"And where did you leave the note Winifred?"

Fred winced at the usage of her full name.

Triple shit.

She did not need to be yelled at in a vamper's closet right now.

"What are you talking about I left the note…" She trailed off.

Quadruple shit.

She closed her eyes in frustration.

"Uh-huh. Keep going."

"I left it on my desk in my room."

"And tell me, is that where any of us could see it immediately?" Maryann's voice was quiet but Fred could hear the barely contained ire.

"No."

"That's right. No we couldn't. I am so disappointed in you. I was worried sick. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you." Feeling guilty and thoroughly scolded, Fred grimaced as she bit her bottom lip. She felt like she was a little kid again getting punished by her grandma. Turns out she was just as good as Gran when putting on the guilt trips. Great.

"I'm really sorry Maryann, look; I promise I will be home tomorrow. Sookie is fine, it turns out she was involved in some kind of high profile vampy shit. We'll be home soon."

"Good, I'll be waiting. Oh and Freddy? Don't think you're getting out of another talk. Come home safe. We all miss you. I love you."

Freezing, Fred felt a cold chill at the emotional words Maryann spoke. Fred felt creeped out that a woman she just met would say something like that to her. Sookie or Jason? Yeah it was a given. They were her only blood family left. Lala and Tara? Uh-yeah! They might as well have been blood. But this woman, Fred didn't know her from Adam. As kind and nurturing as she had been to Fred, she was still a stranger.

"Freddy?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Fred coughed lightly.

"Uh yeah, ditto, gotta go. See ya soon, Bye." Fred quickly hung up before the other woman could say anything else and put the phone back into her pocket.

"Well, no time like the present." Grunting, Fred started to move and twist her body, struggling to her feet. Waking up with a raging headache and being crammed into a dark small space was making Fred rethink her life choices.

"Motherfucker!" She cursed, hitting her head on something hard. One hand rubbing her sore head, the other hand went up to investigate what she had hit her head with.

"Stupid fucking shelf." She growled, glaring in the shelf's general direction. Finally managing to stand, Fred fumbled in the dark, trying to feel around for a way out. Hand grasping a door knob, Fred stumbled out of her dark prison and crashed to the floor with a groan. Hissing, Fred slammed her eyes shut. It was too bright.

"What the fuck happened?" For the life of her, she couldn't remember how she had gotten into this situation. Just as she had told Maryann, the last thing she remembered was being pissed at Sookie and needing a cigarette. Groaning, Fred rubbed the right side of her forehead. Ugh. It felt like a Sumo wrestler was attempting to perform the 'Can-Can' in her brain.

Eyes finally adjusted, Fred opened her eyes only to be greeted by a world of blurry colors. Blinking a few times, she sat up quickly as her eyes widened in panic, hands shooting up to her face.

Quintuple shit.

Where the hell were her glasses?!

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" She growled, turning over to her hands and knees. Today just wasn't her day. If she had known that she was going to end up crawling around blind in a vampire nest, Fred would had laughed, said 'Fuck it' to Sookie's voice mail and probably smoke a huge bowl with Lala instead. She did not want nor need this shit right now.

'Oh yay. I always did want to reenact Velma.'

~Le Line Break~

Fumbling around dimly lit hallways proved to be Fred Stackhouse's breaking point. Well past boiling point, Fred wasn't pissed, oh no, she was livid. When she found whoever did this to her they were going to need a Doctor and a lawyer by the time she was through with them.

After forever and a day, Fred had finally managed to find the stairwell that led to the downstairs living room. Tightly grasping at the wall, Fred gave a brief prayer before slowly descending down the dimly lit stairs.

"I swear to God, Imma throat punch the fucking asshat responsible for this." Fred snarled under her breathe as she attempted to grip the wall for support. This was not the first time Fred wished she had listened to her Gram's warnings about televisions causing eye problems.

Being near-sighted sucked and what also sucked being near-sighted going down stairs. Still feeling dizzy and nauseous from her rendezvous with Mr. Sleepy-Time and the closet didn't help Fred in her endeavor either. In fact being blind and dizzy was enough to cause some problems, but add in stairs and sprinkle in some poor lighting spelled out disaster. Why? Because one moment Fred was practically hugging the wall and the next- she misjudged a step and just like the old nursery rhyme of Jack and Jill- Winifred C. Stackhouse went tumbling down.

Sextuple shit.

'Oh fuck me sideways.'

~Le Line Break~

Overall, tonight was a good night for Jason Stackhouse. Both sisters were safe, he got out of being punished for using V with that big scary-ass vamper, and best of all-there were tons of hot chicks.

Tons.

Honestly, if it weren't for that hippy sheriff, Jason wouldn't have minded coming back to Dallas, but sadly for Jason, as long as that vamper was eye-balling Freddy, Jason would gladly give up some cooze to ensure that his baby sis didn't get swept away but that baby faced fucker.

Speaking of Fred, Jason looked around the room and couldn't see any sign of her crazy colored hair. Checking his phone, he was starting to get nervous; it was well past the 15 minute curfew he had given her. Looking around, he felt somewhat relieved to see that the vampire sheriff was still in the room. At least now he knew that whatever was keeping Fred wasn't the hippy.

Thank God.

'Imma give her 5 more minutes, if she's not back Imma…WOAH! Look at the rack on that one!'

Jason turned his head towards the brunette standing by the stair way. Smirk forming, Jason walked over to the female with a small spring to his step. Maybe he would give Fred 10 more minutes.

~Le Line Break~

Through his peripheral vision, Jason saw a tall figure move down the stairs, ignoring the brunette mid-conversation, Jason turned towards the entrance. Realizing who had arrived, confusion and concern arose in his stomach.

"Luke?" Jason stepped towards the sweating and nervous man. Luke turned towards Jason with a glare.

"Go away Stackhouse."

"What the fuck are ya doin' here man?"

"I got nothin' to say to you."

"Like hell bro, what are you-"

"Leave me alone." Luke pushed Jason away from him and towards the brunette that Jason was just talking to.

" 'cuse me, everyone." Luke spoke loudly, gaining the room's attention. Voices quieted down as both humans and vampires gave the new comer their attention, curiosity filled the air. Jason looked back at the stairs with apprehension, where was Fred?

"My name is Luke McDonald and Reverend Steve Newlin sent me here with a message for you all." Finishing his speech, Luke quickly started to unzip his tan jacket. Jason's eyes widened in terror. Turns out the reverend's message came in the form a bomb of silver stakes that were strapped to him with silver chains. The surrounding people also got the gist of the message as they also stiffened in horror. Jason looked at Sookie in worried terror. As Luke quickly grabbed the detonator-

Thud

Thud

"Ah! Fuck!"

Grunts of surprised pain could be heard as everyone stared in shock as Winifred C. Stackhouse tumbled down the stairs and barreled into the would be bomber, knocking him off his feet as they both crashed onto the floor. The detonator went flying from his hand and skidding across the floor. Silence rang through the room as everyone was trying process what had just happened.

"Ow! I think I just broke my ass." Fred groaned in pain. Lying still for a moment, Fred's face lit up bright red.

'Good going Fred, way to crash the party dumbass.' She thought in embarrassment as she stared up at the ceiling.

"Freddy!" Jason yelled, rushing over to her, his face was pale with shock and worry. Fred waved a hand at him, a small pained grin forming on her face as she turned her head towards her older brother.

"Sup bro, miss me?"

Groaning could be heard from under her, causing Fred to sit up while looking down. Seems she broke her fall by landing on some guy. Squinting at the tan blob she gave a small chuckle.

"Sorry dude, didn't mean to squish ya. I'm as blind as a bat without my glasses. Thanks for-" Fred trailed off as she leaned down to get a better look at the guy she was sitting on.

'Wait a minute…tan. Tan…Why is that so familiar?' Fred racked at her brain for the answer. It was at the tip of her tongue. Jason bent down to help Fred off of Luke; he wanted her as far away from the zealot wannabe bomber as possible.

"C'mon Fred." He said as he gripped her shoulders. Fred ignored him as her eyes went wide and an angry dark scowl grew other her small grin.

"Oi! You're the douche-canoe who knocked me out!" Fred yelled as she pushed Jason's hands off of herself and reared back her fist.

Wham!

A crunch and a cry resonated throughout the room as the would be bomber brought a hand up to his now bleeding nose.

"Bitch!" He cried out, pushing at her. Fred scowled down at him as Jason successfully picked her up and away from Luke.

"Yeah, well, if the shoe fits Dicktits! Maybe you shouldn't hit and put girls in closets, cuntwaffle." Fred snarled as she tried to kick at the downed man, unfortunately for her, Jason had pulled her further away from the man than her legs could reach.

"Freddy!" Sookie yelled out as she ran other to her siblings. She couldn't decide on whether she should be appalled by her sister's language, grateful that she had stopped the bomber, or terrified at the aspect that she almost lost both of her siblings. Deciding on the lather, Sookie hugged both Jason and Fred tightly, her arms slightly trembling.

Fred looked at Sookie somewhat shocked. She had been expecting Sookie to yell at her for saying the 'C' word. That was the one fast way of unleashing Sookie's famous temper. She had been known to beat some ass over that word.

'Trust me Sook, he started it, I swear.'

The Stackhouse commotion seemed to have brought the rest of the room out of their stunned stupor, as Stan rushed towards the humans. Stan crushed the fallen detonator with a stomp of his heel before turning around towards the suicide bomber. Stan snarled at the scared man before he grabbed the human's hand and crushed it in his grasp. Before the man could scream, Eric appeared in front of the injured male and clenched his throat in his grasp, yanking him up, Luke's feet dangling in the air. Eric had him up by at least 5 inches from the ground.

"Master, what shall I do about this trash?" Eric asked as he turned around to face his maker,with the human in tow. His demeanor was void of emotion even though his fangs were down for display. Fred stilled in her siblings' embrace. The hair on the back of her neck rose as she watched as the gray form that was the vampire leader slowly walked towards them. The others in the room seemed to also feel the tension as they all stepped out of his way.

Stopping in front of her, the sheriff brought a hand up towards her face, gently grasping her chin as he turned her head towards himself, evaluating the damage done. Once again, his touch created electricity throughout her body and Fred couldn't help but wonder if his touch would always generate this response from her body. His face was hollow of any emotion while his eyes told a different story. They were burning with an indescribable emotion that made Fred want to whimper. His eyes were burning into her.

"Tell me what happened, Lilla maka."

The air caught in the back of her throat. His voice was dark and sultry. It was filled angry and carried a fiendish promise. She was stuck between wanting to get the fuck out of dodge and wanting to get down on her knees and beg him to take her.

Septuple shit.

She always had had a thing for guys who were dark and licentious. Mentally scolding herself, she wanted to smack her head into a wall. What was up with her reactions to the guy? He was messing with her head and she didn't like it…right? Fuck, this wasn't good.

"Do not make me ask again." Fred nervously swallowed as goose-bumps formed over her arms. Jason and Sookie both tightened their arms around her protectively. Clearing her throat, Fred nervously answered the angered vampire.

"Well, after the bitch fit my sister was having with Poodle-fish, - ow Sookie!" Fred glared back at Sookie for pinching her before looking back at the incensed leader, "Anyway, I decided that I needed air and so I was gonna step outside for a smoke."

Watching his eyes narrow at the word 'smoke' she mentally groaned. Oh great, yet another yuppie who was gonna get their panties in a bunch over HER decisions. She had a feeling that if he knew that her nightly routine consisted of at least one bowl of La-la's finest kush, this vamper would lose his shit. Big whop! Her body=her decisions. He could go eat a bag of dicks for all she cared. Fred internally laughed at the mental imagine.

"Freddy!" Sookie admonished, bringing Fred out of her thoughts.

'Sorry Sookie.'

"I got lost as I was trying to find the front door. After a while of searching, I gave up and was heading back to the party when this jizz-magician came out of nowhere, asked me if I'm Jason's sister, I said 'yes' and before I know it- BAM!- He punched me and I'm knocked out and then next thing I know is I'm doing yoga moves in a fucking closet. After I woke up and left the closet, I realize my glasses are missing, so I tried to find them, but obviously," Fred pointed towards her glasses free face, "I was unsuccessful, so after a bit, I found the stairs and let me tell ya, near sighted and stairs don't mix. The rest I'm sure ya watched. I tripped, fell, and landed on him and broke my ass. The rest is history." Fred finished as she crossed her arms.

Silence rang throughout the room as Fred waited on baited breath for a reaction from the man in front of her. His jaw was clenched tightly shut and his eyes were narrowed in anger. His hand was gentle and light on her skin as it trailed down her face, finishing at her jaw as it mapped out the damage.

"Eric" His voice was deafening in the quiet room.

"Yes master?" Eric's voice was sharp with attention, his hand still grasping Luke's throat with ease.

"Take our guest into my office, I'll deal with him there."

Eric nodded and not even a second later he and the human were gone. The sheriff turned his head away from Fred, looking behind his back towards the other occupants in the room.

"Isabel, Stan." His voice was quiet and taunt. Fred watched as two forms in black appeared in front of the leader.

"Sheriff." Their voices rang out as one. Fred could hear the cautiousness in their voices as they gave their leader their undivided attention. Fred turned her gaze back to the leader. He was standing a little too close for comfort as he was still doing that weird vampy thing to her limited sense. She really needed to ask Sookie if Bill did the same thing to her when they touch. Fred didn't know how Sookie could keep sane if that was the case. Sookie must have read her mind because her older sister started to pull both her and Jason away from Mr. Douche, her arms were so tight that her nails were starting to dig into Fred's arms.

"Stan, go and gather all the other intruders as I imagine that the human did not get this far on his own. I want them all in my office-relatively unharmed."

"Yes sir." While Fred couldn't see the details of Cowboy Victor's face, she could hear the savage glee practically dripping from his voice. His black form disappeared and within seconds, screams could be heard. Fred winced, she kinds felt bad for whoever Stan got his hands on.

"Isabel, I want everyone out of the nest and heading to Hotel Carmilla, notify security of the hotel and let them know we are coming."

"Yes sir."

"Everyone, the nest has been compromised. It's not safe here anymore as they might come back. Head to the hotel." His voice, although quiet, it carried throughout the room.

"Move." His command snapped people out of their stupor and they all, with Isabel's help, started heading for the exit.

"Sookie!" A man's voice yelled from the top of the stairs.

'Oh boy, here we go. 3, 2, 1…'

"Bill!" Sookie cried out as she released Jason and Fred and ran around them to the stairs. Fred watched as Sookie's white-clad form was enveloped in what must have been Bill. God she really hated that guy.

"Sookie, what happened?"

"Oh Bill, it happened so fast, I was so scared. A member of that church came here and was going to blow up the nest. Fred stopped him by tripping down the stairs."

"What?"

'Bomb?! What bomb?!' Fred's eyes widened in shock. So that's why Jason and Sookie were actin' so clingy. Fred shuddered at the thought of how close she had came to being blown to smitherines. She couldn't believe how close she had came to death. The thought was humbling. Fred was brought out of her thoughts as the two love birds continued.

"Yeah, you know how she is without her glasses. The guy knocked her out and she lost her glasses. She tried to go down the stairs and fell."

"Oh. Well that would explain why I found this." Bill replied as he stepped closer to where Jason and Fred were standing, Sookie following as she hung onto his arm.

"Missing something?" He asked, holding a small black object out for Fred.

"My glasses! Fuck yes!" Fred yelled in excitement as her eyes lit up with joy and reached out for her eye wear. Placing them back on her face where they belonged, Fred was grateful to see the colors blobs that were surrounding her, morph into people and objects. Oh yeah. If she hadn't mentioned it before, she really hated being near-sighted. Looking up at Billy the Vamp, Fred grinned. Delight written all over her face.

"Thanks Bill, have I told ya lately that you're my favorite." She said with a laugh. Bill cocked an eyebrow as he stared at the youngest Stackhouse with amusement.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, totally dude." She laughed. Jason tightened his arms around Fred as he pouted.

"Oi! I thought I was your favorite." Fred turned her head to look up at her brother with a smile.

"I've told you numerous times; you're my favorite brother. Get it right."

Jason looked down at Fred with a deadpanned expression on his face.

"I'm your only brother."

"Exactly."

Sookie laughed at her siblings as they started arguing. Trust them both to start joking around at a time like this. Sookie looked up at Bill only to see him looking at Godric, with a nervous look on his face and his arms were stiff.

"Bill, what is it?" Bill shook his head as he looked back down at the blonde woman, an uneased smile gracing his lips.

"It's nothing dear. Let's head back to the hotel. We still have a long night ahead of us." He stated as he lead her up the stairs. Turning back towards her siblings who were still horsing around, Sookie took a step towards them before Bill stopped her.

"They will be fine, trust me. I sent Jessica back to Bon Temps so when they get to the hotel they can take that room. Let's go darling." Arm over her shoulders, Bill lead her away from her siblings and out of the nest.

~Le Line Break!~

"Quit being a dumbass bro. You know you're my bee's knees. Stop getting your panties in a bunch."

"Maybe I would if I were wearing any."

"Oooh! Jason! You little slut! Gran would slap you silly if she knew you didn't wear underwear. That's just nasty."

"Oi! I didn't say that!"

"Oh yes you did!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Ya-huh!"

"No I didn't."

"Yes, ya di-"

Fred didn't finish as she was once again distracted by none other than Mr. Douche standing in front of her. Man, she really needed to learn his name. Ha! If she had to go by what all the other vampires' names, she bet it was an ordinary name too, like Allan or something.

He was staring unblinkingly at her, causing her to nervously shift in Jason's hold. God, he must had been the staring contest champion as a child.

"Yes?" She asked with a nervous grin. Ignoring her question, the leader turned towards Jason and responded,

"Mr. Stackhouse, Isabel is waiting in the car for you. She will take you to the Hotel."

"Alright, cool. Thank you." Jason nodded his thanks with an uneased smile. The hippy fucker was eye-ballin' Fred again. Oh no. Not on his watch. Jason grabbed Fred's hand and started to pull her with him towards the stairs.

"C'mon sis, I'll even let ya have the first bath when we get to the hotel." Fred nodded with a smile, walking towards the stairs with him.

"Sweet!"

"Shotgun!"

"Oi! No fair! You always get shotgun Jason!"

"That's because I have longer legs then you shrimp!"

"Don't call me shrim-"

"You are not to leave my side until I say so Lilla vën." Fred's eyes widened as she felt a hand pull her away from the stairs and her brother. Her mouth opened in shock as her back collided into the vampire's front as his arms snaked around her waist. Oh no. Nuh-uh. Nien. Nyet. There was no fucking way that she was going to stay another fucking minute in this place, especially with touchy feely vampers who had no idea what personal boundaries were. No way, no how. Nope. Turning around to glare at him, she starting her yelling fit.

"If you think that I-"

"This is not up for argument little girl!" He snapped at her, interrupting her as he fixed her with his own glare, his eyes fiery with barely concealed rage. She closed her mouth as she stared up at him nervously.

This wasn't good. One angry vampire was bad enough, but adding in a 2,000 year old angry vampire leader and that spelled out cluster fuck.

Octuple shit.

~Le Line Break!~

….hehehe…Sup guys…yeah. I lied about her getting to know Godric's name...and the length...Sorry! What can I say? This chapter was fighting me non-stop! I literally wrote and rewrote it multiple times and every time I tried to write in what I had in mind, Godric or Fred would fight me on it. The bastards.

Also, sorry for the lack of updates, would you believe me if I said my computer blew up? No? Fine! I got distracted by some really kick ass walking dead fanfiction. Ya can't blame me! Well maybe you can…BUT! If you read Whatever It Takes by Mooka333 you would understand. It so far has 206 chapters and is over 700k plus words long. That along with real life took up most of my time in June. Also thanks Mooka333 for giving me the go ahead to mention said story in my story…just saying SPOILER ALERT! Fred will be reading it in my story. As I said in the beginning, this is a self/friend insert. My dear Mizz. Wini will have my love for fanfiction come hell or high water! :D

That being said this leads me to my next proposition; If any of my readers are writers and if you want, I could have Fred read a small part of your story in my story, I'll totally have her fan girling over updates and interesting key points and what have ya. Just let me know and I'll read it and start writing the scene where she reads it…who knows…she may read it to Godric. ;D (Bring on the smutty scenes ;P)

Also I'm looking for a beta, as I have so many ideas for this story but no one to really talk to about it. So if anyone who is a grammar nazi and is interested please send me an IM.

Tara's ringtone: If you guys don't know this song I am sad for you. It's called 'My Neck My Back' and is by Khia

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Reviews feed my muse, you don't want her to starve do you? And By that I meant I'll update when this story has 75 reviews. That's 25 reviews for one chapter. Considering that about 3,000 people have read this little story so far, that's not asking for much. I mean it when I say that I want to know your thoughts my dear readers.

See ya'll soon!