TRUEBLOOD || CTH

“People are lining up outside of the United Vampire Nation to protest the existence of vampires.”

“Isn’t that something, Sue? I mean for the longest time we had no idea that these disgusting creatures even existed, and now no one knows how to act!”

“I agree, Tom. How are we suppose to leave our homes at night, knowing these things are, stronger than us and live off of US!”

*ding*

It was just another night, one like any other, since they emerged... a normal looking man walked into a nearby liquor store about five miles away from the small town of Bon Temps. He walked to back of the liquor store being followed by the eyes of the man sitting at the register watching the eleven o’clock news, whose attention was then shift towards a younger gentleman about 25 years old who came in and walked up to the register.

“Can I get a pack of Camel’s and then a pack of Marlboros?” The young man asked.

“Yep.” As the cashier turned around to grab the two separate packs of cigarettes the kid responded to the news.

“God, I fucking hate those fangers...” He spat out. Just as he ended the cashier turned around looked him up and down and responded, “and we fucking hate bitches like you... now get the fuck out of my store before I tear you limb from limb, and then suck you dry.” The young man looked at him with eyes of fear, and ran out towards his car.

“Dumb ass.” The cashier remarked as the kid ran off. But, before he could go back to his news someone slammed down a pack of TrueBlood, synthetic blood that was invented in order to help vampires from feeding on humans.

“Crazy... about this whole vampire thing, right?” The man asked.

“Yeah, alotta fucked up things are being said...” the cashier answered while scanning the pack of synthetic blood.

“Are you a vampire?”

“Oh, uh, no...” The cashier laughed while bagging the bottles, “I was just trying to scare that kid, cause he was making some dumb ass comments, that’s all.”

“Oh...” The man nodded.

“Well, that’ll be $15.65.”

The man handed him a twenty, and then told the cashier to keep the change. He grabbed his bag and turned around, but then just stood there, quietly...

“Hey, man you okay?” The cashier asked, but the man didn’t reply, he just continued on standing there.

“Yo, fella? You-“ he was the cut off by the man turning around quickly with a deadly look in his eyes.

“Don’t... you... EVER... impersonate us EVER again...” the man commanded, exposing his fangs, “am... I... clear?”

The cashier nodded shaking behind the register.

“Good. Now... Have a nice night!” The man advised nodding his head, and walking out of the store and into the night.
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(Hemmings’ Bar & Grill)
(Bon Temps, Louisiana)

JESSICA’S P.OV.

Look at her, that FREAK.

I wonder if maybe her parents died just so they could get AWAY from her.

What a fucking FREAK.

Fucking weird ass girl, maybe she’s just mentally re-

“Umm HELLO?? Earth to Jessica??? Can I maybe get some help with tables four and six??? Yeah, that would be nice!” My coworker Linda asked snapping me out of the heads of others.

“Of course! I’m sorry Linda!” I replied walking over to table four which was filled with the towns’ country creeps.

“Hi welcome to Hemmings’ Bar ‘n’ Grill! What can I get started for ya?”

Damn look at her, I would really like a taste of that.

“Can we get two pitchers of BlueMoon beer?” One of them asked, “and also let us get some of ya hottest wings, and four hamburgers with fries.”

Fuck the wings and fries I’d rather just eat her...

“Yes, of course. I’ll be right back!” I turned around quickly and began walking towards the kitchen to place their order.

Look at that ass. For the town weirdo she’s got a nice ass body.

The head chef was jamming out to some of the weird music that he listens to during work, making me laugh.

“Hey Michael, can I get our Blazin’Buffalo wings and four orders of hamburgers and fries for the creeps at table four?”

“Anything for you Jess! Oh, and uh, I was wondering, how’s my cousin doing? She hasn’t talked to me in like a week... it’s not natural for her.” He asked, his cousin just so happened to be my best friend since childhood, Sara.

“Ya know what? She was over at my place like two nights ago, but I haven’t heard from her since. I think she’s working tonight.”

“Oh, alright. Thanks anyways boo.”

I walked over to the bar to get those two pitchers of BlueMoon’s, and to my surprise the bartender for the night was actually my boss, and the owner of this place, Luke Hemmings.

“Luke?! What are you doing?”

“Well, Josh quit this mornin’ so I’m next in line for the bartending position. Why? What do ya need?”

Ugh look at her... so gorgeous. So beautiful. I wish I could have h- wait... stop thinking! She can read minds. She’s probably reading mine right now. Stop thinking, stop thinking! Lalalalalalalalalala...

“Um, can I get two pitchers of BlueMoon.” I smiled.

“Yeah, two pitchers coming right up!”

Lalalalalalalalala! Stop thinking! Don’t read my mind, Jess! LALALALALALALA!

“Luke calm down.” I chuckled.

“W-what?”

“I’m not listening... anymore.” I laughed as he handed me the two pitchers of beer.

“Ugh! Jess! Get out of my head please!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just can’t help it sometimes!! You know that!!” I apologised.

“Yeah, I know. Hey! I know a way you can make it up to me...” He winked, as my eyebrows furrowed. “You can find me a new bartender!!! I was going to say, you could find me a new bartender!! Not anything creepy, I’m so sorry...” and before I could answer my friend Sara, barged in and yelled,”I NEED A DRINK ASAP!!”

“Sara? What are you doing here? I thought you had work tonight?” I asked.

“Oh, work? I quit that piece of shit job! With that anti-women fucking boss of mine!! Fuck him and fuck that place!!” She replied walking straight to the bar.

That motherfucker thinks he can just FIRE me? Ugh, fuck him! I’ll be fine. I don’t need that job!!

“Luke! Lemme get some of ya strongest whiskey!!” She demanded.

I just laughed and walked back over to the table of country creeps with their two pitchers.

“Here you go, guys! And I’ll be right back with your food.”

So fuckin sexy. I wanna fill her up right here, fuck if everyone watches.

I shook my head in disapproval and made my way back to Michael for their food.

“Here ya go, Jess.” Michael said handing me their large order while blowing me a kiss for good luck. Once, at their table I began passing out their plates.

“One burger and fries plate each, and our hottest wings in the middle.”

She’s hot and all, but I wonder if the rumours are true... I wonder if she really is a fucking FRE-

“Why don’t you ask me?”

“What the fuck are you talking about lady?!”

“About the rumours... why don’t you ask me if they’re true.”
“You fucking fre-“ But whatever he was about to say didn’t matter, because at that very moment he walked in, and took a seat at one of my booths. A vampire! My first vampire!

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