Prologue

Helloooo! Thank you for following/favouriting me as an author, this will mean that you will see that I am starting my new story for this series. I still don't know what to call the series, any ideas would be much aprieciated.

Disclaimer: I own nothing in relation to True Blood (characters, plot, places, etc), however I do have the rights to my own OC's. Although if you would like to use some of them in your own story I would be happy to allow you as long as you tell me in advance. :D

Have fun reading this randomness! xxxx

Purely becasue I love this poem and it fits well with the story. It was one of the inspirations for writting this fanfic:-

BELIAL came last, than whom a Spirit more lewd
Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love
Vice for it self: To him no Temple stood
Or Altar smoak'd; yet who more oft then hee
In Temples and at Altars, when the Priest
Turns Atheist, as did ELY'S Sons, who fill'd
With lust and violence the house of God.
In Courts and Palaces he also Reigns
And in luxurious Cities, where the noyse
Of riot ascends above thir loftiest Towrs,
And injury and outrage: And when Night
Darkens the Streets, then wander forth the Sons
Of BELIAL, flown with insolence and wine.
Witness the Streets of SODOM, and that night
In GIBEAH, when hospitable Dores
Yielded thir Matrons to prevent worse rape.

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"You can't just keep apearing out of the blue!" I said when Adrian and I got in to Eric's office. Eric was a bit out of it, so I thought it best for him to stay out there. I watched as he glided over and sat in the chair while putting his feet up on the desk. My anger escaleted even more. "Move!" I said and walked over to him, attempting to seem menacing, however all he did was smile at me, amused. He was wearing all black like the first time I saw him, however this seemed more casual. He had on black jeans (that fitted him perfectly), a long sleve black top and a pair of black vans. He looked like a teenager. Well, a very dark one that you wouldn't want to meet in an alley at night. His ice blond hair made his dark (almost black) eyes pertrude and stand out. I had never been able to fully look at him before as he was always disapearing

I watched his smile grow as he picked up on what I was thinking. "Make me." I had a flash back to when I said the same thing to Eric when he asked me to move off his throne. I flushed. I knew I wouldn't be able to make him, so I stomped back to the sofa that was in the room.

"Why are you here?" I asked with my arms crossed. I feared I already knew the answer, but I felt I should ask.

"For you." I got even more angry.

"Well, you can't have me. Anything else?"

I watched as he stood and walked over to me. He was shorter than Eric but taller than Godric, which was still miles taller than my 5"4 figure. I stood too, as to not let him intimidate me. When I did this he laughed."I like you. You have...spirit." He elongagted the last word, as if it was a private joke.

"You are arrogant. Now we have gotten to know each other better, can you leave?" I asked, hopeful.

"Even when you can't see me, I am there. In the back of your head." I felt his presence bubbling at the back of my head as I had felt before. "See..?" I put my guards up stronger than I ever had before. I felt his presence withdraw from my mind, and he laughed again.

"What the hell are you? You're not like me." I said, certain of this fact. Again he laughed, I was getting seriously annoyed with him.

"No, I am not like you." He said cryptically.

"Well...?" I prompted.

"You will find out in due time." He said. I was about to argue, but before I could he spoke again. "Farewell, my love." He stroked my cheek. I was so confused at his behavior.

"I am not your 'love'!" I shouted into the now empty room as he had disapeared. I stomped out into the main bar area of Fangtaisia. I looked to see Eric walking over to me. He was clearly angry.

"What happened? I couldn't move or do anything." He was seething.

"It's fine. He's gone." I said.

The next chapter will be set later on. This was just so you knew what happened after Adrian walked in. It will all make sense as to why I decided to tell you lovely people in future chapters.

Let me know what you thought of the poem? It is from John Milton's "Paradise Lost" ~ which, again, I do not own.

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