Love Sucks //TrueBlood Fanfiction\\

Chapter One: Meet Thyra

So, the vampires came out of the coffin, hehe... that's funny, came out of the COFFIN, about two years ago, right? But they had always existed, just no one knew it... or, rather, those who did know it either said nothing or they were never believed. So if vampires had always existed, just no one knew, that means that other mythical creatures exist, too, right? Werewolves, zombies, faeries, pixies, mermaids, witches!

The thoughts in my head were running by so quickly, I barely had time to process any of them before I let out a screech of excitement.

"YES!" I had always had a fascination for mermaids and faeries and the fact that they may be real excited me-- probably more than it should have.

Oh, oh, oh, but wHAT IF, just what if, the mermaids and faeries are evil? That would suck. Hehe. Like vampires. Vampires suck. I wonder if vampires are nice. Like, so many people act like vampires are terrible people. Well, I'll know as soon as I meet one, I always know when someone is to be trusted or not. No. Know. It's weird how the 'k' is silent in 'know'. I kinda like it. I like weird words. Speaking of weird-- actually, technically that's THINKING about weird, let me rephrase that. Thinking of weird, I wonder if it'll be weird when--

"Thyra! Come ON! I'm gonna be late!" The infamously whiny voice of my Aunt Arlene called to me from the living room, causing me to lose my train of thought and become extremely irritated, something that was not uncommon for a girl with ADHD.

Any time I lost my train of thought, it took me forever to get it back, and I would just sit there frustrated, with a blank mind.

"Arlene, remember what Judy said. She forgot her ADHD medication and hasn't taken it today so you gotta be careful not to make her angry," the familiar, deep, sexy, Cajun-accented voice of my aunt's fiance, Rene, said in response to my aunt's shouting. But that only pissed me off more.

(Although Rene had always been sexy as hell, I had hated him since the moment I laid eyes on him. Sure, he was nice and he took care of my aunt, but there was just something about him that was off.)

I was tired of the hyperactivity of my brain. I just wanted to stay in Arlene's house and paint or write poetry or do something that could keep my mind from wandering all over the place. It was giving me a headache. And it wouldn't be better until I could just take my medication. And I couldn't take my medication until Rene drove out of Bon Temps and went to the pharmacist to get it for me. And Rene wouldn't be able to go to the pharmacist until he'd dropped Arlene and me off at Merlotte's Bar and Grill, where Arlene works. Besides, I was only allowed to take my medication in the morning before I eat because if I took it at night, I suffered the worst side-effects, like whole-body numbness. Basically, I was screwed. I would just have to tough it out until morning.

"I'm almost ready," I barked out in response to the incessant nagging of my aunt.

"Okay, okay. Sheesh. I'll be waitin' in the car."

I grabbed my black tank top and blue jeans out of my suitcase and pulled them on. As soon as I finished zipping up my jeans, Lisa, my cousin, barged into the room.

"Mama says-- Sorry, I didn't know you were dressing," Lisa turned around, letting her curly red hair flip from side to side as she walked back out.

Little bitch, trying to steal my hairstyle.

"Did ya' tell her?" My youngest cousin, Coby, asked when Lisa was out of the bedroom.

"No, she was gettin' dressed. I didn't wanna make her more mad. She ain't had her medication today, Aunt Judy told Mama."

I let out a sigh.

Why should everyone have to try so hard not to piss me off? Why can't I just be normal? Why can't I just have a mind like a normal person?