A/N: Hey guys! I have returned with a sequel to Blood Thoughts as demanded :]. I figured I couldn't keep you guys waiting. This first chapter is just a prologue that picks up right where Blood Thoughts left off *If you haven't read it, you should otherwise this won't make sense although I will recap a few things*. The next chapter-which will be chapter 1-will pick up two weeks later and follow the same time line as Season Two of True blood. Anyway R&R and enjoy! :] *Oh and this chapter is super short but I will post the next chapter later today*

Summary: Sequel to Blood Thoughts. Chase Morgan is trying to deal with all the changes in her life which include a new ability she cant quite control, a certain viking vampire she's fallen for, and a family secret that changes everything she feels about herself. Eric/OC. Rated M for mature content.

Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood or any of its characters. I am merely borrowing them and I do plan on returning them…except maybe the tall blonde sheriff…Chase Morgan and a few others do belong to me.

***Also I have decided to start referring to Chase's adoptive parents by name and not just "my mother" and "my father" and their names are Mary and Christopher *just to recap* so yeah just a heads up.

Prologue: Changes

"It's because you were adopted, Chase."

My face fell. Shock hit me like a bullet to the back, shattering the very world around me. My stomach churned and I felt myself lean backward until my body hit the counter, which was the only thing that kept me on my feet. My hand came toward my chest, resting against it so I could feel my heart thudding rapidly against it.

"Adopted?" The word burned my tongue like hot sauce. "What the hell do you mean I am adopted?"

My mother, Mary, nodded gravely, shame written across her face like a neon sign directing me toward all her lies. "Yes, honey…Chase, let me explain," she started reaching for me.

My hands went up immediately, making her halt as my breath started to come out in heavy pants. I didn't understand how this was possible. My entire life had been a lie, every single minute of it and my parents had been the founders of said lie. I felt the energy swell in my stomach, making my blood boil as it slowly began to consume me. I felt like I was about to hyperventilate. I shut my eyes, trying to calm myself as the energy threatened to take me over. I had to calm down before something I would regret happened. But as I took deep breaths I couldn't stop the sick feelings of betrayal that rushed me.

"Chase?" Mary's voice sounded frightened and panicked.

I couldn't resist opening my eyes to see what was making her sound this way and gasped when I saw everything that was not bolted down by something, floating in midair around me. Mary had shock written all over her face as her wide brown eyes scanned the items. I looked around in awe. Is this me? Am I doing this? My fists unclenched and everything that had been suspended in air dropped back down to its rightful place with various sounds of it making contact with the counter or floor, making me jump.

Mary's eyes fell on me and for the first time in a long time she looked absolutely terrified of me. The last time I had seen her this way was when I first told her about what I could do with my telepathy at the age of six. She hadn't believed me until I took her hand and read every thought, emotion, and secret going through her head aloud. I had felt bad about what I could do back then and how afraid everyone became of me. I had felt like a freak even at the age of the six. I didn't feel bad this time though. This was all her fault.

"All these years," I said through clenched teeth as I looked at her. "You knew that I had questions about myself. You knew that I thought I was some kind of freak. You and Dad have been lying to me."

She shook her head violently, her smooth face wrinkling with desperation as she reached for me again. "Chase, honey, I only wanted what was best for you," she breathed. "I wanted you to have a normal life. I didn't want you to know where you came from. I wanted you to be happy."

"Where I came from?" I spat angrily. "It would have been better to know that I was adopted rather than grow up questioning myself! I could have found my real family a long time ago and gotten some answers to the questions that I have been asking myself since I was a kid!"

She looked apologetic, ashamed, and horrified all at once. "Chase," she started again taking my arm. "I am sorry, honey. I never wanted you to know. You were my little girl, mine and mine alone."

"That is not the point, mom! I feel like I don't even know myself anymore. Everything about me has been a lie…Every story you told me about me being a child and your pregnancy with me and everything it's all a lie…you….dad….Is Isaac adopted too?"

Mary faltered, the shame on her face practically glowing. "No, honey…Isaac is our biological son."

My face fell and I growled in frustration as I stormed from the kitchen, walking into my bedroom. The door slammed shut behind me without my even touching it, making me jump. It was just like when I had gone into Eric's office the night after I was attacked and I had caught him feeding on a girl. The door had shut without my touching it then as well. This power had manifested in me far before I had even realized it. The energy was still boiling within me and I felt like my blood had turned to lava. I didn't know what to think or how to feel or even how to act. Somewhere out there were my real parents who knew who or what I really was and what exactly was happening to me.

There was a soft knock on my door. "Chase? Please…can we just sit down and talk about this?"

I ignored her voice and walked to my closet, pulling out one of my duffel bags. I began yanking my clothes from their hangers and shoving them inside as Mary continued to knock. I had to leave. I had to get out the house before I exploded. I just wanted to be alone. With no one around to lie to me anymore.

I finished gathering my things and looked under my bed for the stash of cash that I had saved. I didn't trust banks. I counted it and found that I had a little over four hundred dollars which would last me a little while. Sam said that I could return to work whenever I wanted and honestly I wasn't sure if I did want to go back. I felt as if I had lost my identity. I had no idea who I was anymore.

I pulled my coat on and grabbed my car keys before pulling my bedroom door open to see my mom still standing on the other side. Her eyes dropped to the duffel hanging from my shoulder and then to my cars keys clutched between my fingers.

"Chase, where are you going?"

"I need time to think," I answered blankly, moving past her.

She followed behind me, her steps quick and urgent. "Chase, please let's just sit down and discuss this," she said anxiously. "You are still injured and I don't think you should be driving right now, especially not when you are so emotional."

I disregarded her words, nearing the front door. It swung open before I could even reach for it making both me and Mary jump. I had to get a hold on this ability before I hurt someone I didn't mean too. I moved through the open doorway and headed for my car, hearing Mary's footsteps behind me after she recovered. She reached me as I pulled my car door open and slid in.

"Chase, please, I am begging you," she pleaded. "Don't go."

I didn't look at her. I couldn't.

"I can't stay here," I said putting my key in the ignition.

"Where will you go?"

"I don't know."

"When will you come back?"

"I may not."

I slammed the car door shut, fully aware that I had almost hit her. I turned the key and the engine rumbled to life around me. I pulled the gear into reverse and hit the gas, screeching out of my driveway, before spinning the car around and switching it to drive. I couldn't look back as I sped down the road away from my house, knowing that I would cave in and turn back around if I saw Mary's pain filled face in my rear view mirror.

This wasn't like me at all. I was not the type of person to act out and be angry. I had always been calm and collected, Chase, but now I was finding out every day that I was changing, and I had to know why.