The Harsh Light of Day

by Sweet Sundays

Grace Sadler was determined to get as far away from Miami as possible and start a new life as someone else in Bon Temps but is about to find it more difficult to keep her secret than she thought to the people of Bon Temps.

1. Chapter 1

A/N: Wanted to write this story based after Season 3 but its not completly true to what happened in Season 3 (ie Sam hasnt fallen off his rocker, and lafayette isnt crazy from the V, but am going with Sookie being a fey and her and Bill being broken up etc.)

I do not own any of the TB characters…..

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Chapter 1: Runaway

As the steam rose from the hood of the truck, Grace let out a defeated sigh as she pulled down the dark road; suddenly the smart choice of trading her car for this truck for anonymity seemed like a bad move. She had been driving for days and had no idea where she was, she had to admit the silence was nice for a change, it was just Grace and her thoughts, no interruptions. She was finally granted some peace to come up with some sort of game plan on what she was to do next. Intending to get to some town called Bon Temps it had been 3 days since she left Miami. The heat was just the same to her, but the old truck she traded for her mustang didn't seem to be doing well. Grace virtually traded her life and identity to escape Miami. Changing her name from Sadler to Miller and the once blonde bombshell was a dark beauty. Determined to start new somewhere else and it seemed like a clear cut sign when a lawyer called saying her late aunt Fern had left Grace her house in Bon Temps, wherever that was.

Miami wasn't particularly kind to Grace in the 5 years she was there; then again Grace wasn't kind to Miami either. Neither was her boyfriend Cody, packing up and leaving in the middle of the night seemed like the only option. So with that she threw what she could in a duffle bag and traded her car in for a truck in Albany Georgia and headed for Bon Temps.

She began to feel a sense of relief as the dark road began to spread out into a parking lot. It was a bar with a big neon sign that read "Merlotte's". Hopping out of the truck Grace wanted to take a look at the truck before heading inside. She wiped her dark brown hair away from her face and opened the hood. The stream that poured out engulfing her face didn't help Grace beat the night's hot air. It was hard to breathe. Waving away the stream as she reached her body over the hood and into the truck unmindful of her outfit she heard some rustling.

Nice legs….ugly Truck though.

Grace Looked up still staring into the hood of the truck.