A/N: This is my first published fic EVER, so be gentle and please review! Much appreciated :) Also, English isn't my native language, bare with it...

Naturally, I own nothing from True Blood BUT I do own the Twins and they're very dear to me, hint hint.

I'm not good at summaries, but here goes. I just started this one and I'm not quite sure where it's headed, I'm winging it as I go. It's going to be a romantic Eric/OC at some point, but to what degree... Only time will tell. I'm just going to have fun with this one, hope you will too. The story is based on what happens somewhere after season two, although I'm not following all the given path and the characters might be a bit OOC. Think of it as a "might have happened" alternative universe of the already brilliantly told storyline.

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The Fleur Twins

Chapter One: Arriving in Bon Temps

It was a usual evening at Merlotte's; Sam was in his office ordering things for the bar; Tara was behind the bar snapping at people about their drinking habits and Arlene was leaning against the wall talking into the phone with her kids. It had been rough for some time in Bon Temps and finally it seemed to have gotten peaceful. People started to relax again. Everyone seemed to even gotten used to the new minority group of vampires around town, not that there were many.

All the regulars were there too, even the couple vampires of the town now that the sun had set. Hoyt and Jessica were sitting opposite to each other staring deeply into each others eyes; Sookie and Bill were right next to them giving each other amused glances about the newly wed couple. Jason and his friends were sitting at the round table in the middle of the room looking at the few hot girls around and taunting each others to have a go at one of them. Yup, it was a usual evening all together.

At least it was until two ladies walked into the bar whom no one had seen before – and that wasn't the only reason stealing half of the people's attention.

At first glance they looked excactly the same; in their twenties, petite, pale skin, chocolate brown hair and not that tall. They had big blue eyes, high cheek bones, sharp dark eyebrows animating they're every facial expressions, small but straight noses and lushious full lips. And just something about them worth staring at.

But the longer you stared at the pair, the more different they looked. The other one was about an inch taller, her skin was slightly paler, her hair straightened and her all black outfit with metal straps on her boots and chains around her hips were a lot more provocative than the other one's heelless brown boots, a dark purple loose sundress and a ruffled old leathar bag hanging from her shoulder.

The taller one stood in the doorway staring around at the bar while the other one walked straight to the bar counter and sat down on one of the stools, giving the dark skinned woman on the other side a wide warm smile.

"Hi, my name's Lane, I'd like to talk to the owner," she introduced herself straight forward with a strange accent in her voice and straightened her pose, accenting her petite figure and long neck.

"And what makes you think I'm not the boss of this place?" Tara almost spat out to the new arrival, in her surprise only making the young woman laugh and shake her head.

"Just, please, could you go get him for me? And while you're at it, I'd like to have one bottle of Tru Blood," Lane asked in a calm and polite tone, not letting her smile fade even a smallest bit.

"You a vampire?" Tara blurted out raising her eyebrows at Lane.

"No, but she is," Lane answered nodding towards the other woman, who finally walked up to the bar too.

"Hell will freeze before this one becames a vampire," the taller one said with a smug smile, hung her slim arm around Lane's neck and kissed her cheek making a silly sound. "She hates us. I'm Connie, since you asked. And make that a B negative, will you dear?"

"You'll have to excuse my sister, she has no manners to speak of," Lane apologized for Connie and removed her arm around her neck.

"You two are sisters?" Tara asked surprised, even though their almost identical looks kind of made sense of it.

"Yes, we're twins. Ironic, isn't it?" Lane laughed. "Now about that boss of yours..." Lane hinted but was cut down by a loud shout from the other end of the counter.

"Holy crap and all the other bowel movements of Jesus!" Sam Merlotte shouted wildly and dropped the box of limes he was carrying on the floor and ran to give a huge hug to Lane who was suddenly giggling like a little girl. "Madeleine Fleur, I thought I'd never see you again! It's been years!"

"It's good to see you too, Sam," Connie sighed leaning against the counter, giving Sam a teasing look.

"I have a bone to pick with you in a few moments, Constance," Sam glanced at Connie and pointed his finger at her before grabbing Lane's tiny waist and spinning her in the air.

"Um, actually, it's Connie and Lane now," Lane smiled when Sam finally put her down on the floor again.

"Allright then," Sam nodded, huffing a little after spinning Lane up and then turned to look at Connie.

"Oh, come on in here you little rascal," Sam grinned and finally grabbed Connie into a hug too.

"Get your hands off of me, you dog," Connie pretended to be disgusted by him, but wrapped her arms around the man and secretly smiled.

"I'm sorry, I have some stuff I need to take care of right now, but go have a seat and later you'll tell me everything. You're not in a hurry, are you?" Sam asked picking up the box from the floor.

"We have all the time in the world for you, Sam," Lane smiled widely and turned to walk to an empty booth.

"At least tonight," Connie winked and followed her twin sister.

Sam turned to see Tara's dumb struck expressions as she stared after the women.

"Who the heck are they?" she huffed at Sam.

"Honestly, it would take some time to tell that and I haven't got any. You just make sure they get anything they want and it's on me, okay?" Sam made sure and then left with the box out the door.

Tara shook her head, wondering since when had Sam known vampires other than the ones that had come to Bon Temps awhile back? She shrugged to herself and went to get the Tru Blood for Connie.

"How about that," Connie said in a low voice sipping her Tru Blood through a straw and leaning against the table towards Lane who sat on the other side. "A town this small and I'm not the only vampire."

"I noticed," Lane nodded and didn't even look over her shoulder, where the two vampires in question sat a few booths from them.

"Are you sure you want to stay here?" Connie said and grimaced a little looking around the place. "It's so... so..."

"Plain?" Lane suggested and Connie shrugged with a laughter. "Plains sounds good to me right now. Plus, there's Sam and we both agree when could use a friend right now."

"Yeah, about that. What excactly happened between you and Nathaniel when we left? He seemed furious and those men he sent after us were pretty hard to get rid of," Connie asked staring at her sisters eyes.

"Let's not talk about that. We got rid of them without a trail leading to us, that's all that matters," Lane said lowering her eyes to the table's wooden beer splattered surface.

"You can wear that mask of indifference all you want, sister, but you know sooner or later I'll find out."

"Then I'd rather it was later, ok?" Lane said a sharp warning tone in her voice.

Connie didn't continue on the matter and when Lane finally raised her eyes back to her, she was absentmindedly toying with the straw her lips pursed.

"Connie, don't pout at me," Lane said in a soft voice and ran her hand over the table to grab Connie's hand in hers. She gave her the most appealing Bambi eyes she could manage with until Connie started to laugh.

"Don't even try that shit on me, baby sis," Connie laughed all cheered up again just in time for Sam to come to their table.

"Ladies," Sam said smiling and sat down next to Lane. "Now I'm all yours and all ears. Tell me what brings you in here? Are you staying long? Do you have a place to stay? Where have you been?"

"Okay, okay, we surrender, just no more questions!" Connie laughed and raised her hands in the air.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so excited to see you two," Sam said and turned to look at Lane. "My God, it's been like five years and you really haven't aged at all."

"Time's been treating you good too, Merlotte," Lane said smiling and stroked Sam's cheek, making Sam forget most of what he was just asking. "And actually, we are going to stay for awhile and there's a favor I need to ask of you, Sam."

"What is it?" Sam urged Lane to go on.

"I was wondering if you could let me work here for awhile," Lane asked. "And give us a place to stay. We'd stay in a motel, but it would be better for Connie, if..."

"I'm not sure I have the room," Sam hesitated and Lane tilted her head a bit, making her chocolate brown curls fall over her left shoulder.

"Please, Sam. We'd really appreciate it," Lane pressed on the matter and looked Sam straight in the eye.

"Damn you, Fleur. You know that isn't fair!" Sam laughed half annoyed, half amused but then raised his hands over his eyes breaking the eye contact from her. "You know I can't say no to you. So fine, do as you please. But I can't give you much hours."

"I don't mind. Well except, I'd rather work the evening shifts," Lane said looking at Connie.

"She's keeping her sleeping rhythm sync'd with mine," Connie explained. "She's been like that since we shared a womb. Serious issues with intimacy."

"Do as you please, ladies," Sam said shaking his head. There seemed to be no winning with the Fleur twins.