I know True Blood is a Sooke Stackhouse centric show/series, but I decided our resident soft hearted were needed a little more love. So, I present to you a little Alcide/OC fanfic. BTW: I do not own True Blood, those characters belong to Charlaine Harris and Allan Ball/HBO. I feel privledged just to play within their universe.
Chapter 1:
The stench of his trailer hit her as soon as she opened the door. The scent of booze, dirt and whatever the hell science experiment he had growing in the sink overpowered even the scent of him, but if Calais concentrated hard enough, she could follow his scent. She turned left to enter the den and there, passed out on the couch from the after effects of the drugs was her pop. Calais grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and covered him up, rubbing a hand across his forehead as she tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Turning off the TV that had long ago switched to infomercials, Calais began to clean the trailer. Cursing her brother under her breath, Calais piled the first load of laundry into the washing machine as she set about making the trailer hospitable again. Losing all sense of time, Calais finished cleaning the trailer and was folding the last of the clothes that had come out of the dryer when she heard her dad rouse himself from his stupor. Calais looked out the window noticing the sun was just setting – shit! She didn't have much time before the pack meeting. Calais thought. It was just a casual get together tonight, but as an alpha and sister to the Pack Master she needed to be presentable and the other females would be looking to her to organize the evening.
"C, where you at girl? I know you're here. Hoowee this place is clean, chemicals near burned my nose - Where'd you put my stash girl, I gotta get ready, we have a bonfire to attend! C – where is it?" Calais could tell he was getting more frantic and frustrated now, but she knew he'd taken the last of his V last night. She'd made sure to steal the unopened vials and destroy their contents. "Fuck, girl, get your ass in here."
Calais got up from her perch on the bed and walked into her father's den, "I didn't touch your stash daddy. All I did was clean up around here a little bit. You took the last dose of V yesterday and just finished sleeping off the effects, please daddy, don't start up again. I'll help you – we'll leave the pack, go somewhere you can get clean, Marc doesn't want us here anyway."
"What the hell are you going on about girl. Last dose, shit – " Calais shook her head, apparently he'd tuned out after hearing he was out of V. Unfortunately for Calais, she wasn't going to have to worry about that any time soon as she heard the front door slam open. She looked over her shoulder to see her brother had stormed into the trailer flanked by some serious muscle. The sight put Calais on edge, Marcus didn't bring around his biggest muscle unless he was up to something.
"Hey pop." Marcus called out as he waltzed into the trailer, Shawn and Doug hot on his heels.
"What the hell do you want." Calais said as she marched up to him, placing herself in the doorway between her brother and their father.
"Is that any way to greet your brother." Marcus asked, holding his arms out wide as if to pull her into a hug. Calais just crossed her arms over her chest and stood her ground. "Oh, please, since when did you actually want to be part of this family."
"Then show some respect to your Alpha, bitch." He spat out; grabbing her by the back of the neck, reminding her who her Alpha was, forcing her to break eye contact with him and pushing her out of the way to kneel in front of their father who was still draped over the couch.
"Oh fuck off Marc, you can't pull that alpha shit on me." Calais followed him with her eyes, her body still posed to fight the two betas she saw as a threat. Calais unfolded her arms to point to herself, "Alpha female, remember."
"Oh, I remember," Marcus said, chuckling, "Luckily you aren't my problem anymore." Marcus kneeled down in front of their father, producing a vial of V from his pocket. "Here you go Pop, just dropping off a present."
"What the he-" Calais took her focus off Shawn and Doug to grab the V from her dad but was stopped mid rant by two sets of arms pulling her towards the front door of the trailer. "Let me go you assholes."
"Sorry C, we got orders. We got to get you in the car." Doug said as he tightened his hold on her right arm.
"Where the hell are you taking me!" Calais yelled as she was half dragged across the lawn; her angry yelling causing many of the pack to peak out their front doors. Not enjoying being manhandled, Calais decided to fight instead of yell. Concentrating on the two guys holding her, Calais muttered a "Fuck this" as she kicked out to her right, kicking Doug's knees out from under him and causing him to loosen the hold on her arm as he fell. Using her momentum, Calais managed to hit Shawn square in the chest with her round house kick causing the other Beta to fall to the ground on her left. Turning back to Marcus she called, "What the hell is going on Marc."
"Teaching you a little respect C. Besides, you are no longer my problem and thanks to your sacrifice for the family, Pop won't be a problem either. Two birds, one lifetime supply of V."
"You son of a bitch." Calais started to attack as she was grabbed by Shawn, Doug and Jake; who by this time had gotten out of the car to offer a little assistance. The whole pack watched as C was forced onto her knees in front of the Pack Master. With a quick look over her shoulder, Calais yelled to Cindy one of the higher ranking Beta females, "Take care of them till-" and with one well placed blow, Marcus knocked her out. While the boys dragged Calais' limp body to the car, Marcus called all attention to him. "No need to worry, nothing to see here. Now, get ready ya'll we've got a bonfire tonight and I plan on having a good time."
The sickly sweet smell of the dead was the first thing to awaken Calais as she immediately jumped into a defensive position. A laugh came from across the room and Calais's eyes went immediately to assess her captor. Tall, handsome and old she assessed; this was going to be more difficult than she had hoped it would be.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way my pet." The tall blond walked towards her to sit behind a desk. Calais assumed they were in his office, though exactly where his office was and what he did she still wasn't sure. All she knew was that she was in a room with a vampire and she didn't plan on being there for much longer.
"Sorry Fanger, I'm no one's pet." Calais challenged as she met her captor's eye, the rest of her senses trying to take in any means of escaping the room and her current predicament.
"Unfortunately, that's where you're wrong. You're brother and I had a little agreement, you belong to me now and Marcus continues to get a steady supply of V for your father. You leave and Pop dies." The vampire said, taking the time to relax and prop his long legs up on the desk before him.
"Vamps dealing V, ain't that a kick in the head." Calais muttered, shaking her head. "So, as long as I stay with you my Pop's is ok."
"That's the deal."
Calais visibly relaxed her posture, but kept herself still very aware of everything around her. "Fine," she acquiesced, not seeing any way out of this but to stay alive till she was released from the room.
"Wonderful, my pet. Now, you have a name I assume."
"Yes, I have a name. Do you?"
Her captor smiled at her sarcastic remark. "You may call me Master, or sir – "
"Like Hell" Calais interrupted, arms re-crossing across her chest.
"You will submit to me pet." Her captor suddenly stood in front of her, his 6'6 frame towering over her still tall 5'10 self. Still Calais was smart enough not to be intimidated, she'd fought were's his height and twice his weight too, hell; it'd just taken three of them to get her into the car. Calais took a step forward and looked him right in the eye. "I submit to no man, especially not you."
Her Captor seemed to smirk at that, but did not challenge her further. "Ah, but you will Pet." He backed off and returned to his desk. "Now, what is your name?"
"Calais." She answered simply.
"You're very pretty for a were, Calais, I bet you turned a lot of heads in your pack."
"Eh, guys don't tend to look at you twice when they know you can kick their ass. But I haven't had a problem finding a mate when I go into heat."
"No mate in your life I need to worry about coming after you then?"
"No, my brother took care of that years ago. He sees any mate of mine as a threat to his power as Pack Leader, he had my – suitor, I guess you'd say; taken care of and made sure the pack understood that he wouldn't tolerate a challenge. No one wanted the challenge of taming an alpha female only to put their lives in jeopardy because of the Pack Leader."
"Tame the female, huh. I thought were bitches were submissive by nature."
"Most are, I'm not." Calais held her head high, straightening her shoulders and looking her captor dead in the eyes. Pointing to herself, she continued, "Daughter of the old Pack Leader and an alpha female by right. Why do you think they had to knock me out in order to get me in the car? I'm a fighter, took three of them to hold me down so my brother could knock me out." Calais had to laugh at the image that passed through her mind, "Not much of a fighter, my brother, prefers to use his mind get what he wants and let his beta's do the fighting." Her captor looked surprised by her admission. "Weren't expecting me to be able to fight, were ya." Calais paused, sitting down, the picture of southern feminine charm. "I'm just a pretty girl to most…works in my favor, though, unfortunately for my opponent. Fair warning, Boss, let this pretty girl get too close and she'll have your head before you can even think to drop fang. "
The blonde vampire kept a look of indifference on his face as he thought about her claim. "I'll have someone show you to your new home tonight, Calais." He paused, motioning for someone to enter. "Pam, show our newest employee to the dog house and call the usual day help to come in tomorrow night." Turning his gaze back to Calais, he added, "Tonight you sleep, tomorrow morning you prep the bar with Ginger and tomorrow night we see how well you handle yourself in a fight; hopefully you don't disappoint." With that, Calais was dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"Do I at least get a name?" Calais called over her shoulder as she walked towards the door.
"Eric Northman." He replied, smiling.
"Shit."Calais muttered as she followed Pam towards the back of the bar.
