Chapter 1

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked


"Vi!" I'm snapped from by thoughts by Lafayette, telling me that the order for my table is ready. Grabbing the food and balancing it on my tray, I walk over to my friend Sookie's brother, Jason, who's here with his friends, Rene and Hoyt.

"Here you go, guys." I say, placing their orders on the table.

"Thanks, Fleur." Rene thanks me, his Cajun accent so heavy, I don't even understand what he's saying half the time. Well, except for his little term of endearment. Jason doesn't even say anything, digging right into his burger as I shake my head. I then notice that he looks a little peaky, and he's sweating something awful. "Jase, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Fine." he replies, a little too quick and I raise an eyebrow, not believing him at all, but I'm not going to press it. It could be about Dawn, seeing as how they were each other's booty calls. Hell, it could be anything, that Stackhouse is a couple of beers short of a six-pack. I then notice that Hoyt is distracted by something and I follow his gaze, seeing him staring at Randi Sue, one of Bon Temps resident tramps, shaking what her mama gave her to the jukebox.

"Hoyt...Hoyt...Hoyt!" I snap my fingers, pulling him out of his staring as he looks over to me. "Honey, you could do so much better. Trust me." I pat his shoulder, walking around and over to the kitchen window where a sheepish Arlene is walking over, holding a plate. She puts it down and I throw her a questioning glance, but she shakes her head.

"Is there a problem with my burger?" Lafayette asks, not even looking up from his cooking.

"Just a couple of drunk rednecks, that's all." Arlene says and I turn around, seeing those rednecks who always grate on my nerves. That's why I switched sections with Arlene.

"Well, wha's they problem?" Lafayette asks her and I see that Arlene doesn't want to tell him, but I'm curious.

"Oh, come on, now. It's not worth it." Arlene says, but Lafayette isn't having any of that.

He stops cooking and walks over to the window, "What did they say?"

"He said - the burger..."

Lafayette, having enough of her deflecting, snaps, "What did they say, Arlene?

"He said the burger might have AIDS." Arlene tells him and my jaw drops as I turn around to the, now laughing, rednecks. Lafayette tilts his head, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow as he takes out his earrings.

"Hold these, Baby Girl." he says, handing me his gaudy earrings while he takes off his apron and grabs the plate, swaggering over to the table.

"Uh-oh." I say, Arlene and I watching this scene that's about to unfold.

"Oh, fudge." Arlene mutters, covering her mouth while I lean back, ready for the show.

"'Scuse me. Who ordered the hamburger...with AIDS?" Lafayette says and my eyes widen, while inside I'm jumping up and down in excitement. That fabulous and flamboyant chef does not take shit from anybody.

"I ordered the hamburger deluxe." One of the rednecks, I now recognize as Royce Dixon, snarks.

"In this restaurant, a hamburger deluxe come with french fries, lettuce, tomato, mayo, and AIDS! Do anybody got a problem with that?" he barks, looking around the restauraunt to the customers, who are giving their full attention to Lafayette.

"I'm an American. And I got a say in who makes my food." Royce snaps and I roll my eyes.

"Baby, it's too late for that. Faggots been breeding your cows, raising your chicken, even brewing your beer long before I walked my sexy ass up in this motherfucker. Everything on yo' goddamn table got AIDS." I choke back a laugh at this, seeing Arlene's eyes are as wide as saucers.

"You still ain't makin' me eat no AIDS burger." Really? The idiocy in these men, and some of the others that come in here, still amazes me.

Well, all you gotta do is say 'hold the AIDS'. Here." Lafayette lowers his voice, grabbing the bun and licking the mayonnaise off of it. "Eat it." he then shoves it in Royce's while I let out a gasp, seeing the two other rednecks get up to help their friend. Lafayette back hands the one, punches the other. Royce gets up, but Lafayette punches him in the stomach and then upper cuts him.

"Bitch, you come in my house, you gonna eat my food the way I FUCKING MAKE IT! Do you understand me? Tip yo' waitress." Lafayette then struts back over to us while I laugh, seeing the rednecks totally embarrassed.

"And tha's how it's done, hooker." he tells me, while I give him back his earrings.

"Teach me your ways, Master La La." I reply, Lafayette winking in return. I laugh and walk over to a table to start my rounds. We're down a waitress since Dawn was found dead the other day. Now, we have a murderer on the loose in Bon Temps. Checking my watch, I see that it's 11:00 pm, and my shift ends in half an hour. Then I can finally sleep in tomorrow since I'm off. My dad should be getting in later, since he's on a date with Sookie. Ugh...

"Hey, Vi, what do you think about your dad going out with Sookie tonight?" Arlene asks while I grimace, shuttering in disgust. My dad has always liked Sookie, ever since he met her, but it's weird. She's one of my good friends, and the only person other than my dad who knows that I'm a shifter. She doesn't even know my dad is a shifter, because he's asked me not to tell.

Sookie accidentally found out when I stayed over her house three weeks ago and forgot it was a full moon. The moon basically forces the change, so she figured everything out when I changed into my usual animal form, a cat. My dad gave my Havana Brown cat, Kaiya, when I was four, so I could shift easier. He keeps his dog around to be able to "imprint" as he calls it.

"It's weird." I reply, cringing at the thought of them together.

"I don't know, I think it's kind of cute." Arlene says with a shrug. I don't know, that vampire, Bill seems nice enough. I don't really have anything against vampires because, well, we're both Supes. We're kind of on the same team, but my dad doesn't share my thoughts.

He doesn't like vampires, but I think that part of his prejudice is because that vampire has caught Sookie's eye. Probably because she can't read his mind. He despises werewolves, though. I don't know the reasoning behind that, but I know he has a deep hate for them. He won't tell me why, he'll only tell me to stay clear of them.

Anyway, what is with my dad going out with my friends? I saw Tara leaving our house early this morning, I'm assuming her and my dad had a one night stand. I guess he's fond of them, because that's how I came to be.

My mom and dad met and bonded over the prospect of both of them being shifters when they were 18. They decided to have sex, forgot a condom, and here I am. Mom found out she was pregnant and my dad decided to step up and help her raise me, even though they weren't in love.

I never got the chance to meet my mom, though. She died seventeen years ago while giving birth to me, so it's just been me and my dad. He opened up this restauraunt when I was eight, and that's how he made a living. I don't know where he got the money to open it, because he left his adopted parents two years before I came along. I'm not going to question it, though. My dad did everything he could for me, and I love him to death.

"The real life-force is V." I hear Jason say from across the room. Good thing about being a shifter is the heightened senses. Frowning, I listen in on this conversation, bringing clients their food. V is supposed to be like a drug to humans, and it's highly addictive. I would never touch the stuff, blood is not a preferable sustenance source, I like food very much.

"V?" Hoyt questions confused.

"Vampire blood. It's illegal." Rene tells Hoyt, and then it clicks. That's why Jason has been
acting so strange tonight. He's been taking V. That stupid fuck!

"All our blood belongs to the universe. They take some from us, we take a little from them."

"I just say no to drugs, merci." I walk over to Jason and smack him on the back of the head, startling him.

"What the fuc-" he starts, but I cut him off.

"Jason Stackhouse, don't you dare tell me you've been taking V." I hiss at him, seeing his eyes widen in fear.

"You don't understand, Vio-" I cut him off with another smack on the upside of his head. Hoyt and Rene both chuckle in amusement while I continue to glare at Jason.

"It's dangerous to get caught up in that shit, Jay. You're gonna get addicted and then...then...something bad is going to happen." I don't exactly know the long-term effects of V use, but I know that it ain't good.

"I'll be fine, Vi. I'm not getting caught up in it, I just take a couple of drops." he tries to explain and I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"A couple drops too many. Stop it, or I will kick your ass myself." I warn him, walking away and over to the bar. Tara is pouring a couple of shots while I take a seat in front of her.

"You alright, Violet?" she drawls and I nod, resting my head on my hand.

"Why were you and Sookie fighting earlier?" I ask, Tara's eyes widening a fraction, before she quickly recovers.

"Sookie can't mind her own damn business." Tara says and I raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"Of course she can't, she's a telepath." I remind Tara who rolls her eyes, slamming a shot on the table. I'm not gonna push Tara about it, because that's one way to make her mad. That, asking stupid questions, and talking about her mom.

"I don't care. Sometimes I just want some things to myself, and Sookie gets everything she wants. Pisses me off." Tara grumbles and I raise my eyebrows. Tara and Sookie have fought before, but never like this.

"Does this have anything to do with my dad?" I ask Tara, who widens her eyes. Well, there's my answer.

"Why would you think that?" she asks and I give her a look.

"Tara, I saw you leave the other day. It's small trailer, with thin walls." she looks a little embarrassed and I shake my head, chuckling. "Well, does it?"

"Yeah." she grits out through her teeth. I sigh and check my watch, seeing that my shift is done.

"Come on, let's take out the trash." I say and Tara, throws down her towel, walking with me over to the trash cans and grabbing the bags.

"Do you know that Jason is taking V?" I blurt out as we walk to the back. She lets out what sounds like a growl, and shakes her head.

"Yeah, and I know who sold it to him." Tara says and I frown. "Lafayette."

"What?!" I shout, Tara shaking her head in exasperation as we walk outside. I open the dumpster lid and throw the bag in there. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I..." she stops as we hear heavy breathing, and some moans. What the hell? Rounding the corner, there in all his glory, is Jason taking Randi Sue from behind.

"Oh, God! What the fuck?" I shout, disgusted at what I am seeing. This is on my list of things "Violet would rather claw her eyes out than see."

"This is Randi Sue." Jason says, not stopping his thrusts. "Come join us. It's beautiful!"

"Fuck you, Stackhouse!" Tara yells, taking her trash and dumping it over them as I shield my eyes from this scene.

"Bitch! Don't fuck with my hair!" Randi yells as Jason stops his ministrations, but she isn't having any of that. "Don't you dare stop."

"I need brain bleach." I mutter as I walk back inside the bar, Tara already stormed off. Well, that was a scene I wish I never saw. Walking into my dad's office, I grab my bag and say goodbye to the cooks and remaining waitresses, walking over to our trailer. While unlocking the door, I feel my cellphone vibrating in my pocket.

"Hello?"

"Vi, it's me. Listen, I'm at Sookie's. She found Adele...she was murdered." My dad tells me and my heart drops into my stomach, a gasp escaping my mouth. No, no, Sookie's Gran can't be dead. I just saw her this morning when I came over for breakfast. I told her that I couldn't come to the DGD meeting, because I had to work. I said I would stop over tomorrow for breakfast. She can't be dead...

"What?! I'm coming ove-" I start towards the door, but my dad's voice stops me.

"No! You stay put. I don't want you out when her killer is still on the loose. Get in the house, lock the door and windows. Stay there, I will be home in an hour." He tells me, using his "no room for arguments" voice, so I sigh.

"How is Sookie?" I ask, hearing him sigh over the phone.

"She's okay. Bill is here, so... she's okay." I don't miss how he practically spits out the vampire's name. "Stay there, Violet Rae, I'm serious. I love you, kid."

"Love you too, dad." I reply, before hanging up the phone. I realize I'm standing in the dark and rush over to the lamp, switching it on and illuminating the room. I see Kaiya come sauntering out of my room and I bend down to pick her up. I rush around the house with Kaiya, locking all the windows, and re-locking the door. I then quickly feed her and Toby, my dad's dog, before getting myself some water.

I don't even think I'd be able to eat with the way I feel right now, so I sit on the couch with Kaiya and Toby, waiting for my dad to get home. I turn on the television, trying to pass some time while keeping my mind of Adele. But, my mind has other plans.

Sookie's Gran was always so sweet to me and my dad. Who the hell could murder such a wonderful woman like her? Oh, she was the only real family Sookie and Jason had left. Why would they want to murder Adele? Why would they want to murder Dawn? When the hell did Bon Temps become so fucked up?

I don't even realize I'm crying until I'm pulled into a familiar pair of arms. I inhale, smelling my dad's scent and sob into his shoulder, him pulling me into his lap like he did when I was younger, and just letting me cry.

I'm somewhere in between consciousness and unconsciousness, when I feel myself being lifted and carried into my room. Dad lays me down on my bed, tucking me under the covers before kissing my forehead.

"Goodnight, Sweetheart." Is the last thing I hear, before I drift into the blackness.


Song I listened to for this chapter/name of this story: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

Hey guys!

Just so you know, this story starts around S1ep5, Sparks Fly Out. Thank you for checking out this story and giving it a read. I will be posting this story on tumblr (link on my profile). Tell me what you think in the comments.

Random, but Happy 19th birthday to me.

Thanks a bunch.

-Jalen-