A/N: hey guys, this is my first fic so go easy on me :P If all goes to plan this will be a Brittana fic, with other characters mixed up in there too, this is pretty much canon with the last series of True Blood, or at least how I remember it, anyways, enjoy!
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Brittany stood by the empty park, bouncing on her toes with excitement. She looked up to the dark sky above her in an attempt to quell her over-enthusiasm, observing her favourite constellations. They always served to calm her when all else failed.
A sudden whooshing noise filled the air and she squealed happily as she was thrown over the broad shoulder of her best friend and spun around in a dizzying circle at unbelievable speeds.
"Sam!" she squealed, pounding his muscled shoulder pointlessly, "Sammy, put me down!"
Her feet found purchase on solid ground once more and she grinned at the boy in front of her.
"Hey Britt, did ya miss me?" he smirked at her, his huge lips stretching wide.
"Of course, I've not seen you for two whole weeks! What did Quinn want you to do this time?"
Sam was, by all standards, a young vampire, having been turned in the early 1950s. He was still tethered to his Maker, Quinn, who had been around to see the turn of more than one century.
"Ah you know I can't tell you that Britt, Quinn would kill me, or worse, order me to go back to that awful Fangtasia place." Sam shuddered at the memory, "I'm sorry I have to be away from you more now, but you know I can't help it B. Plus, this gives you a chance to actually hang out with a live person for once."
"Don't flatter yourself, I got more friends than just you." She poked out her tongue. "Hey, how's that girl you've been seeing, what was her name? Mercedes?"
Sam grinned, his face nearly splitting in half at the mention of his human girlfriend. "She's amazing, I like her so much B, I took her out last weekend and we went to that fancy place Breadstix, and she ordered me an A-negative! I didn't even have to ask!"
"Wow, things must be getting serious if she knows your favourite blood type," Brittany teased, nudging Sam with her hip, "I'm so happy for you Sammy, you deserve this, really." She says, her own grin spreading across her cheeks. He blushed, smiling shyly and turning his face to the ground.
A large group of intimidating people swaggered past, scowling at the pair, but Brittany didn't bat an eyelash-she knew she didn't have to, Sam had always had her back, for as long as she could remember.
Flashback, 12 years ago
"See you later guys!" Brittany waved to her friends before skipping out of the park and down the street, looking forward to going home and snuggling up with her chubby new kitten, Lord Tubbington, in front of the fire. She looked to the West, seeing the Sun beginning to sink beneath the horizon. Deciding that it had been much too long since she had witnessed the beauty of a Sunset, she turned away from the direction of her house and ran wildly into some woods behind her, whooping and swinging her arms.
She stopped at the base of a huge oak tree, whom she had named George on account of him being almost as large as her favourite Uncle, before wrapping her hands around a low hanging branch and lithely swinging up onto the ancient limb, which groaned under her slight weight.
"Oh sorry Georgie, guess I shouldn't've had such a big lunch, huh?"
She continued to manoeuvre herself up her old friend, her eight year old body already deft, flexible and fast; it took mere minutes for her to be perched precariously upon the thin branches at the top. From her vantage point she could clearly see the deep orange disc dipping ever so slowly beneath the horizon, the sky around it bathed in a deep pink hue.
"Ain't it beautiful, George? I'm so glad you're here, if it weren't for you I'd never get to see it." She twisted dangerously in her unstable seat, wrapping her pale, thin arms around the thin trunk behind her. "Thank you for being my friend, Georgie." She whispered, before relinquishing her grip and turning once more to the spectacle before her.
Once her favourite star had finally disappeared for the day, Brittany descended and began running through the trees once more, yelling a quick goodbye over her shoulder to George.
Finding pavement beneath her feet once more, she skidded to a stop, panting, attempting to regain her breath.
"Well hey there, little girl, ain't it a bit late for someone as little and pretty as you to be out alone?"
Brittany jumped at the unexpected voice, looking up to find three huge men looming over her.
"He's right sweet-pea," Brittany grimaced at the pet name, it felt wrong coming from such a foul man, "You never know what's out here, there's all kinda monsters and bad, bad men."
All three sniggered, but Brittany failed to see the joke. She had that awful feeling in her stomach, the one that meant something very bad was going to happen. She knew she needed to get out of there. She may be bottom of her class, but Brittany was a genius when it came to people, and she knew these three were the cause of her discomfort: they were dangerous.
"Oh, I know, that's why I was heading home," she replied, proud of her voice for not wavering as she feared it may, "just over there." She nodded her head toward the house closest to her, hoping the men would believe her and not try anything, believing her family were nearby.
The one directly in front of her leaned impossibly closer, and she found herself leaning back to escape his sneer. "Now you see I know that ain't true, sweet-pea, see that over there is my house. Why'd you lie to me, huh, kid? We won't hurt ya." The men chuckled darkly once more. "But we don't like liars."
His hand shot out, like a snake in the grass, and grabbed her shoulder, hard, pulling her towards him. She yelped in surprise and pain, struggling not to gag on his stench. He breathed in deeply, as if smelling her.
"Mmm, this one should be good," he sneered once more, and Brittany gasped, seeing his canine teeth growing and growing...
Suddenly she was wrenched from the men, deposited back under the safety of the trees. She stared, wide-eyed, at the scene unfolding before her.
"What the fuck?!" Snarled the man who grabbed her, he and his friends spinning around, presumably looking for her and whoever had saved her (Brittany wondered, briefly, if maybe it had been George,coming to life with all his friends like in the battle of Isengard to save her, she had always thought he could be a Huorn).
This thought, however was short-lived, as a young man, no more than twenty, with hair and skin as pale as her own, ridiculously large lips and green eyes that flashed with anger appeared in front of the man.
Brittany couldn't help but cry out in despair; the young man was both outnumbered and outweighed, he stood no chance. This observation was further proved when hooting laughter rose up to the dark sky from her three attackers.
"Shit, it's Evans!" laughed their leader, "Oh man, this is rich! What, Fabitch couldn't show up herself so she sent her little lapdog instead! Pathetic!"
The smaller man seemed completely unphased by the insults being thrown his way and his hopeless situation. "You guys aren't being careful. There have been sightings, missing people, bodies, all within a one mile radius! And you know," He stepped forward nose to chin with the larger man, "You know how my Maker feels about targeting children, you sick fuck."
And suddenly, in the blink of an eye, all three men were lying on the ground, screaming and writhing with pain. Brittany could see the metallic glint of what appeared to be jewellery lying on the steaming chests of the floored men.
"You were on your last chance two days ago," the young man continued, now towering over the whimpering thugs, glaring at them, "and you don't get anymore than that."
"No,no-!"
"Sam, wait-!"
The pleads of two of the men were cut short as they both exploded into gunk and blood. The man, presumably called Sam, had, from apparently nowhere, acquired two wooden spikes. He twirled them at lightening speed in his hands, the blood that had gathered on them flying off, as he turned menacingly to the final man.
Brittany noted, with terror and the slightest bit of grim satisfaction, that her main tormentor now lay on the ground, tears streaking his dirty, ugly face as he sobbed loudly begging for his life.
"P-please Sam, I'll do anything! I'll give you anything! Just not the true death, please, please not the true death."
"You're pathetic, Ken," Sam spat the name as though it would poison him if it remained in his mouth for too long, "You could at least have the dignity to die like the man we both know you stopped being thirty years ago."
The man's strangled scream was cut short as Sam drove the wooden stick straight into his chest, reducing him to no more than another red mark on the path.
He straightened slowly and turned towards her, taking slow, cautious steps. The fear that had frozen Brittany where she stood, quickly washed over her in a new wave of terror as she collapsed to the floor sobbing, back-pedalling away from the man until her back hit a tree trunk behind her.
"A-are you going-" a huge sob rips through her throat, cutting her off, "-to kill me?" she asks, hugging her knees to her chest, her little body shaking with tears.
"No! Oh, jeez, no I'm not going to hurt you," he crouched down a few metres in front of her and smiled gently. He slowly pulled the glove off of one of his hands and slowly held it out for her to shake. "My name's Sam Evans, what's yours little miss?"
Brittany stared warily down at his hand, as though it would peel off as the glove had done and attempt to smother her. "B-B-Brittany Pi-erce." She hiccuped, sniffling pitifully.
"Well B-B-Brittany Pi-erce," he mimicked, earning his first, tiny non-smile from the small child in front of him, "how's about we get you home to your Ma and Pa? They're bound to be worried sick about you. I'll walk you home, okay? Keep you safe, just like I did back there."
"W-will you promise to keep me safe forever?" Brittany mewled sadly.
Sam grinned and held out his pinky. "I promise."
End of flashback, Present day
A thought struck Brittany, a memory from earlier in the day suddenly at the front of her mind. "Are you sure it's safe to be out right now Sammy? Governor Burrell put out a curfew on vamps, and bad things happen to the ones that get caught." Brittany couldn't stand the thought of losing him to some weird vamp-jail, and she unconsciously reached over and gripped his big paw in both of her hands.
Sam chuckled. "No worries Britt-Bee," he said, using her childhood nickname to soothe her, "they'll never catch me. Besides, even if they did you know Quinn would come and get me. She's the best Maker ever. Now come on, there's a store up here that sells Tru Blood."
The duo idly chat about each others lives, Brittany telling her oldest friend about how she still had no idea what to do with her life. She had been attending an arts college on a dance scholarship, but recently suffered a shoulder injury which resulted in the sudden destruction of her only dream.
Knowing how soft a topic it was for Brittany, Sam turned it around back to Governor Burrell and had a heated political discussion all the way to the convenience store.
"Look, all I'm saying is that bastards like him get away with murder. Fucking murder, Britt! Literally! The lot of them should be burnt alive, see how they like it!"
"Don't fight fire with fire, Sam, violence never solves anything. Lord Tubbington told me that when he was reminiscing about his gang days last night. Stay here and I'll go get you some A-neg." She disappeared into the store, leaving Sam with a pat on his shoulder and an amused smile playing at his lips. Brittany truly did say the craziest things.
Sam walked Brittany home, downing a bottle of Tru Blood as he walked, only half listening to his friend nattering on about her cat.
"I mean, you'd thing he'd have learned by now. He's got emphysema for crying out loud, yet he continues to smoke! Tubbs just doesn't listen-"
Brittany was cut off by the obnoxiously loud roar of an engine as a huge metal truck skidded to a halt only a couple of feet in front of them. Six members of the Louisiana Vampire Task Force leapt from the truck and surrounded her and Sam, guns pointed at them.
"Fanger or human?" Barks one of them.
Sam pushed Brittany behind him, snarling slightly.
"He's got Tru Blood, he's a fanger!" a shot rang out and Sam plummeted to the ground, screaming in agony.
"Oh my God, Sam!" Brittany cried, collapsing beside her fallen friend.
"She said God, she's clear. Get him in the back."
Brittany was roughly pulled away from Sam, who was groaning in pain on the floor. One member of the LAVTF shackled him and three roughly manhandled him into the back of the truck.
"What are you staring at?" Snapped one of the men, "Get outta here, fang-banger, or I'll fuck you up too!"
Brittany struggled to fight against the guard holding her back. "Sam! SAM!"
"Brittany!" cried a voice, much too high pitched to be Sam's. "Brittany you can't help him now." She felt a gentle hand circle her wrist. "Brittany please come with me, we can't stay here."
Brittany allowed herself to be dragged away from the guards, the van, and the best friend who had protected her for twelve years.
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