Title: The Undead Next Door
Author: se7ensecrets
Fandom: True Blood/Desperate Housewives (crossover/alternate universe)
Pairing: Pam/Bree
Rating: Will eventually be NC-17. Early chapters are probably in the PG-13 / R range.
Spoilers: Probably.
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Summary: This is kind of an AU type deal, with it also being a crossover. Are crossover fics automatically considered AU? -ponders- Whatever. Here's the deal. Eric and Pam move into Wisteria Lane, wanting a change of scenery from boring ole' Bon Temps. Pam, upon meeting Bree, takes an interest in her and makes it her mission to get her into bed (Rule #1 in Pam's handbook: When it comes to sex, glamouring is for losers). Easier said than done, when you're object of desire is Bree Hodge/Van de Kamp/whatever it is that she goes by these days (she'll always be Bree Van de Kamp to me).
I'm going to say this is set after Orson finally leaves Bree for good, cause I need her to be single. You can forget that contractor of hers for a little. ;]
Author's Note: Now, I'm just going to warn everyone before you figure it out for yourselves, I may be excruciatingly slow in updating this story. I do not consider myself a writer by any means. I procrastinate to the extreme when it comes to writing. I only do it when the mood strikes me and sometimes not even then. I may not continue this story EVER after this chapter, for all I know. Just... letting you know, cause I'm nice like that. =) So don't go expecting further chapters or speedy updates. And I apologize for my laziness. =P
Part 1
"Night Movers"
It was nice out tonight, I thought, as I exited Gabby's home after one of her dinner parties. All the stars were out, the moon was full and it wasn't too warm or too cold. It was just perfect.
I started heading home, listening to the heels of my black stilettos click on the sidewalk as I went, until a completely different sound filled my ears off in the distance.
A large van had pulled up to one of the unoccupied houses just across from Bree's and stopped. Two men in grey work uniforms got out and started unloading boxes onto the driveway, just as a black Mercedes pulled up and parked in front of the house on the side of the road.
"A moving van, at this hour?" I thought to myself, as I reached the driveway of my own home. What a time they had picked.
Curiosity took hold of me as I stood by and watched the Mercedes headlights shut off and both car doors swing open. A very tall man, a good deal over 6 feet with slicked back, blonde hair descended from the vehicle, along with a female who was also quite statuesque, but a few inches shorter than the man, with long blonde hair that cascaded down to the middle of her back. They were both sporting matching track suits to boot.
"A new couple," I presumed. The tall, blonde man picked up two large boxes with little to no effort as the woman stood by and watched him carry them through the front door of the house. She seemed to be bickering with the two moving men, as they attempted to maneuver a full length mirror from the back of the van.
As the tall blonde man was once again piling more boxes into his arms, one of the movers bumped into him just as he turned around, causing a box to tumble to the concrete and its contents to spill out onto the driveway. The blonde woman rushed to the fallen box, picking up it's things as she turned to her spouse, holding up a shoe and shaking it at him furiously.
"Oh, she's one of those. Well, I guess Gabby will have found a new bonding mate." I had had enough eavesdropping fun for one night and my feet were starting to hurt from my shoes, so I turned my view from the blonde couple and headed inside for the night. I'd made a mental note to drop by tomorrow afternoon to welcome them to the neighborhood and introduce myself. I wondered to myself as I got into bed if they'd like blueberry muffins or scones better.