This is my first fanfiction – sort of. I've actually started quiet a few fanfictions and kept them hidden as word docs for some time. I wasn't sure if I'd actually post any of them, I did them more for fun and because some ideas would be stirring around in my brain begging me to flesh them out. I can't even recall which ideas I came up with first. But I decided to just pick one or a few and actually post it to see where the story continues and if anyone else gets any enjoyment from them. I really enjoy reading stories on here so I guess I can contribute. I'm not even sure if I'm looking for feedback I'm not necessarily an expiring writer although I always thought creating stories was fun. But I'm not against feedback I suppose. It's all a learning process. Well look at me I seem to be rambling. Anyways this story is inspired from what I thought Warlow might have been at the end of the fourth season before we knew who he really was. I actually don't know who he really was because I stopped watching the show at that point. No offense to those who were still fans but I just didn't like it anymore. I'm still crazy about the first 3 seasons and some of the books. I guess I'm really an eric and sookie girl and was majorly frustrated at their choices and that the show just wasn't funny any more. Rambling again. You'll see that the beginning of this story is different from the show I would prefer to just let you read on to see how it unravels. I'll stop my rant and start the story, but first I have to say I own none of this. It's all Harris's.

Ch. 1

I drove my rented Subaru down the dusty and bumpy road I used to associate with home. Humming Bird Drive, there were only two houses on it and a cemetery. I slowed my car down to manage all the pot-holes. There seems more than I remember, but then again it's been a long time since I've made the bumpy journey. My gran lived at the end of the street and my stomach was filling up with butterflies with the anticipation of seeing her again. It's been 15 years since I've seen her or Bon Temps and I was nervous and excited to be back.

I never really wanted to leave, but I didn't have a choice. My gran and Mr. Cataliades, my godfather, had made the decision for me and no amount of crying and pouting on my end was going to change that. It was the safest action, because HE might come back for me. HE knew where I lived and had already made an appearance once. Because of that I had to revolve my whole life around HIM and what he might do. Because of HIM I had to move from my hometown, away from my family and live a nearly secluded life.

To be honest I can't complain that much about the all of my life. Mr. Cataliades has been a good Godfather, although a little clueless as to what you are supposed to do with a child. He has taught me an incredible amount of knowledge, things I would have never learned in Bon Temps. He has also done his best to help me stay in contact with my gran and my brother Jason and it wasn't very easy. Letters had to be shuffled around the country before the reached to other end in order to insure they can't be tracked.

So much work has gone into securing my safety and here I was coming back home. Was I insane? Well … they did use to call me Crazy Sookie. But fuck it, I'm 25 years old and I don't want to spend another year of my life hiding. Nope Sookie Stackhouse will no longer be the prey. I wanted to try on the predator suit for a change. I think it will fit quiet nicely.

I found myself pulling up next to an old yellow Sedan, wow, I couldn't believe she had the same car. Well, maybe I could, my gran wasn't the type to give up on something and she always did take really good care of her possessions. I grinned thinking of her bull headedness and grinned even wider as I saw her make her descent down the stairs and towards my car. I leaped out and embraced her in a long, big hug. She smelt like lemons and mint and was much shorter than I last remember.

"Oh Sookie, it is so incredible to see you again. Oh my, you have grown so much," she said as she took a step back to get a better look at me. Her eyes had began to mist as she continued, "you have turned into such beautiful, young lady."

"Oh gran! Please don't cry."

"Don't worry, these are happy tears. I didn't know if I was ever going to have the chance to see you again. You shouldn't have come back Sookie."

I huffed and gave her a serious glance, "Gran, you're the one that taught me not to run from my problems."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't listen to everything I say." She said this almost as if it was a joke, but I could hear the sadness laced underneath it.

"Nonsense, I am not going to spend the rest of my days hiding. I want to enjoy my life with my family. Isn't the point of living? To spend it with your loved ones?"

It didn't take me long to get set up in one of gran's guest bedrooms. I took the room I used to stay in as a little girl. The walls were still pink and a pile of my stuffed animals could still be found in the corner. That night we had gumbo, the kind she used to make for me as a child. She remembered it was my favorite. Although the food was delicious, the meal was still sort of somber. The time has come for gran to fill me in on the whole Jason scenario.

She told me how Maudette Pickens and Dawn Green, two local girls, were both found strangled and how the evidence seemed to be pointing to Jason. I had her fill me in with as much detail as she could and I let my mind peek in at her thoughts. I didn't do it to be intrusive. I didn't like hearing in on people's personal thoughts, but I thought in this case there might be some valuable evidence that she didn't think of saying, but that she might have seen. It's a good thing I decided to because there was something she didn't want to say out loud. Something I would prefer not knowing, but could possibly be useful if I were to crack this case. A video was found at Dawn's apartment of her and Jason fornicating and apparently it was a little rough and involved some chocking. That did not bode well for my brother, seeing as both victims died from chocking.

I didn't think my brother was killer. But I also haven't seen him in 15 years. Did I really know him that well through letters and the very rare telephone calls? Well I suppose I'd find out tomorrow when I go visit him in the clinker.