Long time no post! And I've decided to completely rewrite it, now that I actually have a plot in my head lol. The chapters are also normal sized, not little mini ones. I don't know how long it'll be before Chapter Two cuz I'll be writing more for each one. Please R&R! :D

Thursday

Lafayette walked into Merlotte's, getting ready for the night shift. Tonight was going to be busy; ex-sheriff Bud Dearborne was bringing in some of his square-dancing buddies.

He had thought about quitting his job at the bar. It just wasn't the same with Sookie, Tara and Tommy gone, and Sam had been acting strangely for the past couple days. Truth be told, Lafayette didn't feel comfortable around his boss anymore. First his vision last week of Sam with bloodstained hands, and his words: "Cross me and you're a dead man." and now this. He seemed to be looking over his shoulder all the time. What had Jesús said to him? His V experience had awakened something in him. And that the visions would wear off. Probably. Hell, he wasn't exactly reassuring, especially when he said he wasn't even sure that his own had, and that maybe he'd just got used to it. He hadn't had any more visions for over six days now. He was roused from his reverie when he heard shouting coming from Sam's office.

"Don't you think I got enough problems of my own, Terry?" Sam shouted.

"Well… I just thought you could tell Arlene to take it easy…" Terry said.

"It's pretty damn difficult to run a bar when two of your employees go missing in the same week!"

Terry looked up. "Three." He said in a low voice.

"What?" Now that Lafayette had edged closer, he could see that Terry flinched from Sam.

"Well, you said two, and there's three gone missing: Tara, Sookie and your brother." At this point, Lafayette came in and grabbed Terry.

"C'mon Ter, you get on home to Arlene. You talk to her about only takin' the lunch shifts." He led Terry out the office. Sam nodded at him. Lafayette took one look at his boss and walked away. Sam blew out his cheeks and ran his hands over his head, making his hair stick out in all directions.

After Terry left Lafayette went into the kitchen to start the prep. He let his mind wander as he was preparing the ingredients. There were three employees missing in the same week; Sam was acting pissed off all the time; Arlene was acting pissed off all the time (but she blamed it on the baby)… when you really thought about it, the only sane ones left were him and Holly. Which was pretty fucking funny – according to Arlene, Holly was a Wiccan, and apparently he was a witch now. He shook his head and got on with the prep.

Bud Dearborne and his crew came in about eight, and after a couple drinks their table was the loudest in the bar. It seemed like quitting the force had been one of the best things Bud had done. In fact, the whole of Merlotte's was pretty busy for a Thursday night. But then again, Lafayette thought, it was probably the fact that only Holly and Jessica were waiting the tables tonight. People had grown fond of the baby vamp, and she managed to pull in the crowds. She had a couple admirers too, but Lafayette didn't think Hoyt was too pleased about that. And anyway, Jessica was getting kinda annoying – she just talked about Hoyt all the time.

To be honest, this was the biggest crowd Merlotte's had had in days. Sam's rant last week had nigh on scared the whole damn town away, so the reason it was so busy tonight was probably because he wasn't bartending. The Thursday crowd ate their dinner early and then stuck to drinking – Bud Dearborne's table having done a lot of both. Sam liked to do his bookkeeping on Thursdays, and with Tara gone, Lafayette had to serve as replacement barman when people stopped ordering food. He was doing a pretty good job.

Something made him look up. Someone new had come in. He was very tall, tanned and had short brown spiky hair. There was something odd about him, and as he made his way up to the bar, Lafayette briefly wondered if they had any TruBlood in. It turned out he needn't have worried, because after he sat down he ordered a beer and looked around. After Lafayette went to get a pitcher for Holly, he spoke. "Aren't you a little understaffed?" He wasn't from Louisiana, but his accent was difficult to place, maybe Alabama?

"Well, I don' know if you noticed the missing posters outside the bar…"

"You mean them three people? They work here?"

"They did a week ago." The stranger took another sip of his beer.

"One of them is dead." The young man said flatly. Lafayette's eyes widened. Just as he was about to tell him to get the fuck out, his phone rang. The man looked up as he answered.

"It's Tara." The voice said.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"That doesn't matter. I just needed to get away from all the supernatural shit."

"Hookah, that ain't no excuse, you can't just go bailin' on people! Ain't you bothered how I been feelin'? For all I knew you was dead!" A couple of customers were staring now, Lafayette noticed. He lowered his voice. "Look, I can't talk right now, I'm workin'. I'ma call you back when I finish, kay?"

"Look, Lala, you know I love you, but I got my own shit to deal with right now. I don't think I'll be coming back, at least not for a while. Tell Sookie I called." She hung up before he could tell her that Sookie was missing.

The man at the bar was still sitting there expectantly. Lafayette turned to him. "Sookie ain't dead, is she?" he asked.

"Not that I know of." The man replied, and left.

Jessica passed by the bar. "What a creep." She said. Lafayette was a little taken aback before he realised that she probably heard what the guy had said with her vampire hearing. "He smelled weird."

"What, you mean like a werewolf or something?" Tara had told him about them before she'd run off.

"No, they smell like wet dog. I don't know what that guy was."

Big fuckin' surprise, more supernatural shit in Bon Temps. Maybe Tara had the right idea, leaving. What with Maryann (whatever the fuck she was), vampires, and now werewolves, the world just wasn't what it used to be. Oh, and yeah, he was dating a witch now, and might be one himself. He forgot about that.

Jesús came in a little later, at closing time. "Hey babe," he said, leaning over the counter and giving Lafayette a kiss. "What's wrong?" He asked. "You look a little distracted."

"I'll tell you in the car." He said. He turned towards Sam's office and yelled to let him know he was leaving.

As soon they got in the car Jesús leaned over and kissed Lafayette again. Lafayette returned the kiss but pulled away after a while. "There's something I been meanin' to ask you." He said. Jesús motioned for him to continue. "Well, you know the visions, are they real? I mean, I ain't goin' crazy am I?"

Jesús smiled at Lafayette. "I already told you. After we did V that night it awakened something in you – your own latent powers. Now you can see the truth in things. It'll probably wear off… I mean, I don't get visions anymore."

Lafayette considered what Jesús had said. "So what I'm seeing, it's the truth?" Jesús nodded. "Ah, shit."

"What?"

"I think my boss might have killed someone."

"Are you serious? You have to tell the cops or something-" Jesús was cut short by Lafayette's sceptical look. "What? You have to do something."

"And tell them what? That I had a vision of Sam with blood on his hands tellin' me he was gonna kill me if I ever crossed him. How you think that's gonna go down?"

"You're unbelievable."

"Relax J, I got this. I don't really believe Sam did it, but I think he knows where Tommy is. I'll talk to him 'bout it tomorrow."

"Again, you're unbelievable." He shook his head in exasperation, but when he looked back at Lafayette he could see he was smiling.

"I don't want my mothafuckin' boss to be a murderer, you do know that right?" Lafayette smiled at Jesús's expression. He always looked cute when he was annoyed.

"Yeah, I know. Your place or mine?"