So my little duckies, now that I have had your attention (sort of) here is the actual start of this story.
Please R&R.
As always peace and love
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Chapter 1
Of all the stupid, pig-headed, moronic things he could have done he had to go and bring his fight here; had to drag the whole stupid thing into her carefully constructed, fairly peaceful little world. If she hadn't been so concerned for the great lout she might've killed him herself. It might not have even been that bad if he hadn't managed to get every bloody cop in the bloody North-Western hemisphere involved. Ok, perhaps that was an exaggeration but still, why did he have to get her involved!
'We'll be keeping an eye on you Miss Johnston'. Was what they'd said; well that was just great, fan-fucking-tastic! It's not as though she had enough to concern herself with. She banged her head against the steering wheel of the beat up old bug. Leaning back, she cast her gaze out into the darkness. The layby she had stopped in allowed her to recover some of her senses. It had been a long trip. Sighing she started the engine again and putting the car into gear pulled smoothly out onto the near empty highway. It had been months since she'd been home. Months away from friends; she fingered the twisted bronze pendant around her throat and sighed sadly. She drove for a short while flicking between the very few stations that the radio would pick up, humming along to the tunes she knew and turning off of the I-65, she was grateful as the hard endless concrete gave way to more rural surroundings. She stopped at the town boundaries. Welcome to Bon Temps, the sign said. It was good to be home.