Alcide & Pandora Chapter 1: Alcide & Pandora First Meeting, a true blood fanfic

AUTHORS NOTE: This is set at Lou Pines and where they first meet.

Pandora walked into the light. Her dirty blond hair flashed as the light hit it. She sighed, God but she hated werewolves. Well, that wasn't exactly true, mostly, she hated the alpha mentality. It sickened her. Sure, she herself was a vampire but still. She was female, the 'I Man, I In Charge' thing just pissed her off. Sighing, she opened the doorway to the bar and braced herself.

Alcide needed a drink so he stopped at Lou Pine's. What had happened the night before should have discouraged him; but it was either the Were-bar or home, where a problem awaited him. No, he told himself, Sookie wasn't a problem. Sookie was job that apparently he wasn't doing very well with as his job almost became Were-dinner last night. His left shoulder was bruised and still hurt from the last night's brawl. What was he doing back at Lou Pine's then? Ah, yes, he stopped for a drink. He stared at the mug of ice cold beer in front of him. He was never a good liar. He knew perfectly well that he wasn't there for a lousy mug of beer. Debbie... He thought. Then, his old friend, the same one that gave him the news about Debbie's engagement last night approached him. He took a deep sigh and gave out a weak smile. He thought, tonight he'd be ready to deal with it. But he thought wrong. He stood up and started to head towards the door when an unfamiliar face caught his attention. He quickly scanned the newcomer and thought, "Look so out of place." But somehow deep within, he felt that the young lady fitted right in.

Pandora scanned the crowd. Werewolf. Werewolf. Werewolf. Nothing but weres but really? What had she expected? This was after all a known werewolf bar. She moved towards the bar, weaving in and out of men. One man had been gulping down glasses of beer like a drowning man, another on her right as he made her way through, was busy feeling the breasts of one of the waitresses, who was probably a were too. Men! They were such pigs. She strolled up to the bar and slammed down a $20. I'd like a large glass of whatever is on tap. Not that she'd drink it, she was a vampire for cripes sake. But the illusion was always helpful.

For a moment, Alcide's curiosity got a hold of him. He stopped in his tracks and watched the newcomer approached the bar. Then a familiar smell penetrated his nose, his eyes squinted. Vampire. His jaws tightened, he never liked vampires. What's a vampire doing in a Were-bar? Wait, didn't he just say he didn't like vampires? Why would he be concerned then if there was a vampire at Lou Pine's. The Were he had a fought with last night did V... That was what Sookie told him. That was why the Were was stronger than a usual Were, she said. Were doing V? He started walking without taking his eyes off at the Vampire, Could it be that they get it from her? Something in him wished that he was wrong. He kept walking, his attention definitely distracted by his thoughts that he didn't see the fight that started to his right. A hard push sent him flying to the bar where she slammed on a body. When he regained composure, he found himself staring at the Vampire's eyes. "Are you okay?" was the first words that came out of his mouth.

She had just gotten her bar when a body sailed past her into the bar. The force of his body slamming into the bar made her beer topple and beer spewed all over the bar and into her top [link of what she is wearing]. Her eyes flashed in annoyance. Using extreme willpower she suppressed the urge to flash her fangs. Her head was the only thing that moved, though her body was rigid.

Alcide's body pressed hard on the vampire's who gave him a deathly look.

Do you mind? she asked. Did she not hear his concern or did she totally ignore him? For a moment, Alcide forgot the Weres fighting; he frowned and looked down at the vampire whom he discovered was a lot tinier than he was. "Well excuse me lady," he said sarcastically then looked down at the front of the vampire's tiny blank top which obviously looked expensive. She must have money, he thought and then continued, "But it ain't my fault your beer spilled." He wanted to add that fact that she ordered a drink she wouldn't be able to drink in the first place, but before he could think more, the brawl escalated. A chair flew over their heads and before he knew it, his fingers were wrapped around the vampire's delicate arm and he was guiding her towards the door. "This bar is not a place for you," he said to her.

A bit startled by his harsh tone when after all, he had knocked into her and not the other way around, she was momentarily off guard so when he started pulling her to the door, she didn't resist - didn't make use of her vampire strength and pull back. Until they got to the door, then she slammed her heels (literally, wearing her bright red heels).

"What in the hell do you think you're doing? Who do you think you are?" she snapped out. She yanked her arm out of his hand. Turning back to the fray her eyes surveyed the damage. Blood was pouring out of one of the men who had broken his nose.

Fuck! she thought to herself. She'd only had a snack before coming here, not a full meal and this was just not good. As it were, blood was coming out pretty fast and steady from the man's nose. Her eyes narrowed, nostrils flared, her fangs popped out inside her mouth. She could feel them against her lips. The only thing they kept them from showing was her mouth being closed. The only thing that kept her from leaping across the room (quiet literally) was the were standing beside her.

Her eyes flickered back to the were standing beside her. When he mentioned her fangs, her eyes flashed. What did he know? Stupid pup. She was at least 1,000 years older than him. However, with effort, she managed to make her fangs retract. "Don't worry, were, I'm not going to bath in your friends blood," she said, motioning to the blood covered men with her head.

"I have more control than that, more than your friends have. They can't seem to not fight with each other even five lousy minutes. Humans are pathetic, werewolves, more so, with your raised testosterone."

Pandora was known to get bitchy and cutting with her words when she felt like she was on unstable ground. Besides, the more she stayed around this stupid were, the more she noticed his rugged, muscular features and kissable lips. Such a bad thing. She was a vampire, he a were. The two kinds do not mix. Hell, they mix less than vampires and humans.

"Besides, I can take care of myself, I assure you."

A low growl escaped Alcide's throat upon hearing the vampire's words. He never liked vampires. They think they're superior to everybody else. And the delicate looking vampire in front of him was no different. "And I suppose all vampires are high and mighty and bitchy like you," Alcide couldn't stop himself. His frowned deepened by the minute and he felt his body heating up. He didn't have time to argue with this vampire, meanwhile the fight in the bar got more intense; people started pouring out of the entrance/exit door. "Very well then," he looked the vampire in the eyes, "I'll leave you to enjoy yourself, since you can take care of yourself and all."

Pandora could barely contain the rage he just had to keep fueling. Bitchy? he says? I'll show him bitchy! She thought just before one of the nearest men sent a punch towards the man near him. Unfortunately, for all of them, the guy was plastered, so his aim was completely and totally off and the punch would have hit Alcide. With some strange reason, she instinctively put her hand up just before the punch would have hit Alcide square in the face, her hand slammed into the man's fist, closing around it, stopping it mere inches away from Alcide's jaw.

"Yes, I can, but the question is, can you?" she asked, daring him to call her bitchy or preach at her when it was her that had just saved his ass.

Alcide saw everything. It was quick but he did. He was used of getting in brawls especially when he was younger. Getting hit on the face would hurt for a day or two, and usually over something stupid, but that was what Weres do. He looked at the vampire's hand still holding the Were's hand- he turned to the Were (who was obviously drunk) and pushed the Were on the floor. He turned back to the vampire, "Am I gonna listen to you bitch about that now?"

Impulsively and without being able to stop herself, she smiled. The smile transformed her face, it literally brightened if that were possible with a vampire. It made her look even younger than her 19 year old body was.

"Maybbbeeee..." she said, grinning stupidly. Without even glancing the drunk mans way that was on the floor she literally stepped over him.

"So, were you coming or going?"

Alcide's frown and annoyance turned to amazement. The vampire literally transformed in front of him. She had gone from being bitchy to- nice and sweet? He could never understand vampires. And women. And he wouldn't try now even if his life depended on it. He skeptically looked at the vampire, up and down, and with an eyebrow raised he growled, "What is it to you?"

At his growl, she shrugged. "Nothing, I just was curious if you were going into the bar or leaving it, was all. Myself, before you rudely interrupted me, I was in it, if you recall, doing business. That is, until you ruined my top," she said, gesturing to said top that was now doused in the smell of beer. It had soaked through her top and now lay on her skin. If she could feel cold, at least colder than she already was, she would have been.

Rudely interrupted? Wha- "Listen woman, I don't think it's any of your business if I was staying or leaving. Besides, I'm just a 'pathetic Werewolf with raised testosterone', am I not? So why waste time worrying about what I'm doing," Alcide sarcastically replied. His eyes scanned the wet top that stuck on the vampire's skin revealing the vampire's curves. Alcide felt another growl coming, he chose to speak instead. "Not for anything, but you look like a Were-bait."

She laughed, not even upset over his insult. It was so flat; it spoke of the lack of enthusiasm.

"Really? That's the best you can come up with? And we're back to that? I thought I told, no, proved I can take care of myself. But fine, if it's none of my business then I'll just go back in and finish, well, sit with my drink," she said as she moved past him, back into the bar.

"Hell, I ain't worried about you," Alcide spoke as the vampire walked past him. The scent the vampire left behind lingered in his nose; then an intense emotion arose in his chest. Was it disgust? Loath? Or was it something more powerful... Dangerous. Jealousy? Somehow he didn't like the thought of another Were looking at the vampire. What the hell am I talking about? He thought to himself. No, it wasn't that... It was- he tried to reason to himself that this vampire would somehow be a real threat to any of his kind inside the bar. But, although he didn't particularly like this vampire, somehow he knew she wouldn't cause real trouble. "I just feel sorry for the next Were that'll cross your path."

Pandora laughed hard. "You should be worried... Course, if you're that worried, you could always come back in with me. Show me around. Have some fun. You don't look like you have a lot of run or enough of it. You look all serious. Better watch out or you'll get worry lines. Good thing about me is I can't get worry lines, seeing as I died this way. But you," she said, her hand going to his eyebrow and barely, oh so barely brushing over the top of it, "You're already getting them by the looks of it."

Alcide quickly (but gently) grab the vampire's hand that touched his eyebrow. It was cold; and even colder against his warm skin but it was soft. He carefully thought about what the vampire said- "You don't look like you have a lot of fun or enough of it. You look all serious." The vampire should've met him before Debbie. He was different then. Not so much different now, but he was different. But the vampire didn't know that of course. "I ain't going back in there alone. Sure ain't going back in there with you." Without letting the vampire's hand go he continued, "What are you doing hanging around a Were-bar in the first place?"

"What? Are you afraid of your fellow weres that you don't want to go back in alone?" she asked, letting him keep her hand. She knew, without a doubt in her mind, that if she wanted she could pull free - and beat the shit out of him in a split second. Sometimes, though, it was fun to see how things played out. Better than being bored. She could tell, despite his appearances and manner, this were wasn't boring - might never be boring. "What do you think I'm doing here? Looking for a little fun, I mean, isn't that what all vampires do?" she questioned, weres and even humans all had the same opinions about vamps and their hobbies. So stereotypical.

Without thinking, Alcide raised the hand that held the vampire's hand, pulling the vampire in closer to him, "I'm not afraid of anybody," he growled. "I just-" he didn't like what he was hearing inside about Debbie and he wasn't about to tell the vampire this so he changed his tone. "There was nothing interesting inside that was keeping me." He looked down at the vampire, "But I guess my idea of fun and yours are completely different," he felt a little disappointed. Another bored vampire, he thought to himself. Then he found himself staring in the vampire's eyes and he couldn't figure out at first if they were blue or hazel. They were both, he decided in the end. And as if waking up from a light trance, Alcide once again spoke, "Whatever kind of fun are you expecting to find at a Were-bar anyway?"

Pandora shrugged, "No idea, only been in one or two other the years. Really, the were scene isn't my thing, especially when a whole pack decides to up and change at a moment's notice. Like I said, I had business here. More business than pleasure really. As far as I can tell from what little I've seen my business isn't here anyway."

"I don't care," Alcide raised an eyebrow. "I'm asking out of curiosity." But Alcide was actually more suspicious than curious. He continued, "What kind of business?" Suspicion might have gotten a hold of him but he did not miss the fact that the vampire's face looked softer with her head tilted on the side.

"Vampire business, you know... the usual, blood donors, etc."

She waited for his reaction. She knew it was going to be famous. As his face started to change, she stopped him, with other hand going up.

"Just kidding, god, you're so easy to tease," she said with a double meaning clear in her words.

"Very funny," Alcide nodded, his other hand caught the vampire's free hand and then held both hands on the vampire's sides. "Didn't you hear?" Alcide bent down as he spoke, his voice carried yet another growl and his face too close to the vampire's, "It's not always a good idea to tease a wolf."

A shiver ran down her spine and traveled throughout her entire body. She swallowed hard, though she was a vampire, she often retained the mannerisms of the humanity she lost. If it were possible, her body grew still as death and hard against him.

"Really? I had heard that teasing a wolf can be dangerous... yet very rewarding, though can't say for sure," she said, her eyes boring into his. If she had been one that needed breath, it would have been in short supply at that moment.

Alcide's eyes squinted; he licked his lips and stared down at the vampire he still had in his arms. The vampire didn't fight or struggle. A very hard situation for him at the moment as he felt his temperature rising. "Teasing a wolf shouldn't be anybody's business." He replied, his mind telling him to let go but his body was commanding him otherwise, "Or yours." He did not want to get mixed up with a vampire but he was worried that it might be a bit too late.

Pandora wet her lips with her tongue, it darting out to swipe over them quickly. "You know, I usually know a man's name before getting this up close and personal with them. Doesn't seem right," she said, complete nonsense coming out her mouth, as her brain frantically screamed for her to turn and run. She was wrong, he wasn't boring, and he was full on DANGER with a capital D.

Alcide dared to move his face another inch closer to the vampire's face, the tip of his nose touched the bridge of the vampire's nose. What was he doing? He asked himself and decided that the vampire was right, this doesn't seem right... But when did this kind of interaction actually happens? It happens alright- a Were and a vampire... He just didn't think it'd happen to him. And with this vampire, who didn't think much of him to begin with. But she smelled so good, Alcide thought. He couldn't tell what the vampire smelled liked but she smelled really good. He swallowed. Hard. He moved his head sideways, creating a slight friction between the skins on their noses. He was tempted and couldn't help himself. Like a gentle breeze, he brushed his lips over the vampire's full red lips then he spoke, "I don't think you'd be able to take the heat."

She tossed her head from side to side. That only made it worse, made her closer to him than before. Not exactly what she'd meant to happen - right? Though her top had been doused with beer, he'd still be able to smell the Jasmine scent on her; it was her favorite, one she used frequently. She licked her lips over where his had touched hers.

"You're probably right about that, it's been a very long time since I've felt any heat. Though I wouldn't mind going up in flames. Beats the cold," she confessed.

The vampire's soft blonde hair felt nice on his rough skin. Her whole body felt nice against him, Alcide thought. He opened and closed his eyes and tried to regain control over his desires. But seeing the vampire licked her lips didn't help him at all. His chest rose as he took a deep breath. He knew he'd somehow regret what he would do next but he did it anyway-he raised a hand and wrapped it around the vampire's neck. Then, gently, he tilted her head on the side and slowly he let their lips touched. He didn't make any other move and waited for a reaction.

Her throat convulsed as she tried to control herself. This was wrong. He was a werewolf - that meant something, didn't? If it didn't, her mind was so foggy she couldn't remember for the undeath of her. Instinctively, she moved forward, her entire body pressing against his. Her lips pressed harder into his, slowly at first, sampling, then hungrier. She hadn't lied; it had been awhile since she had felt true heat. Like a moth to a flame, she sought it now.

Alcide's hand moved from the front to the back of the vampire's neck. His fingers combed through the vampire's thick blonde hair, where he tightly gripped her, not too tight that he hurt her. He slightly parted his mouth and let the vampire's lips moved around his. They felt cold at first but he didn't mind. He thought his heat was more than enough for both of them. He secretly smiled at the thought and then once again lost in the vampire's scent. The kiss deepened, his tongue playfully touched the vampire's tongue. She tasted exquisite, he thought. He then breathed in, his powerful sense of smell working over-time and then, just like that he knew... He moved his lips a hairline away from the vampire's lips, "Jasmine," he smiled. "You smell like jasmine..."

She chuckled, "I bathe in it," she admitted before plunging her tongue back into his mouth and dancing it around his own. Then stopped suddenly though, and jerked her head back, almost to the point of being impossible, "I don't know your name."

Alcide groaned at the vampire's sudden move that he held her tightly by the head, almost pushing her face close back to his before he replied; "Alcide," then he kissed her again. His tongue ran across the vampire's lips, "Alcide Herveaux. What's yours?"

Her mind when blank, what the hell was her name? This really kind of pissed her off, even under the influence of lust, because she was a 1000 year old vampire for Christ's sake, not some 10 year old newborn. She swallowed hard, her hand slapping the wall next to them. The pain radiating throughout her hand, lifting the fog a bit.

"Blake. Pandora Blake."

"Pandora..." Alcide whispered by the vampire's mouth; the name rolled nicely in his tongue. To his surprise, he liked it. He then again wrapped his hand around Pandora's soft neck then he carefully turned her and pinned her against the wall of the bar. He didn't know what came over him... He couldn't stop kissing her. And he truly enjoyed the way Pandora smelled. He wondered if Pandora tasted like jasmine, too. There was only one way to find out. He moved his hand that covered Pandora's neck and gently replaced it with his tongue.

Pandora let out a sigh and shivered. God, his tongue was hot - flaming hot. That figured since he was a werewolf inside. She could feel his tongue moving over the sensitive spot of her neck. A small fire started burning inside her gut. She may be cold; a vampire, but passion, passion was something she could still feel - even if it has been a long time since she has. "What about you? What's your name?" she asked, her voice husky, thick with pure lust.

A wide smile plastered on his lips as he cupped Pandora's face. He kissed the side of her lips, "You've forgotten already?" The laughter in his voice was undeniable. "It's either you're still teasing me or I kiss that damn good."

She smiled, "Both," she whispered before pulling back.

She looked him full in the face.

"We should stop, people are staring," she said, her hand moving towards the other side of the room where some of the weres were staring, especially the females.

"I don't think you want attention."

Alcide frowned. Was she playing with him all along? Suddenly he felt confused. Then he looked up only to see that the vampire was right. Weres were casting them looks. This isn't good. He didn't know what just happened. He knew he needed to put a stop to it now before it gets further complicated. "You're right," he said to Pandora, "We should stop. The last thing I need are Weres hounding me for this." His voice was firm but he felt the lack of conviction in his words. "You're probably done here anyway, now that you had your fun."

A flicker of hurt quickly spread over her face before it was quickly removed and a facade of cool serenity put in its place.

"Of course," she said, her words hard, flat, cold, and filled with regret, untruth.

"I've had my fun," she said, nodding and pulling back. With those words she simply walked past him and out of the bar, leaving him behind, without any words.

She'd come back another night to attend to her business.

Of course. Alcide clenched his jaws as the vampire strutted away without waiting for his reply. It was all just for fun... He thought bitterly. She was bored and he happened to be around... Then he stopped himself and questioned this nonsense. He decided the bitterness was leftover from his issues with Debbie. How bizarre, he thought, he never once thought of Debbie while he was with the vampire. He was still looking at the direction where the vampire headed and disappeared. He sighed and thought he probably wouldn't see her again.