Author's Note: Hello if you're reading this. This is my first proper attempt at a SVM Fic, I hope you enjoy it. It's the first time I've ever written in 1st person properly, but I think I got the hang of it pretty quick.

This fic isn't EricxSookie heavy, but I promise that it has all the good ingredients of a good SVM Fan-Fic regardless. It's a POV of Jason, who doesnt have an awful lot about him, hence why it's about him. This also has a lot of appearances from some the the brilliant supporting cast that are sometimes overlooked like Sam, Pam, Bill, Kennedy and lots more.

P.S. It's set after "Dead in the Family".

It was Friday night. I'm young, fun, have money and town Casanova. So I should've been out getting drunk in some random club while telling random drunk hotties who keep on trying to straddle me that my girlfriend broke up with me. But instead I'm alone in my little sister's house watching re-runs of The A-Team. I know, I do live dangerously. Life really has dulled down for me recently, I used to go out drinking with the guys most nights (and some days) but now most of them have "settled down" with families! Even my best buddy since 5th Grade Hoyt Fortenberry has got his fiancé. I've always been a bit like Peter Pan myself, always wanting to stay young and free. But I guess I'm going to have finally grow up.

I decided to leave my depressed self searching for another time, I could find something fun. I decided to go to Merlotte's. It's a popular bar and restaurant in the little town that I live in. My sister Sookie works there as a waitress. I thought of Sookie as I drove to Merlotte's, she is a great girl and the best sister a guy could ask for; she's gone on vacation with her friend Amelia, so being the protective big brother I offered to look after her house for her.

Sookie needed a break, because it's stressful for her sometimes seeing she has a gift/disability whatever you want to call it, she can seriously read minds. Genuinely, not some silly magic trick, she can! But I guess I can't go on about her for being different. Maybe I could talk to her boss Sam Merlotte, he's a real friendly and modest guy, especially considering since he named a restaurant after himself!

I arrived at Merlotte's. I parked my car in the lot and went in. It was a busy night, crowds and crowds sat around small booths and at the bar. I sat by the bar. Sam wasn't working tonight obviously; his cover was there, an incredibly hot woman called Kennedy Keyes, think of a cross between Elle McPherson and Scarlett Johansson. She may have shot her last boyfriend, and done time for it, but I still would.

"Hi Jason, just you tonight it is it. Aren't you house-sitting for your sister?" Kennedy asked me.

"Yeah, Sookie arrived in Mexico about 3 hours ago." I replied friendly.

"Oh, I heard about you and Michelle, are you ok sweetie?" She asked as she put her hand on my shoulder, she even smelled hot! Maybe I could use my acting skills?

"Oh, it really upset me Kennedy, I loved her, and she didn't love me obviously, otherwise she wouldn't have been having an affair with her boss at the dealership." I said in the most pathetic and sad voice I could manage, even going as far as wiping fake tears away.

"Aww sweetheart. Say how about I make it up for you some time soon, fancy going for dinner sometime this week?" Kennedy asked me. Yes! Jason Stackhouse could definitely win an Oscar!

"Well if it's ok with you. Say take my number, I'll ring you soon to sort more out then. " I said as politely as I could.

"Ok. I'll be looking forward to it. I think Sam wanted to see you, go and see him in his trailer." Kennedy said before she got back to work. I still had it. I may have had to use some sympathy, but she was definitely towards the top of the league tables of hotness, which made it completely acceptable.

I then went to see Sam Merlotte out back in his trailer home. I've never been in there before; I imagine it to be like some hunting lodge in the middle of the forest, complete with moose heads, fireplaces and a grizzly bear skin rug. I knocked the door, he called me in. Oh wait, I forgot to mention, Sam is a true shifter, he can change into any animal he wants, I know pretty cool huh. Well would you believe that I'm a were-panther! Well I am this crazy guy my ex-wife knew bit me and turned me into one. Seeing I was turned and not born, I don't turn into a proper animal, instead I go into this Panther Man form, it's still pretty cool though. It really strengthens your senses as well, even when I'm human I can see really well, I can hear through thick walls and smell people's scents.

Ok, maybe I was wrong about the hunting lodge theme. It was really modern, new cabinets; leather couches, laminate wooden flooring and a wide screen LCD TV. Definitely more of a home than a trailer. I shouted to Sam as he was nowhere to be seen. A door opened and Sam came through holding enough paper to sink Hawaii! He dropped it on a nearby desk. Surprise, surprise. He was wearing a checked shirt and faded jeans; seriously he must have been a lumberjack in a previous life. His wild copper hair had already grown long again. His bulging brown eyes seemed to light up at the sight of company.

"Whoa! That's a lot of paper. Is it fan mail?" I joked. He smirked back.

"Yeah, all my fans send me tax return and order forms." Sam said. He sat down on a chair, and signalled for me to sit on the couch. Whoa, it was really comfy.

"Kennedy said you wanted to see me Sam." I said, getting to the point.

"Oh did she. Well first of all how are Sookie and Amelia?" Sam asked. Everyone today seemed to be more interested in my absent sister than me.

"They seem to be having a great time. Sookie hadn't seen Amelia since she left a few months back, so it was a nice surprise for Sookie that Amelia offered a free vacation to Mexico with her, courtesy of her dad, as a thank you for letting Amelia stay at the house." I replied.

"Oh that's good. Also her birthday is coming up soon isn't it? Because I met Tara earlier and she said why don't we have a surprise party for her, you want to help?" Sam asked. They may never get together in one respect, but Sam loved Sookie enough to want her to be happy, even if it meant that it wasn't with him. He was a bit of a loner sometimes, last I remembered he was dating that really freaky were girl Jannalyn; she definitely wouldn't have been out of place in a mental hospital. I didn't ask about her.

"Yeah, that's a great idea."

"How's the house now? Can't you go back in yet?" Sam asked. He'd hit a sore spot. The reason I was staying up my sister's house was because my own had caught on fire a few weeks back. The insurance people reckon it had been an electrical fault. The whole bottom floor was charred beyond recognition. I was just lucky that I was out when it happened. I was able to salvage nearly all of my clothes, but little else. I was just hoping that my insurance would cover it.

You got anything else planned tonight? I'm bored and got no one to talk to." I said.

"Join the club brother. Fancy a beer or two?" Sam said, jumping at the chance for some company. He definitely didn't have to twist my arm.

"Ok, then just a quick 10 minute beer." I said.

That 10 minutes soon morphed into 2 hours and beyond. And by 1am, 4 hours, 2 pizzas, 10 cans of beer, 4 shots of whisky and a bottle of vodka later. Sam and I were a little worse for wear; ok we were completely off our faces drunk. Sam's living room kept on spinning round, but I was too busy trying to beat him at our 20th game of table tennis to care.

"Ha, I bet you fair and square Merlotte. Why don't you just turn into a lion or something" I said hyperactively to him as the room span.

"Why would I turn into a lion..If I could turn into anything it would probably be Taylor Lautner, think of all the hot college girls I could get." And all the scary team Jacob girls I thought as Sam slurred. Kennedy suddenly came in.

"Hey, you guys seem to be having fun. Anyway I just finished locking up. Jason you've drunk, you can't drive home, I'll give you a lift." Kennedy told me. Ok I've had a lot worse offers of lifts.

"Ok. Thanks Kennedy, I'll pick up my car in the morning. See ya Sam, thanks for tonight." I said before I left with Kennedy.

"Don't worry! We'll have to do it again sometime." Sam said hazily as he fell over drunkenly. For someone who owned a bar he couldn't handle his drink much.

I climbed into Kennedy's small Toyota. Whoa, even her car smelt hot. She yanked her hair out of her ponytail and her soft brown hair fell down. I didn't use this description much but here it goes, she looked like a goddess. She played an Alanis Morisette CD in her car and sang along. Man, her voice was like the voicemail lady but like 200 times sexier.

She arrived at Sookie's house. I managed to crawl out of the car with much struggling. If it was some Hollywood film I would've invited her in, and then slow music would start and we'd get it on. But it wasn't, before I had a chance to invite her in, she said that she had to go home. I did start to ask her in anyway, but then I remember she did shoot her last boyfriend. I'd have to go slow; I don't want to end up in the morgue. I thanked Kennedy before she drove off. I made it up the long gravely path when...Whack! I was hit on the back of the head with something. I couldn't see anything, everything went black.

Next thing I can remember is waking up inside the house, in the arms of Pam Ravencroft. Pam is an English woman from Victorian times who was turned into a vampire. She's eternally 30ish, she looks like a young housewife, whose husband is a businessman, with 2 young children who helps out at church services and bake sales, but has a morbid sense of humour that I could imagine in a serial killer. My sister and her are real good friends, I think they've been shopping at the late night mall in Shreveport a few times. Recently I had a very interesting experience with her; I hope she's forgotten about it by now.

"Oh you're awake. Thanks for letting bite you last time we met when I was all hurt by the way." Pam said. Ok, she hadn't forgotten. I let her bite me, but I'm not one of those pathetic fang-bangers or anything seriously, she was just really badly hurt and needed blood quickly, and I was the only one there.

"What happened? And you can put me down now" I said to her, it looked weird; she was holding me like a baby in her arms. She may have been a lady, but she was a vampire and they're all super strong. She put me down.

"You were attacked by 2 thugs with a pipe. I was up Bill's house at the time so we both went to see what the problem was. We couldn't get the thugs, you were nearly dead, so I gave you some of my blood to heal you." Pam said in the closest thing a vampire could get to a grin.

"Thanks, I think." I said, ouch, my head still hurt like hell. Well I guess I was hit with a pipe.

"Where's Vampire Bill now then Pammy?" I said. Bill Compton, was a vampire and true Southern gent from the American war for independence, he was also my sister's nearest neighbour. He also is her ex lover. And to make it even more awkward she's now dating Bill's boss, Eric, a former Viking vampire! I know, this is some Jerry Springer shit!

"First of all, don't call me Pammy, the last fang-banger who did ended up needing 200 stitches and 5 weeks in hospital. And Bill's outside searching for any trail the thugs may have left." Pam said, without a hint of irony.

"Ok sorry Pam." I said, I didn't want to get on her bad side, she may look sweet, in her pastel blue pantsuit and pumps, but she was deadly. Bill Compton came into my house, in a polo shirt and khakis, there's a change (not!).

"They left no trace. Stay careful, they could come back, we'll stay vigilant. Jason, are you feeling better yet?" Bill asked me in his genteel southern tones. Most of the girls in town said his voice was like sex to their ears.

"Yeah Vampire Bill I'm fine thanks. How's Judith?" I replied, Judith was his current girlfriend.

"She's fine; she's away on business at the moment. Eric is as well isn't he Pam?" Bill said.

"Yeah, so I'm acting Sheriff. So beware everyone!" She said amusingly.

"Thanks for all this guys. Is they anything I can do for you guys, in return?" I asked them. Gran always told me to return favours.

"Well, our last day-man Bobby died. We haven't found a replacement yet. Would you mind doing some errands for us this week? It would be really appreciated." Pam said.

"What type of errands?" I asked; I didn't want to end up with in a wheelchair with 7 shrinks appearing on an episode of Ricki Lake titled "I was a vampire sex slave for 3 years".

"Just simple stuff like pick up laundry, sort out my I-Pod, ring some plumbers and put an advertisement in the paper for us." Pam replied. Ok that wasn't too bad, so I agreed. Then they asked me about Sookie's vacation. I seriously felt like her secretary or something today! They then left.

"Goodbye my favourite breather's cute brother. I'm so glad those thugs didn't wreck your pretty face." Pam said to me as she hugged me before they left. Bill smiled behind her. They finally left. Jesus! It was 2:00am! I had to get some sleep that night. As I lay in bed, I struggled to sleep. My head was still pumping, and the thugs who attacked me were still out there.

The next morning I stumbled out of bed about 9am. After much debating, I decided not to tell the police about what happened, Detective Andy Bellefleur was still suspicious of me. I went in the shower, got dressed and went downstairs. My childhood home hadn't changed much; I still remember the great times Sookie, Gran and I used to have here. I loved my Gran; she raised me and my sister since we were young un's because our parents died in an accident. When she died a few years back, I haven't admitted this to anyone but I woke up every night crying for 2 months. But enough of my self-pity, I made myself breakfast then checked the mail. I had a note.

Dear Were Panther brother of my telepathic breather friend.

Here is the stuff that needs to be done. The keys to mine and Eric' house is under the stone squirrel.

1. Wash Eric's car.

2. Collect dry cleaning.

3. Send attached letters to post office (especially our daily death threat to Stephanie Meyer).

4. Download all of Lady Gaga's songs to my I-Pod (except Love Games, all that talk of "Disco Sticks" reminds me why I prefer women).

5. Bid on E-Bay for the Gucci handbag I want. (My account is Buffy1888).

6. Buy the paper with the latest Dear Abby in it.

7. Assassinate those stupid Kardashian sisters so they stop polluting television with their stupid show!

8. Meet me behind Fangtasia at 11pm tonight, bring that friend Hoyt with you.

9. Ring Disney to see if they want to go further with Eric's script for Camp Rock 3, when those delectable Jonas Brother's get eaten one by one by Eric, only to have him get diabetes because they're so sugary.

Love Pam ;)

xxxxx

P.S. Number's 7 and 8 are jokes. (Unless you're up for it)

Pam definitely had a sense of humour; if I got all these jobs done soon I would have the rest of the day to myself. So I decided to start early. First of all I would have to get my car from Merlotte's, the walk would be a while, but I needed some time to think.

As I left the house I noticed graffiti around the side of the house. I ran around to have a closer look. It said in huge letters..."Justice", and there was a dead cat besides it!

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's a little slow, but I promise it gets going very soon. I hope I had the right mixture of comedy, drama and mystery. I'd love to know what you think of it. So don't be shy with those reviews; I need to know what your honest opinions are so that I can improve as a writer. I hope you keep reading. (I know I've overused the word "hope" here, but I couldn't think of another word which fitted)