This is my first True Blood/ Sookie Stackhouse Series fan fic. This idea has been burning in my mind since I finished the last book (well the last until May) so I decided to write it. I hope you like it.
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Chapter 1
I walked into Merlotte's Bar and Grill around noon on a Wednesday. I was wearing a black tank top that showed just enough cleavage to be sexy yet not slutty, form fitting hip hugging jeans, and black and white Converses. My black hair was pin straight and hanging just below my waist. My accessories included 5 studs in my right ear, 3 studs in my left, a hot pink stud in my nose, a black choker, and a gothic cross necklace. My make up was done per usual; a little foundation, black eyeliner, mascara, onyx eye shadow done to look smoky, and mocha lip gloss.
"Hey. Are you Sam Merlotte?" I asked the extremely handsome strawberry blonde bartender.
"Yes ma'am." He looked me over, not in a checking-out way but just a look over. "How may I help you?"
"I'm Zuria Zephyr. I just moved to town." I shook his hand politely.
"Oh so you're Gianna's long lost daughter. Nice to finally meet you." He resumed wiping off the bar. "Sorry about your mom."
"Thanks. So…you knew her?" I sat on the bar stool directly in front of him.
"Everyone knew her. She was a good woman." Sam was wearing a button up gray and light green plaid shirt, jeans, and boots that any southern man wore. And he looked extremely good.
"Yeah, she was." I agreed. "I just wish I hadn't been on the outs with her when she passed."
"Yeah I heard she didn't get along with her daughter. If you don't mind me asking, what happened?" He was leaning on his arms against the bar now.
"After I graduated high school I wanted to get the hell out of Bon Temps. I'm not a small town girl and I didn't plan on pretending to be." I explained. "So I left and went to college in Texas. I got a job as a writer and I never came back. I haven't seen my mom in seven years. Not even for holidays. I know, I probably sound like the worst daughter in the world but…me and Gianna…we were really different people."
"I understand." He shrugged. "So are you just here to get Gianna's affairs in order?"
"Nope. I'm here to stay." I sighed. "Gianna left me the house and it would just break my heart to sell it. Zephyrs have lived in that house for over a hundred years."
"Then welcome back to Bon Temps." He smiled. "So why did you come looking for me?"
"Well I heard you were looking for a new barmaid." I answered. "I've applied at the Shreveport Times for a writing job but they aren't looking. And I put myself through college as a waitress so I thought that maybe this would be a good job until something opens at the paper."
"Well come on back to my office and you can fill out an application." He led me back to his office. I sat in a chair when he motioned for me to do so.
"So how long have you been in Bon Temps Sam?" I asked as he looked through his desk drawers.
"About six years." He placed a paper in front of me.
"Well I hear you've really taken the bull by the horns." I began filling out the application.
"Oh yeah?" He leaned back in his chair.
"Yep. You own some duplexes in town and you've really made this bar into something worth while." I glanced up at him. "Many have tried and all have failed. Until you that is. I mean, I can't tell you how many people have attempted to make something of this place the entire time I was growing up. Congrats."
"Thanks Zuria." He scratched at his extremely sexy beard for a moment. "So what's your boyfriend think of you moving back here?"
"I actually don't have a boyfriend." I finished the application and slid it back over to him.
"Interesting." He grinned and it took ten years off his face. He looked down at the paper and nodded a little.
"So how old are you Mister Merlotte?" I inquired.
"Twenty-eight." He answered. "And you're twenty-five."
"Yes sir." I felt the corners of my lips tugging upward. "Well I should get going. The funeral may be over but there's still an extraordinary amount of work left to do."
"Alright well I have a few other applications to look over but if I need you, I'll call you." He got up when I did.
"Even if you don't choose me for the job, call me Sam." I fiddled with my gothic cross necklace. "You seem like a nice guy."
"Will do." He grinned again. He led me back to the front.
"See ya Sam." I made sure there was a subtle sway to my hips as I walked out.
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I hope you liked the first chapter. It's short, I know but oh well. The chapters will get longer as the story progresses. Well review and tell me what you think.
Bye Loves!
