AN/ I want to put it out there that I am not Charlene Harris, Alan Ball, nor do I make any money with my stories. Most of the time, I am asked why I even write these. It helps me deal with my overactive mind and hours alone when I kid is at school. Thank you to all those who have read and liked it so far.- Krys
Chapter 2:
At eleven thirty, Sookie is waiting on Alcide Herveaux to take her to the funeral of his former pack-leader. She is just working on getting a good head of steam up about people being late when she hears him drive up. Looking out the window, she sees the dark-haired, muscle bound Were step from the navy blue Lincoln Continental. Thank the gods that it is not his truck. Sookie couldn't imagine trying to get into his massive truck, wearing the sensible skirt suit that she borrowed from Tara.
"Hello Sookie, you look good cher. Are you ready to go?" Alcide calls as he runs up the steps.
Wow he's laying it on thick today.
I hope that she doesn't pick up on my nervousness. My father needs her talent today but I want her for my mate. She looks so good. Alcide's thoughts filter through when he hugs her.
"Yes, I'm ready to go. So Alcide, why is it so important for me to go today? I would have anyway, but you all but ordered me to come." Sookie asks, not wanting to take a stab at the second part just yet.
They were already halfway there by this time. "My father is in the running against another for pack leader. He wanted you to "read" the guy to see if he'll pull any dirty tricks. I'm sorry."
"OK, I'll do it, but please be upfront about it next time. I think it's in poor taste to trick someone by using their sympathies." Sookie tries to keep her temper. This was not the time to lay into him, but when today is over; you can bet he'll feel her wrath.
They arrive at the Grace Episcopal Church. There was a large crowd gathered outside. When they walk up, Alcide introduces Sookie to his father and his date, Christine Larrabee. The two women make small talk, while father and son talk shop. Jackson owns one of the best known construction firms in the area. His son, Alcide works in the field as much as is permitted.
On the outside, seeing and being with Alcide seems like a great idea. He is great looking, attentive and interested in her but Sookie feels like this pack master campaign and the upcoming contest seems to be an ever enlarging black hole. It is sucking everything and everyone in.
Sookie's attention is caught by a large man coming through the church doors. The gleam off his bald head is striking, even inside the church. As if he could feel her stare, the man turns and nods to her. Sookie can't help but smile at him.
Christine points out the other man running for pack leader. Patrick Furnan and his wife Libby walk into the church. As they wait for their turn, Alcide asks if she picked anything up.
"Yes I did, Alcide. What's his name plans to raise your father's gambling problems. Other than that, he's pretty clean. Sorry." There was more; Patrick had already chosen the girl to breed with when he wins. Sookie is grossed out because the girl in question is young and he is about her father's age, eww.
"I also picked up that everyone here is under the impression that we're together." In fact many young women from the pack were quite shocked that Alcide would bring a non-Were to the pack leader's funeral. They were jealous also. 'I hope that this doesn't mean anything more than a friend giving me a lift to a funeral, but I am starting to get the idea that I am wrong.' Sookie thinks to herself.
"Would that be so bad? I can't think of a better woman to be my mate." Alcide whispers as they sit down beside his father and Christine. 'God knows I have waited this long for a chance with her. She is the only one that has been there constantly. I want her in my bed so bad, it kills me. Her long blonde hair draped all over my pillows.'
Why do I always get in these situations? Sookie thinks to herself, while Furnan and Jackson Herveaux posture to the crowd. She fumes silently during the eulogy. To think she got sucked in again.
While looking around for something to focus on other than Alcide and his thoughts of them mated, Sookie notices that the bald man is looking at her. She can tell that he is a supe of some large kind, but could not figure out what.
The ride back to Bon Temps was riddled with stress. Sookie is still fuming about being pulled into Were politics once again without her knowledge. Alcide's assumption that she would acquiesce to his wants without a word was enough to tick her off alone.
At one time, Sookie envisioned herself with the man beside her. Now, not so much. Heck, she was second guessing even being friends with him. He keeps things that she should know about from her all the time and pulls her into dangerous situations just as much as the vampires, even though he says that they are more dangerous than the wolves.
Alcide pulls up to her back door and Sookie launches out of the car. "Sookie, please talk to me. We could be great together. You know it." 'Please baby, I want my chance to be with you. I would love you; hold you and we could have as many children as you want. I am ready for it all with you. All I need is for you to say yes.'
She turns to him. "Alcide, I really don't see how. I saw your nose twitch when you got out earlier. You could smell Debbie right?"
Alcide nods at her dumbly.
"The night of the Witch War, after you abjured her, Eric and I walked into the kitchen here. Debbie was seated at the table.
Before Eric even closed the door, she fired at me. Eric flew in front of me and took the bullet. She cocked the gun again, but before she could get another shot off, I shot her with my brother's shotgun.
Eric took care of the body and her car. He still has no idea of where they are now. He can't remember any of what happened when he was under the spell." Alcide winces at her hard voice as much as her words.
"I could not be in a relationship with someone who will someday look at me and say "She shot my first love.".
"I get it. You will be expected to be at the contest as a friend of the pack." He turns and soon drives away.
