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Chapter Two: Shut Up and Let Me Go.

"Twenty," I said, "You are going to have to pay me twenty dollars." I glanced back over at the man, who had to have been staring at me for the past fifteen minutes.

"I'm not paying you twenty dollars for something you would do anyway," Sam shook his head, "No way."

He stood up, and started the walk over, "He's really cute, Merlotte. I could so easily-"

"Thirty. I will give you thirty dollars."

"Sold."

"Hey, baby," the blonde said, leaning against the bar and turning his head to look at me, "How is it that I have never seen you before?"

"I'm gay," I said, "Now shoo." I couldn't help but smile at him, after all, he was cute – in a way I didn't really know how to describe, but I was even more intrigued by the way he was currently studying me, as if he didn't believe it was true. He had a good eye.

He frowned, and looked back at his table, he stood there for a second, obviously embarrassed, "Okay then," he swung around and walked away.

I held out my hand, "I want my money." Sam was currently biting so hard down on his lower lip that I thought he was going to hurt himself, and then suddenly exploded with laughter, rummaging through his pockets.

"You deserve it," he said, slapping the money into my open hand, "That was hilarious."

"I'm glad you feel that way – Damn. You made me turn that down?" I said, my voice shooting up an octave, "I'm twenty-three years old, and I haven't gotten laid in-"

"Hey!," Sam said, "I do not need to hear the end of this sentence." He kept chuckling.

I looked up at him, frowning, "Hey yourself. Once again, twenty-three," I smiled, giggling to myself, "I'm not fifteen anymore."

He smiled, "I know. Trust me, I know."

I raised my eyebrows, "Oh, this is interesting," I giggled, "What's that supposed to mean?"

His head was down, and he peered through his hair, "I have eyes," he chuckled, "I can see you're not fifteen."

"But you didn't say it logically," I leaned forward a bit, "You said it all," what was another word for sexy? "Non-logically. Like there was a story behind it." I was a loser.

He leaned forward, next to me again, "That guy who came up here earlier, that's Jason Stackhouse."

"Sookie-"

"Her brother, yeah," he said, "Now, that beer in his hand, is his second beer of the night."

"So?" I said, looking at Sam curiously. He was so close; he had to realize how close he was.

"He doesn't loose his standards until beer five," he smiled.

"How high are his standards?"

"Pretty damn high," he said, leaning back to make another drink.

I smiled, looking over at him. He was pretty damn cute, not really my type though. I preferred – well, I didn't really know what I preferred.

"He seemed so disappointed. I almost feel bad."

I smoothed out the front of my T-shirt as Sam continued laughing, until he finally choked out, "Don't. Sookie is gonna die when she hears you actually did that."

"Where is she, anyway?" I asked, "I kind of wanted to talk to her. I don't really think she received a good first impression of me," I frowned a little, "Are you going to give me another beer, or am I going to have to wait for a waitress to come up here?"

"Sorry," he said, grabbing one quickly, "She'll love you, just wait. I can't believe you two didn't know each other when you used to live down here."

I shrugged, "I was a loner." Not to mention the fact that I spent most of my free-time in the form of my neighbor's dog, Daisy.

"I think you're overreacting. It's not like you're friends with Eric or anything, right?"

"No," I said, "More like acquaintances." He smiled. I smiled back.

My phone decided that this would be a good time to start buzzing obnoxiously in my pocket, and I pulled it out. "Layfayette?" I said, a little shocked, "Hello? Is everything okay?"

He, apparently along with Sookie, had the night off.

"I need you at my house, as soon as you fuckin' can be," he said.

"Why? What's wrong?" I said, "I told-"

"That vampire bitch is in my window."

"Vampire…" I searched me head, "You mean Pam? Pam is at your house?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know her name?" he asked, seeming incredibly irritated.

"That bitch," I said, standing up and contemplating whether or not to down the rest of my beer before I left – I opted that this is not a good idea, "She's fucking crazy. I- Ugh, I've gotta go. I'll find out where you live and be there in ten."

"Make it five."

"I'll try," I turned off my phone and looked at Sam, "I've gotta go."

"How are you so busy?"

"I'm a busy girl. You'd better appreciate the time you have with me," I said jokingly, biting my lip before asking, "Where does Layfayette live?"

He rested his hands on the bar, and turned his head to the side, "I'm pretty stupid for talking to you, aren't I?"

I shrugged, "I guess it depends all on how the future of this little friendship turns out. I'm hoping for the best. Now, I seriously need to know where Lafayette lives. It's a matter of… well, if he doesn't let her in, she's not going to kill him, but there's an extremely pissy vampire at his house right now and if I don't get down there and threaten her with a nicely placed phone call, she's going to fuck me over."

"You used to be so innocent," he said sourly, frowning a bit, "Here's the address," he grabbed a pen and scribbled something down on a piece of paper, "Take a left, then go on until you hit this big tree that looks like," he paused for a second, looking up as if searching for a better word, "the tree of life from the Lion King-"

"Love the Lion King."

He laughed for a second, but just kept on going, "Go right. Then it's a straight shoot to Lafayette's, I take it it'll be the house with the vampire in front of it." He looked at me, "Be careful."

"What are you, my dad?" I said, leaning forward, and patting him on the shoulder, "I'd invite you along, but you have to get back to your job." I smiled, "Bye, Merlotte." I ran out the door and jumped into my truck.

I stomped on the gas and flipped open my cell phone, pressing a couple buttons until it started ringing, "Lafayette?"

"Where the fuck are you! She's still here, uh-"

"Adelyn," I said again rolling my eyes a bit, "Just, try to ignore her. I'm," I took a breath, "I'm really sorry about all this. It's kind of my fault she's there. She was told to stay away-"

"That fucking worked," he muttered.

"I know," I said dryly, "But, she's not going anywhere."

He was quiet for a second, "Okay. Okay," he said, "I'll- try. You're still on your way?"

"Got directions from your boss," I said, "I'm almost there."

"Wait. Sam knows you're comin' here? Aw, shit," he muttered, along with some more things I couldn't really understand.

I rolled my eyes, "Of course he knows- he's the only person I know in this entire town. Besides you, and honestly, I'm a little wary of anyone who's connection to me comes through the undead."

"If I get-"

"Sam wouldn't fire you," I said, "He's not stupid." I could help but smile a little as I said his name, "'Sides, he does not know what you do, why you do it, and who you do it for. Well, he knows Eric's involved. Honestly, I'm a little surprised he even knows who Eric is."

Lafayette didn't say anything, "I've always kinda thought Sam knew more than he let on," Lafayette muttered, "How the hell do you know him anyway?"

"Oh, I see ol' Pammy," I stopped the truck a bit back from Lafayette's house, "You have a back door or something?"

"I've got a window- can't you just come in through the front?"

"Well, I could, but… That's not a good idea. Trust me. I- I have to take some overly drastic measures to avoid running into Pam."

"Why-"

"I'll explain once I'm inside. Now. Listen to me very, very carefully. Remember how earlier I told you I wasn't locked up? That I had a-"

"Different screening process," he said, "I remember." He sounded a bit annoyed.

"Well, you're going to see why," I swallowed, "I will be entering from the back, now, no matter what you see enter, no matter what, if anything gets by that door, close it after it's through. Do you understand?"

"What-"

"Do you understand? I'm going to try to bring my things – how big is your window?"

"It's about a couple feet both ways. Couple feet off the damn ground, now what the hell are you going to be bringing into my house-"

"Lafayette, please, just trust me. It's the only way I'm getting there quick enough. Move what you can in front of the window, I'll be in fast."

"Okay."

"Okay," I've gotta go, you open that window, and be ready to shut it."

I turned off my phone, and stuck it in my bag, along with a few other things found around the car, then got out and pulled off my shirt and my bra, throwing them into the bag, taking off my shoes and socks, putting them into my bag, then my jeans, then my underwear. I shuddered a bit – it was surprisingly cold – and threw the bag across my chest. Then I shifted.

I shook myself out a bit. I wondered if I could jump into his window in this state – I wasn't sure how high foxes could jump anyway. I gave it a shot, and nearly hit my head on the truck's rearview mirror. Shit, I needed to be careful.

I started the walk, going around the outside, trying to keep myself out of Pam's senses, once I was sure she didn't see or hear or smell me at all, I broke out into a run, dodging the trees around me like I was in some sort of video game, stopping once I saw Lafayette's head poking out of the window, something colorful wrapped around it. I walked around the back and growled a little – he darted back inside. I smiled.

I thought I should get a running start, so I moved back all the way to the trees, and then ran forward so fast until everything around me was just a blur, then I jumped. It was fucking scary as hell, for a split second I was positive I was going to collide with the wall – thankfully that did not occur.

I was in Lafayette's… bathroom, which was cleaner than I had imagined, and I looked up, at Lafayette, who was staring at me like I was a hallucination. I tried to keep my footing without falling over, paws making a scuttling sound on the linoleum floor. I tried to nod towards the window, and he walked over and shut it. I shrugged off my bag, and opened it up, trying to convey that I needed to get dressed – he didn't get the message. He just kept staring at me, eyes wide, jaw slack.

I looked up and around, jumping into his shower, and tugging the curtain closed before shifting back, "If you won't mind," I said, "I would enjoy wearing clothes while calling Eric."

He looked at me, "Why-"

"Lafayette. Leave your bathroom." I closed my eyes, my head was pounding from embarrassment. I hated shifting in front of people. Maybe it was because this was the one thing I had to keep secret from everyone, and letting someone in on it made it just that much more possible that everyone would find out what I really am – not that I had a problem with shifting. I liked it. I just hated having to lie.

"Fine," he said, turning around and walking out, "Crazy bitch." If that was his new name for me, I was really going to hate hanging out with him.

I rolled my eyes, and stepped out, changing quickly. I grabbed my cell out of by bag, and toted my things into the living room, tossing the bag by the door.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked, "You just jumped through my window as a fucking dog!"

"I am not a dog," I said bluntly, "It was a fox. I stopped with domesticated animals when I was in my teens," I rolled my eyes, "Please."

"What are you?" he asked, looking at me with an intense curiosity I had not expected. He didn't really seem scared, probably because he knew I wasn't going to do anything.

Then again, it was still very unexpected, "A-"

"Shape-shifter," Pam supplied, leaning forward against the glass, "I didn't think that you'd give up your dirty little secret so soon. It's a little disappointing, really."

"Oh shut up," I said. I didn't actually think she could, "Yeah. I'm absolutely nothing like that thing over there," I nodded over to Pam, standing in front of the window with an overly-smug countenance. "I do exactly what you think I do. No special little tricks. No more, no less. And, I'd appreciate it if you didn't let anyone know about this." I looked at him seriously.

Pam laughed, "Oh, come on, it's not like you're anything special. You do no damage whatsoever-"

"I could sneak past you, couldn't I?" I smiled, "We're calling Eric. Well, I'm calling Eric."

"Not like he can do anything. He left. Don't you know that? I'm in charge until the sheriff gets back."

"He would never put you in charge of me."

"But he did."

I dialed, "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"You've talked to Pam?" Eric mused from his side of the phone, I looked over at Lafayette, who seemed freaked out to even know that he was in earshot from a technological standpoint.

"You could not have put that-"

"I didn't."

"What?" I asked, looking over at Pam, "She seems pretty confident that you did. Am I in charge of myself?"

He laughed, "That is something I would never do. I told Bill Compton to keep an eye on you. It'd be easy, seeing as he lives down there as well. You'll still report to me, just go to him-"

"In case we have any Pam-related problems?"

"Or problems in general. Honestly, Pam should really be a good ally to have."

"Whatever," I looked at Lafayette, "Listen, I've got to go, you've gotta call Pam and tell her to get the fuck off of Lafayette's property."

He hung up, no goodbye, of course, and I leaned back against the wall, sliding down into a seated position on the floor, my knees to my chest. I turned my head to the side and waited for Pam to pull out her cell, which she did, her face souring almost immediately.

She didn't leave, and I hadn't really expected her to. Eric would have given her a good old-fashioned talking-to, but he could not really make her leave. Her will was much too strong. I don't really understand why it is she dislikes me so, but I know that whatever the real reason may be, it wasn't something easily dissolved over the phone with a totally blind third party.

Pam looked over at me, incredibly disgruntled, much to my satisfaction. Lafayette made a noise, a weird snapping-whine combination that made me look up in confusion, "What?"

"What the fuck just happened?" he shouted, obviously keeping this pent up for the past few minutes was really getting to him. I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

He walked back a little, hands making their way up to his head, then back to his sides as he stared at me. I felt small, not scared, just small. "What do you think I mean?" he demanded, "You're not-"

"Listen," I said, looking up with weary eyes, "I know it's a lot to take in. Honestly, though, what do you expect me to say?"

He rolled his eyes, "I don't fucking know, but you better say something damn quick."

"I used to live here. That's how I know your boss."

He turned back, I'd stolen back his interest. I glanced over at Pam, who wasn't as disillusioned by my confession as Lafayette. She didn't care about where I used to live, or who I used to associate with, and I could see her mind wander as Lafayette smirked, "Really?"

"Yep," I nodded, "Skipped town when I was sixteen – don't tell him that though, he doesn't know."

"I'm guessing he doesn't know a lot," Lafayette muttered, he was pacing, I wondered if it was because of me. It was a tad selfish, I think, to suggest such a thing, but I was, as of now, an important part of this man's life – the one thing currently stopping him from freaking out over the possibility of being someone's midnight snack.

"He doesn't," I smiled a little, "Sit down, you're going to fuck up your heart rate."

"I'm fine," he snapped, I just nodded. I'm guessing he normally wasn't so moody, or hyper. Vampire blood has that sort of affect on humans, it's like it finds this dial within you, and turns your inner volume all the way up. Everything's overly exaggerated, from your sense of smell to your libido to your emotional reactions. "How did you know Sam? He's-"

"Older than me? Well, he's not that much older, I'm twenty-three-"

"For real?" he asked, looking at me with some surprise, "I would have said twenty one. Tops."

I raised my eyebrows, "I get that a lot."

"You never answered my question," he said after a second, like he was digesting what I was saying.

I nodded, "Right. Well, I used to hit the bar some nights to pick up my foster father."

"Anyone I know?"

"Not anyone you'd care about."

He just nodded. I guess he understood exactly what I meant.

"You turned down Jason Stackhouse," he said randomly, and I looked up with a quirked eyebrow.

"Who?" I asked, looking at him inquisitively.

He turned and smirked, head moving to the side. I could tell his mind was speeding forward at full force, and once again advised him to sit down. He complied. "The blonde hunk of testosterone that you – for some reason – would not entertain. I don't get it," he shook his head, "That boy is-"

"Not my type, really. And, more importantly, I'm not here to fuck, I'm here to watch you."

"Like a babysitter," he smirked, as if this was supposed to get me somehow.

"Exactly like a babysitter."

"Babysitters have their boyfriends over all the time," he said, nodding his head a bit.

Pam snorted behind the window. I shot her glance, "Find something amusing?'

"The concept of you mating is amusing, yes," she smiled, I felt my stomach lurch. I didn't think it was possible to dislike someone so… much. If Eric could ever, in a million years think that the two of us were similar, he's obviously let his mind go over the last thousand years.

"Fuck you," I said loudly, "And you too," I nodded to Lafayette, "Just because I don't want to mate," I sneered in the direction of Pam, "With him, doesn't mean anything."

"It means everything."

"Why would I want to touch something related to that Sookie girl, anyway? Anything Eric wants, I want to stay the hell away from."

He laughed a little, "Then hanging around Sam probably isn't your best bet, sweetie."

I looked back over at him, tearing my eyes away from the TV set, where I had decided it was best to rest my glance, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," he said, straightening himself up in his chair. I brought my legs out in front of me, stretching them out to see how far they would go. He watched me for a second, as I tried to feign my interest, before he said, "Sam's had a thing for Sookie since the second she walked into that bar and asked for a job."

"Wouldn't she know that?" was the first thing that popped into my head.

"She does," he rolled his eyes a bit, "But she's with that vampire."

"Bill," I said, "I've heard about him." I haven't heard anything good. My sources have stated that he's irresponsible, easily affected by his emotions, and to top it all off – highly annoying. Then again, Eric has his reasons to dislike Bill, so I didn't really know what to believe. Honestly, those traits he applied to Bill sound a hell of lot like me.

"Nice guy," he said, "A little uptight, but," he shrugged, not completing his sentence.

"Hm," I said, "So… Sam's got a thing for Sookie." I sighed. Does everyone in this town have a thing for Sookie? I was beginning to think so.

"Don't worry, he'd be blind to not have a thing for you, too," he smiled, "You're a cute lil' thing." He eyed me up and down, and I could feel myself grow a little uncomfortable. Not that I would disagree – I am a cute lil' thing.

Pam snorted again. "Please."

"Will you leave?" I said, "Eric is really just shortening my sentence every second I have to stay with you." Lafayette laughed, he was apparently tired, I could tell. Pam was wide awake though, and each time I looked over at her, he once again became aware that she was there, and was wide awake again, slightly terrified, and begging for conversation. So I obliged. "I don't have a thing for Merlotte, by the way." I leaned forward a bit, touching my right hand to the top of my sneaker, "I did; he's rather charming, and my little fifteen year old heart just couldn't stand it," I grinned, fanning myself jokingly, to which Lafayette smiled.

He nodded, "There's though damn jeans too," he shook his head, "Just about every woman in this damn town gotta acknowledge them jeans. It's weird that he doesn't seem to notice."

"He knows," I said, "That's why he wears them every day." I shrugged, "I sure as hell would."'

"You've talked to him about it?" he asked.

"Nope. I'm just smarter than the average bear," I shrugged again, looking over at Pam, who was looking at me oddly.

It didn't take long for our conversation to become so dull and pointless that Lafayette had fallen asleep. I couldn't, though. My mind was flickering through my life like a movie, and I was just sitting against that wall and watching it.

I'd moved in when I was twelve, just mere weeks away from actually being thirteen. It was almost summer, that awkward stage at the end of May, where everything outside screamed summer, but the calendar kept reminding you it was spring. The weird thing about almost being a teenager is that everything you do seems like it's this big step towards a new life. The thing is, there's something really terrifying about change, no matter what age you were. The things that aren't familiar are always going to be the scariest. I didn't get the chance to really be afraid though, all those thoughts I had about things changing was just intuition, nothing to really grasp onto.

I don't really remember much of the first summer I got there besides the whole shifting thing. I was outside one night, all alone, on the swing in the backyard. I didn't feel well, weird, really, it was something I'd never really felt before. Then before I knew it, I exploded. I was thrust into this situation, this new life, against my own will, and I had to deal with it the best I could with what I had. I never had the time to be afraid, and I didn't really have anyone to share my secret, not anymore.

But I was strong, and I was independent.

I learned to keep it quiet. Mom had always told me what I was going to do, what was going to happen, how I needed to react. I never really believed that any of this was going to happen, but it did, and remember spending my moon-lit nights as Daisy the dog.

I spent a ton of time around that bar, human and not. It was the only place I knew I could go where no one would recognize me – or Daisy.

But that's it. That's all the comes to mind when I think about what all happened back then.

I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall. It was so late. Outside, the night had gotten to that point where everything was so dark, that it almost seemed normal, like it was always going to be that way, and thinking that it was going to change was something unbelievable.

But, before I knew it, the day had come. Pam was gone, and I had fallen asleep curled against myself, leaning on Lafayette's wall.

Okay, guys. I'm really excited to know what you all think. This chap wasn't amazing, but it was pretty good. :P Some interesting stuff is coming up, and I hope you all decide to stick around and read it!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE/UPDATE!

Okay. Call me crazy - seriously, call me crazy, because I feel a bit insane. Am I the only person out there who doesn't care who ends up with Sookie? Does this make me a bad person? I mean, Sookie's okay, but I couldn't care less if she ends up with Bill or Eric - because I think she'd be good with both. I like Bill more (A lot more) but this doesn't affect my view of who should be shipped with Sookie - because I don't care. And besides, I'm a total Sam freak, the Bill and Eric debate doesn't really apply to me. ;P

Do you agree? Disagree? Disagree, but formally respect my opinion? I'd like to know. :]

OH! And, for those of you who read my other stories, "I Will…" is currently being worked on (I've written the chap, but I'm re-writing it due to some ideas I've gotten). And, UTG is also being worked on, so expect it after the "I Will…" sometime in the near future. I'm not as worried about it, since it's already so far along. Maybe even after chapter three of this, seeing as I can't STOP having ideas for this story (It could be my personal preference to Sam, or my amazing ability to pull plot out of nowhere.)

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