I couldn't understand how the hell my day could start so normally and ended with me rescuing a gorgeous blonde from a rapist. I looked back down at a woman who I had never seen before today, yet I felt a need to protect her. Sookie Stackhouse.

"Hmm, strange name", was my first reaction when I originally scribbled down her information.

It had been an ordinary call on an ordinary Wednesday morning. The lady on the other end seemed kind of jittery and I had assumed she was just upset about her car not working. I cleaned some of the engine grease off my hands and changed my shirt. I had been in the middle of replacing a carborator. I didn't have anything else planned for the day. I had thought of getting some of the guys together for the game. Today was supposed to be LSU against Auburn college football.

I hauled myself into my tow truck and started down the beat up gravel road to get onto the highway going into Bon Temps. By the time that I arrived at the foot of Hummingbird Road, it had been about twenty three minutes since I left the shop.

As soon as I stepped out of the truck, I could sense something was wrong. There was a tension in the air. The mixture of smells was confusing. Blood and cleaning products were the first ones to hit. I could tell somebody had been trying to cover up something with the "pleasant" smell of Lemon Pledge. While those two scents were coming from the farm house, I could also detect coolant was leaking in copious amounts from the yellow Datsun parked on the side of the house.

I barely had any time to investigate before I heard the first screams. I could tell it was a woman and it sounded like she was fighting for her life. Without hesitating, I changed into my wolf form and started sprinting towards the sounds of (who I presumed to be) Miss Stackhouse's screams and the overwhelming odor of fear.

The sight I came upon made me furious. Some sick fuck was strangling her with a belt of all things. I had to repress a growl while I stalked around the perimeter waiting to make my move. Unfortunately, that's when this guy decided he was going to rape her as well. I felt ashamed that I didn't stop him from hurting her. I would make sure he didn't hurt her or anyone else again though.

I ran at full speed and tackled the bastard so he wasn't on top of her anymore. I saw him scrambling to reach for an antique shotgun and took the opportunity to grab a hold of his neck. He frantically tried to loosen my bite, but I clamped my jaw all the way down until I heard the crunch of his spinal cord.

I looked over at the woman I had saved. She still had her hands cuffed behind her back, gasping for air. A tendril of slobber connected her to the damp grass. Her eyes were looking far away. Though she was staring straight at me, she had gone somewhere else to cope with the attack. I shifted back into my human form and she outright fainted. Great.

I searched through dead guy's pants and shirt to find the key to those fuzzy purple handcuffs. I very carefully removed them from her wrists and pulled her sleep pants back up, noticing she had a nice ass and was very pretty overall, but now was really not the time to be considering these things.

After looking her over for any serious injuries, I hoisted her into my arms and started walking back towards the house. I thought over the only conversation we'd had over the phone. Had she known that somebody was coming for her?

Another faint smell wafted from her body that made me internally groan. It was vampire blood; not a whole lot, but enough to notice it. That just made this situation even more horrible. She was either a blood head who used vampire blood as a drug or she was somebody's pet.

Who the hell was I supposed to call about this? I wasn't a part of the pack. I preferred to go the lone wolf route. I tried to think of anybody with some kind of authority that I could call. A discreet call to Alcide told me what I already knew. This woman was in a lot of trouble, but I couldn't just leave her.

I also didn't know how I was supposed to explain the ripped up corpse in her woods to the police and I wouldn't get them involved at least until she woke up. It was then it occurred to me that I was now a murderer. I was used to taking down deer and rabbits on my full moons, but this was a person… well maybe at one time he was. I couldn't really feel any guilt about killing him. The scumbag deserved to die.

I gently settled Miss Stackhouse on her sofa and put a ratty afghan over her to keep her warm. It would be best to deal with cleanup before she woke up. I took a moment to just look at her. Her eyes were shut tight with a grimace on her face like she was in pain. I grabbed hold of her hand and gently squeezed.

"It's going to be alright." Instantly the scrunched up lines on her face smoothed out and her breathing returned to a normal rate. I could tell now that she was more than just pretty. She was freaking gorgeous. No wonder she was such a danger magnet. I let go of her hand and went to find some trash bags to dispose of the scumbag in the woods. As soon as I entered the kitchen, let alone looked at it, I could tell that's where the smell of all the blood and lemon pledge was coming from.

"I'll bet you're going to have quite the story to share when you wake up."

I found the trash bags and started back towards the clearing we had come from. The problem was I couldn't find it. I couldn't even smell the blood anymore. I walked around the area several times just scratching my head and wondering if I was losing it. I ended up tripping over a heavy branch and did a face plant in the grass.

I looked around to see what the hell I had tripped on when I saw the same shotgun the dick had tried to use on me earlier. I started to feel a lump in the back of my throat. If the shotgun was here, where the fuck did the body go?

I didn't have much time to contemplate that question before I heard her start screaming from inside the house. I grabbed the shotgun, just in case, and started sprinting towards the house.

A/N: So, what do you think of Tray? Can you guess who we'll be hearing from next? As always, I appreciate any feedback. It's kind of weird writing from so many different perspectives and making it believable. If you need something fun to read I recommend "The Love Boat, Viking Style". It's a little cheesy with all those moments that make you go "Awwww". I hope that helps.

Love,

PIP