I found out recently that they have casted Portia for True Blood. I have issue with this because she is some pretty little twenty-something. I even read the character description and shook my head because they are making her a high powered, over sexed, beautiful attorney. I don't know about you all out there, but don't you think we've had enough of pretty people in the media? Why can't we see a real looking person for once? Someone who has to wear glasses, looks rather plain and maybe even a full figure? I don't know about you all, but can't you relate to that person a little better? Anyway, enjoy! :)

I got sick of Pam one night and decided to take a drive around town. I passed by Portia's office and saw the new window with fancy lettering. Much nicer than what she had before. I could feel the blankness of a vampire mind close by. Eric was making good and sure that his attorney was well taken care of.

I then decided to take a drive pass Belle Rive'. Rumors about town talked about work being done on the plantation. When I drove by, I saw the start of a massive project of painters. Portia's Jaguar and a brand new Lexus SUV was parked out front. No one in Bon Temps drove such vehicles. A front light was on and sitting in the wicker set was Portia and Arlo King. They appeared to be talking. Portia saw my car and waved.

I pulled over to the side of the street and walked up to the big regal house. Arlo was a giant quite literally. I figured he stood all of seven and half feet. With a gaunt face and a somewhat thin portionate build for a man who suffered from gigantism in his human life. Portia looked like a little girl sitting next to the giant vampire. A vase of flowers sat on one of the side tables. Callalillies of pinks and whites.

"Nice of you to pull on by, Sookie! You remember Arlo King," Portia said as she stood up. Alro stood up. Taller than the doorframe of the front door.

"Yes I do! Nice to see you again, Mr. King," I said. I wondered why the vampire came to Belle Rive'.

"Nice to see you too, Ms. Stackhouse," he said in that thick warm voice. I also noticed a bit of an accent. A southern accent like our own.

"Arlo came by for a visit," Portia said. I read in her thoughts that the flowers were from the vampire and she didn't want to let him in because of how Miss Caroline would react.

I can't read vampire thoughts, but the look of Arlo's face told me that this wasn't a matter of business. He seemed smitten with Portia. Arlo must've had a hard time with finding love, vampire or not. His size alone would be rather intimidating. Portia acted like she didn't even notice that Arlo was a giant.

"Mr. Northman told me a great deal about you, Ms. Stackhouse," Arlo said. Trying his best to make small talk.

"Please, call me Sookie."

"Arlo was telling me about his life in the circus during the depression. He is a fasinating gentleman, Sookie," Portia said and Alro looked down at his hands. The big vampire suffered from shyness all the sudden.

Most vampire don't like to talk about their human lives, but Arlo seemed to have opened up to Portia.

"I worked the freak show circut. There was not much for a person in my position to do back then. Physically I couldn't stand too long and I walked with a cane. Medical doctors couldn't explain my condition or remove the tumor that caused this," Arlo said. The giant vampire seemed sad as he held out his arms. "I didn't stop growing until the day I ..." Portia looked at the vampire with sympathatic eyes. I never thought I would ever see the day or night that a Bellefluer showed any kind of compassion for a vampire.

"Sookie, did you see these beautiful flowers Arlo brought me," Portia said. Changing the sore subject rather quickly. I admired the flowers and saw that shy vampire once again.

The world must've been a cruel place for someone like Arlo. The stares and the onlookers. I noticed his size at the press conference. It's not hard when you see someone two feet taller than you are. I also could tell that Portia had no real interest in the vampire, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings either. Portia wanted to get this whole lawsuit business done and over. She wanted to salvage what little of a normal existence she had left.

I stayed with Portia until Arlo left. She seemed very grateful that I came along. She brought the flowers into the house and took them straight to her room. She didn't want Andy or Miss Caroline to see them. Portia broadcasted like there was no end. She worried mainly about her relationship with Andy. Portia loved her brother and didn't like how this case put a wedge between them.

As soon as I got home, I dialed the number to Fangtasia from my bedroom telephone. It rang three times until a girl named Drusilla answered. Eric went through girls like he went through bartenders. This one seemed to have a brain in her head and she put me on to Eric.

"Ahhh, Sookie. What do I owe the pleasure?"

"I've got to ask you something."

"What is it, future lover?"

I blushed and I can't even tell you why. Eric has that effect on me. "What do you know about Arlo King," I asked.

"He is a giant. I guess you could figure that much out. Why do you ask, Sookie?"

"I think he's got a thing for Portia."

"There is that term again. What makes you say that?"

"He was over at her house tonight and brought her flowers."

"I guess he does have a 'thing' for her then. What is so wrong, Sookie?"

"You do know how Portia feels about vampires," I said.

"Yes I do, but can't Arlo have a moment of happiness. The poor vampire is not as strong as most nor is he handsome either. Arlo has lived a rough existence as a human and a vampire. The only reason his maker created him was only because of his size. People like Arlo were rare in those days."

"I know, Eric. It's just that..."

"I will have what you call a man to man talk with him. I can't have my attorney distracted."

"Go easy on him."

"I will. Is that all you want, Sookie? Or do you want me to pay you a little visit so I can rub myself all over you."

"Tell Pam she needs to learn to clean up after herself," I said. Eric laughed. He wished me a goodnight, but not before he made some more suggestions. He never gives up.