A/N: Readers, you've arrived at the last chapter, this was one of the reasons that I wanted Franklin to survive and be in season four, he provides so much good material. Did anyone think that Franklin's death was going to be more epic than it was? I was expecting Franklin to have a physical battle with Tara and be heartbroken as she killed him, or for him to accidently disrespect the memory of Talbot because let's face it , they never really got on, and be verbally and maybe physically slaughtered by the king, but getting killed by Jason stackhouse I hate to write, was a little...lame. [that was written before Sookie said it] But back to the story.

I looked round to see the country bumpkin move his gun on me. I hear this kid's a cop in training. I'm sure the rest of Bon temps will sleep easy once they know that Jason is protecting their crime ridden streets...not. I squinted at him, trying to keep this simple.

"This is a private conversation, it's none of your concern, run along" I said beginning to turn away from him and focus on what I was going to do next. Tara was as still as stone, petrified and totally knackered by it all, I was going to ask her to come with me but simple Simon had other ideas.

"Move the fuck away" Jason said. Who the hell did this kid think he was, dirty Harry? I walked up to him, confident that this man hadn't read his vampire handbook. I mean nursery rhymes seemed more his style.

"You gonna shoot me now?" I asked. "You do realise I'm a vampire, you can empty every round in me, and I'll heal" Jason aimed the gun at my face, but bitter about getting another face injury, I sped round the front of Merlotte's and the bullet landed at Tara's feet. She picked it up and looked at it curiously. "Wooden ones?" She asked Jason. "The only good thing the fellowship gave me" Jason replied. "You son of a bitch" I whispered.

"I heard that, stay away from her, or next time I won't miss" Somehow I didn't think that was true. Something told me Jason had missed out on a lot of things in life, mainly a good education and a hair stylist, but right now I had to think of my own safety. There's was no way I was gonna get killed by someone who had trouble spelling his last name. I gave Tara a sultry look to let her know I still cared and left, going back to the hotel. The good thing was that I knew Tara wasn't Jason's type. Jason was a visual person, he had to be, and preferred girls on billboards and on TV commercials, he'd never sleep with her, although me and Tara both knew that she wanted him to. While walking back anger bubbled inside of me as he put his arm around her and started to walk her home. His sympathy was so fake, why couldn't Tara see through him?

I went back to the hotel but couldn't take the thoughts whirling inside my head, Jason wasn't going to get her, no-one else was. I deserved her for christ's sake. Unable to sleep I went back out, conveniently spotting Jason coming out of Merlotte's he must have went cruising for skirt after he walked her home. See, Ladies this is one of millions of reasons of why he's not good enough for Tara. I sped up to him and pinned him against a car.

"What the fuck? Get off me!" Jason yelled.

"Not so trigger happy without your pathetic pistol are you?" I growled. Jason turned away and tried to wiggle away from me, but my grip was too strong. Honestly I just wanted to shake him like a rat until his pea-sized brain shut down. Looking at him up close, I realised he wasn't that good looking either. About a month after I was turned, a girl vamp who preferred her own race bit me and infected me. When I finally found someone or rather, something, that specialised in vamp illnesses I was told to sweat it out. I burnt energy by exercising at home during the day and hikes during the night. It still didn't stop the symptoms though, I was leaking blood clots, discharge and mucus and nearly had to chain myself to the bathroom so that my jeans didn't have the tie dye effect. My point is every poision specimen I produced in the bathroom looked better than Stackhouse. That may sound mean but he pushed me too far. How dare he tell me to stay away from Tara, from what I hear women need to stay away from him, two of his last girlfriends were killed, he needs to take a look at his own glass house before throwing stakes at mine. I can see the fear in his eyes and I like it, I want him to be scared. Although at the back of my mind I know I can't kill him because then Tara will hate me more that she may already, if that's even possible.

"You ain't good enough for her" Jason spat out.

"Speak proper English, you twerp" I told him calmly.

"She don't want you"

"That's what you want to think" I said letting him go, but he straightened out his shirt and gave me his typical "dumb" look or maybe that's his usual face, but anyway, he listened to what I had to say. "It must really piss you off, you take women for granted all the time. Tara's always been in the background to you, she's never been good enough"

"That ain't true" Said Stackhouse.

"I'm not finished, she finally meets the guy of her dreams and you can't handle it"

"Ya mean Eggs?" Asked Jason.

"No, me...who's Eggs?" I asked.

"Her ex"Jason began. I dunno what you've heard about me, but it's not just cause you're a vamp, I swear, you took advantage man, you really did"

"I could say the same as you" I said while Jason looked at me with one eyebrow arched. "Takng advantage of Tara's good nature, continuously flaunting your cheap pieces of trash in her face"

"Ya mean women?" Jason asked.

"No Tax discs, of course women" I said getting annoyed. "Iwas merely trying to make her see sense"

"Really? Is that why ya fangs popped out? Jason asked.

"You on the other hand force her to feel pain everytime you show off a new piece of arse" I said. "You must have known the depth of her feelings for you" Jason looked at the floor and scratched his head. "Well, no, not for years"

"I'm shocked a smart guy like you mssing those signals" I joked, but he didn't get it.

"I know, but her cousin told me"

"The V dealer?" I asked.

"Yeah"

"Where did he tell you?"

"At his place" Jason said.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why were you at his place?" I asked.

"We're friends" I was quite suprised, ever since Jason came on my radar, I thought his friends had to be fluffy and cuddly like Barney the dinosaur, or big bird from sesame street. Even Kermit the frog had better vocabulary than Stackhouse. Jason shuffled his feet and put one hand in his pocket. I knew he was hiding something.

"A litte strange though, I mean you're completey different. You're a rugged ladies man and he's a gay, camp V dealer, who offers vampires his personal services"

"So? He's cool to me"

"Yes when he gives you V, isn't that illegal?" asked him.

"It's also illegal to corner girls outside bars"

"So, you are a subscriber to Lafayette's spree on V " I smiled.

"Fuck you" Jason stormed off, and I went to Tara's house just to see if my invitation was still vaild. I knocked on the door and as soon as she opened it I shut the door and held her to the wall, with one hand covering her mouth. "Can I talk to you?" I asked. She roughly nodded but just in case I carried her squirming to her room. I put her on the bed, but as soon as I sat on it as well, she began to hyperventilate. I tried to get her to lay down on the bed but she pushed me away and I ended up sitting on the floor. I stared up at her like the precious idol she was, desperate to make her see we could have a future and we were going to have it together, dammit.

"Tara, about the whole thing at Merlottes..." I began but Tara cut me off.

"I meant it, I'm done"

"We can never be done, we're meant to be"

"Bullshit"

"Tara, all my life, even when I was alive I was searching for you, now I found you, do you honestly think I'm just going pick up sticks and give you my blessings to shack up with someone else? And for the record Jason is hooked on V but will never feel that way about you"

"You have no right to judge him" Tara said indignant. "He don't kidnap people like you do"

"I took you a mansion Tara, protected you, proposed to you and what thanks do I get Tara? I get attacked on the morning of our wedding day"

"You need serious help" Tara said, leaning against the wall.

"No, I just need you to say we're ok, I can forget about the bride-beater incident. I can forgive you" I said reaching for her hand, put she pulled away. "I can't forgive you" Said Tara not able to look me in the eye.

"Well then I'll stay until..." I started to say.

"If you stay, I'll stake you with one of my mama's crosses downstairs, or I'll get a lighter and set ya on fire, even if I get burnt, I'll tell you how much I hate your fucking guts everytime you try to close your eyes...bottom line, I want you gone" She said, touching her shiny teeth with her tongue.

"Well you can't always get what you want" I said and she gave me a dirty look. "But if you're sure..."

"I'am"

"Then I'll go" I took one last look at her face before I walked out and shut the door, but smelt her door before I left to see if I could smell her scent but to no avail. When I got back to the hotel I was confused as to why she had so much hatred towards me. Maybe she just didn't want to get married yet, even so, we could at least try living together. I knew this was a result of Stackhouse's brainwashing. I had to find a way to get rid of him for good. Scanning through papers I found the number that I thought could prove useful. I rang him and hoped he wouldn't cut the line dead.

"Yes"

"Mr Northman, this is Franklin mott, I assist the king in personal matters"

"Right" Said Eric.

"It's seems that Mr Jason stackhouse is addicted to the substance of V"

"That has ben duly noted and will be dealt with" Eric said in a cold tone. But I knew that that wasn't enough so I decided to lie to get Eric riled.

"I also heard Stackhouse in Merlotte's, it seems he's joyous at the death of your maker" I said, glad I was touching a nerve.

"Excuse me" I could tell Eric was irritated so I decided to explain, well, lie further.

"Talking about Godric, typical guys getting drunk, but Stackhouse thinks well, Godric sold out"

"Sold...out" Eric said the words slowly and I hoped that anger was delaying him.

"Yes, Sir, they were all saying how your maker was a coward, going up on the roof because he was too much of a loser to face humans...I guess Stackhouse just didn't understand his reasons, which makes Stackhouse feel that Godric is somewhat, beneath him" I told him. Eric ended the conversation without a word and if Eric cared for his maker as much as vampires had been gossiping about, Stackhouse would be sardines and then nothing could get in my way.

Another A/N: Thanks for the reviews and thanks for reading.