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That's Not My Name	By : marksandspence Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 6314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have not created the True Blood (credit to Charlaine Harris & Alan Ball) or BtVS universes (credit to Joss Whedon) and do not have any claim on the characters other than the ones I have added. I make no money off of these stories.

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Chapter 26
Peia was looking forward to her writing session at Merlotte’s. She found the bustle and noise of the Saturday night crowd soothing, so long as she had her booth at the back. Somehow the surrounding roar focused her mind. She’d had to bargain to keep her booth at such a busy time – compensating Sam for the space. He didn’t argue for much, as he knew she would drink a bit and even grab a bite and in the end, stay until closing time as she had done in the past. What she didn’t know is that Sam had begun to use her presence as a selling point. With the continued violence toward humans erupting regularly around the region, Peia’s presence meant some degree of protection for his patrons. So what’s the harm in letting it drop in conversation here and there when she was likely in for the night? He stopped short of making flyers, taking Sookie’s advice that she might look unkindly at such blatant advertising. It was supposed to be her night off, after all.
Bill was out of town on vampire business and so Eric had been particularly distracted with the minutia of maintaining the front of power and normalcy. Peia didn’t mind the lack of attention and took the opportunity to indulge her hobby. She had gotten deep enough into her current story that she made arrangements to spend the weekend at Sookie’s. Eric was far from pleased to have her away from his bed for multiple days, but had learned to appease her panic by loosening his grip. Since his drunken confession, Peia had become more distant. Not cold – nothing so extreme. Just careful. Or careless when it was important to subtly discourage him. She did this with intention, but not malice. Whenever guilt or doubt began its inward seep, she would remind herself that she didn’t sign up for this – this wasn’t what was promised.
Peia’s heart pounded as her fingers tapped furiously on the keyboard of her laptop. There was a wildness in her eyes that was enough to clue most folks to stay away. Sookie always kept her distance when she got that look, as the flood of thoughts emanating would quickly break the barrier she erected to block the sound of other minds. So intense was Peia’s focus, that she failed to notice the approach of a man who had entered the bar moments before and after a brief scan, made a direct line to her booth. He was rather large and churlish like a bear, but the way he moved through the crowd showed an inner stealth that was incongruous. Without a word, he slid into the booth across from Peia.
It wasn’t until he spoke that she acknowledged his presence. Until then, she refused to accept the reality of him.
In a rather sinister, foreign sounding voice, infused with a low chuckle, he said, “So you are the hybrid.”
With a sigh, Peia looks up while continuing to type.
“It’s my day off,” she states, intentionally not responding to his statement. She looks back down at the screen of her laptop.
“We are quite curious about you.”
Still not looking up, “Is that the royal ‘we’?”
“Perhaps. I simply seek an audience. I have traveled quite a distance.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but I'm just a girl,” she nearly pouts.
“Is that so? Word around here is that you are a Deputy.”
“Nope. Sheriff Bud is at table in the far corner if you want to ask him. Now if you’ll excuse me…”
“Humans. Hardly”, he responds with dismissive disgust. “They come because you are here. They come to feel safe. It is known, this.”
“It’s my day off,” she repeats, a growing irritation in her tone.
“Answer my questions and I will be on my way.”
“No thank you.”
Peia was beginning to suspect that this was no random vampire looking to test his skills. She had been warned repeatedly not to engage with out-of-towners. Her unique abilities were known locally, but the AVL was vigilant about insisting her origins remain a mystery. And the less others new about her strength, the better.
“Perhaps I am growing a bit peckish,” he growls threateningly, turning his head to scan the room. “How quick are you?”
“Listen, I don’t want any trouble,” she says as she calculates how long a disruption each potential scenario might entail. “I work for the Sheriff, Eric Northman. Not a Deputy, because I’m not a vampire. But it truly is my day off so if you’ve got business to discuss…”
“Oh, it is most definitely you I have come to see. But, of course, you don’t just work for Eric, now do you?”
“Oops, you caught me. I fuck him, too. I am a fang-banger, but don’t get any ideas – he’s the possessive type. Are we done?”
Without waiting for a response, she looks back down to her laptop and starts typing again.
“Are there more like you?”
“Fang-bangers? Sure. I’d set you up, but you’re not nearly attractive enough for any of my friends.”
“Hybrids,” he repeats, as if she hadn’t understood the question.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head dismissively, still focused on her laptop. Still not looking up, “Like I said before, I’m just a girl…who knows how to handle some silver.”
“Are you connected? Can he summon you?”
She ignores him completely.
“How were you made? Are you immortal?”
Peia continues to give no response.
The stranger becomes visibly agitated at her lack of attention and in a swift motion with his clenched fist, slaps the lid of her laptop shut, crushing the base in the process.
“Holy Shit,” Peia exclaims as she leaps to her feet, genuinely surprised. “I can’t believe you just did that,” she gasps. Then, after a second, her eyes darken, “I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT.”
In a moment, she whips out a silver chain, expertly tosses it around his neck and proceeds to drag him out of the bar. Once outside, the stranger, seemingly unaffected by the silver itself fights back, rather clumsily. Peia is angry and kicks his ass more than is necessary. Laying on his back, the man says nothing as Peia swings a shovel. She catches herself at the last minute and instead of crushing his skull with it, she guides it to hit the ground next to him. In frustration, she just kicks some dirt at his face, “It’s my day off!”
A creepy smile erupts on the stranger’s face. Before her eyes, he morphs first into a woman, then to a snake and slithers away into the bushes.
“Shit.”
Peia reaches for her phone and calls Eric. Getting voicemail, she leaves a message,
“I think I may have messed up. Call me.”
She rubs her eyes and then strides back into Merlott’s. She walks back to her crushed computer, downs her drink and packs up to leave. Too late to find a computer tech service to see what can be salvaged from the machine, so she will go back to Sookie’s and head into town in the morning.
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Author’s Note: That is as far as I got before taking a break. Since I abandoned this WIP last year, I have had a few readers contact me, looking for resolution. In truth, I will not be able to continue on as I had done, because there would likely be another 10 to 15 chapters minimum to get through the rest of the plot adequately. So what I thought I would do in order to give myself and others some closure, is to type up a plot synopsis. Because I love dialog so much, I may insert a few key lines or mini-scenes. But other than that, I am going to just summarize what happens in the rest of the story. Hopefully I will have that written soon-ish. Thanks for reading!
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