A/N: Wow, this is my first True Blood story so I really hope you guys like it enough to review, follow, and favorite this story. I DO NOT OWN TRUE BLOOD OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT MY OC. Please give this story a chance and I hope you all like for what I have in store.

P.S. The girl in the picture is how I will be describing my OC just so you all know. My OC will kind of have slight resembles to her personality at first, but continue with the story and you'll find out that they are diffferent. Here's to more chapters.

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"Bon Temps?" her friend, Eva Monroe questioned curiously. She gave a light chuckle and tossed her silky black curls behind her shoulder and out of her heart-shaped face with piercing emerald green eyes and pale skin. She was always beautiful and some lovesick men had given her the nickname, "Siren". "What kind of a name is that?"

"It's a Southern town in Louisiana," Abigail answered as she put her suitcase and duffle bags in the trunk of her bright yellow beetle.

"And you're from there?"

"Yup," she answered calmly. "Apparently I moved away when I was just a baby."

"Why?"

Abigail shrugged and said, "I don't know really. Eva, you're forgetting that I don't know who my family was. In fact, just a few days ago, I didn't even know that I even had a family."

"Why do I get a feeling that you're not happy about this?" Eva inqured with a raised eyebrow and a 'you're not fooling me' look. Eva was her only friend. She was kind of a loner while Eva was a social butterfly. They were completely opposite of each other yet they were like sisters to each other.

Abigail sighed and put a stand of her blonde hair behind her ear. "I am-"

"Abby, you have a family. They found you. Isn't that what you always wanted? I mean look what you do for a living."

Abigail chuckled. "My job has nothing to do with my family."

"Abigail Thornes," Eva scolded with her hands on her hips, "You're not fooling anybody with that line. I mean come on; your job is finding people."

She scoffed lightly. "I hardly call being a bail bondsperson means that I was trying to find my family."

"You're really, really, really good at your job though."

"So do you want me to be bad at my job then?"

"No," she said then sighed in frustration. "All I am saying is that to give these people a chance, Abby. I know how…hard and distrustful you can be with meeting new people."

Abigail crossed her arms over her chest and gave a soft smile to her. "Eva-"

"Please, Abby. The Stackhouses are your family now. Give them a chance to prove to you that they can be that for you. I know it's gonna be hard for you to talk about your past with them because they are strangers, but keep an open mind while you're there." Eva told her.

Abigail looked away and thought it over. She knew that she should at least try to hear them out and not blame them for taking twenty-six years to find her, but…she always felt alone and whenever she looked at those happily laughing families, well, it would only remind her that she was just an orphan and that her parents didn't want her. No one besides Eva knew of that because Abigail was a private person and didn't let it break her. No. Instead she took those feelings and buried them in a deep hole that she dug when she was a little girl.

Abigail sighed and walked over to her friend, hugging her tightly. "I'm going to miss you."

"When you're in Georgia again, come and visit. Don't forget to write to me and call too." Eva said and tightened her hug a little.

"I promise…uh, Eva, you're squishing me," she said in a strained voice.

"Oh, sorry," Eva said as she pulled away.

Abigail was always surprised by how strong Eva was since she was so small. Abigail was a little shorter than Eva, but she had no problem with anyone taller than her. In fact, she would always stand up to people taller than her if provoked which was always the case since they always thought that they could pick on her because she was shorter than them. It never bothered Abigail.

Abigail Thornes had the typical Stackhouse appearance. She was pretty and blonde, but had beautiful fair skin and long blonde hair that was curly. Her eyes were hazel and she was told that she was scary when she didn't smile and very beautiful when she did…she suspected that the idiot who had told her that was drunk off his ass. She was slim and had a nice looking body though she never liked to show it off like most of the girls she knew when she was younger.

She liked reading books-always. Whether it was large or small, she would read them. She liked reading books because it was her gateway into a life that she wanted ever since she was a little girl. Her favorite story was Beauty and the Beast.

When she was a little girl she would look up into the stars and wish her heart out that a nice family would adopt her…but that boat sail a long time ago along with her hope. She never told people about that life because she didn't want their pity looks that they would give her like a wounded puppy or a hurt damsel.

Abigail Thornes was no damsel.

She got inside of the car and turned on the ignition.

Here we go, she thought as she drove to Bon Temps.

Abigail pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant named, "Merlotte's."

It was nearly sunset and she was told by her new grandmother, Adele that Sookie and probably Jason, her cousins would be there. Abigail had only met her once and that was in person. She was hesitant at first when she first met her and was quite, but Adele was different because she would ask her questions and be polite. She respected Abigail's silence towards her and understood her silence. Abigail appreciated how thoughtful the woman was to her especially since that was a lot to take in.

So here she is in Bon Temps and getting to know her family, not wanting to disappoint Adele when she asked if she could visit Bon Temps and possibly stay there with them. Abigail said that she would only stay for a month…just a month and Adele just smiled at her with a look in her old eyes that spoke otherwise. According to Adele, her cousins both knew that she was coming and knew who she was and what she looked like probably. Abigail wondered what they thought of her since they considered her apart of their family.

She stepped out of her car and locked it up tight just in case someone thought that it looked like a good car to steal.

She sighed and felt the palms of her hands start to sweat a little so she rubbed them down her jeans. Abigail wore a black leather jacket that fitted her well along with a white tank top and dark blue jeans with brown combat boots. She took a step towards the bar.

"Somebody stop that man!" A voice yelled through the bar as the door slammed opened and a man came running through with a bag in his hand.

He started to run the other way which was around the building when he saw her. Abigail thought as she ran on the opposite side of the building, why do they always run and think that they can get away?

She ran as fast as her legs took her since she was good at running and turned the corner of the building. She knocked the man over to the ground with her forearm and slammed his front to the ground. They were both breathing heavily, but he was breathing faster liked he was out of breath which he was. Abigail forced his hands behind his back and a second later a group or should she say crowd of people came from the building and to them with stunned looks on their faces. There were low whispers in the crowd and that made her uneasy since she never liked being the center of attention.

"Who's the police around here?" Abigail asked the crowd, her voice almost sounded commanding.

"That'd be me." An old man said and stepped forward. "Andy Bellefleur, cuff him."

A semi-bald man came up and Abigail forced the man on his legs with ease. She saw that half his face was red and there were some small bleeding cuts on his face with some glass in them. She handed him to the man and the old man came up to her.

"The name's Sheriff Bud Dearborne," he said, his Southern accent coming out clearly with his age. "What's your name, stranger?"

She held her hand out to shake his as she responded, "Abigail. Abigail Thornes."

He gave a small and polite smile to her when he shook her hand. "Abigail, huh? Is your grandmother Adele Stackhouse?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"That was some thing you did with that thief over there. Mind telling me what you do for a living?" he questioned.

She knew that she was being interrogated since she was new in town and just threw down a man. "I'm a bail bondsperson."

"Age?"

"Twenty-six. I've been doing that job for three years."

"You're pretty young to be trackin' people down."

"I'm smarter than you think."

He titled his head up a little and he sized her up. "How do you feel about them vampers?"

"They want to be like us and live in our community than they should be treated just like us. It's fair."

"Come on now, everybody back instead and finish your meal," Deputy Bellefleur said and the crowd started to disperse except for four people.

"I'm her cousin, Andy," Sookie argued.

"Yeah, so am I so you can't be telling us to go when we're her family," Jason said beside his sister.

"This is my bar," a sandy haired man said simply. "I have a right to know who helped me get my money back."

Abigail walked over to the trash bin where she saw the bag go under and bent down. She picked it up and handed it to him. "Then I think this belongs to you."

"Thanks. The name's Sam. Sam Merlotte," he said as he held out his hand to shake hers.

She shook his hand and replied, "Abigail Thornes, nice to meet you."

"I'm a friend of the family's," a girl sassed to Deputy Bellefleur. She looked towards Abigail. "The name's Tara."

She nodded at her then turned her attention to the sheriff when he asked, "How would you like a job here as a Deputy?"

"A job?" she questioned. "You barely know me. So why would you trust me?"

"By what you just did back there, it proves enough for me. Besides we could use all the help we could get around here."

She knitted her eyebrows in confusion. "Why's that?"

"Yes or no, Miss Thornes?"

"First tell me why?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow morning," he said and handed her a card then walked away. "If you say yes."

Abigail nodded and crossed her arms over her chest when she turned around and faced her cousins.

There was an awkward silence between all of them until Jason spoke up, "You're much prettier in person."

"What?" she asked, slightly amused by him.

"I mean, you look good in pictures too, but you look even better in person. Just thought you should know that."

She chuckled. "Uh, thanks…I guess."

"You hungry?" Sookie asked.

Abigail noticed the uniform and guessed that her cousin must work here. She sighed and said, "Sure, why not?"

They went inside of the bar and Abigail looked around. It was the typical local small town bar though she felt safe and comfort when she was here. She sat down at the booth when she followed Jason to it since everyone else had to go back to work. She felt the eyes of many people and noticed the dirty looks they were receiving.

"So how long you staying with us?" Jason asked across from her when she looked down at the menu. He was either oblivious to the dirty looks or just didn't care about them enough to look back.

"Just a month," she said quickly. "Just a month."

He gave her the same look that Adele gave her except this time he was smiling to himself. Abigail playfully rolled her eyes at him.

"So are you gonna take it?"

"Take what?"

"Take the job that he gave ya."

She shook her head. "I don't know, Jason."

"Oh, come on. You're gonna need some roots here just in case you decide to stay longer."

"Jason," she said. "I don't know. I already have a job."

"Just think about it. It won't be so bad when you think about it."

Sookie came up to them and sat across from her and next to Jason with a bright smile on her face. "So I heard what you said about vampires to Bud."

"And?" she drawled out.

"I want you to meet my boyfriend, Bill Compton."

"Oh, come on, Sook. She just got here," Jason groaned, clearly annoyed some way.

"Jason, I just want her to meet him since she will be seeing him more often." Sookie argued.

"I don't mind meeting him actually. He's a vampire, I'm guessing?"

Sookie nodded. "Yup."

"Sure."

"Great! So are you gonna take the deputy job?"

Abigail couldn't help, but smile and then groan, "Ugh."

"What? What did I say?" Sookie questioned, clearly confused.

"It's not you, Sook. She just doesn't want any roots here or somethin'." Jason told her.

"Why wouldn't you take the job?"

"I just need some time to think over about it," Abigail told them. "You guys are forgetting that I do have another life. With a job."

Their faces slightly fell at her words and Abigail shook her head. "I know that you guys want to be apart of my life and I get that, but-"

"We know," Sookie said with a soft smile on her face.

"It's hard," Jason finished, nodding.

Abigail nodded. "Yeah and it just takes some getting used to."

"Why can't I read your thoughts?" Sookie asked suddenly, a curious yet confused expression on her face. "I've been tryin' to read them ever since I saw you, but every time I try…there's nothin'."

She shrugged. "I don't know. Vampires can't glamour me too."

"Me too. Just like a couple of nights ago, a couple of vampires at Bill's house tried to glamour, but they couldn't. You should've seen the looks on their faces when they heard that," she laughed.

Abigail laughed with her. "I would've liked to. So what is exactly going on here in this town?"

Jason and Sookie each other a look then Jason said, "There have been murders goin' on. No one knows who did it."

"They're blaming a vampire," Sookie said. "Can't you believe it?! A fucking vampire, they still blame after everything."

"I know, Sookie, but that's just the way things are right now." She told her. "Though I have a feeling that things can and will get better around here."

Sookie gave her a smile and then stood up, taking out her pad she asked, "Anything I can get y'all?"

"I'm not hungry anymore so I think I should go home and start unpacking." Abigail said then glanced outside and realized that the sun had just set.

"You sure?" Jason asked.

She nodded. "If I don't start now then I'll never get to it."

They laughed and she waved to them good-bye as she left the bar. She stepped inside of her car and drove to the house. She carried her things in as the crickets chirped in the background reminding her where she was. It was hot, but not as hot as it was when she first arrived. Abigail knew that she would have to get used to it. She put her things down and whirled around when she heard a branch crack behind her. Her hand was behind her back reaching for her gun that she kept in her pants just in case something were to happen. Her eyes searched for any movement or sound, but nothing came out.

Creepy…

The door opened and Abigail whirled around with her gun still in her hand.

Adele put a hand over her heart and closed her eyes as she jumped then scolded, "Abigail! I will not have you parading your gun around the house."

Abigail immediately put her gun away and gave her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Adele. I heard something and got scared."

"Please call me 'Gran' after all you are my granddaughter," she said and Abigail carried her things inside of the house.

"Ok." She said.

"Are you hungry?" Gran asked her.

"Nope."

"Did you eat at the bar?"

"No."

She gave her a disapproving look and said, "You should east something. Come and sit down. I'll make you something to eat."

"Oh, no, you don't-" she tried telling her as she followed her to the kitchen when she closed the door.

"Sit," she said to the chair.

Abigail gave a small smile and sat down in the chair. Gran placed a plate in front of her which had some bread, mashed potatoes, corn, and a chicken breast. As she looked down at the food, Abigail felt her stomach growl lowly and her hunger beg for her to eat. Abigail dug in and Gran sat across from her.

"So tell me why you aren't taking that job that the sheriff gave you?"

She swallowed her food and answered, "I don't know."

"Yes you do. Now come and tell me, my girl. What is it? What's wrong?"

She sighed under her breath. "For the last twenty-six years, I only knew one thing and that was I was an orphan. I didn't know where I came from and had no family. Then you guys showed up and-and I don't know what to do around you guys really. I'm…I'm…"

"Scared?" Gran said. Abigail gave a tense nod to her grandmother. "I know it's hard for you. I know that it's a lot to take in, Abby. But you…it's just nice to have some roots here."

"Jason said the same thing, but I don't get it. What do you guys mean by 'roots' here?"

"Whether you'll admit it or not, you're going to be staying here in Bon Temps for quite a while so it would be best if you got to know some of the people. They don't trust you because you are an outsider and because of what's happening with the murders lately?"

"Yeah, about that, what's happening here?"

"I know that the police are doing the best they can, but it doesn't feel that way. Everyone in this town is scared because of it. In just one week, two young women were murdered. They accused Jason already." Gran told her.

That would explain the dirty looks I kept on seeing people give him. Abigail shook her head and gave a light chuckle. "Jason? Even meeting him the first time, I already know it wasn't him. Believe me, it's not."

"I believe you already. You have to be careful because the people in Bon Temps are very quick to judge when drawn attention to someone under a spotlight. A very bad spotlight." Gran warned her.

Abigail reached over the table after seeing the pained look on her face. She squeezed her hand and said with no hesitation, "I promise you that I will clear this up. I will clear his name."

Gran smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you, Abby. You remind me of your mother in your looks and you have your father's strong will and determination."

Abigail smiled at the woman and said, "I need to make a call. I'll be right back."

Gran nodded and Abigail stood up. She went outside and grabbed her phone. She pulled out the card the sheriff gave her and dialed the numbers. She leaned against the pillar of the porch and waiting.

"Sheriff Bud Dearborne," he answered.

"Sheriff, it's Abigail Thornes. I think that…" she sighed. "I think that a few roots here in Bon Temps wouldn't be the end of the world for me. Is that deputy job still available?"

"Why yes it is, Miss Thornes," he said.

"Good. Then I'll take it."

"Good, See you tomorrow morning at six, Deputy Thornes."

They hung up and Abigail sighed.

Damn it…I was just supposed to be here for a month, but I can at least try to clear Jason's name. After all he is family. I can't just sit there and not do anything. Not take advantage of the deputy job given to me.

Well, well…the irony in this is too good. I must be a fool.

TBC…

Well, there you guys have it. The first chapter done. I hoped you all liked it. Next chapter, we meet Bill and Eric! Yay! Just go with the deputy thing and having a job given to her right on the spot. This is a fanfic after all.

I again hoped you all really liked it and bear with me on this story. Will pick up next chapter, promise, but you know how beginnings go.

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