*Disclaimer* Not my characters. They belong to HBO or Charlaine Harris.

This is something I've had in my mind for a while, but I finally got it all out. I hope this to be a multi-chapter story, but I just recently moved, I've started with a new doctor, and everything is crazy right now! Ricky, of course, its amazing!

I have not abandoned my other stories. I'm just not sure where to take them right now. I'm just not sure where to take them right now. I've had a lot of writer's-block along with personal stuff going on.

Anyway's, as usual, read enjoy, and review!

It was a crisp, clear, sunny fall morning and we arrived at church, early, as usual. Gran always sat in the third pew from the back and I never questioned why. There was always an empty seat beside me, no one ever asked to sit there, which was fine with me, I was very shy. The only time I talked to people was when I was waitressing at work, and even then the conversation was very minimal.

I noticed that the groups and families were all filing into the church, trying to find a seat in the quickly filling room.

My mom used to drag me and my older brother, Jason, along with her to find a seat. Even though Gran always saved us seats, my mom would always worry about finding one. My dad would usually come in about 10 minutes later and head over to us after talking to his friends outside. My aunt, Linda, and my cousin, Hadley, who was a year older than me, would come in right before church would start. After church we would all head over to Gran's for a late lunch.

I missed that.

My parents and brother died in a car accident when I was 7 years old. My parents had dropped me off at my Gran's to spend the night while they took Jason to go see a movie. It was raining that night and the car went off the road and into the river where they all drowned.

I don't really remember much about what happened, but I remember my Gran dressing me in a black, floral dress and holding my hand during the service. It didn't really register that they were gone until I woke up screaming for my Mom but my Gran came in instead. That's when I finally got it. My parents and older brother were dead. All I had left were my Gran and my cousin Hadley. Hadley's mother had died the year before from breast cancer and her dad had abandoned her when she was a baby. Hadley lived with Gran too. At school Hadley was in a grade higher than me but people used to think we were twins because we looked so much alike.

Hadley and I were best friends until about 8th grade. I had no other friends than Hadley. Kids at my school thought I was a freak. A loser. Ugly. Fat. You name it, I got called it. Hadley would stick up for me but when she started getting noticed by guys and made friends with the popular crowd, I was left standing in the dust.

I remember her telling me that it was nothing personal and that she still loved me, but whenever someone at school started going off on me she would just stand there looking at the ground, not doing high school, Hadley left and she didn't tell us where she was going. Sometimes I miss her, but after everything, I'm sort of glad to not have someone like that in my life.

So here we were, the last remaining of the Stackhouse family, sitting in our favorite pew at church. Everyone was settling in for the start, as usual, when I noticed someone new come in. He was tall. Like, well over six-foot-giant-type, tall. I've always had a thing for tall guys, I mean, what am I saying? I've never been with anyone, so how would I know what I like? But this guy….he was perfect. He had short blonde hair and it was parted at the side and brushed back. He was wearing a dark sweater, black, or maybe navy blue, and gray pants. He had on a heavy winter coat, which I didn't understand. I mean, sure it's November, but it doesn't get that cold in Louisiana.

He was alone, from what I could gather, and he was gorgeous. He sat down about two pews in front of me and was quickly asked to move. The people behind him would not be able to see. He stood up, looking nervous, and his eyes met mine. He motioned to the seat next to me, silently asking if it was taken. I shook my head no and he made his way over.

He sat down, very close to me, and muttered a quick thank you. I didn't say anything.

The pastor made his presence known, but I was too distracted by the feeling of the man's leg touching my bare thigh. I was wearing a knee length dress, but it rode up slightly when I was sitting. All of the sudden I felt coldness where his leg had been touching mine and I looked up. Church was over. Gran told me she was going to wait out in the car, while I gathered our things. I knew I would be waiting at least a half hour before she was done talking to her friends.

The man next to me leaned over and said hello. I mumbled a quick response, unsure why he would be talking to me, but didn't say anything else. "

I'm new in town, would you like to show me around sometime?"

Well that surprised me. No one ever wanted to hang out with me. And what the hell was with this guy? He had to be at least 27 or older, while I was only just 21. "

Oh, I don't know. I'm maybe a little too young for you," I said, trying to get my things together after brushing him off.

"I would very much like for you to show me around," he said, looking very deeply into my eyes. When he said it, I felt a strange tingling somewhere between my eyes and forehead. It felt like something was tickling me.

"No, I don't think so," I responded quickly. I moved to get up but his hand shot out and grabbed my arm, preventing me from moving. I glanced down at his hand and then glared up at him. "Let go of me."

He snatched his hand away like I had burned him. "Sorry, I just didn't catch your name."

"That's ok," I said, standing up and grabbing my bag.

"Hey, wait!" he yelled, but I had already made my way out of the side door of the chapel.

Geez, what the hell? That man was so weird. I mean, who tries to pick up a girl at Church?

I made my way home and got changed for work. No more sunday dinners. I sighed as I pulled out my hair brush and ran it through my long blonde hair before securing it in a high ponytail. Gran understood that it was necessary for me to work. I was still saving up for college and paying for what Gran's social security check didn't cover.

I didn't really want to go to school, but how was I suppose to tell Gran that the reason was because I could hear the thoughts of everyone around me? So I lied and saved money for "school".

I headed out to work then. I was not looking forward to an evening at Merlottes. People were so filthy in their heads. But why shouldn't they be? It's their own private thoughts that they didn't plan or know I was hearing or seeing.

I walked in to the already crowded restaurant and was bombarded with everyone's thoughts. Geez, why couldn't everyone be quieter like that guy at church? At least I didn't hear anything from him, and I was even touching him…..wait a second…why didn't I hear anything from him?

I pushed those thoughts aside and headed back to Sam's office to put my stuff away. I grabbed an apron and notepad and started my shift.

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"Goodnight, Sam!" I called out behind me, while I opened the door to leave the building. I shivered slightly after feeling the cold wind and headed toward my car. I was halfway there when I felt as if someone was watching me. I looked around but didn't see anything. I even pushed my mind out to see if someone really was there but I didn't hear a thing.

"Weird," I mumbled. The whole day had been weird. I was ready to head home to a nice warm bath.

On my way home I still couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching me. When I reached our old farmhouse, I quickly got out and headed inside, feeling very grateful that Gran had left the back door unlocked, even though I was always begging her not too. I hated when she did that, especially when she was home alone. But since we lived in the middle of the woods next to a cemetery, she thought she was safe from any harm. Though if I learned anything from reading all those mystery novels that I secretly loved, it was that Gran was setting the stage to be a perfect victim.

When I finally made my way inside and had closed the door behind me, I took a deep breath. I was so focused on slowing down my racing heart that I wasn't aware that someone had approached me.

"Sookie-"

"AWW! Geez, Gran! You scared me," I yelled, jumping and turning around to see my Gran standing there, and thankfully not someone else.

"Sookie, dear! What has you so frazzled? You look like you've seen a ghost! Come on honey, I made some cookies." Gran took my arm and led me to the kitchen, where there was in fact a plate of cookies and a pitcher of milk.

On the nights that I worked late, I was almost always starving when I came home and Gran soon learned that. She usually made me a snack and would have it waiting for me when I got home. I hated that she stayed up late doing that, but she wasn't that old. She was only 62 years old, even though she acted much younger and was in perfect health.

"Come on, sweetheart, tell Gran what has you so jumpy," She said, pouring me a glass of milk. I took it and took a long swallow of it, letting it calm my nerves. I was not sure if it was the coldness or the protein, but whenever I was upset I almost always drank milk and it calmed me down.

"Nothing, really Gran. I just thought...oh nevermind, it seems so silly now," I said, taking a cookie off the plate.

"Sookie, something must have happened. Did someone say something to you? I haven't seen you like that since you were in high school," she said, taking a cookie of her own.

"Oh, no Gran, it was nothing like that. When I was leaving Merlottes, I just felt like someone was watching me, you know? I just couldn't get that feeling to go away," I replied, taking a bite of my cookie and noticing it was peanut butter, my favorite.

"Do you still feel like someone is watching you now?" she asked, looking very serious.

"Oh, Gran, it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I don't think it's anything to worry about."

"I don't know Sookie. You've always had intuition about these sort of things. But if you say it's nothing, I'll leave it alone." She yawned. "Do you still have the pepper spray I gave you?"

"Gran! It was just a feeling, I swear it. Nothing else happened."

"Ok, ok! Well, I'm going to head to bed. I'm beat." She stood up and gave my kiss on the top of my head. "See you in the morning, sweetheart."

"I'm going to bed too. Goodnight, Gran." After calming down and talking to Gran, I was sure that it was just a feeling.

I stood up and took the milk glasses over to the sink to rinse out. When I glanced out the kitchen window, I could have sworn I saw someone looking in at me from out by the treeline, but when I looked again, no one was there.

"Fucking weird." And with that, I went to bed.

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