Old Soul (A True Blood Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: Louisiana

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Chapter One: Louisiana

Sweat dripped from every pore of my body from the scorching sun of the south. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun to get the sticky hair off my skin. I really wasn’t use to this. Living in the north had its perks in the summer and the south had its perks in the winter. Too bad I was in the south during the summer instead. Ray, my Great Pyrenees, trotted beside me. His pants were heard over the sound of the cicadas and other disgusting bugs. A mile back I had given up from swatting the torturous flies away, because they would always end up coming back.  I wasn’t used to so many bugs either.

Screw this! I took off my shirt and stuffed it into the front of my suitcase. It barely made a difference but it helped. I kept my shorts on, they were already short enough.

So here I was, a runaway, walking down a never ending road to God knows where with only a bra and shorts on and a giant white fluffy dog trotting beside me. It would suck is someone drove past. Although no one has yet to drive past since I have started walking on this road.

I was already regretting going down south. I should have gone west. It wasn’t as hot.

“Ugh stupid sun. Stupid bugs. Stupid dirt. Stupid Louisiana!” I muttered as I trudged down the dirt road.

As I complained I faintly heard the sound of tires on dirt. I didn’t turn around until the truck started slowing down. It pulled up beside Ray and I. Inside was a blonde haired man with a charming crooked smile. He was very handsome with his hair swept off to the side in a just-woke-up-but-still-hot style. His skin was so tanned it would make any girl envious. I was snow compared to his bronze complexion. He had on a sleeveless-shirt on so that I could see his defined arm muscles. This guy was almost perfect. Almost.

“Hiya! Would you like a ride?” He asked in the sweetest southern accent.

Alarms went off in my mind, screaming “Stranger Danger” but I paid it no attention. He had this boyish face that appeared that he could do no harm. All he was doing was showing Southern Hospitality. It would be rude if I turned him down, wouldn’t it?

Before I could answer, the man’s eyes widened before they were shielded by his hand. I was surprised by his action until he said, “Umm I think you should cover up a bit.” I let out a small squeal as I realized that I was only in my bra.

“Oh I am so sorry! I was just so hot because I’m not from around here. Northern girl you see. I just thought I could at least try to cool down some by taking my shirt off but it really didn’t help. I’m just so hot!” I let out in one breath. When I have an extreme emotion, like being really embarrassed, I talk especially fast. That goes with being nervous and really excited. I have never gotten angry, just really depressed. I have never been an angry person.

I heard laughter from the truck as I was racing to get back my shirt. I was going to ask why he was laughing when he said. “Sorry miss for laughing but I couldn’t help but notice that you have a big ass brown spot on the back of your pants.” I snapped up from being bent over and immediately put my hands on the back of my pants. I removed them to feel a sticky hot substance. Bringing my hands up to my face, I inspected what it was. The man in the truck was watching me inquisitively but then it changed into disgust when I smelt it.

I laughed, “Don’t make that face. It’s only chocolate. I was sitting next to these little boys on the bus since Memphis.” He nodded his head, understanding. As I was telling him this I had wiped my hands on my pants and pulled out my shirt. After putting my shirt on, I unbuttoned my shorts to change them.