True Anarchy - A True Blood/Sons of Anarchy Crossover

Chapter 2

Charming, California

Sookie Stackhouse strolled down the street of the small town's main street with a new hitch in her step. This was the first time since she was born that she aimed to live anywhere else but the south of the United States, anywhere even outside of Louisiana and she viewed it as another adventure. An adventure away from supernatural beings, away from drama, and most importantly, a town where absolutely no one knew who she was, what she could do, or what she'd been through. It was time for a clean slate. She dressed herself in a modest, yet "charming" blue sun dress, her blonde hair falling in waves over her shoulders as she stopped inside each and every single business along that street whether they had a "Help Wanted" sign in the window or not. As she was leaving the current shop, which was a family owned kitchen appliance store, she turned at the doorway to give one last little wave.

"Thank you so much for yer time, Mr. Anderson. I hope your wife feels better!" Sookie exclaimed with a wide smile as she left out the front door, the small bell at the top chiming as she did so. She paused a moment outside taking a deep breath as she peered on at the mountain scape in the far distance. You'd never get a view like that in Bon Temps, let alone the dry, crisp air. She was beginning to feel that this was the most singular best decision she had made in her entire life. She clutched a pile of applications to her bosom as she continued her way down the street, ignoring the lingering stares from a few of the male town residents as she did so. At this point in her life, she had become quite talented at drowning out people's thoughts and being able to control it only when she truly wanted to listen in. Mind you, this was when she was relaxed and not under distress, or angry, or just any heightened emotional state, so it still royally sucked.

She paused as she approached the next business, her chin tilting up to read the name of an apparent ice cream shop called "Scoops". She gave a light shrug, deciding that any place willing to give her a job at this point she'd take, this girl had rent to pay. She pushed open the door, the same kind of bell sounding to alert anyone that a customer was entering the shop. She hesitantly took a few steps inside looking around a bit confused, as she hadn't seen a soul.

"Um, hello?" she called out as she took a few steps more inside when suddenly a man with a shaved head and two prosthetic hands leaped up from behind the ice cream bar which caused her to jump, sending her application papers flying everywhere. The man look startled as he ran from around the back of the bar dropping to his knees as Sookie likewise squatted to the ground to begin the effort of collecting the scattered papers.

"I'm so sorry, Miss. I wasn't expecting anyone to come in," the man started to say as Sookie gave a slight frown in response.

"You weren't expectin' anyone to want to eat ice cream in the middle of the afternoon on a gorgeous day like today?" she asked as the man cleared his throat, ignoring her statement.

"Oh, I mean of course, is that what you came in for, some ice cream? We are pretty limited on our flavors at the moment," the man said as Sookie continued to eye him curiously, still giving him the benefit of the doubt before invading his privacy and reading his thoughts.

"I actually came in to inquire about a job? My name is Sookie Stackhouse and I just moved into town," Sookie stated as the man continued to gather the papers from the floor.

"A job? We don't even have a 'Help Wanted' sign up," the man stated as Sookie gave a shrug, paying mind to what her dress was hopefully not revealing as she shuffled the papers together.

"Oh, I know, I just figured some people don't even realize the benefit of an extra employee until they hear about the skills I have to offer," Sookie stated as she decided to hell with privacy given this man's clearly frantic and questioning demeanor. She stared on at the man as he was distracted with the paper collecting and started to tune into his thoughts when a booming male voice interrupted her conversation.