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Ordinary	By : AKSiren Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 7030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Southern Vampire world belongs to Miss Harris. I'm just inserting my own character for the time being. Obviously, I'm no where near as good as she is!
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Mikhaila pulled into the driveway and stared up at the dark house. ‘Fucking daylight savings,’ she thought. ‘Where’s the sun when I need it?’

She grabbed her overnight bag from the passenger floorboard and pulled herself out of the car.
Jingling the keys Mr. Burns, the lawyer, had given her, Mikhaila marched up the front steps and opened the door.
Thankful her father had had the foresight to get the electric and the phone hooked up for her, Mikhaila flicked on the light switch just inside the door.

The house was disgusting. As she went from room to room turning on lights, Mikhaila wrinkled her nose at the amount of dust and cobwebs.

The downstairs bathroom was the worst. Mikhaila turned on all the faucet taps and flushed the toilet. The smell that pervaded the air caused her to walk out and shut the door after quickly closing the taps.

“Damn. This is going to need a lot of work. And a lot of Pledge,” she said as she ran a finger over the small table in the dining room.

Mikhaila trudged back upstairs to the master bedroom and dropped her bag on the floor. The bed was in good enough shape for one nights sleep, but it would have to go in the morning.
She grabbed her cell phone and dialed her father.

“Hi Daddy,” she said as she moved back down the stairs and out to her car.

“You doin’ okay, Punkin?” he asked with out preamble.

“Yes Daddy, I’m fine. I’m going to need a few things for the house though,” Mikhaila responded as she popped the trunk of her car and hauled out a sleeping bag.

“Okay Baby. Make a list and we’ll go over it tomorrow. How’re the natives?” he joked.

Mikhaila looked around her at the houses. Cars, basket ball hoops, satellite dishes. “There’s the possibility of having a satellite dish, so it’s civilized enough for me. I met one of the guys who lives out here when I stopped for dinner back in Bon Temps.”

“Oh?” Mikhaila rolled her eyes at the questioning pitch of her father’s voice. “And what’s he like?”

Mikhaila replied, “He told me Hotshot wasn’t used to outsiders. That they take care of their own. And his eyes… they didn’t look human, Dad.”

“No, Baby, probably not,” he said. “Hotshot is a shifter community, remember?”

Mikhaila’s mouth dropped open as she scuttled back into the house. “No, I don’t. I never knew that. I just knew that Uncle Stan was a shifter and that he lived here. That’s it.”
As she turned to shut the door, she heard a truck pull into a nearby driveway. Sticking her head out the door, Mikhaila saw Calvin Norris mount the stairs of a small house. Before she could move, Calvin turned and saw her.

“Oh, shit,” she whispered. Quickly pulling her head back in, Mikhaila dropped the sleeping bag to shut and bolt the door.

“Something wrong?”

“No Daddy,” Mikhaila picked up her sleeping bag and climbed the stairs again. “I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow. It’s late.”

“All right Baby. Maria-Star said to tell you good luck.”

“Tell her thanks for me. Night.”

“Night.”

Mikhaila unrolled the sleeping bag on the bed and quickly changed into her jammies. As she crawled into the bag, she began to make mental notes to herself of the things that would need taken care of tomorrow.
“I need to vacuum and dust. The furniture needs to be checked. The carpet has got to go. Wood floors. Windows need cleaned. Bulbs need to be replaced. Faucets and pipes need to be checked. Water heater too. And food.”
She was exhausted and there was plenty left to do. Smiling, Mikhaila finally dozed off, dreaming of Pledge and Windex.

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When she awoke the next morning, Mikhaila was alarmed to smell coffee. She threw back her covers and attempted to stealthily make her way to the door. The bed gave her away before she could even touch the floor.

“Fuck it,” she said, and dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Her father leaned against the edge of a counter and surveyed her with a small smile.

“Oh, it’s just you,” Mikhaila sighed in relief. “When did you get here? How did you get in?”

“About an hour ago and Burns gave me the extra set of keys,” her father replied. “Now why don’t you go get dressed and the coffee should be done by the time you get back down.”

Mikhaila stumbled back up the stairs and into her room. She grabbed her over night bag and walked down the hall and into the bathroom.
‘I hate old pipes,’ she decided, as she watched the water run from rusty brown to clear. She undressed while the water heated and gratefully climbed into the tub.

The little bottles of shampoo and conditioner from her bag were soon gone. When her legs were smooth and her body scrubbed, Mikhaila stepped out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel. Running a comb through her hair, she decided to get it colored soon. ‘When this place is fixed up, I’ll treat myself,’ she promised.
She quickly dried herself off and went back to her room. She pulled a pair of lacey boyshorts from her bag and slipped them on. ‘Fuck under wire,’ she thought as she grabbed a sports bra. ‘If I’m gonna work, I gotta be comfy.’
Jeans and a black tee were next. She clipped her hair up and slid her stocking feet into a pair of black high tops.

“Mikhaila! Coffee’s ready!”

Mikhaila yelled down the stairs, “Give me five minutes, I’ll be right down.” Wanting to start the day feeling good, she applied a small amount of make up.

“Mikhaila! Move your ass.”

Her eyes widening, Mikhaila threw open her bedroom door and pounded down the stairs.

“Fort!” she squealed as she threw her arms around the man at the base of the stairs.

“Hi Chickydee,” he said as her swung her around. “How you doin’?”
As Fort set her down, Mikhaila blushed. Aberforth Penn, or Fort, was the first man she’d ever felt attracted to. Never mind that he was ten years her senior, or her father’s right hand.

“I’m doing good,” she murmured, as she turned for the coffee cup her father handed her.

“Good,” Fort replied as he teasingly patted the top of her head.

“When did you get here?”

“About two minutes ago,” Fort smiled.

A sharp knock on the door got everyone’s attention.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Mikhaila strode into the entry way. When she pulled the door open, she was only mildly surprised to see Calvin Norris. Opening the door wider, she said, “Come in. There’s coffee in the kitchen.”

Calvin cautiously stepped over the threshold, and stiffened when he saw Mikhaila’s father and Fort.

“Dad, Fort, this is Calvin Norris. The guy I told you about, Dad,” Mikhaila hastened to make the introductions. “Calvin, this is my father, Robert Dunningham, and Fort Penn. They came to give me a hand today.”

The men seemed to size each other up.

Fort spoke first, “Coffee?”

“Please,” Calvin said.

Mikhaila followed the three men into her tiny, dusty kitchen and leaned against a wall to watch them.

When Calvin had a cup of coffee, the men seated themselves at the small table.

Robert cleared his throat and said, “We’re aware that we’re in your territory. We won’t be here long though. Just long enough to help Mikie make this place habitable again.”

“And of course we’ll be visiting from time to time,” Fort added on.

“Of course,” Calvin nodded. “I’d do the same were I in your position. And I’m glad that you can understand my concern. Not often that Were’s come out here. Tends to raise some eyebrows.”

Robert leaned toward Calvin and said, “And I hope you understand that since my daughter is moving out here, the Shreveport pack will be paying more attention to this area. To maintain her safety.”

Mikhaila rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. While her father and Calvin discussed the current situation and made agreements and arrangements, Mikhaila’s eyes wandered over the kitchen. She noticed that her father had brought a couple plastic bags of food from a nearby grocery store.

“… Yes, well, we would prefer to keep someone in the area at all times,” Mikhaila heard her father say.

“Daddy! I don’t need a body guard,” she protested. “I can handle myself.”

Robert merely said, “We’ll see.”

Calvin frowned at this, but said nothing. Instead he turned to Mikhaila. “Mind if I help?”

“No, I think we’ve got it. Thanks, Mr. Norris,” Fort rose from his seat and stared down at Calvin

Mikhaila cocked her head to the side as she considered the graying man in front of her. ‘Honest and straight forward. Protects his territory without aggression. Hmm. More than I can say for Dad’s pack,’ she thought.

“Sure Mr. Norris. I’d be happy to have your help,” Mikhaila responded. Over the protests of the other two men she said, “Many hands make light work. And this place needs as much help as it can get! Fort, shut up!”

When the occupants of the room became silent, she sat across from Calvin and set her mug down. She lowered her voice and spoke clearly, “This is my house. Therefore, you follow my rules. Either you act civil-like, or you can hit the bricks.” Mikhaila made eye contact with the three. “I don’t want you giving each other a hard time; I don’t want you being asses. You can behave like gentlemen or I’ll throw you right out the door. Am I clear?”

Robert and Calvin nodded, but Fort muttered, “That’s something I’d like to see you try.”

Mikhaila smiled and spoke evenly, “Fort, you don’t watch yourself, you’ll be experiencing it, not just watching it. Again, am I clear?”

Three yeses rang clearly in the dining room.

“Good,” Mikhaila said. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

A/N: Forgot to put a note in the first chapter… I’m aware smoking is bad for you. I’m not promoting it. But your characters won’t be real unless they have real people problems.
I’ll provide physical descriptions and more background for Robert and Fort in the next chapter.
Also… I’m prolly going to need a beta. I have a hard time writing Sookie and Calvin… keeping it canon is a bitch. Lol. : ) Please Enjoy. Siren
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