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    Nothing to do but everything to get done

    Alcide Herveaux
    Alcide Herveaux


    Gender : Male Location : Louisiana
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    Nothing to do but everything to get done Empty Nothing to do but everything to get done

    Post by Alcide Herveaux Thu Mar 07, 2013 9:53 pm

    97…98……99…100

    He grunted and let his hands off the back of his neck and touched the floor. He unhooked his feed from the iron bar that was mounted across his doorway. His abdomen burned, sweat had trailed up his stomach and chest and only when he righted himself up did the sweat began trailing down back along his chest and stomach. He wiped his brow with the back of his sweaty arm. He looked around his house. There were pizza boxes, some old bbq boxes, beer bottles and papers from his company.

    “Damn…I should clean” he muttered to himself. Ever since he’d taken over the pack he’d done nothing but clean up screw ups, keep everyone off V and try to keep his insubordinate pack under control. There were baby vamps running all over the parish and the cubs in the pack had no idea how to fight them.

    Feeling unproductive he began to pick up the debris from his house, at least bringing it back to a semi-habitable state. The radio changed stations, some of the classic rock began to play. It was barely 11am and it was hotter than satan’s ball sack in Shreveport. He noticed that his AC wasn’t kicking in… just another problem to the pile, but at least unlike his pack, his AC could be fixed in a day, two at most.

    Letting out a grunt of frustration he placed the trash in the kitchen bin for later and reached up, pulling on the cord to turn on the ceiling fan. At least that still worked and the cool breeze was a welcome his post work out body needed. He debated what to do next. He already had the pups training to become fighters, he’d managed to dredge up a few wolves who were more keen on keeping off the V than making a buck so they were watching the known addicts. His father hadn’t called him with any BS about needing money and it seemed Martha had settled down after seeing the memory of her son in law Marcus be defaced by the old packmaster.

    That just left Rikki. He shook his head. He didn’t understand the girl, one moment she was all turning him on, the next she had his boys in a vice over something he should or shouldn’t do. Why was he attracted to the psychos?

    “I need a drink…” he mumbled, heading for his fridge. Thank the lord he still kept a good supply of beer for times like these. He opened the long neck and took several long gulps. The beer did nothing but cool him off a bit and stave off the irritability that was his constant companion. Putting the half drunk beer back in the fridge he headed to his bedroom. He’d shower, find something to eat and go see if his company was still standing. God knew no one could run the place while he was gone, they were all scared shitless after Paul got killed by the vampired. Fucking fangers… all they were good for was…. No fuck that they weren’t good for anything. All they did was go against the natural order and ruin good girls like Sookie.

    Sookie….

    Damn… every time he thought of her he wondered if he could ever have her. They were both damaged goods and would be perfect. Not to mention that woman had an independent streak that while maddening made her sexy as hell. A pity she was fucking Northman or he’d go back and have a re-do of that embarrassing night when they drank together.

    Just the thought of her made his groin twitch inside his jeans. Yeah… on that note he headed into the shower, peeling off his faded jeans and throwing them into the hamper. A cold shower to fight the heat and calm his unspent balls… then food… then work.

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