An Xover idea I got a while back have added a few bits and pieces, just floating an idea... All italics are thoughts that only Jane can hear. This is a steam blow off fic for me to work on when I get stuck or annoyed with reaped out, so chapters will be slower on this- unless theres high demand for more. A True Blood X over

True Crud

Chapter 1

It was a typical mid summer's evening; the dusky pink sky was streaked with gold, as the stubborn sun sat low on the horizon. The thick, humid air hung heavy across the small southern town of Lawndale. The deafening roar of crickets was the only discernable sound in the sleepy suburb.

A lone blowfly danced hypnotically around the back alley of McGrundy's, a wonderfully putrid smell had summoned it there and it had yet to discover the source. Its attention was drawn to the old screen door as it screeched open.

"I'll get round to it. Keep your damn shirt on, Jesus." The lanky, shaven short-order cook called over his shoulder insolently, as he staggered through the door. The overladen garbage bag he had been carrying dropped with a thud at his feet and he watched as its contents spewed onto the ground. "The band better make it soon. I can't deal with any more of this shit." Max muttered under his breath as he tapped a Marlboro from its paper packet and lit it.

He drew deeply on the cigarette, closed his eyes and let his body rest against the brick wall of the pub. He let the smoke billow lazily from his mouth as he ran his fingers across the top of his shaven head and down his neck. He kneaded the muscles and let out a low moan, his body had begun to show the tell tale signs of withdrawal; his mind shook and body ached, as it craved for more 'V'. Max's hand slid down to his back pocket and withdrew the small vial of crimson blood. He held it up to the dim light, and smiled as he brought it to his lips and kissed the source of his cravings.

He jumped at the bright flash of the Bug zapper to his left "Eeep." he called out, and groaned as he heard the light chink as the vial of precious blood hit the ground and rolled into the murky darkness.

"No, no, no, no." He cried, as he flicked his cigarette into the shadows.

Max pulled out his lighter and hit the ground. "Jesus no. I need this dammit." he sobbed as he sifted through the decomposing kitchen scraps and general waste.

The small halo of light emitted from the flame, flickered across the shapely legs of a young female. Max’s brow furrowed; unsure if his eyes had deceived him. He crawled closer and gasped, as he took in the full view of the lifeless corpse; he knew her, she had been a regular.

Her golden hair, once soft and strawberry scented was matted with filth. Her vacant, glassy blue eyes gleaned eerily in the reflected light. Her soft pouty lips now ajar as her slackened jaw rested open against her bloodied blouse. He squinted into the darkness and saw the outline of what appeared to be the end of tyre iron protruding from her chest.

Max flinched as he realised what he had discovered. He dropped the lighter and skidded back against the door. "Oh sweet Jesus Christ." His voice cracked in fear as he propped himself up. He glanced back at the young woman and shuddered as he felt the bile rise. He crouched over himself, and emptied the contents of his stomach until he dry retched. "Fuck this." He spluttered as he wiped the back of his arm across his mouth and ran back inside.

***

Ding

"Order up, table five."

Jane eyed the two plates, laden with greasy food, with disdain. She picked them up and delivered them to the table. She observed the occupants warily; two regular run of the mill hicks that seemed to over populate the town. She sat the food on the table and smiled curtly; a perverted smile was returned from the larger of the two men as his eyes stripped her bare.

'Poor girl such talents wasted in here, with a body like that she'd make a killing at the strip joint in Middleton, with legs as long as those...'

Jane scoffed with disgust. "You finish that sentence and I'll castrate you, you hear me?" She chided.

The man blinked and frowned. 'I didn't say anything out loud...did I?' He glanced at his friend, who returned an equally confused look. ‘I reckon they're right about her; she's not right in the head...'

"Sure." he replied uneasily as he watched her walk back to the service area.

Max flew through the kitchen, and called Jane’s name as he ran into the restaurant. He breathed heavily and grabbed Jane by the shoulders. "Where's Trent?" 'Jesus, he's going to get pinned for this, he can't of done it though, there’s no way...But he left...'

"He left a couple of hours ago." She pulled back from his grip. "Max, are you okay?" she asked slowly.

"Who was he with?" 'Please don't say...'

Jane scoffed. "Brittany, if you can believe it.” The smile faded from her face as she observed Max’s grave expression. “Max what's going on?"

Max drew a ragged breath as he hung his head. 'Jesus he killed her...'

Jane's eyes grew wide as she shook Max's shoulders. "Who killed her? Max, what did Trent do?"

Max met Jane's piercing gaze. "Is Sheriff O'Neil still here? I think there is something he needs to look at..."