The Full Moon.

He stumbled into the room, slender fingers clutching his head in agony. Dratted hangover! He should've known better than to drink that much.

Sighing, he flung the keys onto the dark, cacao coloured buffet, the same one that Debbie had accompanied him to buy. Debbie, sweet, dangerous, wild, Debbie. She was always a tough one to harness. A wildcat, never one to sit at home and create a slice of bliss in a pale, vanilla infused dessert sandwiched between layers of rich cream. Debbie was tough and alluring. She was no home maker, but a tiger baring its fangs, its sleek body poised to attack.

He lay sprawled across the leather couch. Head up, eyes closed, an ice pack sitting on his abnormally warm forehead. It was not like him to drink uncontrollably. At least, not on normal days. And today was, indeed, most definitely, not normal.

He thought he had won her over. When she had left that useless heap of muscle that claimed to be a man, he thought they could finally build a home together. Of course, he never wanted children. It was too difficult. Too complicated. The things he endured during childhood reminded him of that. The taunting, the laughter, the blood, the blame. Those were experiences he would not, could not, impose on any child, much less on one that he loved. But she could not understand that. She had pleaded with him, over and over, her catlike eyes coaxing him gently as she landed soft kisses on his lips. "Please?" she murmured huskily. "At least one?"

It had always taken all his strength to say no to the slender woman he loved, but no was the answer. He loved her too much to see her cry over the sufferings of her little ones and he knew all too well, that she had already suffered more than what he considered to be enough.

The lean,intimidating man of a 6 foot 6 height groaned. Darkness cut through his memories, red painted his thoughts and trickled down the edges of the images imprinted on his mind. Debbie. He had found her, sitting on the bed, her hair swept to the side, her teeth flashing as she laughed at another man's jokes. 


Alcide Herveaux had always known that loving Debbie would be a challenge. Difficult to chase, to keep, to hold. But he had always welcomed challenges and Debbie was easy to love. It had been one thrilling roller coaster ride, and he would never forget that. But he couldn't take it no more. His heart had already crumbled into a thousand pieces for her a million times. He would have died for his Debbie. But she would never have been able to remain faithful to him. Alcide Herveaux walked away that night. He lost his place, his home, his love. It was time to move on, he decided. And he knew exactly where to head next.


author's note: if you guessed True Blood, you're right! Congratulations. :) I have just fallen in love with the series. Season one was not my favourite though many would beg to differ. And contrary to what you may have thought, my favourite character is Eric Northman not Alcide Herveaux. I like Alcide nonetheless and although this was not supposed to be a fanfic about Alcide and Debbie, it turned out to be one. Oh well, maybe I will write one about the drool worthy Mr Northman one day. Just maybe. ;)