A/N: Hey everybody. Sorry it's been a week or two since I posted anything, but I have been trying to come up with the story to match fiddle child's request since she won my FFL awhile ago. Interestingly enough, her story idea got put in the blender with my Halloween fic. Sorry it's late, but I hope that y'all like it.
"But Amelia, I thought we were going to a party in Monroe." I was seriously pissed off. This Halloween was turning out to be a complete disaster. I had finally found a costume at the last minute, but now that Amelia had the flu, I was stuck at home, all dressed up with no place to go. I knew I should have gone to the Fangtasia Halloween party, but since Eric was in Las Vegas taking care of vampire politics, the only person I'd be comfortable hanging out with there would be Pam. Since she was playing the role of hostess in Eric's absence, I figured she had enough on her plate, without having to keep me entertained. I could pull rank and say since I'm Eric's bonded that she was under obligation to hang out with me, but I really did want Pam to like me. Throwing off her mojo by acting superior would not put me at the top of her friends list.
The other point to consider was that I needed to stay close by and take care of Amelia. The stomach flu is something you don't really want to face alone. I tucked Amelia in for a long nap, made sure she had plenty of ginger ale and saltines nearby, then retreated back to my room downstairs. Plopping down on top of the bed, I argued whether it would be OK to call Eric. We hadn't talked since he saw me in the hospital after the fairy wars
Maybe I should call him. Just hearing his voice would help. Jeez, I was fucked if he didn't feel the same way. If I was going to call him, I needed some liquid courage. I went to the kitchen to fix myself a gin and tonic. Walking back to my room, I saw a candy bowl on the table and grabbed it as well. That was at least one part of Halloween I could still enjoy, along with my awesome costume. I know that it was tasteless humor on my part and that Eric would never approve, but it felt empowering to poke fun at my experiences.
Two weeks ago I had been browsing the Internet with Amelia, looking for a costume that wasn't too slutty or too obvious. Amelia suggested either the fairy or the fortune teller, which I thought to be unoriginal. Nobody else would know that, but it doesn't matter what everybody else thinks of my costume. Then I spied a what I thought to be the perfect costume. The model was wearing a short white dress with black fringe and a petticoat, but the unique features of this costume included an apple headpiece on top, with fake latex knifes protruding from the bodice. It was titled: Tina the Target. Considering the times in the past couple of years that I had been beat up, stabbed, shot, and tortured all together, I thought it was perfect for Halloween. Besides, how can you get over your past experiences if you can't laugh about them. Amelia cringed as I told her which costume I had chosen.
I had thought about being a deputy since Eric was my Sheriff, but I didn't really know where we stood in our relationship. We really needed to talk and since I had nothing else to do I might as well call him and get it over with. I picked up the phone to dial Fangtasia and after a few rings Pam picked up.
"Sookie this had better be important because I'm missing my favorite vampire circus event."
"How did you know it was me? Wait. Did you say you're having a circus?"
"You're on the caller ID list now Sookie. And yes, this year's theme for Halloween is the circus and Clancy is dressed up as a clown!" I could only imagine the forms of torture Clancy was thinking of inflicting on somebody at this moment.
"Oh wow, sorry you're missing that, but I was wondering if I could talk to Eric? That is, if you could give me the number to where he's staying. He said I wouldn't be able to reach him by cell for some reason."
"I can't give you the number, but when he gets a break from kissing de Castro's ass, I'll let him know you called"
"Sure whenever he gets the time. It's just that we have stuff to discuss."
"Ooh are you coming to your senses and dumping him for me Sookie?"
"Sorry Pam, you're not really my type."
"It never hurts to ask nonetheless. I'll have him call you as soon as he can. I've got to go get back to my booth."
"What are you dressed up as?"
"Well as the ringleader of course. Happy Halloween Sookie." The thought of Pam with a whip came to mind and I laughed at how appropriate her costume was.
"Happy Halloween Pam."
Well I didn't expect to get any calls back since it was Halloween so I pulled myself off the bed to go in search of some scary flick on the TV.
***
Eric's POV
This was shaping up to being a miserable Halloween. A week ago I was called by Victor to ask if I was going to the King's Halloween celebration and I inwardly groaned. With all of the planning for Fangtasia's Halloween Circus I had almost forgotten about what Sookie so lovingly referred to as "vampire political shit.". Instead of getting to see my bonded prance around in her costume, I was stuck here, trying to hold onto my sanity.
The king had such a flair for the avant garde that he decided to make his party mimic the traditional celebration of the day of the dead. The irony was not lost on me, since this was an exclusively vampire soirée.
He insisted that all his guests wear something linked to Spanish culture and I opted to be a matador. It's better than having to look like I'm from a mariachi band or a ranchero- although if chaps were involved I wouldn't mind as much. The gala wouldn't start until midnight so I had a few hours to spare. I decided to check in with my second in command to see how Fangtasia was running in my absence. Pam picked up on the first ring.
"Well speak of the devil. How are you this evening Eric?"
I disregarded her question and proceeded on to larger matters. "Have there been any occurrences in my absence Pam? I don't want those FOTS idiots trying to set fire to Fangtasia like they did a year ago."
"There have been no incidences Master and I assure you I've notified every vampire in your retinue to be on the lookout for any arsons or suicide bombers. The Weres are serving as security as well and people are being searched as they go into the bar." I was proud of my child for being so thorough.
"Very well. I must say I will be disappointed if I find my bar in shambles when I get back."
"Yes Master."
"Do you have anything else to report Pam?"
"Oh not much going on here. Your succulent little blood bonded called asking for your number." Sookie called looking for me? I guess she was ready to talk about what happened during her kidnapping.
"I told her you'd call when you were finished kissing de Castro's ass."
"Pamela, thank you for this information. Get back to work."
"Very well Master. Have a pleasant evening."
"Goodbye Pam."
I hung up the receiver and sat down on the bed. It was now 10:37. I couldn't wait until after the gala to call her considering that it was almost 1:00 where she was. I would have preferred to have this sort of talk face to face, but if Sookie had finally convinced herself, then the more time I waited, the less sure she would be. I picked up the phone and started dialing.
Sookie's POV
I was watching Arsenic and Old Lace on the television and it had gotten to one of my favorite parts where Cary Grant just found out there were twelve graves in the cellar. Amelia was asleep so the volume was turned down, but it didn't matter since I knew all the lines by heart. The house was empty and quiet and I was getting a good buzz off of some wine coolers Amelia had purchased. Not my usual, but since I had polished off the gin, I figured I might as well try it.
I was regretting ever calling Pam. How the hell was I going to talk to Eric? I wanted to stick my head in the sand like an ostrich and just wait until it all just went away. I didn't want drama, and there was no doubt that Eric came with a shit load of it. Who am I kidding? I've got baggage too. Why the hell do I have to act like an idiot when it came to matters concerning Eric? I wish I could just tell him how I felt without being such a wuss about it.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind, when my home phone started ringing. I would have loved to let it ring and then find out who it is later, but I really didn't want Amelia to wake up so I popped out of my seat as fast as I could to pick up the cordless phone in the kitchen.
"Hello?" I realize now that I was almost three sheets to the wind, and my voice came out a little louder than I intended, my Southern drawl more emphasized than usual.
"Hello lover, Pam told me you called. Is there something you wanted to talk about?"
"Oh hey Eric, how's your Halloween going?" I was stalling and I knew it. He probably knew it too.
"Uneventful" He sounded pretty frustrated about that. If there's one thing Eric loves, it's action. "How has yours been Sookie?"
"Amelia's sick and I've been taking care of her so I would say my Halloween has been uneventful too."
"Then you're not too busy to talk I presume?" Damn it! I should of told him I was busy, then I could find some way to dodge this conversation. Eric wasn't going to let me though and he knew how to get me to talk.
"No" I sheepishly replied.
"Sookie I don't want to force you to talk to me. I know that you've been through a tremendous ordeal and you're still processing it all, but we need to talk. You called looking for me for a reason. I think if you just tell me what's wrong then we can figure out how to fix it together."
I surprised myself when words came cascading out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Where were you? You knew I was in pain. You could feel me through the bond. You knew where I was and you didn't come until I had ended up in the hospital. Bill and Niall saved my life while you were off doing God knows what!" I was close to shrieking at this point. "You're the one who lectures me about the the responsibilities we have to each other because of our bond and yet when I needed you most you weren't there. You weren't there. Where the hell were you Eric?"
I was sobbing now, reliving that horrid night when all the fairy tales went out the window. No knight in shining armor to save the poor little damsel in distress. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my anguish the source of my tormentor's delight. Nobody was there. I would have died alone with nothing to show for my life.
"You left me! You left me to die alone! Why the hell should I listen to what you say, when you spout bullshit? You know what? I don't need you or your drama. You're the one who got me into all of this mess in the first place. Fuck you Eric Northman. I don't want you. Just leave me alone!"
And that's when I hung up the phone.
A/N: Oh shit! How pissed do you think Eric is after hearing that drunken tirade? I know there's no excuse for hurting our Viking's feelings, but she is still emotional and drunk.
Have any of you ever had one of those arguments where you get so angry you hang up and then have an OSM? Well that's what Sookie is thinking right... about... NOW.
Do you think Eric should call her right back or let her stew a little? Let me know. Please review. It's always helpful to receive feedback. And seriously Eric needs loving right now after what he just went through.
Love,
PIP
