A/N: This idea just came to me unexpectedly and I've decided to post a story. Forgive me if there are mistakes. So here goes….
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Macklyn Warlow flew up a tree and settled on a branch where he could sit and watch. It was the perfect vantage point as he scanned the area. The family was having a classic Southern barbeque and everyone seemed to be at ease. Which was why it was a perfect day for him to come see them. The news he was about to tell them might prove to be a bit of a hard pill to swallow; as the people these day and age say.
He needed to blend in with the people, as to not arouse any suspicion of his true nature. Survival 101.
His intended's father; Corbette was playing catch with his son named Jason. Sookie's mother Michelle was busy setting the plates. But his intended was nowhere to be seen until she came out of the back door holding cups wearing a blue sundress.
Light. That was all he saw, beautiful and pure.
Not a second later, her grandmother, Adele walked out holding a pitcher of fresh lemonade. Sookie set the cups next to her mother, who stiffened when her daughter came near her. She was afraid of her?
It didn't sit well with him. He reached in to Michelle's mind to see what would be the case of this. Don't think of anything…don't think of anything…
That little information confused him. Everyone gathered at the table, said their prayers and began eating. Warlow continued to listen in on their thoughts.
Mmm…Gran makes the best chicken! Innocent little Jason thinks before devouring another piece of food. Better start eating fast so I could get some more.
Adele's thoughts were more on the food she had prepared. I may have added too much salt.
But then, Sookie passed the salad to her father without him asking and smiled, "Here you go, Daddy."
Everyone, except for Jason stopped eating. Corbette's eyes widened in shock while Michelle just looked mad.
She's crazy…I brought up an insane little freak in this world. Michelle's thoughts were angry, not at Sookie but at herself for raising a freak. He despised the fact that her own mother branded her as an abomination.
Corbette took the plate and smiled at Sookie. "Thank you Darlin'." There ain't nothing wrong with her. Nothing. It was just a lucky guess of hers. He was just as delusional as his wife. He was denying his own daughter's gift. Unbelievable!
Adele looked at Sookie with nothing but love in her eyes. She held Sookie's hand and smiled at her. One day, they'll know just how special you really are. Not knowing that she just thought it to Sookie clearly. But his intended was too young and too innocent to know what her Grandmother really meant. Adele looked at everybody and smiled, "Well, go on and eat. I didn't cook for hours just so it'd get cold, now did I?"
They all replied, "Yes ma'am."
And just like that, everything went back to normal. Her grandmother was full of acceptance and love for Sookie's gift; perhaps he should talk to her instead of the two morons Sookie had for parents.
"Would you like anything to drink Mr. Warlow? I have fresh lemonade." Adele offered and walked to the kitchen as Warlow followed.
He had left the Stackhouses to find a meal before hours of darkness had arrived. When he had gotten back, the parents had gone and left their children in Adele's care for the night. Judging by their heart beats they were fast asleep.
"No thank you, Mrs. Stackhouse." Warlow grinned when she insisted that he call her by her first name. "If that is so, you can call me Macklyn."
"Okay, Macklyn. Are you lost? 'Cause I don't recall putting up a House for Sale Ad in the Newspapers."
"I may have lied to you about the real reason why I have come here tonight, Adele."
"Well if you want to stay on my good side mister, you better start explaining." She put her hands on her hips and waited for my answer.
Warlow nodded and brought out the contract. It was old, and were it not for his cautious care of it, the contract would have most likely disintegrated. This was his most prized possession.
But when he gets Sookie, she will be his newest and most prized possession. He carefully laid the contract on the kitchen table and watched Adele's expression morph from suspicion to curiosity.
"I don't understand what it says. What is this?"
He explained of his faery kind and of their family's relations. That Sookie is the key to saving their own kind. Adele didn't seem to think he was crazy and continued to prove his point by showing off his telepathy. He even showed his light to her. "I have the same ability as Sookie. She doesn't have to be burdened by this gift on her own. I can help her with this. This contract you see here says that Sookie is my intended." Warlow pointed at the paper across the table. "When she is of age, I will come for her."
Adele raised an eyebrow and huffed in reply "I'm sorry Mr. Warlow but I can't and won't let you do that."
"In those times, it was completely natural." He explained. "I tracked your ancestor and he gave me his blessing."
She looked completely unfazed and with a firm tone she replied. "No."
"No? Didn't you just hear what I said? Our kind needs Sookie. She can save us from extinction." Warlow answered back.
"That should be based on her decision. Not by her ancestor or you."
"Enough!" He roared. His patience was growing thin. "You stubborn, stubborn old woman. I have come here in respect of what you are to Sookie, but I am through with having to explain all these to you. It is done. It is permanent. She. Is. Mine."
Impressively, Adele stood her ground. "She is not yours! You have no right to come in here and claim to own her. She is not an object that could be passed around. She is a human being. Get out!" She brought out a shotgun from the top of a cupboard. "I will shoot you if you do not leave right now. And if I see you again, I will call the police and have you arrested."
Warlow laughed and almost doubled over. It was comical. A tiny old woman thinks she can threaten him with the police and a gun. And when he calmed down he snapped his fangs at her and hissed.
Just then, Warlow had heard tiny footsteps coming from the hallway. An amazing scent got stronger as the steps got closer. Sookie.
Sookie walked in the kitchen, with a tiny stuffed bear wrapped closely in her arms. "Gran?" She rubbed her eyes and smiled up at Warlow when she saw him. "Hello Mister."
Adele ran towards Sookie but Warlow held up a hand to stop her. "Well hello there. Aren't you adorable?" He patted her hair and Sookie giggled.
"Sookie! Come here. Come to Gran Dear!" Sookie looked shocked and followed her Grandmother. Warlow let her. Adele put Sookie behind her as she aimed the gun at the monster.
"Mark my words, Adele. I'll be coming for her."
And with that, he stormed off, leaving the contract on the table. He didn't need it now that Sookie was finally here.
A/N: Thank you for reading. I'd love to read what you guys thought of this.
