AUTHORS NOTE: Thanks for reading. This is my first story and I am glad that some of you have stopped by to read it!
** I DO NOT OWN ANY TRUE BLOOD CHARACTERS**
I hate hospitals! They are just so morbid. I walked into my grandmother's hospital room. The white ceilings floors and tiles were enough to blind anyone when the sun hit them, but this is how my grandmother liked it. Bright.
"Hey nana." I said as cheerful as I could muster up. "How are you feeling?"
"Åh Emelie! Titta på dig, du har vuxit så mycket." (Oh Emelie! Look at you, you have grown so much.) She said weakly in Swedish.
Her Dementia was becoming worse. I had just seen her yesterday but I smiled anyway. We went on talking for about an hour before she took a nap. I went to find the doctor who said my grandmother would probably be passing in the next few days. I sat in my grandmother's room just watching her remembering all of the times that we had together.
We, my mother, father, grandmother and I, had moved from Sweden here when I was 3. My father had gotten a new job as a business executive in New York City. When I was 5 my grandmother moved to Dallas, away from the cold she said. I would spend all of my summers and every break I could with her. When I was 18 I decided to move here with her. Now I was 21 and watching her deteriorate into nothing. The brain cancer she suffered with was eating away her brain and her body was deteriorating as a result. First it was the dementia, then her kidneys failed the other day because of something in her brain not telling something else to produce. It just seemed like a downhill spiral. The only person I had to lean on was my one friend that I had in Dallas, Jenny. She was my age and we had met my first summer here. I kissed my grandmother's her forehead and went back to Jenny's house.
"I'm taking you out tonight." Jenny said. I looked at her like she had 5 eyes. "Listen, I know your grandmother is in the hospital. But you need to go out have a drink or something and call it a day. Staying cooped up at my house isn't going to help you any."
I had to agree staying cooped up in her house wasn't helping, but I'm not sure a drink would either.
"I have someplace new I want to take you too anyway."
That should have been a sign. We didn't do anything apart so she shouldn't really be taking me anyplace new. She threw my favorite corset of hers, some skinny jeans and heals at me. After getting taking a shower and getting dressed it was about 12. We got in her Corolla, and left.
We pulled up to a chic looking hotel that I had never seen before. Now I was completely confused.
"Alright this is where I stop you. What is going on? Why are we outside of a hotel? " I asked.
"We are meeting up with some people." Jenny said.
As we walked inside all eyes were on us. But these weren't regular eyes. These eyes gazed like they wanted us for dinner. I stuck close to Jenny as we walked passed the receptionist and to the elevators. When we got in one and the doors closed I was ready to kill her.
"VAMPIRES! Are you serious! My grandmother is in the hospital dying, I would like to make sure I'm not in the coffin next to her." I was hysterical.
"Pull yourself together. I would never put myself in a situation that I thought was dangerous; much less put both of us in it. I trust them." She said calmly
"How can you tell me to trust something that wants to eat me… Oh no im sorry Drink me!"
"We're at the floor please just be nice. If anything gets fishy we'll leave ok?"
I didn't have time to agree or disagree; instead I was being dragged out of the elevator and to a hotel door. Jenny knocked and a beautiful Spanish Vampire.
"Hey Isabel this is Emelie."
She smiled and greeted us with open arms. This was not the stereotype I had come to hear about. Once inside there were a few other people in her huge suite. We were introduced to a few people and I was instantly comforted by how nice everyone was. After getting comfortable and sitting down with one of the vampires I met named Bill, and his girlfriend Sookie when, 2 more vampires walked in.
I immediately noticed how contrast they seemed. One was shorter, probably around 5'7" dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. The second was tall maybe 6'1" bright blond hair and bright blue eyes. The blond man instantly walked to a corner of the room and sat down, while the other made rounds around the room.
There was a line instantly forming around the shorter Vampire. Jenny was drunkenly talking to another Vampire towards the middle of the room.
"Come, we must show our respects" Bill said through gritted teeth to Sookie and I.
Standing on line was, what I had assumed, the worst part. How important where these Vampires that I had to "show respect"? After 20 minutes of waiting in line we finally reached the two, and I had realized my assumption was wrong.
"Hello Godric, Eric." Bill said this Eric's name with some disdain.
"Bill, Sookie, how are you? And your friend? I have not seen you around these parts." The vampire Godric spoke so lovingly.
"Emelie, Pleased to meet you." I smiled as sweetly as I could, looking at Godric and Eric. Godric smiled, he seemed to be another contradiction to the vampire stereotype. Eric on the other hand, rolled his eyes and gazed at Sookie.
"Your accent, you are not from around here?" Godric questioned
"Nej , Sverige er på min ålder fodelseort , utom den Norr Öster är var min föräldern levande." (No, Sweden is my birthplace, but the North East is where my parents live) I stated, this is when Eric seemed to catch a slight bit of interest. I was almost ashamed that he could still pick up my Swedish accent. I thought I hid it very well.
"Utom din hem är…?" (But your home is…?)" He asked.
"I will not be sure in the next few days I am sorry to say." I said smiling. I guessed that Godric was old and knew many languages. So I was not surprised he spoke Swedish.
Godric nodded, not asking any more questions and continued his small conversation with Bill and Sookie before we left the line. I looked at the vampire they called Eric. He seemed rather moody, and rude. He didn't say anything but stared at me and occasionally Sookie. When I did, catch him staring however he was staring as if I was a piece of meat. Traveling his eyes all over my body: From my head to my breasts, to my hips and back up to my face. I was completely disgusted.
After leaving Eric and Godric I decided to go check up on Jenny. She was laying on the couch looking like she was about to fall asleep. As soon as I looked up I saw Eric slowly walking over towards me. Now what does he want. He stared for a minute then finally spoke.
"Your mother's name is Lena Soderberg?" He asked. Out of all the things to say to someone the first time you met them, you ask then about their mother?
" Well, Hello to you too." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
"Just answer the question."
"Yes she is my mother. How did you know?" I said looking at Jenny. Maybe she said something
"That's not strange at all Eric" Jenny managed to say sarcastically through the drunkenness. Eric ignored her.
"You looked just like her, minus the blond hair that is. Your friend said nothing so you can stop shooting daggers at her skull. Your mother is a model, or did you forget?"
"I'll do as I please, thank you. And no I regret saying I haven't forgotten my mother WAS a model" I said rather harshly, standing up.
"Yes, you might want to start using you manners Miss Soderberg. Respect someone nearly 50 times your own age." He said low and cold.
"You must give respect to earn it. You have been nothing short of rude. Why would I show respect to someone like you?" I said, clearly overstepping my boundary.
"Du , dig har promenerat in i den här frånfälle fälla , och JAG bara föreslå du utställning jag respekten iaem på grund av strejk av den i livet "(You, yourself have walked into this death-trap, and I only suggest you show me the respect I'm due to walk out of it alive.) He said with a slight grin on his face.
Even though I knew no one else besides Godric, Eric and I spoke Swedish I was embarrassed. I wanted to smack the half of a smile off of his face but he was right. We were on his turf, and thanks to Jenny I had walked into a death trap. I gritted my teeth. I hated being talked down to. Not even literally because he did tower over my small 5'4" frame, but emotionally he made me feel like a child, a child who had just gotten scolded for eating cookies before dinner. I had not realized everything around me was slowly going silent.
"You do not scare me." I said trying to believe the words that came out of my mouth.
His fangs popped out "Well maybe I should." He said with a hiss.