Brotherly Love
Chapter 1: Eyes in the Dark
Hi, this is my first story on and I hope you like it. The events take place after All Together Dead. If anyone has any constructive criticism, please don't be afraid to post it
(or any useful phrases that Sookie uses a lot to make it more authentic). My chapters aren't long I'm afraid, but I hope they're good.
I'll try to post new chapters as often as possible, but I'm a slow writer. Thanks for reading.
Note (11-Sep-2010) - I reposted this chapter (reformatted) because of some reading issues. There's no change in content!
Note: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to Charlaine Harris. I may be breaking some sort of copyright but I hope Ms Harris is nice enough to forgive me :)
When I opened my eyes, my heart stopped. I could see the moon coming in through the window and being reflected at me – from dark eyes in the chair in the corner of my room. Someone was in my room.
Again.
Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea, I am going to have to get better locks... and an alarm. Not that they'd be a lot of good against those that are coming into my home... Short of a silver door, I can't think of anything that could keep a vampire out.
If they didn't need an invite, I don't think I'd sleep. As it is, I'm twitchy at the slightest sound; my life has changed so much since vampires have 'come out of the coffin'. Ever since I met 'He-who-must-not-be-named' (in the non-Harry Potter sense of course), I've been involved in things far beyond my understanding.
I'd been exposed to a previously unknown world – a world hidden for a reason.
The Supernatural Community isn't known for its predilection (my word of week for 2 weeks ago) towards humans, except of course for their blood. It's not safe for any human, even a special one like me. My telepathy makes me somewhat of a useful commodity in the Supernatural Community – a human lie-detector effectively. I'm not fully human, of course, since my Great-Granddaddy is a Fairy (a prince amongst fairies, lucky me), making me an eigth-Fae. Sometimes this is a gift, but mostly it's made my life horrible – friends are hard to keep, people think I'm mad and the vampires want to control me.
And that's why there's a vampire sitting dead still in the corner of my room (I can tell even though I can't hear their thoughts – it feels like a vacuum of space). I'm scared to move, to let them know I'm awake. Stupid idea. What vampire would be fooled by that? They could hear my breathing change and would have seen me jolt awake. The dark is no barrier to the not-quite-so-dead's sight; they can see me, no problem.
And that means they know I'm awake, but they haven't attacked. The logical part of my brain is telling me that no dangerous vampires have an invitation to my house and this vampire seems placid – for now. The other, dominant, part of my brain is rapidly inventing scenarios, starting with their entry and ending with my death. My heartbeat is kicking into overdrive – if I can hear it, the vampire definitely could. Why haven't they attacked?
The only explanation is that they don't plan to kill me (yet) and there were only two vampires I knew who would petrify me in order to, in their minds, not scare me.
Most vampires are severely out of touch with human emotions. I assumed that it wasn't Him since he broke my heart with his betrayal and I've since abjured him – basically he doesn't exist to me (simple in theory, impossible in practice). That left one person (or being – it's always hard to classify the dead) – someone whose motives I'm not yet certain of. One person whom I loved, and who loved me in return. Someone who forgot that love. But he recently forced me to reveal the truth to him and now he says that he remembers; remembers the love, the passion, the fun...
And now he won't let me forget it.
Eric. Sherriff of Area 5 and my one-time lover (my knees still tremble slightly at the memories); Eric has a lot of power of me and the fact that he's in my room doesn't bode well for me – the last time I helped him I ended up revealing my secret to quite a few humans, as well as falling out of a window.
The 1,000 year-old Viking was bad news... so why did my heart lift when I realised who it was?