Sook & the Three Fairies
by joyindenver
DISCLAIMER: SVM is the property of CH. I do not claim ownership to her wonderful characters or her series. I hope she forgives me for taking creative liberties and playing with some of her characters. "Sook & the Three Fairies" is just a creative writing exercise.
WARNING: This story is Rated M for language, mature themes, drugs, sex, political incorrectness, and other social and moral faux pas. You have been warned. Read at your own discretion. This story is not suited for all readers.
A/N: Please R & R. The story layout is very different. Some readers may find this type of narrative challenging, but it is worth the effort. I promise. This story does not have chapters, but I thought it would be too long to keep on one page. Keep in mind that this story is angst and not a HEA kind of story.
SUMMARY: She's obsessed with green Skittles and only wears cowboy boots on her feet and she has impulse control issues and a fixation with wishing wells and she has the body of a goddess. Her evil stepmother threw her out of the house. Homeless, she squatted here and there until she found a home with three men. One day Prince Charming drives up in a shiny red Corvette. Can true love's kiss save her? (Angst/Fantasy/OOC/AU/non-canon)
. * o ~ Sitting in a Dark Alley ~ o * .
The LSD seems to have given her super human powers. She drags her unconscious companion away from the fighting and into a nearby dark alley. He is bleeding from the back of his head. Removing her headband and panties, she makes a bandage. She is afraid he may be bleeding to death.
There was an article in the Daily Bulletin on exsanguinations. She had torn off a piece of the article, rolled it up, and sniffed a few lines of cocaine. She now thought it was a shame she hadn't read that article. That sort of information would have been helpful at the moment.
Sookie sits down and carefully places her companion's head in her lap. She leans her back against a brick wall and exhales loudly. Her abdomen hurts.
. * o ~ That Afternoon ~ o * .
Two bodies, naked and sweaty were fucking like rabbits on the bathroom floor. The tile was hard and it was cold. Sookie's back was sticking to the tile. Each time her partner frantically rammed into her, the skin on her back pinched. It hurt, but it only added to her excitement.
When she started out her day, she hadn't planned on having sex with her roommate. Like a lot of things in Sookie's life, it just happened. She always found herself in the right places at the right time; or perhaps in the wrong places at the right time.
"Ohmygod!" Sookie screamed with ecstasy. She dug her cowboy boots into his ass. She had found her fix. The high washed over her. This euphoria, anything is possible, is exactly what she had been looking for. She was on top of the world. She could do this all day. It didn't matter where. This dreamy liquid that made her limbs disappear was addictive.
Moments later her roommate groaned with his own orgasm. His sweaty body collapsed on top of her. She didn't care. She was still riding her high
. * o ~ Later that Day ~ o * .
Eric's thumb glided over the little ball on his Blackberry.
Sorry it had 2 go down this way. It's NOT working out 4 me. I'm sorry Eric, it's over! I moved my stuff out.
Sophie Anne had broken up with him. Eric thought he would die. He really thought Sophie had been the one. For the life of him, he couldn't come up with any particular reason why she would dump him. Things had been going great. He'd even given her three orgasms a few nights ago.
He decided he hated text messaging. It was just so impersonal.
She was jealous, he concluded.
By his own estimation he was sexy, and she couldn't handle it. It made perfect sense to him. Women and men alike hated him for being so good looking. He remembered the one time when he took Sophie out to a fancy dinner. The waitress had flirted with him. Though he hadn't flirted back, Sophie had given him shit for it. He had felt like a dead man walking to the electric chair. The drive home had been tense. When he asked what was wrong, she simply had told him, 'You know why'.
In truth, Eric was devastatingly beautiful. Tall, athletic, blonde, blue eyes and a jaw line even straight men envied.
"Want to go grab some dinner?" Pam walked in to his office, interrupting Eric's train of thought. Pam is Eric's Campaign Manager and friend. They had attended the same Ivy League university and had become instant friends when they had met at a frat party. If Eric had been a female, he would have been Pam.
Eric didn't answer Pam's question. Instead he handed her his Blackberry. It took her a few seconds to read the text.
"We'll do the Glenmore Club," she told him. She gave Eric back his phone. Pam had never liked Sophie Anne. She thought Sophie Anne was a blood sucking tramp. Pam was glad that the bitch in red heels was gone. She knew a nice juicy pair of tits and a piece of ass would put her friend straight again. At least they always did the trick in setting her world right again.
. * o ~ Severals Years Ago ~ o * .
Snow White said, "Wanna know a secret? Promise not to tell. We are standing by a Wishing Well. Make a wish into the well. That's all you have to do. And if you hear it echoing, your wish will soon come true."
Little Sookie had spent hundreds of hours searching the woods behind her stepmother's house looking for a Wishing Well. Her stepmom had told her that there wasn't such a thing. Wanting a second opinion, Sookie had asked the Preacher. He had asked her why she was looking for one. Sookie had told him she wanted to make a wish to be safe from bad things. What she had really wanted to tell him was that she wanted to make a wish that her real parents would find her and save her.
The Preacher had told her God watched over his flock and protected them if they had faith. Once he had even told her that evil begot evil and that bad things happened because God was teaching his children a lesson in faith.
This had been upsetting to a ten year old who was being molested by her uncle. He wasn't her real uncle. Bartlett was her stepmom's boyfriend. Sookie had been forced to call him Uncle Bartlett and her stepmom, mama.
Regardless of what her "mama" and the Preacher had told her, Sookie continued to believe. She had kept up her search for a Wishing Well. In between her searching, she had prayed fervently to the fairy King and Queen who she thought lived in the woods behind the house. She had prayed that they would give her wings, so she could fly home. She had imagined she was their long lost daughter taken captive by the evil humans, and that the King and Queen of the fairies had sent out scouts to search for her. It was only a matter of time before they would find her, and then they would mount the great fairy army to rescue her.
. * o ~ That Afternoon ~ o * .
Claude rolled over and squeezed himself between Sookie's sticky body and the wall. It was a narrow bathroom.
"Want a Skittle?" she asked him. Every room in the house was littered with vases and bowls filled with green Skittles. Her obsession was becoming a nuisance. Bill had asked Claude to talk to her about it.
Claude watched Sookie sit up and reach into one of the two bowls sitting on the toilet tank. He admired her boobs. Sookie had very nice breasts.
Sookie offered him some Skittles and Claude took one. He wanted to tell her that her green Skittles obsession was getting out of hand. It made Bill upset to have to navigate around her stockpiles of green candy. Bill wanted Claude to say something to Sookie, but Claude didn't want to make Sookie sad. Sookie was his best friend, so he said nothing.
Sookie leaned back onto the tile floor.
"I so needed that." Sookie sounded relaxed and pleased. Her hand lazily flicked Claude's chest.
"You can't tell Bill," said Claude. He loved Bill. Bill was his lover and their roommate.
"My lips are sealed." Sookie smiled happily. Bill had told her the same thing when they had fucked on the sofa. Don't tell Claude. Sookie giggled. "Do you have a joint?"
"Peace weed." Claude stood up. "Come on," he said pulling Sookie off the floor. She followed him through their apartment and into the room he shared with Bill. Sookie noticed that Claude's butt cheeks had indentations in them from her cowboy boots. Sookie giggled. She thought Claude had the best ass she'd ever seen. She giggled again. She wanted to bite it.
Standing in Claude and Bill's room, Sookie waited expectantly while Claude lit up the peace weed.
She definitely hadn't planned on having sex with Claude, just like she had never planned on having sex with Bill either. Bill had come home early from work and walked in on her masturbating on the sofa. Who knew that watching a woman masturbate would turn on for her gay roommate? The obvious thing to Sookie was to have sex. And so they did on the sofa in the living room. That was last year. They never did it again.
This afternoon she had decided to follow her best gal pal's advice and go Teddy Savalas down south. Claude had walked in on her. Who knew watching a woman shave her pubic hair would turn on her other gay roommate? Claude had thought it was damn sexy. Fucking seemed like the logical thing to Sookie. So they did. Like rabbits. At this rate, Sookie conceded that it was inevitable that Sam was next. Sam was her other gay roommate.
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