Faerily Dead
Summary: A/U. Sookie was in the car when her parents were murdered by the Water Fae... but of course our telepath survived and has consequently lived very different life. Oh yeah, and the forces-that-be were impatient, so Sookie was orphaned as a baby. (I've read other stories like this and I thought I'd throw my chip in the mix!)
A/N: There is a very good reason why I haven't been able to face Royally Dead (I've been sitting on ch 31 for a month, hating it), so in the meantime my brain vomited this lil' ditty. It's probably gonna be a dumb lil' un-beta'd one shot. Eh. ;)
Omniscient POV
The wind was raging fiercely across the swamped overpass. Powerful gusts whistled loudly through the densely packed forest as sheets of relentless rain poured from the dark gray clouds. Despite it being mid-afternoon in northern Louisiana, the sky was nearly black and the screaming gales, the pounding sleet, and crackling thunder echoed in a violent, deafening symphony.
Two solitary figures braved the onslaught of Nature's wrath. The punishing elements beat against them unsuccessfully; they were stone sentinels, undeterred by the elements. The supernatural pair gazed stoically at the chaos and watched with blank faces as licks of water pulled a small sedan deeper into the swirling depths of the churning river.
A third being popped into existence beside the motionless statues. He was drenched to the skin and carried a small bundle in his arms, swaddled in a thick down parka. A small noise came from the depths of the fabric, a sound all but inaudible over the howling of the storm.
The first being never turned his gaze from the spot where the vehicle had been swept below the violent waves. "You have her." The quiet words were not a question.
"Yes", the third being replied.
The second being was revealed as female when she spoke. "Very well. Let us depart."
"Wait", the male cradling the child spoke. His deep green eyes glowed with concern as he gazed upon the milk and honey complextion on the baby. "What shall we tell her?"
The first male responded, "We shall tell her only what she needs to know… in time." Authority rang in the man's voice, and neither of his companions questioned his intentions further.
The whistling wind and splattering downpour overpowered the sound of the three beings popping away from the flooded bridge, and smothered the faint squeals of the struggling wrapped bundle.
Sookie's POV
Ahhh. Warm rays of golden light filtered through the wispy white curtains pulled shut around my bed. Eliana (I called her Ellie) had opened the stained-glass doors that led to my private balcony, and the cool morning breeze ruffled the delicate organza panels which shielded my bed from the world.
After nineteen years one might think that they could get accustomed to waking in paradise, but I loved it every single morning. The light breeze, the toasty sunlight, the scent of the sea drifting in the air, and the luxurious feel of the finest silk gown against my skin… sigh. Oh no, it never got old.
I stretched out my limbs beneath the airy ivory sheets in my soft queen sized bed. Mmmm. Goodness, it feels so wonderful to stretch out my lazy muscles. I sighed sleepily and reached out for the crystal glass full of icy water that was always on my nightstand in the morning. I sat up and gulped the chilly liquid greedily, enjoying absolutely everything.
Two minutes after I had finished my glass, the tiny silver bell hanging from my canopy rang delicately, and Ellie entered my chamber to tie back the white hangings around my bed with thick green ribbons and pull me out of bed.
"Go' morning mi' lady!" she exclaimed in her usual sunny voice.
"Morning Ellie" I replied with a sleepy smile. Her moods were always contagious. The maid pulled me out of bed and lifted the lavender silk nightgown I had worn over my head. I noted that the delicate purple gown had cream-colored embroidered roses along the bodice and hem before the garment was whisked away by another ladies maid. Such a beautiful gown, I thought (as I did nearly every morning), I wish I could see it more closely. But no, I won't see it again. Papa insisted that I always be dressed in the finest things, but I was never allowed to wear them more than once, not even my under things. The exquisite nightgowns I wore were taken away daily to be replaced with new items. I had rebelled against the waste many times in my youth, but there was no point in arguing with Papa. To this day I could only hope that the lovely clothes I was forced to treat as disposable tissues were given away for our subjects to enjoy.
Ellie ran my morning bath for me while I was lost in my thoughts, as usual. The ladies' maid was the closest thing I had ever had to a real friend. Eliana was only two years older than I and had been with me for as long as I can remember. She is the daughter of a Fae Duke, royalty in her own right, but her father had chosen for Ellie to serve as my handmaiden.
It was easy in childhood – we were best friends and did everything together from making mud pies to dressing up as fairy princesses. Over the years the adults placed a tiny wedge between my bff and I, and widened it steadily over the course of many years.
We both learned our places in the realm. Eliana is a Fairy Duchess. I am a Fairy Princess. We may have learned our positions in our world, but Ellie and I ignored it whenever possible and remained best friends.
The bubble bath was relaxing and Ellie gently washed my long blonde hair. We gossiped about the goings-on in the palace as I dried off and was laced into another brand-spankin' new dress. Today it was white with yellow lilies embroidered along the bodice. Ellie's assistant twisted my heavy hair into a messy, ,yet artful knot on the back of my head, and left thick tendrils curling around my porcelain face.
"Yollie did a great job today, Sook!" Ellie observed over my shoulder.
"Yep, I like it"
"Did the Prince tell you what was up for today?"
"Not really", I replied, brushing back a lock a hair from my forehead. "… he said it had to do with some vampire sheriff or something."
Ellie sucked in a quick breath. "Vampire?! No, someone must have been messing with you, honey! You know we can't be around any bloodsuckers."
I pulled on a carefully curled spiral of hair and couldn't contain my laughter. I was pretty sure that Papa was messing with me, too. "It doesn't matter anyway", I giggled, "it's not like any vampire could come around in the DAY, now can he?!"
Ellie caught my giggles like a virus and we both struggled to get me into my gown for the day. It was the palest white with tiny red flowers splashed across the tight bodice and full skirt.
Goodness knows that I had no idea how much this one dress would affect my life.