okey, I wrote this just to see what you guys think. should I keep writing to this story? do I have something here? or should I start something new? it would really help me to know what others think about it, so please review :)
I only borrowed the characters from charlene harris ;)
"orders up!" I rushed over to get my orders from terry. It was packed at merlotte's tonight and had my hands full with drunk costumers. It didn't help when I suddenly felt a wave with anxiety flow across the bond. I tried to send him as much calm and love back to him, as I made my way through the crowd to a drunken Tara and her husband JB. Tara just had an abortion and was drinking the pain away, poor JB I though. He didn't know what to do. I had my shields up, but it was slowly falling thanks to Eric's anxiety. What was making him so anxious? I still had a few hours left of my shift and I was just finished with my first break so I had to wait to check on what Eric was doing. He was supposed to pick me up after my shift so I tried to think more about my job.
Thirty minutes passed and I suddenly felt angry. It was so intense that I had to sit down. What the hell? Sam came into the office where I was trying to control the emotions that I was getting across the bond.
"What's the matter, Sookie?" his voice full of concern.
"I have no idea, Sam, it is Eric. Something is wrong."
"well, call him then. But Sookie…" his face was sorry. "I need you out there, it's crazy out there"
"I know Sam, I am going to call, just need to control all the emotions across the bond first. I'll be out in five" it looked like he was going to say something more but dropped it and walked out to the bar instead.
"Fangtasia, the bar with a bite. What can I do for you?" said a voice I didn't recognize.
"Uh, hey. I need to speak with Mr. Northman"
"I'm sorry, but the master is unavailable this evening" great.
"Is he in the bar tonight though?"
"I'm sorry, but that is information I cannot give" what? Since when did that happened?
"Look, I'm Sookie Stackhouse, and I really need to talk to him right now. So if you're not going to give him the phone, I can just call his cell." Why didn't I think of that sooner?
"You… you have the number to his cell?" like talking to a seven year old…
"I said so didn't I? If you're smart you will tell him that I need to speak with him, because he'll be real mad if he finds out you didn't. Now I don't have time for this. Is he in or not?"
"I'm sorry Ms. Stackhouse, but he left to an urgent meeting."
"Thanks for telling me" I said with a hint of sarcasm "bye". I dialed his cell phone number but his phone was shut off. Great, I thought, just what I needed.
On my way back to the bar I tried to find a reasonable explanation to what's happening, but I had a really bad feeling about this. I just kind of knew something was really bad. Urgent meeting? That could only mean the king. So what did DeCastro want now? Something told me that this was about me yet again. Nothing got Eric so mad if it weren't for mine or Pam's safety. The king is always trying to find a way to get to me, which I am getting really tired of. I can't do anything about it though. He is, after all, the king.