Dead Awakening
What if Sookie died at the hands Lochlan and Neave? What if she awoke a vampire?
Takes place at the end of Dead and Gone.
It seemed like a fleeting nightmare, to be taken.
She thought it was some sort of bad dream, a memory she would wake from, shake her head and go back to sleep. She thought it would end sooner rather than later. But the pain she was feeling was too real for a dream. And the evil glint in the eyes of her captors could not be something she created in her mind.
"What do you want from me?" She asked the two who had taken her.
They didn't bother to respond, they didn't care for conversation. Just her screams. And once it was over, her death would give them the relief they seemed to be seeking. Sookie closed her eyes and found herself distanced from the pain she was in. She pictured her family. What was left of it. Jason, who had just lost his wife and baby, but would hopefully move on. Claudine-she felt love for Claudine, and wondered why her fairy godmother wouldn't save her now. Niall. He was the cause of this, in affect. Fintan wanted her apart from the world of fairies for a good reason. This was that reason. Sam-not blood, but surely as close to her heart as any blood relative could be. ERIC. Wasn't the purpose of the blood bond for him to be able to find her, if she truly needed him? It was dark outside. He should be able to come to her. In her head she screamed for Eric, over and over. Please save me from these creatures. The pain caused by the fairies was nothing compared to the pain caused by him not coming to her.
She was ready to die. She felt the weakness deep inside, the slipping away. The pain no longer felt real to her. The awful things being done to her no longer mattered. She wondered if anyone would ever know that she were dead. She wondered if there would be a funeral for her, with no body to speak of. Would she see Gran? Her parents? She closed her eyes, and felt her breathing slow. No more screams. She thought there was still something happened around her, the fairies were not finished with her yet. But it was not enough to convince her to open her eyes. They felt so good, closed. Her brain was so tired of thinking. Rest was beautiful. Peace at last.
….
Blackness surrounded her. She felt as if the world had ended. The air was stale, dust-filled. There was no pain. There was need. Need like no other need before it. It was taking her over. She felt herself start to fight. She would escape this chamber she was in, of darkness and dirt, and she would fulfill the need that consumed her. She felt so powerful, as the struck out with arms and legs.
She threw the dirt that held her down away, and found herself in a forest. It seemed she was pulling herself from a grave. She wanted to stop, to question the fact that she was buried here, in the woods, when her last thoughts were acceptance of death, and peace. She wanted to know what could have happened to lead her to these woods, with heightened senses. She could see EVERYTHING, it seemed. In every direction, the forest teemed. She saw and heard every animal, she smelled the scents of everything that was around her, and had been around her. Nothing mattered, however. Except the need. She started to run, no direction in mind, but with a purpose that must be fulfilled. In the distance there was something that could fulfill her need. Instincts prevailed over rational thought.
She ran with power and grace. She felt as a wild animal must feel, free and without constraint. Something deep inside of her screamed at her, told her something important was being forgotten, but it was so easy to ignore. There was only herself, and the night, and the need. There was no other life before this one, nothing else mattered.
And she saw them. Two creatures. She could see that they were humans, and male. She knew in the darkness of the forest, in a different lifetime, that she would be alarmed at coming across two hunters, herself hardly dressed, without any shoes. They had guns, but did not seem to hear her approach. There was no fear now. All she could feel was excitement. The need had become almost painful, a burning that overrode all rational thought. She hesitated only briefly, then she struck. The men hardly had time to scream, before they lie before her, necks broken. She fell on one of them, and she bit into his neck with no hesitation. The taste was indescribable. The relief was something that she could not even begin to understand. She drank until the flow slowed, and then the other hunter was at her lips before she even realized the first had been dropped. She sank back on her heels after a while, finally able to think rationally.
She tried to understand what was happening to her. She knew she was a vampire. She knew she had died in the room with the two fairies, and then awoke in the dirt. If someone turned me, she thought, wouldn't they have stayed? Wouldn't they have been there for me, when I rose? Wouldn't they have stopped me from killing these men?
Killing these men. She looked down at them, oddly peaceful looks on their faces. She remembered how she felt when she killed in her human life, the guilt that overtook her, the horror. She didn't feel that now. She KNEW it was wrong to kill, that these men likely had families, friends, hopes, dreams. But she felt nothing akin to what she felt as a human. She was sorry they were dead. She was sorry that they chose that night to hunt, and that she came upon them in the dark. She understand now, what the statement "It's in my nature," truly meant. She realized what was lost to her, the important thing that was forgotten as she ran through the forest. Blood tears streamed down her face, as she reached to close the eyes of the men she killed.
She didn't feel human.