Title: Waking Up Dead
Fandom: Book'Verse
Rating: R
Spoilers: Up though Dead and Gone
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for copies of the books, and season 1.
Summary: Sookie knows that she is going to die. Only it doesn't happen the way she expected.
Prologue
It hurt. It hurt so much, and I was so cold. I could feel the warmth of the blood beneath me. My own blood. It was warm, and sticky. I was suddenly wishing Eric was there with me. Because I had no doubts in my mind that I was going to die. And it made me want to laugh, after all the run ins, fights, and incidents with Vampires, Werewolves, and other Supes. I was going to be done in, but a car accident. This was not how I'd imagined it. I'd hoped that I would die an old woman, with friends and family around. Not alone, in a ditch. Though the blood in my eyes I saw my car a few feet away. The ice on the road had caused my car to slide, and roll down the embankment. "Sookie." I heard a familiar voice in my ear. There was suddenly so much more pain. But it all meshed together.
"Bill?" I choked out. At least I wasn't going to die alone. I tried to reach for his hand, but found that I couldn't move my arm.
"You'll be fine, Sookie." He told me, and I let out a garbled, choked laugh. Eric wouldn't have lied to me. He would have honestly told me I was going to die, and most likely licked the blood off my face. I couldn't blame him. Fairy blood and all. I let my eyes slip shut again, my mind drifting to Eric. Picturing him in my mind. That obnoxious smirk of his, that I loved. The way he called me Lover. How his body felt over mine. And on that thought, I let the black take over me. Thankful that the pain was beginning to fade. Going into shock could be a beautiful thing. I wasn't cold. I wasn't in pain. I was just floating in my memories. All of the happy ones. Gran, and Jason when we were still kids. The first time I met Bill, and when I met Eric at Fangtasia. My pledged. Husband. Blood-bond. Would he miss me?
I felt very confused. I could feel a firm pressure over my whole body. Covered completely with a heavy weight. But not crushing. Not suffocating. Where was I? My eyes were still closed. I remembered the accident. Crystal clear. Driving home from work, looking forward to a hot shower. It was dark, and it was cold. The roads were icy, after a rare snowstorm barreled through Northern Louisiana. My car had slid, I remembered crawling out of the car, through the broken windshield. I remembered Bill being there. I slowly opened one eye, then the other. I was not in the hospital. I tried to pull in a breath of air, and got a mouth full of dirt. Bill Compton, you most certainly did not. I felt sudden anger, and sadness. This was the last thing I had ever wanted. In fact, I had never wanted this at all. Ever.