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I have updated this chapter as an introduction and added some minor changes.
Preface
Feeling desolate and bereft of any thought she stumbled down the street into the humid night. She carried a small bag with some clothes and she had intended to go to her brother's but that had suddenly been no option. She was wandering into city centre and the buzzing night life on this Friday Night. She huffed in irony when she recalled that it was Friday the 13th today.
Screw Bill and Jessica for doing this to her. He was her boyfriend for three years and still cheated on her with Jessica in their home!
Sookie choked on a sob and her throat constricted, barely breathing. She leaned against the wall of one of the clubs, trying to regain her composure. She didn't ask for this and didn't want to handle it. She pushed away from the wall and walk determinedly to the entrance of the club, not even looking at the name.
"Where do you think you're going with that bag?" A very big bouncer said to her, "Leave it here in the cloak room or I'll kick you out."
Ever trying to be a good girl, Sookie nodded and gave her bag to one of the staff. The music was leering her to a red wooden door and when she pushed it open, the music was ten times as loud. She recognised "Angel" by Massive Attack and made her way through the throngs of people. She went to the bar and quickly gained the bartender's attention.
She ordered a raspberry mojito and told the barman to keep them coming. A blond girl, alone, at the bar drinking mojitoes and swaying to the music was not to go unnoticed by others. Before she knew it, she was being pulled onto the dance floor. Grinding her ass, against a very willing man who couldn't keep his hands to himself. However, Sookie couldn't care less if she could forget the image of Bill and Jessica in her bed. Her mind began to cloud and her head started to spinning. The heat, movement and alcohol made her body work in overdrive. She started walking towards the toilets and just before she walked in there she bumped into someone, which made her stagger into the bathroom before she could apologise. She slumped to the floor against the cold tiles of the toilets and waited for the spinning to stop. The music seemed to be even louder now and Sookie knew she had to get out of here, while feeling even worse with the realisation that she couldn't even have her fun and forget everything. She only saw Bill and Jessica in front of her eyes.
The girl he bumped into came out of the toilets, 20 minutes later, and while talking to some people, he saw her with a pale face walk towards the exit. She, then, stopped and turned towards the cloak room. As the owner of this club, Eric, tried to keep control over the mass of drunken people but this blond girl had looked out of place and when he wanted to apologise, she had gone inside the toilets. He had been keeping an eye out for her when she walked past him to the exit. Figuring she was leaving, he turned to the group of people around him and didn't think of her anymore. Until, just as the music was low for a second, he heard a muffled scream. He turned to the cloak room and when he opened the door, one of the regulars in the club was forcing himself on the blond girl, who looked at Eric before fainting. Ray stepped away with a smirk on his face, letting the blond slide to the floor. Eric grabbed him by his colar and handed him to Alcide, the bouncer.
"Deal with him." Eric said leaving no room for interpretation as to how to deal with Ray, "I do not want to see him in here again."
Pam had been right all along about him.
One of the servants had laid the girl down on the floor and told someone to get some water. Eric told her to get a medic to his office and carefully lifted the girl in his arms. He walked her through a hall way parallel to the club's entire length and at the end was his office, where he laid her on the sofa.
He sat down, waiting. She stirred and he regarded her as she was coming back, mesmerised by her dark blue eyes as she looked up to him. He saw realisation dawning on her and she, immediately, shot up, looking around frantically.
"It's ok. You're safe here." He told her and then standing up and walking around his desk to sit down, "I am Eric Northman. I own this place."
She hesitated only a split second, "I'm Sookie, Sookie Stackhouse. I guess I have to thank you…." The rest of the words were unspoken but hanging between them like an iron curtain. Eric nodded but didn't offer anything else.
There was a knock and a medic came in, who started examining Sookie immediately.
Sookie was just trying to pick up conversation when the medic appeared. Thankfully that appeared to be a distraction. The owner, Eric, did nothing to calm her nerves. She was feeling on edge and strangely guarded. Her mind was delibrately making her feel things that weren't there, just so she did not have to think about all that happened. The medic said something to Eric and then turned a questionable glance her way. The medic looked back again and then stood up. Eric's features came into focus then and he too had a questionable glance on his face. Sookie wondered why that was when she felt a hand on her arm. She flinched away, pulling her knees up.
"Sookie... Sookie?" Finally her name got through and she looked up to Eric, who seemed relieved to see a reaction.
"Is there anyone we can call?" He asked. Sookie shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She just wanted to go home.
"Maybe a cab?" She whispered. Eric glanced to the medic, who nodded and walked away.
"I'll have an agent escort you home." He said with finality and Sookie felt compelled to get up and walk to the door. Before she opened it, she straightened and said a quiet 'thank you'. With that, she left feeling just as desolate but slightly calmer.
