AN: I own nothing. I just like experimenting with alternate time lines and events within the Sookiedom. We're starting here, but we'll go back and show you what led up to this is in the next few chapters. Just working on a good opening hook, so if you like, review to get more goodies.
Looking down at the blood dribbling running down my arm into a growing pool on the floor. It's a slow drip like the faucet I keep asking Jason to fix but he never has "the right tool" with him. Thinking about it now, I don't guess it's real important anymore. I'm sure it will get fixed before they put the house on the market. With me, Hadley, and Gran all being dead, I don't think Jason will have any urge to keep it. He'd prefer the money and the farmhouse will sell for way more than our parents old house up in Arkansas. I should have taken the laundry out of the washing machine. It'll be days before anybody knows to look for me and by the time they open that thing up….whew! Out there on the back porch sweltering in the Louisiana heat at that. I'm sad to say their last thoughts of Crazy Sookie Stackhouse will not be fond. I hope it's Andy. Sorry, that's Detective Bellefleur to me. Apparently your eyes are one of the last things you loose control over when you bleed to death. Who knew? At least I can go out while still rolling my eyes.
I tried to look over to my front but decided that's not too good an idea. Here I am making a thorough mess of things. This building doesn't look like it's been lived in. It's more of a shack. A carpeted, insulated, and almost entirely wooden room. I had spent hours so far searching everything in my reach for something, anything, that I could use as a makeshift weapon. All I came up with was giving them the carpet burn that they'd remember forever. I couldn't get so much as a carpet tack, which made one thing very clear. They had planned this. This room was set up specifically with this in mind, if not me. I had never seen these people before and I couldn't imagine having done anything bad enough for these freaks to want to kill me….ever. "Freaks." Sigh.
"Tsk..Tsk… One should speak better of their elders." His lips started to curl back in that creepy smile that showed just a little too much gums that is a little disturbing on its own but more so because his gums were almost purple like the chow-chow dog that I saw at the dog show Gran took us to. He knew he had confused me. I was too tired to hide what I was feeling anymore. If it hurt I screamed. If I couldn't scream, I cried, and when I was confused, I looked it. He didn't look even as old as I am.
"You sssshouldn't talk tso her… SSShhhee doessssn't need to know anything." Was she speaking parsel tongue? Well, color me muggled! If I had only known that being a juvenile delinquent and finishing reading Harry Potter would save my life one day! They were obviously twins. Not from their appearance but by their demeanor. They were the other half of the other's whole. Separately they were scary, but together they were terrifying. She had said very little up until now, and I quivered in fright when she smiled at me. I didn't think there was anything else they could do to scare me. They had been cutting away at my arms and legs for hours with ceramic blades and putting salt on the wounds, but that was only after they got tired of pinching, slapping, and punching me first. The worst wasn't the torture but between the pain sessions, they would….snuggle? Me. It was like being abused by wild lions. It was as if I was a mouse dangling in front of them. I know I'm dying every second, but for some reason I can't just get it over with. The moonlight started gleaming off her silvered pointed fangs. No wonder she had a lisp. It reminded me of the Hessian from Sleepy Hollow that Christopher Walken played. I remembered me and Hadley watching it and I'd have nightmares about his filed teeth and she would laugh and tell me how cool she thought fangs were. In retrospect that was pretty damn funny. I started to laugh and shake all over from the pain when I laughed. Yep. Definitely broken ribs. This won me another sharp fingernail shoved into the wound on my inner arm right before the bitch sank her mutilated chompers into my calf.
"Ssshe's lost too much. Can't kill her yet. No word." She reached her brother's shoulder to pull him away but was only mildly successful. He had settled in against me, and my first thought was that he was going to snuggle me, but I was wrong. Very…very…wrong. He grabbed my skirt and ripped it up the side and snapped the side of my underwear all in one movement.
"No! Ssshhee's not even in sssseason! You can't! You promised!"
I looked at her and for just a moment thought she was trying to rescue me from being raped, but one look at her and I knew that wasn't her issue. She was jealous. She didn't care if he raped me, just not at the wrong time.
"If she's soiled they won't accept her! It will be good enough. These humans get pregnant all sorts of times." He was unlacing his pants. Yeah, unlacing. Who the hell wore lace up pants now a days? These two. Slower than a zipper so it was good for me. Wait! Did he say pregnant? They were trying to breed me?
"Fucking Fertile Female!" Nope, her F's were not a problem. "He hasn't given us the order yet."
Who? What order? I had assumed that this was some sort of crazy obsessed couple of inbred freaks, but this was looking more sinister by the moment. There was a plan. The good news was that killing me was not in that plan…yet. The bad news was me being pregnant was. More specifically, the getting pregnant part was more of a problem. I'm not experienced in these things but I don't think it just happens the first time…except for in after school specials. Did he say humans? I had a sneaking suspicion that if I…well… could do what I could….and vampires existed too, that there might be more….others? But I hadn't met any. What if her teeth were just that way naturally? Good heavens no wonder he wanted to have sex with a human! I had thought it was the drugs they gave me that made me unable to hear them. Guess again.
I saw the plastic knife in her hand a second before he did. She sliced into my inner thigh like a hot knife through butter. He let out a growl but then both looked over to the door like there was something more important than my arterial bleeding going on the outside. Then they were up and outside faster than I could gasp for air. I looked down to the squirting bloody fountain that used to be my lap so that I could pointlessly stare at my life leave my body, but saw something…..breathtaking. They were the eyes of an angel with centers of heavenly blue with gleaming blonde eyebrows framing them. For a second I could even overlook that they were also dappled in blood spray. He was looking at me so intently that it was as if his gaze held my concentration completely. That's when I noticed that his mouth was latched onto my thigh wound, and he was licking. Oh, God! Could this day get any worse? I started to squirm away and he let out a feral growl at me, fully exposing a large set of pearly white but blood stained fangs. Shit! Shit ! And more Shit! This must be the who that I was being held for. The head honcho.
"Hold the fuck still. What's wrong with you?" He had grabbed me by the back of the neck like the scruff of a cat with one hand and then bit his own wrist savagely.
"What's wrong with me? What the fuck is your problem? You're the one torturing and raping me!"
He looked down at his wrist and back at me with even more annoyance than I thought was possible before ripping into it again and shoved it into my mouth forcefully enough to make my teeth ache. I think a few of them had been knocked loose anyway, but his look changed and he softened his push towards my face before pulling away all together.
I sprayed a little of his blood, or maybe still some of mine into his face while I coughed out my next barrage of insults at him. He just went to licking at me. Then looked up and called, "Child!" I just knew he was calling back in the silver toothed bitch to finish the job, maybe he was full, or maybe he was insulting me like the other one did.
"You Fucking Fanged Freak!" I guess my F's worked fine too. "Can't glamour someone yourself? Have to get someone else to start your meals for you? Best if tenderized?" I knew vampires were dangerous, but I had no idea that they tortured people for fun, and what was that about pregnancy. Everybody knew that vampires weren't fertile. That was half the attraction to them. Sexually speaking. For me it was more of a solace issue but to most people they were good sex with no risk of disease or pregnancy just exsanguination.
"Hurumph! Ooh, she is just delectable." I was relieved and terrified both at once. In the doorway was a thin blonde wearing tights, heals, and a black vinyl dress that would have made a fetish model jealous, but she had a profuse amount of blood still flowing down between her cleavage. He looked over at her and let out a growl. "What? I was going to wait for you, but you took too long. I guess you like your fairy tenderized…" She slurred out the last part through a doped up smile.
"Fuck, Pam! Go finish the job, and I'll take care of Miss Stackhouse."
I thought it was the blood loss going to my brain and I was imagining that he meant take care of instead of take care of before I noticed him stroking the side of my neck with his thumb. What startled me more was when I noticed that I was moving into it. No…that's not weird. It was the first kind touch all day. It was soothing. This isn't some Stockholm syndrome shit! He did look sort of Swedish though…I felt a slight pinch to the back of my neck and then everything went black.
