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A/N: This is for the Halloween challenge at TheRooftop, I used banner #7
There's been better plans…
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown."
H.P Lovecraft
1
Shreveport, Louisiana
It had been one of those days again. The dark had gotten under her skin by the time she reached the exit that said Shreveport, and it made her super aware of everything around her as she roamed the lonely streets of Shreveport.
Her hair whipped against her back, and she thought about the moment she had decided to not cut it off. She'd been on the couch with Eric, his hands combing out her long, blond tangles and he'd smiled at her.
"Your hair has a different color than mine," he'd whispered. She'd smiled back at him and wondered what the heck he meant and then he'd explained the theory he had. What got to her was that the other blond woman in the theory, was the girl Jo had been convinced was named Pookie for a good long while before she found out her name was Sookie. Jo and Sookie, Eric mused, had some things in common. The biggest one being their attraction to him. She'd laughed at him, touching his lips with a finger to shut him up before she kissed him. When she'd left the next night, it had been similar to the time before, when she left wanting more.
Being back for the first time in another couple of months, it was really stirring things up. She didn't know what to do anymore. Dean was dead, and all she could think about was seeing Eric. She wanted him to comfort her and be there, but he was a vampire, he was a sheriff, and he was only the hottest and most wanted vampire in the state. Why would he even think twice of her again? He'd wanted her to come back more often, but since when did that mean any kind of a relationship? She shook her head at herself and stalked down the dark street.
The lights flickered and the wind seemed to howl just around the corners of the buildings. Horrible night. Horrible week. Goddamn it, horrible year! She stopped under a streetlight, and something made her feel like she was being watched. She turned around, her eyes burning through the dark trying to see. She'd relied on her gut-feeling for so long, even if Eric sort of had screwed it up for her for a while, she knew when she was being followed.
"What?" she hissed to the shadows, but nothing stirred, nothing came at her. "Come on, I'm not in the mood for games," she said under her breath and looked around the street.