When Sookie finally awoke, the sunlight was brightly streaming through the windows illuminating all of the dust particles in her old bedroom. She gently rubbed her eyes as she tried to piece her thoughts together. The last she remembered she was sitting at the table with Lafayette, trying to reach out to her parents. Sookie stared at the ceiling for several moments before the memories came flooding back. Daddy..Lafayette...oh no, Lafayette.. and Ben, er, Warlow? A deep unsettling panic began to seep into her core. Was I dreaming? Sookie took a deep breath as she sat up. She swung her legs to the side of the bed and reached for her robe. She cautiously made her way downstairs, unsure of what or who she'd find. When she reached the landing, she rounded the corner to find none other than Ben... or Warlow, that lying son of a b... perched on the edge of her couch, intensely pouring over books and documents spread out before him. When he registered her company, he shot to his feet. Concern wrinkled his brow as he looked her over. "Sookie, how are you feeling? You've been sleeping for quite a while, I didn't want to wake you..." his voice trailed off as Sookie's body went rigid. Silence cloaked the room as they gazed at each other for many moments. "I uh... just wanted to say thank you and all for..." her body visibly shaking as she took a calming breath, "thank you," nodding curtly towards him before turning to the kitchen.
Warlow followed closely behind, standing at the threshold of the kitchen with his hands on his hips as she poured herself a glass of water and threw back a few aspirin. "Please let me cook for you, Sookie. You must be famished." He fidgeted slightly, waiting for a response. "I thought you had to listen to Bill's commands? Him being your maker and what not. How are you here?" Sookie retorted, her confidence and strength regaining. Annoyance flashed across Warlow's face, yet Sookie knew it was not directed at her. "I am very old, Sookie Stackhouse. Bill Compton may try to make me his marionette when the night falls, but his muddled blood is not strong enough to hold me during the daylight hours." Sookie shrugged, a fresh wave of exhaustion rolling over her as she collapsed into the kitchen chair. Without further question, Warlow began pulling items from the cupboard, moving fluidly around Sookie's kitchen with a light gracefulness known only to vampires.
Less than an hour later Sookie found herself eating breakfast at her Gran's old dining table with her parents murderer, who also happened to be in love with her. Just another day in the life of ol' Sookie Stackhouse she thought, half in amusement, half out of bitterness. "I'm sorry you've suffered so dearly," Ben softly replied. "Can you stay the hell outta my head, please?!" Sookie bit back. Warlow hung his head. "I'm so sorry Sookie, I just want to know how you're feeling, I want to make it better." He earnestly implored her. "Well, for starters you can…" She stopped mid sentence as he abruptly got to his feet; rage vibrating from his body. "I must go, Sookie. Please stay inside and be safe, I will come back as soon as I can." He grimaced in pain as he made his way unwillingly to the front door. "Everything I have told you from the moment we met, I've meant it with my entire heart." With one last look he was gone. Sookie sat shock still, trying to process the past few days events. With an exasperated sigh, she propped her elbows on the table, dropped her head into her hands and had a good long cry.
As Warlow made his way to the Compton manor he racked his brain for the ancient knowledge he knew existed. A progeny's ability to release themselves from their maker. Warlow knew he would once again be the one to see Lillith burn, and his mood lifted ever so slightly at the thought.
*please review! not really sure where I'm going with this. xoxo