Anything that you recognize, is more likely than not belonging to HBO. Anything you do NOT recognize, such as my OC, is, well, mine. So, yeah.
On the ride into work Sookie kept trying to pry me of details on that wild dream. Me, being the graceful creature I am, declined politely with a series of grunts and 'fuck-offs'. Typically I'd be more than happy to share, especially considering she completely understands my night time issue. In fact, she's the only person other than myself who knows.
I'd like to say we had a heart warming chat about my woes and that was how we bonded over it, but it turns out the bitch can read minds. I'm sure no one in our group could forget when the nee girl (i.e. Moi) punched Sookie Stackhouse's front tooth clear out her mouth when she came up to me on the playground scolding me for cursing out dream-me. It didn't turn out so bad though, she lost a wiggly tooth, we both gained a confidant and life-long friend.
Anywho, I eventually told Sook to leave it be. I just didn't want to talk about it at all, knowing her she'd soon be getting out of me in her own special way without me having to speak.
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Merlotte's has been pretty slow all damn day, and it's like torture. I'd give anything for a nap to experience Godric again. The mind is a cruel weapon; crafting this beautiful creature, essentially giving me a taste of heaven, but it was all an illusion. A dream. And not for nothing, but all damn day I've been trying to keep my mind off of last night with zero success.
So here I am, standing behind the bar at Merlotte's, staring at the TV that's playing the five o'clock news, trying like hell to recreate Godric in my mind. It didn't exactly help that Sook was clearly ready to burst at the seams if she didn't give me her input soon.
"Lindsey! Hel-lo, earth to-" Tara, one of my other close friends, was waving her hands in my face.
"Tara, the hell are you doing? What do you want?" I grumbled in her general direction. I just wanted to be left to my thoughts.
"Well, sorry, space cadet, but I've been askin' for whiskey for five fucking minutes now," She said, giving me the stink-eye. "What's up with you? Are you feeling okay?"
I poured her a double shot of our top shelf whiskey and put it on a coaster in front of her. I sat back down on my stool and threw my legs up to stretch over the bar top, ignoring the looks I was getting from some of the regulars.
"I'm fine, I just had a weird dream is all. Nothing to get a knot in ya panties about." I said, reaching down to grab a bottle of Stolichnaya vodka. I took a good pull from the bottle, and put it back.
"Jesus, girl, drinking on the job now? What the hell did you dream up this time?" Tara knocked back her head and swallowed her drink in one go. She's been my drinking buddy since high school; a lot of 'normal' people consider our friendship to be toxic, we don't give a fuck what they think. Girls can have fun too, after all.
"Ha-ha, asshole. Don't you throw me under the bus with my boss 'cause you can't hold a job." I paused to get her a refill. "It was nothing really, just another nightmare, I guess."
Sookie laughed as she passed the bar to bring Lafayette an order. "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," she turned her attention to Tara after putting the order ticket on the kitchen counter. "She's been like this since the minute she got up! I didn't even have to really try to get her outta bed, she got up right away; now you try and tell me everything's peachy." Sookie kept looking back and forth between Tara and I.
It was silent between us after that for what felt like years. I've always been hard to get up, there was never a day that was easy. It's why I gave Sookie a key to my place; if I hadn't I'd be late for just about everything. I quickly got lost in thoughts of Godric and how I was able to control myself in my sleep again. It didn't add up at all. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Sookie had dropped her tray and was now effectively gawking at the TV above the bar.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I followed Sookies lead to see what the fuss was about. On the screen was an older looking blonde woman. The bar at the bottom of the screen said her name was Nan Flanagan, representative of the AVL.
'What the hell is that? A new sports league?'
I grabbed the remote and turned my torso to pump the volume up. Clearly I missed some important shit, because people started to chatter real loud like they were scared.
"- the American people of our existence. We do not require human blood, and are in no way a threat to your everyday lives. We have manufactured a synthetic alternative to human blood, True Blood." The blonde said. I wasn't trying to dissect everything she was saying, her voice bored me. Everything about her was getting on my last nerve, so I turned to Sookie ready to ask her to give me the play-by-play.
"Oh my god, did you hear that?! They're real!" Sookie said, grabbing my cheeks and pinching them. She was the only happy person in the bar right now, which worried me.
"Who's real now? Am I getting my letter to Hogwarts? If not, I don't much ca-" I was going to continue with my smartass reaction, but Tara interrupted me.
"Are you nuts Sook? They're gonna kill us! Drain us of all the blood we got, and you're happy?" She said, sounding pretty pissed off. I must have paled considerably. I dropped my legs from the bar and stalked over to the tv, looking up at the boring blonde trying to see into her mouth. I could see them when she got heated with the interviewer. Fangs.
I ran my hands through my hair and held either side of my neck. He warned me.
"Sook!" I turned to the two girls who were now arguing about whether or not this was good or bad. They both looked up at me, clearly irritated. "Last night, my dream... He told me this was gonna happen; 'The Great Revelation', I got warned in my sleep, I swear it." Tara barked out a laugh, not believing me. Sookie sat down and waited to hear me out.
That was one of the things that kept us as close as we are, I guess. She had that mind read-y thing going on, and I've always had a steady flow of strange ass dreams. She understood, because she could see them if I let her in my head. I walked over to her and took her hands in mine and stared into her eyes, letting her poke around in my melon.
Her eyes went wide as she gasped, "What the hell was that?!"
"You white folk are crazy as hell, I'm goin' home before I get turned into lunch." Tara said before storming out of the bar. She's always been real uptight about anything out of the ordinary, probably because she never really had anything happen directly to her. Sookie and I never took it to heart, we still loved her just like we knew she loved us.
I explained Godric in great detail even though she just mind-raped me and had a first row seat. We stayed right there talking about my dream and how I'd practically had a vision foretelling the Vampires coming out of the coffin. Eventually Sam came out of the office and cleared the bar, telling everyone to go home and lock up for their own safety.
On the ride back to my place Sookie kept trying to tell me that I must have seen Godric somewhere before, even just passed by him on the street. I didn't buy it, there was no way in hell I could ever forget a face like that. When we finally pulled into my driveway I told her to call me when she got home so I'd know she wasn't attacked. I closed the car door and went to turn away when I remembered something Godric had said.
"Sook! Don't invite anyone inside the house. If my dream was right about the Vampires, this Godric guy could have been right about that, too... Just stay safe, yeah?" She nodded her agreement and drove off.
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The rest of my night had been pretty restless. After getting inside I made a phone call to good old Sherriff Dearbourne, asking how soon I could be on the force. It only made sense to become an officer, what with this new threat of blood suckers. He booked a testing date for me while I enrolled at Shreveport Community College online for a semester packed with Criminal Justice courses. He agreed with my thinking, and all but hired me on the phone. After I hung up, I located and drank the bottle of Patron I kept handy for nights like this, and just danced the hours away until two in the morning. I was laying on my bed trying like hell to fall asleep, but I was wide awake. Finally after what had felt like hours of tossing and turning, sleep consumed me as the sun started to peek through the window blinds.
I woke up with the world's worst hangover that morning, trying like hell to roll my ass out of the tangled maroon sheets. I was sweating an ungodly amount, and ultimately felt like death.
When I finally got free of my beds hold over me, I stumbled out of my room and onto my couch. I hadn't dreamt last night, which bothered me for two reasons; one, I didn't get to experience Godric, and two, I never have dreamless nights. Not even one time since I can remember have I not had a dream. I mean sure, sometimes they're short and sweet, maybe just two minutes, but never nothing.
I shot Sookie a text telling her, and she was equally freaked out. I figured I'd leave it be, and gathered the motivation to get ready for my last day at the bar.
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Four months. Four fucking months and not even one dream, one nightmare, nada. Tara had gotten somewhat past the fact that Sookie and I weren't too scared about the vamps. It was normal everyday bullshit for four long ass months. I tried to look up any information I could about my lack of dreams, but everything was a dead end. So day in and day out I trudged through, praying for them to come back. Hell, if I'm really honest with myself I just wanted Godric back. That one night was the biggest tease ever, and I was starving for more.
I came to terms with him more likely than not being a figment of my imagination. My mind was a cruel bitch like that. I gave up any lasting hold he had over me, and tried to keep moving along with life.
There still haven't been any Vampires in Bon Temps, but Sookie still hopes for it, being the crazy broad she is. I'm impartial to any appearances, just so long as my blood stays mine -or Godric's- I'm happy. I picked up the new gig at the sheriff's department, they were short handed and I wanted more cash, not to mention I could help keep the county safe. I mean hell, I pack a mean punch and got the eyes of a hawk, I'd might as well put it to good use, right?
Tonight I'm doing patrol around the border, nothing's out of the ordinary; same shit different day really. I was just about to take the right leading towards Shreveport, when I got a text from Sookie.
'Lyn get to Merlotte's! There's a vampire here and the Rattrays are gonna drain him!'
I threw my siren and lights on and put the pedal to the metal. While any other sane human wouldn't give two shits, I cared. All I could think of was Godric, and how furious I'd be with myself if it were him.
Just a dream.
I mean hell, he might not be real but he was still a very big part of my acceptance towards the vampire race. I peeled into the parking lot in front of the bar and killed the siren and engine. I slowly got out of the patrol car and took my phone out and dialed Sookie's number. She picked up right away, and started firing off at the mouth.
"I followed them out back, I can hear their thoughts but I can't find 'em! What if they kill him? He didn't do nothin' wrong!"
"Sook, take it easy, I'm coming round back now, which way did they go?" I took off sprinting, left hand holding my phone to my ear, the right firmly grasping the Beretta on my hip. I wouldn't put it past the Rattrays to be carrying, and I wasn't gonna die at the hands of trailer trash.
Sookie told me to head east through the trees and I did. I spotted her slowly bending down to put her phone on the ground and pick up a stick, I'm guessing she was gonna try and beat 'em with the thing. I ran up behind her, took it from her hands, and chucked it deeper into the woods.
"Stay here, and don't try anything dumb." I whispered harshly in her direction, my eyes scanning through the dense tree line around us. She lifted her hand and pointed to our left and I saw them, huddled over a man who was held down by silver chains.
I moved quickly, and leapt like a friggin gazelle over the remnants of a fallen tree. I held my gun with both hands, safety off.
"Mack and Denise Rattray, you're under arrest! Hands on your heads, NOW!" I shouted as I moved in. Mack looked like he was more than ready to run, 'til he caught sight of my gun. The both stood and did exactly as I had told them. I radioed the station to send another officer for transport, then handcuffed Mack, keeping my gun trained on Denise. I only had one pair of cuffs, obviously Sheriff Dearborne never thought I'd bag two at the same time.
Sookie ran over to the vampire and freed him of his silver prison. He seemed alright enough, so I kept my eyes on the couple in front of me. If the vamp tried anything I'd be on him like white on rice. I had a clip of wooden bullets in my belt, and I wasn't afraid to switch out if I had to.
Andy Bellefleur showed up not too long after and helped me escort idiots one and two to our respective cars. I followed him down to the station and left Sookie to her own devices.
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It's been a few months since the incident with the Rattrays and Bill. Those two are long gone, and now Sookie's head over heels for the pasty bastard.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I hate Bill; he treats her good and that's what counts. He's just... Off. He's hiding something big, and it seems like Sookie don't even give a damn. She's changed so much since she's met him, it's like a slap in the face. Hell, she even got me into going to the vampire bar in Shreveport when everyone was trying to figure out who was killing off fang bangers.
I had tonight and last night off from work, my first nights off since I took the job after the vamps came out of the coffin, and I was supposed to spend last night with her. She called me a few nights ago to let me know that we'd have to plan for a different night; something to do with a last minute trip to Dallas with Bill and Eric Northman.
She wasn't a big fan of Eric at all, and neither was Bill. I on the other hand, thought he was peachy. He was full of life, and in every way the opposite of Bill. Yeah, sure he was a bit of a dick, but who wasn't, right?
In a way he reminds me of Godric. I've only been around Eric a handful of times, but something about him always brings Godric to the forefront of my mind. I still haven't had a single dream, but I've grown used to it. Regardless of what I do, or how I try to push that night aside, I can't shake those sad blue eyes from my memory. I can practically feel him all around me if I think hard enough. It drives me crazy thinking about how one night, one dream, still has me all kinds of messed up.
Anyhow, Sookie ventured off last night and left Tara to house sit, so here I am, walking my ass to the Stackhouse home with a bottle of vodka hoping to have some kind of fun. I turn into Sookie's yard and notice all the damn lights are on and there's music blasting. I know Tara, while she is a bit of a party girl there's no way in hell she'd do that to Gran's place. I put a hustle in my step and jog the rest of the way, ready to beat a bitch down.
I let myself in, and notice the place is damn near wrecked, bodies grinding, shit broken... It's a mess from hell. There weren't any cars which meant all these people walked here. Sheriff Dearborne walked past me in his fucking underoos, smiling real big, drink in hand.
This ain't right. He don't get that trashed.
"TARA THORNTON!" I scream, weaving my way through all the half naked bodies. I head through the kitchen towards the back door and spot her standing with a woman with dark hair that had her back to me on the porch. I slammed opened the door and the pair looked at me like I was the spawn of Satan.
"Oh, shit! Put it down, she's the law-man now!" Tara said, laughing her ass off. Even if I were on duty I wouldn't have paid no mind to the joint she just passed to the brunette woman. Pot is pot, no harm no foul in my eyes.
"Tara what the hell did you do to Gran's house? Sookie's gonna kill you! Hell, I'm gonna kill you." I said, marching til I got right in her face. She started laughing uncontrollably, and the woman grabbed my left arm. I looked down at her hand and saw something I thought I'd never see again, at least not awake; a simple red and gold twisted bangle. It might not seem like much, but immediately I knew what was going on. This was the bull woman.
I took a step back and pushed her hand off of me and took in her appearance. It was her alright; same exact build and shape down to the length of her hair. I started having a pure, unfiltered panic attack. If she was real, which she clearly was, that meant she was fucking dangerous. This was a monster, literally from my nightmares.
I looked at Tara and finally got her eyes to meet mine and the craziest shit happened; they went all black, like her pupils just took over. Once I saw that I knew I would be shit out of luck if I stuck around.
For once, dream-me would've been proud; I took a leaf from her been proud the bolted off the porch, leaving my vodka behind. I ran right into the tree line of the woods and kept going until I hit the road. I stood hunched over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath, when a familiar truck pulled up alongside me. It was Hoyt Fortenberry, but what if he was like Tara and the others?
"Hey, Linds! What're you doin' out so late?" He asked, leaning towards the passenger side window.
I got against the truck and stuck my head in, staring into his eyes looking for any abnormal bullshit. He looked a little shocked, maybe nervous, and I knew he was safe. I climbed into his truck and buckled up before turning to him.
"Hoyt, drive. I don't care where you're going, just go, now." I let out a deep breath and settled into the seat, just praying this was a nightmare.
"I'm actually headin' into Dallas to surprise Jess... Me and my Momma got into it, and I just want to be with her, y'know?" He said with a look of adoration on his face. " I can bring you to your place if you'd like. Ain't no need for you to tag along." He finished with a small chuckle.
"No. No, thanks Hoyt, but I'm liking the idea of a new scene right about now. She's with Sook anyhow, I could do with a girls night in a different place." I brought my legs up to my chest and let myself drift off to sleep, silently praising Hoyt for being a life saver.
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When my eyes opened my vision was hazy, it felt like I spun 'round one too many times before I finally got my bearings.
I was standing in some church, fully done up in my white lace sundress with tan wedge sandals. My long dark blonde hair was pulled back into an up-do, and my hands were shaking.
'What in the actual fuck?' I thought to myself. After having no dreams for a damn near year, I felt almost elated to be experiencing this again. I started to walk up towards the altar, when I heard Sookie shout from somewhere behind me. I turned tail and ran as quiet as I could towards the sound of her voice. I found myself standing in front of a closed door, I could hear the muffled voices of two men but couldn't make out what they were saying.
I tried to move my hand to open the door, ready for a fight, when dream-me did the absolute last thing I would ever do, and knocked.
'HOW FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU?!' I roared at her. I get my dreams back finally after months of nothing and this dumb broad takes right back over? Balls.
The door opened and reveal Steve Newlin, the leader of that vampire hater cult or whatever they were. He smiled real big and moved to the side, revealing a rather large bald man walking up a set of stairs towards me. They both grabbed hold of my arms and pulled me into the basement, letting go just as I reached to the first step. One of them gave my back a hard shove, and I shrieked as I fell down to the bottom.
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I jolted into an upright position and looked around. I had been put up on a small cot and had a balled up white sheet as a makeshift pillow where my head had been. I was bruised on my arms and legs, and quite frankly I felt like shit. My head was pounding and I was confused as hell.
My body turned to the right and there he was in all his glory. Godric. Dream-me obviously remembered him differently than I had, she backed up to the other side of the cot as if he were the enemy.
"Little one, why have you come here?" He asked, moving quickly to kneel in front of me. He ran his left hand up and down my right arm as his right hand unfolded my legs from underneath me. He continued his assault on my nerves, checking for any substantial damage and must have deemed me well enough, because he quickly released me.
'No! Come back! I need you! Remember last time?' I wanted to say, but dream-me is a douche. Maybe he remembers that. I hope to god he kisses me again, maybe I'll get to do my own thing in this dream if he does.
"I-I ran, there was a monster, so I came to find Eric for help, but he won't go back 'til he finds you." Oh what the fuck. How did this bitch make my trip with Hoyt about Eric? I fought against the barrier between me and her, trying like hell to will her to let me take control of my own body. One thing was clear to me; Godric had to be in Dallas with Sookie and Eric.
He moved to stand, and began pacing slowly around the cell we were in. "The Maenad will be taken care of by the shifter, you mustn't worry about her." He said, his eyes boring into mine showing me the extent of his sadness. Something was wrong. I fought harder for control, I was in the shell of my body, practically having an internal war. Godric must have picked up that there was something going on, in an instant he was in front of me again, this time with both hands on my face.
"I believe you have suffered a minor concussion, you must relax, little one." He whispered, moving to lay me back down. My body was laid flat against the cot and my eyes closed, I had assumed he would continue his depressing pacing. After a few more long moments of me keeping up the good fight for dominance, dream-me caved, and I opened my eyes.
Godric was still leaning over me, with a small smile gracing his lips. I would swear he knew what just happened, perhaps he could sense the shift in power? Hell, I had no clue about all that mumbo jumbo, all I knew was this guy needed a damn hug.
I reached my arms up and around his neck, and pulled myself up to crush my chest against his. I felt his arms wrap around my back, holding me in place as his face turned into the crook of my neck. He shifted us so we were upright again, and I crawled to sit on his lap, keeping us pressed together.
'Like hell I'm letting you go again.' I thought to myself.
We sat like that in silence, just holding each other for a few long moments until my body betrayed me and I felt the tell-tale burning in my core. Just being near him apparently turned me into a wanton whore. I knew he could sense the change when he moved his right hand down my back to rest on my hip and squeezed.
I snapped into action and moved both of my hands into his hair and tugged his head away from my neck and smashed our lips together. My body was singing, and just like that I was hooked for life. We quickly deteriorated into a mess of heavy breaths and moans. He was untameable, his hands were everywhere and nowhere, his mouth claiming ownership of my bared throat; I was clawing at him like a cat in heat, grinding my wetness into his hard length practically screaming for more.
I heard the same soft click I heard in my last dream and knew that ecstacy would follow. He slowly dragged his fangs lightly over my neck, his tongue drawing some undecipherable pattern in their wake. All I could do was pant and grind. My nails dug in as deep into his back as I could get them, and he bit into me.
It was something different than the first time, but still just as pleasurable. I let out a loud moan, and I could hear him grunting like a wild animal as he took deep pulls of my blood. I began to feel light headed and knew that if he didn't stop soon, I'd be a goner. Did I care? Hell no. If he wants to drain me, I'll let him have it all. Well, in theory at least.
He pulled his face from my neck and turned my face towards his. It was strange seeing him covered in my blood, but dear lord, it awakened some kind of beast that was hiding inside of me. I glued my lips back to his, and our tongues fought for dominance. He weaved his fingers through my hair and gave a sharp tug, making us separate.
"You must go little one, the sun is approaching." He said shakily. The hand that wasn't in my hair continued to run up and down my side; slowly moving down to my knee and back up my leg, making its way up my torso until he finally palmed my right breast.
"No! I can't go again," I moaned out in a breath. "Please, no." He began rolling and lightly tugging my hardened nipple. I groaned loudly and ground myself harder onto his erection.
"Min Alskäre, you must," he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine one last time, "Until we meet again."
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