Disclaimer: The characters belong to Charlaine Harris, i'm just playing around.
Ch.2
Be curious, not fearsome.
previously:
The man in the shiny old car was deciding whether to talk to mamma or not. I ran his license plate number and he gave me the same name when he introduced himself, so the car was not stolen. He asked about Alcide, and some guy named Quinn, then he asked me about Dad. Then i got a feeling that he knew exactly where and how Dad was. We were both too shocked to talk to each other when Mom arrived.
"Delia, Judy, I'm home" she turns and sees me with the intruder, now both gazing at her.
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"Bill" she reacts coldly, but with something else in her voice that I could not quite place.
"Sookie" he stands up and goes towards her. He seems about to hug her when she places a hand on his chest to stop him.
"Bill, what are you doing here? I told you not to come after me." My mamma is determined and I knew that he is up to something if even to a slightly lesser degree than her. I love my mamma, even though she is not a college graduate nor has a good job, she is worldly and intelligent. She does not look a day over thirty even though she is pushing fifty.
"It's been fifteen years, Sookie. I did was I was told. But I have bad news that I must share with you." He tells. My mother drops her hand and starts shuddering.
"Who died? Pam? Eric? Bubba?" she asks, saying names I have never heard before. She starts to cry, and this time she let him hug her.
"No, honey, they are all right." He comforts her. "Come" he asks of her and carries her bridal style and sits on the empty couch across from me.
"Dad" I read off his head. Dad is dead.
"What? Sam?" she looks from me to him. "What happened to Sam?" she asks. Bill cups her face and sighs.
"He was trying to stay neutral and help in the fight between the wolves and the panthers in Shreveport. Nobody really knows. Alcide, Orson Norris and Sam were having a secret meeting but something went wrong. All three were found dead. A single shot to the head. Could be anyone" he recounted.
"And now you need me to find out who did it?" mamma asks in between sobs.
"No, honey, I came because I thought it would be better to learn about Sam's passing from a friend." He says and holds her tight, then he speaks something without thinking about it so I had no heads up to what was coming. "And I came to ask for your forgiveness." He adds as an afterthought.
"For what?" she sobs, I cannot believe I have not been told to go away. My jaw drops, but I pulled it back up a second later.
"I was so selfish to not want to let you go. I have always loved you. Regardless of what Sophie-Anne asked me to do I felt connected to you the moment you saved me from those drainers. Please forgive me. I put you in danger too many times." He seems to be writing poetry, but he sounds sincere and honest. While he says this he is cleaning away her tears with his thumb and then licking them. Ick, I think, until I remember that bodily fluids are the only things vampires consume.
"Oh, Bill, I forgive you" she says. I thought this reconciliation looked overdue and that they both had had a long time since they needed it. But I am still stuck on the thought of Dad being dead. I look between them, suddenly deciding that I should leave.
Then my mamma kisses him, and he is kissing her back. I blinked unbelievingly for a couple of seconds, then clear my throat. Nothing.
"Mamma!" I say loud enough and she surfaces.
"Oh, shit" she says. That's right
"Sorry about that, Judith" Bill apologizes a bit too properly for my liking.
"It's nice that your fight is over" I say acidly. "But he's bringing news that Dad died!" I yell. I do not know if I should be crying about it instead of being pissed at them.
"What exactly is his history with you, mamma? And who is Anne-Sophie?" I ask, I am fuming and I feel like answers instead of crying right now.
"Sugah, there's a reason why I never let Bill back with you two. And Sophie-Anne was… one of the most loyal, beautiful, sincere and cunning vampires I have ever met. But I will only tell the story once, so go bring your sister. I don't care that it is her time of the month.
"So she's a shifter" Bill states, he is not asking, as I stand to go and get her.
"Yes, she's like Sam and Judith's like me" she tells him.
"She can hear me" he shares with her, am I that obvious? But I do not hear my mother's response to that. I wonder if they are kissing again after I left.
