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Chapter 3
For the past century, life has been boring. Boredom had been my constant companion of late; The nights had become monotonous and repetitive. When you get as old as I am, admittedly life can lose its certain spark, its thrill.
At least things would possibly change with Sookie, if we kept her. It was bound to be both challenging and confusing, having her around. But it also seemed mildly rewarding; something strong enough to break that dull monotony that both Pam and I were experiencing.
I would be the first to admit that we weren't very organized. The very last thing Pam and I thought we would ever be doing, was allowing a miniature human to live with us. But I could see, biggest surprise of all, that Pam was immediately starting to warm up to the idea. She particularly liked the idea of having a mini-human around to both dress up like a plaything and also to order around, I could tell.
I assumed it was as simple as looking after a pet; Keep it well fed and give it generous amounts of water so it wouldn't get dehydrated. It also needed an adequate sleeping area. Only difference was, that this pint-sized pet could talk and respond back to us. It had feelings and troubles of its own.
I wasn't completely ignorant of how to look after a human child at least; I knew Sookie would wake during the day, which was another issue entirely. Both Pam and I slept during the day. How could we keep her safe and occupied if she was awake all by herself during the daylight hours?
The only humans we had employed at Fangtasia currently were the go-go dancers, like Yvetta, or Ginger, one of the barmaids. Ginger seemed the most suitable and likely victim to look after Sookie during the day out of the two.
While Ginger was not very sharp-witted nor intelligent, she remained loyal to us, perhaps even woefully so. Pam and I had glamoured her too many times to count; Her brain was probably scrambled mush, but surely she would have that natural instinct to look after a little girl? After all, didn't women always?
"Someone is going to have to look after Sookie during the day," I told Pam sensibly while moving back behind my desk, sitting in my chair. "Ginger?"
Pam made a face at me.
"Unless you have any other suggestions?" I shoved my feet up on my desk, leaning back in the chair. "Yvetta could always do that, but we don't exactly want her teaching Sookie how to fling herself around a strippers pole now, do we?"
She doesn't have any better suggestions. "Fine, I'll go bring her in. It's better her than Yvetta." Once she reached the door, she turned back to look at me, "Ginger's gonna think your calling her in here is because you want to fuck her dry against your desk."
"And doesn't she always think that, Pam?" Ginger made it no secret that she was interested in us having sex with each other. On every chance she got, she would practically throw herself at me. She could be pathetic and desperate, but I admit, she was extremely useful to have around.
Barely a few seconds later, I could hear Ginger tottering towards my office in her heels. She was breathing heavily like a dog in heat.
Once she finally came into view, she draped herself against the door-frame, placing one arm longways against it while her other hand was braced against her hip. Her cleavage was heaving through her shirt. "Well, well, well. What's this? You needing me now or something, sexy?" She smiled at me in a way that was annoyingly overeager.
"Yes. Ginger, dear; What are you doing this week during the daylight hours?"
She waved a hand in the air dismissively, "Well, I ain't doing nothing much. What you asking for?"
"Because I need you to be here first thing in the morning all this week. There's a little girl that will be staying here from now on. Her name is Sookie."
"Oh." Ginger's face fell as it sunk in that I was not asking her in for any special reason, like having decided to fuck her. She recovered quickly though, smiling at me again. "Well, whatever you say, boss man! Sure, I can do that!"
"Excellent. Be here by at least seven-thirty in the morning, and no later. Sookie is unaware of her whereabouts right now, so you'll have to come collect her downstairs."
I dismissed her with a stoic nod, yet she stood there, watching me expectantly. "Um, so... anything else I can do for you while I'm here? Anything at all?"
"No, that is all, sweetheart. Run along now."
She sighed heavily in disappointment before finally turning around and leaving me alone in my office. At least Ginger could be counted on as dependable.
Once the bar reached closing hour, all the members of staff had left the premises, and everything was securely locked up, Pam and I went to go to ground. I found the girl fast asleep in my coffin.
It was strange having a little human sleeping in my coffin, but she looked comfortable. Her hands were tucked into her chest protectively while her short legs were spread out, taking up all the room, her long hair still damp and splayed around her head. It was bound to be incredibly squashy, me sleeping in the coffin next to her. Being as tall as I was, it was bound to be a tight and excruciating fit.
I decided I might as well share Pam's coffin with her, seeing as it would be easier. There was a time where, when Pam was newly made, she would have preferred me to sleep in the coffin with her. Clearly the times have changed.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Pam snapped when I went to get in with her. Already, Pam had made herself comfortable, lying on her back with her hands folded out in front of her.
"What?" I asked her in confusion. "I thought that, seeing as the girl's in mine, that I could-"
"-Like hell you are," she muttered in protest. "You made your bed, now you've got to go lie in it."
"Fine," I grumbled under my breath, not at all pleased. "Fair enough, Pam."
Well, this was going to be uncomfortable. Not once did I ever predict that I would have to share a coffin with a little girl. I have to move her, yet the idea of disturbing her and waking her up from her sleeping isn't something I want to do.
Trying to be as gentle as possible, I pushed her closer to the side of the coffin, trying to make more space for myself. When I climbed it, it was every bit as uncomfortable and constricted as I first assumed it would be. Sookie's tiny elbow dug unpleasantly into me, and I didn't believe I could ever be the type to be claustrophobic until just then.
I heard her move and before I knew it, she had rolled over with one her arms slung on my chest and she was cuddling me. She lifted her head to nestle her chin into my shoulder, and she made a strange sound that I assumed sounded vaguely content. At least she wasn't sticky, like other human children could be. No sticky hands or fingers.
Yeah, this was gonna take some time to get used to.
"Sookie said that Ginger's mind voice told her that she wanted to have your babies," Pam told me the next night as we both dressed after rising. I had sent Pam up to check on Sookie, and she came back downstairs to inform me that, fortunately, the little girl was safe, upstairs in my office drawing. "Sookie then asked if Ginger or I were your wife."
My head snapped back over to Pam in bewilderment while I was halfway through buttoning up my shirt. "Ginger what? And mind voice?" I had no idea what a mind voice was exactly. Then again, I thought I heard somewhere that children were highly imaginative.
"I swear there is something hugely different about her," Pam went on thoughtfully while making up her face with some ivory powder. "I don't know about you, but she doesn't smell like any normal small human does. She smells delicious, of course, but she doesn't smell like the rest. Not like shit or piss any longer." Pam licked her lips and shuddered visibly at the thought of how Sookie smelled. "You noticed that?"
I decided to ignore that question. Of course, I was aware of how delicious Sookie smelled; That didn't mean that I wanted to hurt her, surprisingly. I just would rather not think of how unique and delicious her blood smelled. "Pam, has Sookie told you anything about herself while you've been with her? Or anything to Ginger at the very least while she took care of her during the daylight hours this morning, for that matter?"
"Told us anything?" Pam turned to look at me while puckering up her lips for her lipstick. "Like what?"
"I don't know, like why she decided to run away from her human home?" She told me while half-asleep that her human parents were dead, after mistakenly calling me her daddy. I didn't know whether she had an extended family to fall back on. Perhaps not? But surely someone out there would have cared that she had gone missing, wouldn't they? Something told me a little girl was difficult not to miss. "Or how long a time it has been since she has been living out on the street the way she has?"
"She's told me absolutely nothing about herself like that. Shit all, really. Well, aside from how she knows all the letters of the alphabet and that she can spell her full name. Her last name is Stackhouse- or so that's what she said. Funny last name, don't you think?"
Stackhouse. So that was her name. Sookie Stackhouse.
"I just feel its strange that a miniature human like her can go missing without anyone so much as bothering to look for her," I explained to Pam. "It just doesn't make any sense to me."
"Well, maybe she's got no one left?" Pam shrugged nonchalantly. "It happens. Maybe she's been waiting for somebody like us to actually give a fuck and let her live with them?"
"Well, either way, I think you and I both know that we can't keep her for very long, Pam." It was reality; We couldn't. We were in no uncertain terms capable of taking care of a little girl, no matter how much we deluded ourselves into believing it. "I think we have to step back a bit and not get too attached here. No doubt she does still have family left, and they will eventually come searching for her so that they can claim her back."
Pam surprised me by looking outraged at the mere comment. Her lips parted in offense. "Why the fuck can we not keep her? It's not like she has anywhere else to go, is it? It isn't like someone has come to collect her, seeing as she was sleeping outside of Fangtasia for who knows how long? No one's coming to collect her. Obviously no one is left to give a shit for her, so what should it matter that we keep her for ourselves?"
"Well, well." I couldn't help grinning at her. This was so unlike Pamela, having developed affection for a child; Children, who she usually believed, were beneath her. "Haven't you changed in the last twenty-four hours, Pam? It would seem Sookie has gotten quickly underneath your skin, too, hasn't she?" I put my hand over my chest, mocking her. "How touching."
Pam shook her head at me in annoyance, before turning back to finish off her makeup for the evening.
"Of course she hasn't," she said quickly, feigning disinterest. "I don't even really care what happens to her. Kill her or keep her. Throw her back out on the street so she starts smelling like smelly rotting diapers and piss again, I don't truly give a shit either way. I'm just simply saying that maybe you were onto something when you mentioned last night about keeping her?"
"I know that I would very much like to keep her too, Pam," I admitted to her gently. "It could be... fun. But first of all, I think it would be wise if I talked to Sookie- glamored her, even. Just to establish whether she still has any living ancestors left that might be searching for her. If not, then she's all ours."
When I went upstairs, I could hear Sookie singing an off-pitch tune in my office. Evidently her parents hadn't bothered informing her that she sounded terrible when she both hummed or sang. Her parents probably doted on her, with being too afraid to crush her fragile poor little heart. I knocked on the open door just for the sake of it so I wouldn't startle her, and when she straightened in the chair, looking up at who was there, she let out a disarming squeal.
She climbed off the chair and was running towards me, a beaming smile on her face. It was disturbingly... adorable of her. She looked fuller in the face than she did last night upon first coming across her. Chipmunk cheeked.
I stood back slightly to look down at her. Pam had obviously enjoyed dressing her up again like she was a dolly; She was wearing a little white dress with a blue and red floral pattern on it. Her blonde hair was combed and untangled with a white headband that matched the dress. She looked like another little girl, and not that one I found yesterday. When I went to bend down over her, I could only just imagine how painful it would have been had I still been a human. She was that short that it would have potentially dislocated the spinal disk or ruined my back for good.
"Hello Sookie," I said, trying to sound friendly. "I see Pam has been having fun playing dress ups with you, has she?"
"She got me this dress," she said, her voice squeaky in excitement. "Isn't it pretty? I feel like a real princess in a Disney movie."
"Uh, sure. Sure... it is so... pretty, yes." I cleared my throat awkwardly, trying to figure out how to do this in the most easiest and gentlest of ways. "Uh, Sookie, I need to ask you a few serious questions. Would you mind that?"
She blinked at me before looking down at her bare toes. "Okay."
"Excellent." She was still staring at her toes, which would not do. "I am going to need you to look me in the eyes for a moment, Sookie," I told her softly, and I heard her swallow audibly before she did. She seemed almost... shy as her brown eyes stared into mine. Those eyes alone had the power of making me feel strangely... sympathetic towards her, but I pushed that all aside, working on doing my best to glamour it out of her. "I want you to tell me why you ran away from home and who you are running from. You will tell me this right now, and you won't cry while doing it."
I heard Pam come in from behind me, having decided to come join me and watch the show.
Pam made the noise of astonishment and confusion for me when Sookie glanced away from me to look at Pam in uncertainty. She didn't seem as though she had any discomfort or trouble whatsoever in tearing her gaze away from mine. What? Am I losing my touch? Does my glamour not work on children? As far as I have recalled from previous past escapades, I am certain it does work on children. So why wouldn't it work on a girl like her?
Then Sookie's eyes met mine again, and as I made another attempt, she shocked me by bursting out in a fit of high-pitched giggles, covering her small fingers over her mouth as her body shook from head to toe. "Hey, that tickles and feels funny," she said to me through her childish laughter. "It's like your tickling me, but inside my brain!"
Fuck me. She was immune to glamour. Not once had I nor Pam met a human capable of withstanding the influential power of our glamour before. It was... astounding.
Realizing I'd have to use a different tactic, seeing as my glamour wasn't working on her, I cleared my throat again while trying to appear harmless and as though I was somebody she could trust. "Sookie," I started, gently. "Did you run away from home? You said that... that your parents died? Your mommy and daddy?" I couldn't think of any other way to put it more delicately to her than that. "So is that the reason you ran away? Because mommy and daddy died?"
Finally, it seemed we were getting somewhere. Sookie shook her head slowly.
"So that isn't simply why you ran away? Because mommy and daddy died and you had no one left?"
"No, I... I lived with Gran afterwards," she mumbled in a barely audible enough voice. "There was Gran and my older brother. His name is Jason, and he... he was kinda mean and always picking on me." She stopped speaking anything else after that; It was fairly annoying that she wouldn't just come out with it already and get it over with.
"So that's why you ran away?" I shook my head in confusion. I really wasn't understanding much at all, to be frank. "Because your Gran and your brother Jason were mean?"
"No." She shook her head fiercely. "They just... they wouldn't believe me. Granny, especially." Sookie lowered her head, her chin resting against her chest. It was as though she was refusing to look at anybody.
"She didn't believe you, Sookie?" I prompted. "Believe you about what? What did Granny not believe?" Granny sounded like not a very nice bitch, I added mentally to myself. Who wouldn't believe a little girl like you?
"I... I don't want to talk about it," she said, flapping her arms around stubbornly. "It's bad, and I... I don't want to say it."
I sighed loudly. While it would have been great that she told us everything, I suppose I couldn't push her. It was fucking irritating that I couldn't just glamour it out of her, though. "Fair enough then," I said to her, ignoring the annoyance burning in my gut. She looked sad, like just thinking about whatever had happened had caused a great trauma on her. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, Sookie. But would you like to live with us?"
I asked it like I was giving her a choice. But little did she know, we were keeping her, regardless of whether she wanted us to or not. I caught excitement flash through her eyes as she looked from me, to Pam again. She started shaking and jumping back and forth on both feet, like she was so ecstatic and excited by the idea of living with us, that everything was settled then.
We were keeping her. A new pet; A new addition to our dysfunctional family.
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