Thinking of You.
Chapter 2- Kiss Me, Kill Me.
Summary: Sookie Stackhouse always regretted letting Eric go, but now she's married to Paul Cast and has pushed him out of her mind. But when her ex-lover returns will she still be able to forget him? Or will she fall in love with him all over again? Post DitF. Rated M. E/S I played with the story line of course.
Oops! *blushes* I left part of the convo between my beta and me, my bad. We both went to an eye exam. But I reallllly wanted to get the last chapter up. XD
Thank you for the lovely review, I apologize for not replying too many, if any, of them. I've been swamped and I will try to start replying.
SPOV
"Are you in love with him?" a musical voice asks, my head snaps up my eyes searching the dimly lit night for the owner of the voice.
The copper haired woman stood a few feet behind me in a patch of moonlight, her eerie eyes glowing in the night. She watches me unblinking, thin arms tucked behind her back, her head is cocked to the side and she's waiting for an answer.
"Of course I love him." I answer defensively, "I wouldn't have married him otherwise!"
"You wouldn't have? Just because he was safe? Because he was normal? Because he was human?" the colors in her eyes swirl and it's a startling sight-and an amazing one, she seemed so out of place on this world.
But she was assuming things about me, and I didn't even know her name! "I love him."
"I didn't ask if you loved him. I asked you if you were in love with him." I didn't answer her, the means of talking left me. How could she assume I wasn't in love with him! I was! Wasn't I?
Her head suddenly snapped toward the direction of my house, her eyes narrowing and glowing red, "Something is coming. Run." Her voice is flat, emotionless.
I don't question her though; I just push myself and ran praying I could out run whoever, or whatever was coming. I could hear the thoughts-broken pieces- of someone and I knew they were close. The woman wasn't running with me however, she stayed behind.
Who is she?
My feet hit a root and I tumbled over, rolling down a slight hill and slamming into a tree. I could feel cuts on my arms and legs, my heart hammered in my chest as I tried to push my sore body into a standing position.
I wasn't used to this; I wasn't used to running for my life. I struggled to run and ended up limping as I tried to flee from the attacker who was gaining on me. My feet were sore, and my back aching.
This is one part of vampires I didn't miss. He was farther away and human from what I could tell. I could have easily outrun him a few years ago, but not anymore. The most I did was wait tables for 6 hours every day, mow the yard and garden. I wasn't a runner, and I wasn't going to be able to out run him.
Though from what it seemed I had one advantage I knew where I was going, he didn't seem to be from around here.
I took a sudden right, dodging a few trees and tearing through the forest in the general direction of Bill's house, unfortunately another mind hit me, there was a second person and he seemed more unfriendly then the angry one chasing me. I turned back on the path toward the road as fast as I could, stumbling across the road and into the woods across the street.
Something hooked on my foot and I fell face first into the grass, sliding across roots and branches that cut me up, "look it's a fangbanger I bet." One of the men jeered, walking around and fisting his hand in my hair and yanking my head up.
He was in a Halloween mask, one of those cheesy Michael Myers ones. It sent chills down my side as his friend came up to join him also in the same mask, "she's pretty it'd be a shame to just kill her." He kicked my stomach so I rolled over onto my back, the moon shown through the trees, funny thing to note.
The men's eyes were all I could see, brown and blue, and their muscular bodies of course. They were in plaid lumber jack like shirts and bloody jeans, they smelled foul and had knives in their hands.
"Just fucking kill me." I growled under my breath, struggling to breathe with the cracked ribs I no doubt received from the blow to my stomach.
"That would be a shame; you're too pretty-even for a fangbanger- to just kill you. Maybe I should keep you as a pet."
"I'd kill myself." I bit out, clenching my jaw from the pain in my body, they laughed in a way that would have scared me years ago-now all I was focused on was getting out of here-or getting help.
Help. Eric.
I was yanked up of my feet and shoved into a tree, my face smacking into the side of it-I could taste blood in my mouth. My hands were tied together on the other side of the tree; I couldn't move anything but my legs, with my hands tied though it was impossible for me to attack them.
I did the only thing my brain could think of-I opened the bond. A rush of emotions hit me and tears stung my eyes, Eric, help me! I screamed in my head, "There are vampires out here that will kill you for hurting me." I say, "I'm very special to them."
Hopefully this will buy me sometime, and it does they talk it over and untie my hands from the tree, hauling me to a truck parked on the edge of the road. That's how they caught up so fast.
They clearly didn't believe my lie about the vampires, because I meant nothing to them anymore.
I was shoved to floor of the truck in the back seat, too sore to move I just laid and waited. Hoping Eric would come save me, while I waited I picked at their brains, wondering if they were the vampire killers everyone had been talking about.
They weren't though; they were just insane like Rene had been.
When the car stopped I felt my stomach tighten with fear, one of them dragged me out by my ankles and dragged me up to a house, I could see the sky as I was being dragged and could have sworn I saw two people in the air above me.
They didn't carry me into the house, instead opting for the porch, they told me what they were going to do and the more detail they gave as they cleaned their weapons the more anger I felt, but it wasn't my anger. It was from the bond.
And as one of them leaned down and began cutting up my shirt a huge body flew onto the porch and slammed him into the wall, quickly followed by a tiny feminine body slamming the other into the wall.
I pair of warm hands picked me up off of the porch, my head fell on a warm shoulder, copper hair falling into my face as I was carried away from the porch, I'm going to get her.
I tried to warn her, tell her anything, but the shot rang out and something happened so quick I didn't know what happened, until I was in the air with black wings flapping behind whoever was carrying me and the scent of blood filling the air around us.
"Who are you?" I whispered my voice low and scratchy.
"You're safe. Does it matter who I am?" my savoir asks, "close your eyes Sookie, and hold on." I do as she says and wind rips past my head, I can tell we're plummeting toward the ground. She's holding my head to her shoulder, her legs pinning mine together and her other hand pressing my body to hers until we suddenly jerk and slowly float toward the ground.
When I crack my eyes open we're outside Fangtasia and Eric is setting Pam on the ground before his own feet touch down, "is she alright?" he directs the question at the woman holding me.
"She is wounded greatly, but I can heal her." Everyone's is like a distant memory. Maybe a dream even. I'm vaguely aware we're moving and I'm laid down on something soft, "get out."
I'm alone with the winged woman, her hands are hot. She starts at my head and slowly runs her hands over my body without actually touching me. My pain fades away, and I start to feel drowsy, "sleep well, Sookie Stackhouse." The words ring in my head as I succumb to sleep.
When I wake up I'm back in the guest bedroom curled up on the sheets in the bloody clothes, a towel beneath me to protect the covers. It's 6 am and Paul is still asleep, I take the opportunity to sneak into the bathroom, strip down, shower and tiptoe into our bedroom.
He's snoring softly on the bed, I pull out a pair of jeans and a tank top and sneak back out of the room to dress in the hallway, I take the bag of bloody clothes and shove them under the guest bed, planning to dispose of them later.
Paul woke while I was making breakfast, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek before he prepared his coffee. "I'm sorry about last night. My emotions are going crazy. I didn't mean to make a bad impression on your clients."
"It's alright sweetheart-they said they understood." He answers, "Vampires are pretty interesting. I'd like to get to know them more."
I don't say anything to him, because all I want to say is don't they're trouble. I can't say that because I can't tell him the truth. I don't want to tell him Eric is my ex and that we're bonded. I don't want him to know.
I turn and watch him drink his coffee, he's so peaceful, not a care in the world. His mind thinks about what he has to do today and how he wants to come home early and surprise me, "Paul honey, I'm going to be going up to Shreveport after work to a catch a movie with a friend. You don't mind right?"
"No, that's okay." He says in a whisper, he sounds upset but doesn't tell me not to; I serve him his scrambled eggs and sit down across from him. After we eat Paul dresses and I head out to mow the lawn, by the time I'm done with the yard work its 10 o'clock so I go inside and shower again, dressing in my uniform and heading down to the car.
The lunch crowd piled in minutes after my arrival; I was busy the rest of the afternoon until my shift ended at 6. After saying goodbye to Sam I hopped in my car and headed toward Shreveport.
Fangtasia was already open for business, if the huge line outside was any hint. It would take me hours to get inside. Or it would have if the bouncer hadn't been Pam; she waved me through the door with a creepy smile. I glared at her as I entered the bar the smell of cleaning supplies that had filled it yesterday was replaced with the scent of sweat and alcohol.
I glance toward the throne that is vacant; my eyes quickly scan the bar until the settle on the door that leads to the hallway where Eric's office is. The girl is standing by the door looking at me with her head cocked to the side.
I cross the bar, shoving through the mass of people until I'm standing in front of the tall woman, her eyes are blue tonight, red swirling through them, "You saved me." I say bluntly, "you took a bullet for me last night. Why?"
She shrugs, her eyes changing color like a kaleidoscope, "Why do you question it?"
"I don't know you. We're not friends, yet you took a bullet for me." I cross my arms, "Why?"
"I cannot die. You can." She says like that explains why the woman protected me, "I know you Sookie Stackhouse. You do not know me, but I know you."
"I don't even know your name." I say, "How can you know me?" she gently grasps my arm in her hand and pulls me down the hallway, the music becoming background noise.
"I lived to protect people, it is why I am. It's as simple as that." She says it in past tense, as if she is dead.
"Are you an angel?" I ask.
"I was. Once. I still am in a way, but not in the sense that I am good or heavenly. Not in the way you see angels. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your husband?" she's quick to change direction of the conversation.
"I wanted to thank you, for saving me." I explain, "You and Eric. Is he here?" I ask stupidly, because I know he is in his office, the door right next to where we stand, I can feel him.
She inclines her head toward the door and then she fades away, a shimmer of light left behind where she was moments before. How freaky. How cool.
I knock on the door softly, hoping he ignores it. But faintly I hear the words 'come in' so I push the door open, stepping into the familiar office. Eric is sitting in his chair; he doesn't look up when I enter the room until I'm standing in front of his desk.
His eyes travel up my body from my legs until they settle on my face; his shows no emotion, "what?" his voice is icily cold and detached, "I'm busy."
"I just wanted to thank you for saving me." I say, biting my lip as he looks back down at his paper work.
"I didn't save you, Marzanna did. Thank her." He says, "Please leave."
I stand in front of his desk for a moment longer, until he stands putting his hands on his desk and turning his angry glare on me, "Get. Out."
He doesn't scare me, he stopped scaring me a long time ago, "Why did you come then, if she saved me, why did you come?" he growls at me, glaring. I sigh and back up, heading for the door.
As I'm about to close it I hear him whisper, "Because you called for me. I will always come when you call for me." I pulled the door until it clicked shut and I took a deep breath, trying to tamp the bond down so he can't feel how hurt those words made me.
Pam catches me on my way out of the bar, following me to my car, "Sookie." She says, grabbing my arm and spinning me around, "did you find anything out from those men? Were they in anyway involved in the vampire murders?"
I shake my head, "no, they were just vampire haters. Let me go Pam I want to leave." She releases my arm and I get into my car, starting it and pulling out of the parking lot. I head home at a slow pace.
I could still feel Eric; he was angry, sad, hurt, lonely a million emotions danced through the bond. I needed to go somewhere. I needed to be alone, alone and far away from everyone.
I had nowhere to go, well that wasn't true. I had one option; I made a U-turn and headed for Monroe, hoping my cousin would let me stay the night.
I pulled up outside Claude's house, the lights were on and my cousin stood on the porch staring at me as I stepped out, "Cousin." He greeted in a clipped tone, "why are you here?"
"I need a place to be Claude."
"You have a home." He says simply, "Why come here?"
"Because I know you won't ask me questions. I need a quiet place to be." I explain again, I don't deserve any kindness from my cousin, not after I kicked him from my home and threw my huge temper tantrum.
"Eric is effecting you a lot." He notes, "come in." I follow him up the steps and into the house, he shows me to the guest bedroom and bathroom, explaining that he would be going out and didn't know if he'd come home with anyone.
I thanked him before he left and then locked myself in the guest bedroom, sitting on the bed and closing my eyes, resting my head on my knees while my arms wrapped around my legs.
I had called Paul and told him I'd be going to see Jason, then called Jason and begged him to cover for me which he did. I never told Paul about my connection to anybody supernatural.
I was sure he'd heard stories around town, but he never said a thing. He thought I was just a waitress at the local bar who was as fascinated with vampires as most people. He had no clue I was any less human then he.
He didn't know my first love was a vampire, not to mention the vampire that resided across the cemetery. He had no clue that I'd bonded and pretty much married the blonde Viking vampire that held his interest.
He didn't know that I could read minds, or that I was related to Fae. He didn't know much about me to be honest. He knew I liked to cook, Gran raised me, that I liked working at the bar sometimes.
He knew my favorite color, he knew about my family somewhat. But in reality he knew nothing, just the tiny bit of information he'd gotten from me. Just that my mom and dad were dead; Jason and I were raised by Gran.
He didn't know that I loved to read, that I like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, that I loved to sunbathe, that I used to live with two witches, two Fae, and I had a hidey hole in my closet. He didn't know I'd ever killed some one or that I'd almost died multiple times.
But I was happy with him, comfortable.
But was that all he was to me? Comfort?
My mind wandered to Eric, Eric knew everything there was to know about me. He knew about my love of the sun, that I loved to read and watch Buffy. He knew I could read minds, even his, and he knew I hated my ability.
He knew how to make me happy, he knew what to do to cheer me up, when to leave me alone for a bit, and he was always there to protect me. Paul could never protect me if I was ever in real danger. He was human, and everything that tried to kill me was usually supernatural or fucking insane.
But I loved Paul. I loved waking up to someone lying next to me. I loved having picnics with him. I loved visiting his sister and seeing her daughter and the thought of being able to start a family.
But I'm not in love with him am I? I'm in love with Eric-even after that stupid incident; he could have just listened…
I lay back in the bed, wrapping around one of the 3 pillows, I love him, I love him. I love Paul. But that night I dreamt of making love to Eric, Paul never even crossed my mind.