It continued like that for months, Kitch would come to the bar on some nights, we would flirt (we even progressed to some making out, he has the softest lips I ever felt, that could have something to do with my vampiric senses though), Eric would become enraged and he would leave. Its become a sort of sport for us. I still refused to speak to Eric or Godric, the betrayal still ran bone deep and I wasn't ready to cope with it.
Are you coming to the bar tonight?
I chose a golden nail polish to compliment my tan the last time I went to the nail salon. I was surprised how much money I earned! I think my salary has a lot to do with Eric knowing my history of money problems, but I pretended it was cause I was an amazing bartender.
Can't, boys are having a poker night. Talk to you later babe. X
I smiled, about to reply when Eric once again snatched my phone and crumbled it to dust. I stopped responding, he didn't deserve my words. The handsomely tall Viking always waiting in his office for my arrival with a vulgar uniform for me to wear. Tonight it was a short black lacy dress with fishnet stockings and black boots. And the cliché's continued. I lied my hair into a high pony tail, my signature hair style at Merlotte's bar once upon a time. My face painted with light makeup of only mascara and red lipstick. I knew what my customers wanted. It was Godric's turn on the throne tonight, I rolled my eyes as I saw him bask in the glory these infidels gave him. He was wearing nothing but leather pants and boots. I almost wanted to lick his abs, but then I didn't because I remembered my hatred for him. Eric seemed more stressed than usual tonight and opted to stay in his office and work, a few hours without seeing his face when I was awake was a blessing.
"Chow." The Asian bartender simply nodded at me and continued serving the patrons. Then she walked in. I froze, anger hugged my tight like a warm blanket when I saw her wretched face. She sauntered up to me a grin plastered to her arrogant face.
"True Blood, A positive." She flicked her wrist as if I was some lowly servant.
"How awful to see you Sophie-Anne, what the hell are you doing here?" I placed the beverage in front of her knowing that if I didn't Eric would have found some way to make me do it while embarrassing me in the process.
"I'm here to see Eric." She sniffed the synthetic blood and let it be as if were some disease. Even I only drank it when I was starving and I didn't have time to make a pit stop at the blood bank.
"He's in his office." I really didn't want her in my presence, I hadn't easily forgotten what she did to me and now that she was in my face again it only made my hatred for her grow.
"I can wait for him, I'm rather comfortable. By the way Sookie I forgot to thank you, the weeks I spent on my yacht was fantastic." I could feel my resolve push against its boundaries, Godric looked over at us with anxiety. I saw him call for Pam who began ushering people to leave, good choice, I wouldn't want people to see me kill her, it might stain their clothes.
"Watch it." I growled. Chow was looking over at me, alert and ready.
"I think I got tanner, what do you think?" She turned her arm as if she were observing a change in color. That was it, I snapped. Snarling I leapt over the bar punching her directly in the nose. I went towards her again but Godric held me back, I thrashed against him. I eventually wiggled loose, if I didn't drink fresh blood so often I wouldn't have been able to. I also think my unbelievably rage had something to do with it. I slammed her against a wall, my strength surprising her.
"Sookie enough." I slapped her this time, a nice slap right to her pride. She quickly bounced back and slammed me into a wall her fangs ready to rip into me… again. Eric held her back with much difficulty. I clenched my hand again ready for a nice fat punch in the mouth when Godric clasped his hand around my fist, it was a rather large and strong hand. He squeezed it threatening to break my entire hand. My blood lust was out of control and I feared even myself. I yanked myself free nearly dislocating my hand and plonked myself in a bar stool still fuming.
"Your bleeding," Godric's soft voice reached me and I felt for my lip. True enough there was a deep gash, I got a towel from behind the bar and wiped it clean, it was healed within seconds. One of the only benefits of being vampire. He turned his attention to the ginger ex-queen in the room, "What are you doing here?"
Huffing she shrugged herself from Eric's grasp and faced him, "You should have better control over your bitch. Russel Edgington is in Louisiana, he wishes to marry me but we can not do so without your consent." I snarled and Godric quickly placed a steel iron grip on my arms preparing for in case I attack her again.
"Why?" I could sense she wasn't shocked by his question, in fact it seemed as if she expect it…
"After a recent trip to Mississippi we have become infatuated with each other." Something wasn't right. Images tumbled into my mind, it was Eric, he was demoted, in his place was another vampire I didn't know the name of. There was another image, it was of Sophie-Anne, and I assume Russel Edgington looking over a map of the United States, they were all labeled with numbers. Mississippi was 0 and Louisiana was 1. I thought for a moment, which would be the lesser of 2 evils, and I decided. "She's lying."
Sophie-Anne turned towards me to glare, I could tell she enjoyed doing that. "Excuse me?"
If I was one thing it was loyal, fiercely loyal, the more cooperative I was the sooner I would be out of Eric Northman's clutches I assumed. "Please, you expect them to believe you want to marry Russel Edgington, a homosexual king out of love. Even you prefer women to men, and if I remember correctly you like them with blood." I could feel her anxiety start to climb, I was definitely on the right track.
"Sookie…" I wasn't sure if it was Eric's was of coaxing me into saying more or if I should shut up, not like I did what he wanted to anyway. Instead I felt like experimenting, in a single hop I was next to him, I tried to grab for his hand but he pulled away.
"Don't be annoying," everyone (other than Sophie-Anne) found it extremely amusing that those words came out of my mouth and were pointed towards Eric. Normally it was the other way around, actually it was always the other way around. I grabbed his hand again and focused sending him all the images that my brain picked from her mind, I felt his hand tighten around mine as her plan unfolded in front of his eyes. Bolts of electricity pulsated through my body and I felt a feeling of warmth flood me. I remembered that feeling, so I pulled away.
"Call the magistrate," Eric's voice was demanding and cool, he had a plan. Wonderful, and knowing my luck I probably had a fat part in it. Pam getting over her confusion glided away. I felt Eric and Godric's eyes on me stinging with curiosity and I felt Sophie-Anne's anger. Wonderful, just like old times.
….
I lay on my old bed, it was day and I could see the birds flying outside with joy, but I couldn't be bothered to join them. I was miserable, down to my core. I never should have revealed my secret, but surely Sophie-Anne's rule would have been worse? The worst part was I knew I would have to end my relationship with Kitch, he was human, which I liked. He also was simple, drama free, but I knew I couldn't protect him if he fell into my world. Doom followed me like a lost puppy. Tired of my self loathing I crawled into my little hidey hole. The nicest thing about sleeping is you forget about the world for a while, forget about all your problems. Then you wake up and everything rushes at you. Unfortunately I couldn't even get the briefest sliver of sleep, I was too busy trying to find a way to break up with Kitch.
For the first time in months I wasn't holding a phone in my hand for Eric to crush (a habit that cost me quite a bit of money), needless to say he was shocked. My hands went out to grab the hideous outfit he had chosen for me but he snatched it away. I felt his rough hands grab my face.
"Watch it!" My head jerked as I tried to pull away. His eyes bore through my face, it was like he was looking directly into my soul and a chill rippled through my body. My eyes had red rings around them, and my skin was slightly paler. I didn't have the energy to eat last night and staying up all day was really exhausting. I could tell he was concerned (a very rare skin for Eric Northman) and I knew he would want to talk but I wasn't in the mood, "I didn't sleep well." I pushed him off me walked into the bathroom and changed into a short grey strapless dress. It was by far my favorite outfit, which confused me because Eric always picked things that he knew I would hate, must be a special occasion. It was a slower night tonight, I guess people don't enjoy getting ushered out while they're having a good time. I saw Kitch walk through the door after greeting Pam, she had grown fond of him, well mostly the irritation that he brings Eric. We almost became friends again, it's a delicate situation.
"Hey Kitch, we need to talk." When Bill and I would break up, I was never that upset, well I was, but I knew we would get back together. I know that I can't get back together with Kitch, trouble just loves to cling to me. I felt his fear rise, I entwined our hands and led him outside. I nodded towards Chow, we had become friends, in a sense. I wasn't sure, but we were fine with each other which was great.
"What's up Sook?" His azure eyes pierced through me, my fingers felt themselves through his charcoal hair.
"We need to break up." Just rip off the bandage, I stared at his black converse, his shoe of choice when getting dressed. Our hands separated and I forced myself to stare in his eyes.
"Why?" Conflicted emotions shuffled in the air, confusion, anger (that was a very obvious one). I have to do this, its for the best. I repeated that like a mantra.
"You can't be a part of this world, the supernatural one. Its not safe." I reached for him but he pulled away, I was breaking his heart and I hated it. Hated it just as much as I hated having to kill Lindsey the night I returned to Louisiana.
"Don't fucking pretend like you're doing this for me!" I flinched at his harsh words, Pam's blue eyes were watching us intensely.
"Kitch you don't understand-" A harsh slap echoed through the parking lot. The lump in my throat, you know the one, you get it right before you cry. Kitch was fuming, I never would have expected him to get this angry, he was so shy, so peaceful. "I'm sorry…" Never have I felt so ashamed of myself, lets not forget embarrassed. I walked past Pam with my head held down, thank goodness she realized I didn't want to talk I think I would have burst into tears immediately. I did the right thing breaking up with him right? No, I did.
"Sookie are you ok?" Godric had once again joined me at the bar, I slid him his True Blood.
"Fine." My voice was distant, but that was because Kitch had made his way back into the bar and I watched as he openly flirted with another vampire floozy right in my face. He touched her like he used to touch me. Oh HELL no, two could play at this game. I grabbed Godric's face which had been staring intently at mine and gave him a kiss so passionate Kitch will regret every throwing that girl in my face. Godric's rough hands became entangled in my hair softly pulling my body closer to deepen the kiss. I'm not saying I didn't like it, cause boy that was a fantastic kiss, I just probably would have enjoyed it more had I not been doing it to spite someone else. When the kiss broke my eyes flicked back to Kitch who was fuming and I flicked him off, traditional Sookie style. He just stared at me with those beautiful blue orbs and grabbed the hand of the girl he was with and walked out the door.
"Piece of shit." I slammed my fist down on the bar smashing off a chunk of marble. Uh oh, Eric is not going to be happy about that. This has not been a pleasant night. Godric's chocolate eyes stared at the door as he watched my now ex-boyfriend leave.
"Ah now I see." I wanted to smack that smug grin off his face.
"There's nothing so see." Please don't cry, please don't cry, please don't cry, It was like my entire world was spinning, misery unfolded itself in front of me.
"He doesn't deserve you," Godric placed his hand over mine and a single fat tear rolled through his fingers. I deserve a cry! I haven't cried in months, which is amazing considering the crap situation I was put in.
"Godric, I sincerely hope that you are not the cause of Miss Stackhouse's tears." Things just kept getting better and better, Roy in all his sun kissed beauty walked into the room looking deliciously attractive as always. Its going to be a long night.