SOOKIE AND HADLEY: BLOOD SISTERS

Chapter Four, Dr Phil, Just call me Goldie

A/N: Okay, just WoW with the review's, everyone loving some whoop ass Sookie... I cannot tell you how much I love writing her and Hadley- I mean c'mon they are awesome, and apparently you guys think so too. WARNING; this chapter mentions rape and child molestation. Remember Sookie and Hadley are no victims, Survivors not victims. Any abuse in this story will not be an in depth thing, so no icky scene's.

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"You need us and you know it," I snapped, his eyebrows raised as if to say, continue.

"The filth, were drinking like they had drank extra hot chilli sauce and had salt shoved down their throats. Excuse me if I don't believe that your clientele normally drink champagne, but we got them to buy four bottles of your most expensive kind. We found no less than eight underage drinkers, one cop, a vamp drainer and his four buddies in the car park and a drug dealer. If your profit's for tonight are not up by at least 35%, I'll eat your sales ledger -You. Need. Us."

"The stunt you pulled at the end, makes me think otherwise," he said.

"You should be thanking me, do you know more and more domestic violence and abuse charities are adding Vampire hot lines. For men and women who have been abuse by Vampires and the tabloids are eating it up with a big spoon. It would not look good to have Mickey spread all over the papers, sheriff, especially since the nice blond lady keeps telling us how safe y'all are," the sheriff at the end was dripping with sarcasm.

"I did not know that," he said

"Why should you, you seem like a Vampires, Vampire. Why would you concern yourself what the Vermin write in their publications," I snapped. Yeah I was pissed.

"Do you have Sookie's gun?" Hadley suddenly asked entirely too chirpy. Grrr.

"Yes," Eric answered.

"Can she have it? It calms her down," Hadley she added, as I clenched and unclenched my fists my jaw set tight. I wanted to hit him so badly.

"A gun calms her down? What has happened to you girls?" he said.

"We don't talk about our past, if you want our co operation you won't either. Otherwise just kill us or stick us back down in your basement," the look in Hadley's eyes would break my heart. I couldn't bring myself to look. Being three years older she always got it worse than I did.

Eric opened a drawer, taking out my gun. He popped the clip out. Then handed it to me butt first. He had handled guns before, I stored that for later. I snatched it out of his hand. I held it in my hand, it felt real, solid and good. I let out a breath, I had been holding. It was going to be okay. I pressed the cool steel against my temple, allowing me to relax. The gun had been a gift by one of the only people that had ever shown me kindness and not wanted anything in return. I stroked the mother of pearl handle tracing it with my finger.

"Your right, we could use you," he said slowly, I looked up at him as I could feel the 'but' coming. "But did it ever occur to you that you could have just told myself or Pam of the problems, rather than interfering your self's

I shook my head, because it didn't occur to me to ask for help, since I was eight, the only person I could rely on was Hadley or myself, so I'd be fucked if I was going to offer apology.

"I see," he tented his fingers.

"But now we know that's an option, we will in the future inform you or Pam of any problems. We are if anything, fast learners. We are so used to taking care of everything our self's, I just didn't think," I remarked.

"I bet you have had to," he said almost sadly.

"Yeah, the streets are not a forgiving place," I smiled but it never reached my eyes.

"May I ask how long, you have been on the streets?" I was going to say no, but Hadley answered.

"Sookie was eight, I was eleven," she said looking at her hands as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"What happened to your parents?" Eric asked softly, as if not to spook us.

"My dad split when I was one, my mom died of cancer when I was nine. Sookie lost her whole family when she was seven. We both lived with Gran, she was murdered shortly after Sookie moved in.

"How did she die?"

"She was cut up and some animal had bitten her. We found her when we came home from school, one day. Then we went to live with Uncle Bartlette, only he liked little girls a little too much..."

"HADLEY, that's enough," I warned.

She looked out of her stare down memory lane. She looked slightly embarrassed that she over shared. I squeezed her hand to tell her it was okay.

"How did your parents die, Sookie?" he urged gently. Ah fuck him.

"What the fuck do you care? They died, end off," I answered.

"Your right I don't, but I am curious, so just answer the question," he replied a little more forcefully.

"They left me at my Gran's because I'd misbehaved, I was so mad at them and my older brother because he ratted on me to them, hence why I got left behind. The car they were in got caught in a flash flood swept away, a freak accident they said. They only found my parents bodies, they never found my brother. Said wild animals may have eaten him." My voice was empty, it held no emotion.

"It must have been hard," he said

"Are we done here? Do you want us to go back to the basement? or are you just going to kill us?"

"Do you always run when things are difficult?" he asked.

"What? Fuck." I kicked the desk, "What do you what me to say? Yeah it was hard, but not as hard as listening to your paedophile uncle raping your eleven year old cousin, knowing from his thoughts you were next. Is that what you want from me? huh? To play Dr Phil and talk about it. He's dead, I shot him, I am glad. I did. Sometimes I wish he was alive so I could do it again. Oh you don't, get to look at me with pity in your eyes. No, you don't. I run because I don't want people to look at me like that, do you hear me?" He simply nodded.

"Because I don't deserved to be looked at like that, because I am not a victim. Because the people who did us like that, are my victim's only they aren't getting up anytime soon. So I ask again, are we done?" I glared at him.

"Yes, on the personal, but no on our arrangement," he answered his face an unreadable mask. I just blanked my face too and stared right back.

Pam walked in stood for a few seconds, "What did I miss?" she asked.

"Sookie and Eric are seeing who's got the biggest balls," Hadley answered, my gaze faltered and I smiled, sorta snort laughed. Yeah, it had been a long night.

"If you said cock Eric, would win hands down, but Sookie certainly has a big set, the way she took Mickey down, you'd would both make good Vampires," she said, like she had just given the highest compliment in the world.

"They would, maybe we will see," He commented thoughtfully. Whoa, x nay on the Vampire thing. No way.

"We have much to discuss," he said "Here are the choices, you become my pets and work for me or we take your lives, we cannot risk releasing you, as you can't be glamoured."

"Oh Geez, let us think," Hadley said sarcastically.

"Pet, as in a dog or a cat? What does being a Pet involve?" I asked, who does this bozo think he is?

"You would belong to me, I would provide for you and you would provide for me... service's, that I ask for," Eric answered, when he said services he leered.

"It's a great honour my Master is offering you, he has never taken Pets." Pam added.

"Oh I am beside myself," I replied dryly. "What kind of services?"

"Your telepathy, Hadley's charm, your blood, your human perspective when need."

"That's it? No sex?" I had to ask.

"Only if you wished it," he smirked, "and you will wish it." Cocky much?

"Who would drink our blood, do we get a say in that?" Hadley asked, good question Hadley, sometimes she would surprise you.

"Pam and I," Pam's fangs popped down at this.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, to clear my head, "Who else? And how often?"

"No one else," he said.

"How often, because it kinda hurt like a son of a bitch when Pam took my blood."

"When required, Pam requires blood every day I can go a couple of days without. It hurt, because she attacked you. It can be quite a pleasurable experience, I assure you," his voice dripping with hidden promise.

"No offence Pam, but I don't trust you at my neck. In fact I don't trust you period, but that's nothing personal." I just didn't trust anyone.

"So you are refusing?" he asked one eyebrow raised.

"I am refusing, Pam taking my blood. Yes," I paused, "You said it yourself, telepaths are rare, we showed you we can be useful. What do we get out of the arrangement?"

"You get to live," Pam snarled.

I laughed, "Not so sure, that's a big enough incentive; since I'll be spending rest of my life in the same category as a Goldfish."

Eric smiled, "You get our protection, we would have your back as they say. You would have a home, no need to move around. We would remove the threat of you being arrested. You would enjoy freedom to a degree. All your need's would be met, no need to worry about bills, basics for survival."

"You think we are poor? Like we are some sort of charity case?"

"No, I did not intend to insult you, I can tell from the quality of your clothing that you are women of means. Part of being a Pet is that you are provided for, you will want for nothing."

"So, what about our own business investments? And freedom, how much do we get?" I prodded further.

"I would review your business arrangements, then approve which ones you may keep. As for freedom you would, earn it back. I would have you guarded to start with if you show that you can be trusted and it is safe, we would allow you free rein as long as you fulfil your obligations to me."

"Okay, so let me get this straight; we would be allowed to continue our business, when we show we can be trusted, we get to have a sort of freedom. You would get rid of all our outstanding warrants. You offer us protection and have our backs. And the blood how many days do we donate?"

"Four,"

"Three and it's a deal, also I will be allowed discretion on what you do with people I catch with my telepathy. We don't do sex anything. We aren't whores."

"Oh and when you trust us, Sookie gets her ammo back," Hadley added, I nodded.

"You want us to arm you?" Pam scoffed.

"Why do you want discretion, on the people you read?" Eric asked regarding me carefully.

"Because you would not know those things unless I told you. For example, the drug dealer and the vamp drainers what would you have done to both them?"

"Drained them," he replied like it was nothing.

"You do know that there is a legal system in the US? You see your way doesn't prevent crime, because like us they just disappeared. So it doesn't act a deterrent to others, get them arrested yeah they get to live, but they get to be someone's prison bitch. Chances are their friends don't think it's a good idea when they visit there buddy and ol'Bob can't sit properly."

"I see your point," Eric said, looking thoughtful. Pam smirked."I am not sure, I can allow you to be armed," said Eric after a moment.

"You want us to, be your bitches. Let us be your bad ass bitches. Betsy has saved us more times I can count, Sookie is a fantastic shot, won't find better. She won't let you down. If we commit to something and give our word we don't go back on it. Because sometimes our word was all we had," Hadley, that's so sweet of her to look out for me. "Oh, just because we aren't armed, don't think for a minute we aren't just as deadly," I added, Hadley nodded at me, damn straight, she thought.

Pam sniggered, "Betsy?"

"Betsy," I said lifting the gun up. She raised an eyebrow.

"How old where when you learned to shoot?" Eric asked.

"Six, my dad taught me with a rifle and shot gun, got my first hand gun at eleven. But I don't do hired gun although I am good enough and had many offers. I just take out the trash," I answered.

"What age where you when you began to take out the trash?" asked Pam, Alice looked gleeful.

"First time? Eight," I shrugged, the gun in my hand like an extension of arm. I think I liked my gun so much because it made me feel safe, that and it reminded me there is still goodness in world.

"You show no remorse," she said staring at me as if I should be in a petri dish, under microscope.

"I don't believe in regrets, besides they deserved to die," I smiled sweetly.

"You would make a brilliant Vampire," Pam smiled. "Do you use any other methods for taking out the trash?"

I licked my lips, "I am proficient in all types of knives, my favourite being a Balisong. I have trained in many forms of hand to hand disciplines, although they were always more Hadley's bag. I am a gun girl if it's got a trigger, I'll hit my mark. Hadley has a love of explosives." Fuck this was like Sunday confessional, might as well do full disclosure, had a feeling Eric would be asking for our word.

Pam just stared at the two of us, so intently. Frankly it was getting on my tits. "PAM" Eric yelled, it snapped her out of whatever that was, her eyes had gone like saucers.

"It's getting late, dawn will be here soon, you will stay with us tonight, tomorrow night you will donate blood. You will have guards during the day. If we have a deal? do we have your word? " he asked like the cat that ate the canary.

"Yeah, just call us Goldie," I replied no emotion in my voice, "Force our hand, betray us, I'll kill you. Trust me, I won't lose any sleep over it."

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