Chapter 4
"Sookie are you okay?." Claudine instantly came next to her. Her hand placed tenderly on her back.
Blinking the telepaths frame straightend and nodded numbly. Gasping Sookie slapped her hand over her mouth.
Jason, Tara, Sam, everyone she cared of was probably going insane with worry.
She felt like kicking herself. She'd been to emotionally distraught from thinking about her family.
Clenching her fists into tiny balls she could feel the pale white glow bubbling over her as the anger began to
Become appearant.
She couldn't tell who she was more frustrated at, herself or the dead clan. Whirling around Sookie went to
Tell Claudine she was going back home. The dark haired fairy gave a look but nodded in understanding.
"Alright Sookie. But be careful you hear." The telepath nodded and embraced her swiftly and strode to a colorful
Portal. Where her destination was at.
After settling back at her Gran's home Sookie felt herself relax and tense all at the same time. The realm of
Her relatives had been so calm and peaceful she'd felt a little odd coming back.
Looking around the house she smiled faintly to herself and went to the couch and propped her frame
Comfortably upon it.
A few hours had passed and it was midnight and Sookie changed into her dark saphire mini nightgown,
Readying herself for bed. Maybe her life could be normal for once. After settling into the soft comfy mattress
Sookie contemplated at how she pictured her life.
A garden she would plant, a great big one that she knew her Gran would surely approve. And cook those secret
But delicious recipes for Jason. Not to mention Hoyt, Sam, Tara, Alcide.
Blinking in surprise at herself a slow smile crept across her face she thought of the handsome but were creature.
Suddenly a rattling and sqeaking sound could be heard downstairs to her porch. Gasping Sookie shot up from her
Bed and softly but quickly ran out of her room.
As she made it down the staircase the noise came to a stop. Her choclate eyes were huge with fear. This couldn't be happening, but oh hey she was Sookie Stackhouse. Vampire crack, a telepathic barmaid that was part fairy.
Of course there is bound to be chaos.
Sprinting towards the kitchen she instinctively grabbed a knife. It was medium sized and pretty well bladed. Taking
A deep breath she quietly opend the front door and seen nobody.
Gulping nervously she scanned the old wooden porch and took a step outside. She instantly took notice of the porch
Swing going back and fourth, but very visibly. Like someone had been sitting then got up like ten seconds ago. Gripping the knife more tightly she turned around only to be knocked into a very hard but familiar chest.