So, this chapter was originally planned as a simple script of the phone conversation you'll find in the second part of it, but cokecrazy convinced me to add the part at the beginning, so it's her you should thank the chapter is longer! :) I hope you like how it turned out.
As always, thank you for all your reviews, also the anonymous ones!
Disclaimer: For some unknown, but clearly unjust reasons I don't own True Blood.
I didn't plan it, but I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was past sunset and he wasn't there.
I sat there for a minute wondering how the hell did he sneak out of the cubby without waking me. He had some serious ninja skills, I'll give him that.
At first I thought that maybe he was just upstairs, but he didn't answer when I called his name, and a quick mental scan confirmed there was no vampire minds in the house.
I was confused. Obviously, he didn't want to wake me. Don't get me wrong, I didn't expect him to fall to his knees and beg me for another chance or anything remotely close to that after the bullshit I pulled on him, but with the way he took care of me last night I also knew he was at least still concerned about my well being. I thought that maybe, I don't know, he'd be concerned enough to ask me if I'm ok? Knowing that he just woke up and left me down there alone had me feeling pretty awful.
A sudden thought hit me: is this how he felt the night we talked? I tried to imagine how it all looked like in his eyes.
I slept with him. Shared things with him that I didn't with just anyone. I asked him not to leave me when he offered to do just that after Tara's angry tirade. I assured him I didn't believe him evil and told him that I cared for him. I pretty much told him I loved him the night I was putting silver on him. I said I couldn't loose him. And then, the second he told me it was not over, I pushed him away. I saw a glimpse of the most treasured, beautiful and purest, usually well hidden part of him. And what did I do? I took it all.
I took it selfishly, because I liked what I saw and I wanted it. I took it, fully convinced that whatever we had, was going to end the minute he got his memories back. I took it, and I completely ignored how it would affect him in the end. I took advantage of him when he couldn't defend himself.
Actually, thinking about it in it's simplest form, I led him on, knowing that it wasn't going to end well.
To my defence, I've never seen it coming. I wasn't like I had some kind of cruel plan to toy with his feelings. I was genuinely confused at the time.
For a moment I thought, that maybe he was trying to teach me a lesson. But I knew better. This, for once, was not a game for him. He was hurt, deeply, and I was the one to blame for it.
I suppose it was only fair that I wasn't feeling so peachy at the moment. But even as much as I deserve it, I have to ask myself, is justice really what Eric needs from me right now? Perhaps it would be fair if I had my wish and was left here alone and miserable, but would it make Eric happy? It wasn't about what I deserved, but what he did. Which was why I could't just leave things between us so broken. I needed to talk to him.
Only, I had no idea where he went. I realised I couldn't call him because I didn't even have his phone number. I figured if I was going to have to hunt Eric down, the first place to start would be Fangtasia.
I climbed out of the cubby and headed straight for the phone in the kitchen and dialled Fangtasia's number.
"Fangtasia, what do you want?" hissed a very annoyed Pam.
Someone's night sucked as much as mine.
"Hi, Pam."
Silence.
"It's me."
More silence.
"Sookie", I clarified.
"Sookie. You're being polite tonight, I didn't recognize you", she droned sarcastically.
Ouch.
"Listen, is Eric there?" I asked.
"No."
More silence.
"Well, do you know where he is?", I asked patiently.
"Not here."
I sighed. It was like pulling teeth. "Pam, I know you're angry with me right now bu-"
"That is one hell of an understatement. If you want to leave a message for Eric then spit it out and I'll pass it along when I see him. Otherwise, I have a business to run."
I had enough. I was stressed and anxious to find Eric.
Yes, I deserved some bashing, but not from her. And not for the reasons she was annoyed with me.
"Hey, I'm not the one who told Bill where to find Eric when he wanted to stake him", I snarked back. It was a low blow, but the lack of a witty comeback told me I hit home.
I took a deep breath.
"Sorry, that was mean. What I'm trying to say is we all make mistakes, Pam. And I'm trying to fix one of mine right now", I said. "I really need to talk to Eric. I know you might not believe me, but I just wish to make things better. I own him that much".
Hello awkward silence, haven't heard from you in a while.
"He didn't tell me", she finally answer.
Huh?
"Huh?", I repeated aloud, because it seemed to be suitable response.
"He didn't tell me where he was. I haven't seen him since yesterday."
Oh.
"For all I know he's still in Bon Temps."
Well, he wasn't in my home. Maybe he was at Bill's? That would make sense.
"Ok, thanks."
"Whatever", she sighed.
"Hey, Pam?", I called before she disconnected, "Thank you."
"You already said that."
"No, I mean... For stepping in when they tried to sacrifice themselves."
She scoffed.
"Funny, that's the reason why he's mad at me. Apparently, I was unnecessarily risking your life."
No wonder she wasn't friendly.
"If it makes you feel better, it's also the reason why he's still alive. Undead. You know what I mean. So, for what it is worth, I'm grateful."
"Wait a second, princess. Why are you so sure he would be dead?", she asked suspiciously.
Double "oh". Topped with a "shit".
Oh-oh, shit.
She didn't know.
"Uhh, well, when you shoot somebody -"
"Oh no, you don't, you little fairy brat. I know where you live. Spit it out."
After a moment of hesitation I told her:
"Bill's gun was loaded with wooden bullets."
There was no sound on the other end of the line other that the distinct click of fangs being drawn.
Not good.
"Um, Pam? I suspect killing one's monarch is frowned upon", I stated, matter of factly. "Probably even punishable."
"Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I'll figure something out", she said, and I was pretty sure I could hear the smile on her face through the phone.
I realized that this probably means Bill was going to get hurt at least a little bit in the near future. I could run over to his place after I hung up and warn him about Pam, but really, it wasn't like he didn't have it coming, and I had more important things to do at the moment, like hunting Eric down so we could talk. And maybe mention I planted an evil seed of a plan in Pam's twisted head. With that in mind:
"I have no idea what you're talking about", I told her.
"Good girl", why did it sound like she was praising a dog?
Now I really, really needed to talk to Eric for more reasons than one.
"Bye, Pam."
She didn't bother to acknowledge my goodbye before ending the call.
I rubbed my temples. I could wait and see if Eric comes back, or check at Bill's. On second thought, I had quite few personal things of my own to discuss with the king of Louisiana.
I know some of you probably think it's not a good idea for Sookie to confront Bill right now, but the girl is stubborn.
