Chapter Seven
An hour later they finally found the strength to pry away and he flew to Fangtasia. Sookie watched him go and lazily walked barefoot back to the house as the dark enveloped her view. She could still see, much clearer than a human. The moon shone down setting a heavenly mood. And Sookie closed her eyes breathing in the scents of the grass and wildlife living around. Everything felt so welcoming in the absence of fear. Every human was scared of the dark, especially since the vampires revealed themselves. But now, she was one of the things that go bump in the night, there was no fear left. Just a warmth. She smoothed her dress back down and released her hair from the ponytail brushing out a few specs of mud from the grass. A shower would be needed. Or a nice warm bath. At the thought she sped up running through the wood lands. She shucked the dress at the door for Eric to find and know she was waiting naked for him. She took a bottle of passion fruit bubble bath from a basket in the wardrobe. Another one of Pam's rejects maybe.
She sniffed and it was so much stronger, but in a good way. She could smell the other fruits, the 1% that was orange, the 6% that was grapefruit. She could smell the lines of flower smelling produce made along side it. She smiled and dribbled a few drops of the mixture, breathing as the warm water spread the scent into the room. Unwillingly she capped off another True Blood as the bath ran, some things had to work on their own time, and being a vampire couldn't speed them up. The slow speed of the tap was one of those things. Walking back she lost the underwear and drained the bottle in one long drink. 'She didn't have to like the taste of something to live on it' she told herself. It was nothing compared to the fresh stuff, but it quenched the omnipresent hunger being a newborn created. Then she settled into the bath. Eric had sent her a text.
Going to be late. Pam fucked up
She laughed and sunk below the water. She didn't need to breathe either she remember and could lie underwater however long she wanted. She knew being a vampire for a long time would mean the novelty of not breathing and running fast would quickly wear off. But she loved everything. She washed the mud from her hair, noticing how strong, lush and manageable it had become. Vampires had everything so easy. She stayed till the water ran cold, not that it made a difference to her. Wrapped in just a towel she trotted across and started a snoop around Eric's house. Ohhh, DVD's. A lot were historical events; boring. He had absolutely zero chic flicks, but she didn't really expect him to be a secret closet lover of rom-coms. She laughed aloud at the thought of Eric sitting with a blood stained hanky as the titanic sank or the guy broke the girl's heart…yet again. He did have a few horrors. She figured he must gain torture techniques from them. She sighed, oh well. It is Halloween. May as well gets some scares out of it. Taking out a recent vampire thriller she walked back to his bedroom. She speed dried her hair with the towel and just threw on some underwear and laid on his bed waiting for the main menu.
Eric found her 2 hours before sunrise asleep on the bed fully human and too tired to even entertain the 3rd murder of the movie with a gasp. Sadness washed over him replacing his anger at Bill. The magic had dissipated. The carriage was back to the pumpkin, all that was left was bittersweet memories. He lifted the duvet back and slid her under, leaving her with a kiss on her forehead. They both knew it would end, and with that end they knew they should accept it. But it just didn't seem to happen. The air smelled alive with fruity bubble bath and the sour tinge of True Blood. Yep, she had actually drunk one without him there pushing it. He chuckled silently and popped one in for himself before writing her a note and going to bed beside her, holding her close while they waited for the sunrise.
Sookie blinked a few times as she woke and turned to greet Eric. But, he was still dead. She checked herself, she wasn't meant to rise before her Maker, not when he was so old. She looked across to the soft orange glow of the digital clock. Her face fell. 10:24 am. She was human; back to her old battered self. Quietly she stood and dressed in a pair of jeans and 2 t-shirts. Of course, he wouldn't have thick clothes when he bought for vampires, they didn't feel it. But she did now. Sighing she stole his leather jacket over the back of the kitchen chair shrugging on his scent. There was a note on the kitchen table in his script.
My apologises I was late. I wished to say thank you in a much better way.
She sniffled and blinked away the memories that threatened to come with tears.
Within the hour she was back at home. Deep thinking and confused. She changed into her own clothes, much warmer for her tiny frame. When she was clean and dressed the phone rang. She hoped it would be Eric on the other end, but in all fairness it was still daytime and if he did want her, he would just appear at her door. She sighed and picked up the receiver.
"Cher, I'm glad you're in. I know it's late. But I kind of need a favour. Arlene took her kids were out trick or treating and she fell over in her heels. She won't be in work for a while. And the new waitress can't tell the difference between beer and a potato."
Sookie smiled. Sam was so stressed, it was almost cute.
"Sam, relax. I can pull an extra shift if you want me."
"Oh Sook you're a life saver."
"Sure, I'll be right over" He thanked her again and she changed into a winter Merlotte's outfit. She considered adding Eric's jacket to her outfit just so she could feel close to him. But somehow she didn't think Sam would appreciate it.
After 2 hours of waiting tables, she was sure some witch had cursed the place. Men were spilling drinks down her, grabbing at her ass. Women were bitching about the food. Lafayette was one more complain from quitting and Tara was close to flooding the entire joint with beer. What made it worse was the strain Sookie had on her thoughts. Each time someone would touch her she would flinch at the images. Her silence had been lost since her vampirism. It was like starting all over again with the gift. She didn't have control, just patches of images searing into her eyes. Sam closed early too concerned about loosing more staff. He thanked Sookie again as she left.
It was sunset as she stepped out of the car outside her house. A soft orange glow in the sky. And she had made up her mind. As the last light fell under the earth she ran inside changing into her earlier winter wear. She pulled on Eric's jacket and threw her car with all its force down the long roads toward Shreveport. She hit speed dial, calling Pam.
"What?" she answered, and snarled at a fang banger.
"Pam, can you dig a grave please?"
Pam chocked out a laugh.
"I'm sorry Sookie. I don't think I quite understood you recent insane idea." She laughed again and her heels clicked across the floor. "Master, Sookie wants me to dig a grave" she spoke lighter to Eric, Sookie still heard across the line since Pam didn't bother to take it away.
Eric chuckled across the line. But didn't take the phone.
"Have you killed someone Sookie?" Pam asked, teasing her.
"No…but I'm thinking someone will be dead by the end of the night"
"Ohhh mysterious. I like it. Who's the dying?" Pam was actually curious.
"Me" she answered and snapped the phone shut and kept driving. The winds picked up as she followed the narrowing roads, and with them they brought a storm. Rain pelting against the windshield of her car. She could hear it inside and out. When she opened the car door to walk into Fangtasia it only took the short walk to the employee's entrance for her hair to start dripping and the cold wind make her knees knock together. Her skin goose bumped. She shook herself off as she walked in, the heavy beat of the music thumping in her ears.
"Sookie" Pam's voice came and she stood back away from Sookie's dripping form.
"It's raining" she commented and scanned the hall. Eric wasn't there. She headed to his office.
"Just so you know. I really do not like digging graves in the rain. At least, not in these shoes"
Sookie glanced down at the white pumps Pam had clicking against the wooden floors. The trademark sound of Pam was clicking. She had never seen her without heels. Eric called for her to come in before she could knock. Pam followed and chucked her a Fangtasia towel from the merchandise box. She nodded in thanks and sat on the towel on the sofa. Gathering her breath she let out three simple words he had always wanted to hear from her mouth.
"Eric, turn me."
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