AN: This is the second chapter out of three I aim to post today. As promised I have gone back through the previous chapters and have fixed any mistakes that I had missed before I posted the chapter. Hopefully that's all of them, if not, just let me know and I will fix them as soon as I can.
There has been speculation as to what the cross on Eric's wrist may mean, I will neither confirm or deny the theory as I'm all about switching it up every now and again just to keep you all guessing. It's nice to hear your theories as to the mystery surrounding Sookie and Eric's tattoo, as it makes me happy to know that you're all interested and my updating constantly is not in vain.
Anyway, on with the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or The Southern Vampire Mysteries series, any and all rights belong to the wonderful Charlene Harris.
You've got it all,
But you've got it all wrong.
You don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul.
Oh I know,
You make it seem that you feel whole,
So they don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul.
You put on a faith facade,
Think you're holy when you're not.
I hate to break it to you baby,
But you're simply lost.
You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong,
But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God.
You're just a ghost at most,
A set of empty bones,
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole,
When it gets cold.
You don't know.
No you don't know.
You're all alone,
You poor unfortunate soul.
You can't control where your body let's you go.
You're all alone,
You poor unfortunate soul.
"Holy" – PVRIS
- Eric's POV -
"What the heck was that?" I exploded as soon as we exited the house and on route to the school.
I glowered at Sookie as she absentmindedly dawdled ahead of me, kicking at random rocks that lay in her path as she hummed to herself a melody that I was unfamiliar with. She almost reminded me of a young girl, skipping around and dancing her way through life – except that Sookie was not a child that lacked a sense of obscurity.
"Hell." She stated simply, not pausing in her walk in an attempt to carry on the conversation. I ran on ahead to catch up with her.
"What?"
"Say hell. Not heck."
I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?"
She sighed and strolled alongside of me, ignoring the children racing around their yards, screaming while they played. "Just say it. Repeat after me," she instructed. "What the hell was that?"
"Sookie, I'm not going-"
"Oh my God, just say it Mr. Goody-goody!" She rolled her eyes and stopped to stand in front of me, arms crossed; the edge in her tone, causing me to flinch. Though I didn't understand why hearing me cuss was so important to her, I reluctantly agreed.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered monotonously, barely even mouthing most of the syllables. I thought of how much trouble I would've been in had my mother been around to hear me now.
Sookie smirked and turned around to continue her walk to school. I took note of the way she walked, how calm she appeared as she effortlessly swayed with every click of her black boots – the action seemed normal, like any girl might walk, but Sookie made it seem…different somehow. Dominant.
I followed along behind her the way to school, eyeing her cautiously. She was liable to do the unexpected. Making me say naughty words was one thing, but Sookie was capable of getting me to jump in front of the moving traffic passing by on the road beside us. She wasn't murderous…was she?
The bell rang the moment we entered through the front doors, and I darted off to my locker. Sookie trotted along at a normal pace beside me, arms folded across her chest in disgust. "There are too many people here," she mumbled.
"It's called school. Get used to it," I shot back at her sarcastically. Immediately after the words slipped from my mouth, I wondered when I ever started using an attitude towards people. I shrugged the thought off and continued packing for my morning classes. "Where's your backpack?" I asked her idly, trying to erase the awkward silence that lingered between us.
Her shoulders raised and dropped carelessly. "Don't need 'em," she replied simply, as if that explained everything.
Just as I was about to reply a voice rang out from behind us. "Hey-hey, Northman! Wasup?" Sookie looked around to see who spoke, but I smiled at the familiar face.
"Hey Alcide," I laughed. Alcide was a tall, muscular guy with a hint of a shadow over his chin and upper lip – he was our star post on the team. We'd been tight for a long as I can remember - almost like the brother I never had.
Alcide's eyes lowered to Sookie who stood a short distance from him, casually eyeing her form. Impressed with what he saw, he held out his hand. "Who's the lady?" he asked politely, a hint of humour lacing his tone. Sookie ignored him and refused to shake his hand, in favour of offering him a small smile.
"Call me Sookie," she nodded in Alcide's direction. She was remaining positive, but I knew that it was all an act. Just like everything else, I thought.
He cleared his throat, apparently embarrassed by the rejection. "Well, er, I'm Alcide. Alcide Herveaux." He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
With that simple action Sookie smiled, though there was a slight curve to her lips which I recognised as a smirk; not to mention the gleam in her eye that indicated she was thinking. Hard.
Who would have ever guessed her One Deadly Secret had anything to do with Seven Deadly Sins.
AN: One more chapter to go before I turn in for the evening in favour of food and sleep. Any guesses as to what our dear, darling Sookie may be thinking?
Fenrir Vanagandr ~
