Hello Everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I was having major problems with writing this chapter. I had to heavily edit it, but now I'm happy with it.
So, in my summary I said that this was rated M for various things, and this part is definitely M. You've been warned.
This is a much longer chapter! Yay!
I've been listening to a few songs that inspired this chapter; Doses and Mimosas by Cherub, Stay High by Tove Lo, and Indian Summer by Marlene.
Disclaimer: I don't own this, but if I did, the finale would have been VERY different. I only own Claire. She's my character of my own creation.
Last time:
Sookie's silver bullet popped out of her chest, and I wanted to keep up the image that I too was allergic to silver, so I didn't touch it. I picked up Sookie's hand and brushed it to the floor. I continued my work, which was surprisingly easy considering that she was part fairy too.
I was barely listening to her thoughts as she swam to consciousness. I didn't really care what was in Sookie's brain, all I needed to know was that she made Eric very happy.
Sookie opened her dark eyes.
SPOV
I sat up immediately, looking around the room. Bill was in the corner and Claire was right next to me, knees on the carpet next to my couch. The coffee table was splintered and destroyed. Was that blood on the ground? It was probably my own. Ugh. My stomach felt really weak, but then I remembered I hadn't eaten anything. Constant peril usually curbs my appetite.
What happened? I remembered getting shot and passing out, but I didn't have any wounds, I felt fine.
I was going to ask all these questions, but my heart sank. "Where's Eric?" My eyes filled up with tears as I assumed the worst.
Alcide came into the room just as I said this. He answered in his deep voice, "The witches took him. I'm real sorry Sookie." He came over to my side and lifted me slightly, after getting the "OK" from Claire that I could be moved. I had forgotten how warm he was, and I accepted his embrace willingly. I rubbed my tear stained face against his chest.
Claire didn't seem to be fazed by what had happened to Eric, but Bill asked her to join him in the kitchen so that he could talk to her. I didn't really think much of this.
I cried into Alcide's chest, wanting him to take away all my fears. It was a shame that I tried to imagine Eric holding me, not Alcide; which was a hard thing to do considering that Alcide was a good 20 degrees warmer than Eric had ever been.
"Who's that girl?" Alcide said into my hair. I pulled away to look at him.
I didn't really know if I should reveal that she was Eric's child, but it seemed that everyone knew this already. "Claire Walter. Her name's Claire Walter. Do you know her?" I had to choke out this information, tears still streaming down my face.
When I first said her name, Alcide's body went rigid. I was scared at his reaction. "Yes, I know her. Most people in the supe community think she's some kind of myth. We all thought she had died. Sookie," he took my face in his hands and looked in my eyes, "You need to leave. Do you know who her father- or even her maker- is? Do you know why we thought she was dead?" He was bombarding me with questions, and I couldn't do anything but shake my head.
The looming suspicion that what I had seen in Claire's dream was real crept over my senses with its accompanying dread. "I know that her maker is Eric and her father is the King of Faery. I don't know much else." He opened his mouth, probably starting to tell me why they thought she had died, but Bill and Claire walked back into the room, Claire's Louboutins clicking on the ground with her runway-like walk.
"Sookie, Alcide, I will be accompanying Bill back to his home. Please do not follow me." Her hands were behind her back, and Bill had a smug look on his face. At first I thought that she was just holding her hands like that, but as she walked towards the door, the silver handcuffs didn't lie.
I jumped up, ignoring Alcide telling me not to get in the middle of 'vamper shit', and walked over to Bill. "Bill? What's happening?" I looked in his eyes, but he was trying to avoid me.
"Claire was ordered to let me give you some of my blood to heal you, but she risked your life by not letting me. She disobeyed her king, me. Stay out of this Sookie, this is nothing of your concern." They started walking out, and I followed. Claire walked slightly in front of him, not saying anything.
"Alcide. Can you please get somebody to watch over Sookie, or watch over her yourself? She might have some bad dreams." Bad dreams? What kind of bad dreams. I went rigid as I remembered the violent dream that Claire was having. Would I have those dreams? Yes. I'm sorry Sookie, but my healing comes with a price. My veins went cold when I tried to imagine what dreams I would receive. I hoped that they wouldn't be nearly as bad as the ones she was having.
I pulled my thoughts away from myself and remembered that Claire would be a huge help in finding Eric. "Bill! You can't do this! Claire could be out there searching for Eric right now!"
Bill payed me no mind, but turned to Alcide. "Werewolf. You should stay with Sookie until Eric comes back. It isn't safe for her with the witches' location unknown. Goodbye, Sookie." And with that, He took Claire's arm and sped off towards his house.
Alcide put his arm around me and led me back inside. I sighed when I saw the blood on the carpet, but I realized that I really didn't care right now. My bed was calling to me. "Don't you worry yourself about that mess, I'll clean it up. You sleep." My knees were feeling weak, and Alcide noticed this as he spoke to me. He caught me and wrapped me in a hug. I guess when Claire healed me, there was still some residual effects of me being shot.
I let him pick me up and carry me up the stairs, and he placed me down on the bed. "I have to call Debbie and tell her what's happenin'," he bent down over me, "I'll be right back." I never got to see what Debbie said to Alcide, because I drifted off to sleep, waiting for the nightmares to take me over.
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Most of my dream was blackness, with me struggling to come to the surface. Then, I was in Claire's mind. This was Claire's nightmare. I had only seen flashes of it, but unbeknownst to me, I was going to see the entirety of it.
Fangtasia? It looked like the dank dungeon Eric had locked me in before killing Russell Edgington, or the sex chamber with Yvetta.
The door was thrown open, and Eric was tugging Claire in by her upper arm forcefully. That was surely a testament to Claire's strength, because Eric actually had to drag her in.
This was a while ago, as Eric still had his long hair. She struggled to keep up with his fast and demanding walking pace in her high heels. She was yelling at him, and he kicked the door closed, then locked it. She tried to get free, but he just clamped his hand down harder.
Claire and Eric were still yelling at each other even as they were descending the steps into the main floor of the basement, and I seemed to be looking in the third person on what was happening. Eric obviously had his memories, he stood with arrogance and power. Eric was wearing leather pants and a black tank top.
Claire was in a pale pink dress similar to the one she was wearing in the graveyard, but it was strapless, and it had more crystals. She was again wearing Louboutins, but these were studded to the max with rhinestones. What little light was in the basement reflected off of them, looking like a disco ball.
I couldn't make out what they were saying, it was as if the mute button was pressed on the TV. I just knew that they were arguing passionately.
Eric let go of her arm with a push, and Claire stumbled back a few steps. She just continued yelling at him, not even looking disturbed at his manhandling of her.
Claire said something to really piss off Eric apparently, and Eric got right up in her face. He roared at her, fangs down. She pushed him back a little, obviously with enough force to move the Viking; which was more strength than I could ever muster up.
This really set Eric off. He screamed something at her again, and Claire screamed right back. She flailed her arms in exasperation, then held them tight against her side, fists balled up. He stopped yelling. Claire stopped for a few seconds, her face flushed in anger.
Eric just laughed, and he took her face in his hands. Claire tried to swat them back and turn away, but he held her firmly and looked into her eyes. He slowly spoke, almost as if he was talking to her like a child.
She slowly said something, I couldn't make out the words, but whatever it had been, what she had said really got under Eric's skin.
He pulled his hand back sharply and backhanded her right cheek. Hard. So hard in fact, that when she recoiled and put a hand over her cheek, looking shocked and surprised, she stumbled back on her big heels. Eric looked at the hand that had slapped her.
His eyes burning, he noticed the blood that was on them. Eric cocked his head slightly to the side, then raised his palm to his face, smelling the blood. Eric licked his fingers one by one, his eyes rolling back slightly.
Her mood quickly shifted as she looked up and saw Eric's face. He was so curbed in bloodlust that he lurched forward, trying to grab her. She stumbled back just out of his reach and held her hands up in defense, but it was no use. The air shifted around her. Was she trying to teleport to Faery? I assumed she was, because she started to glow and fade. Eric was faster though.
Football style, he tackled her to the ground. I couldn't hear it, but her head hit the floor and I could only assume that there was a sickening smack. Eric successfully pinned her underneath him, straddling her. Her legs flailed and she tried to move her arms, but he held them fast to the floor. She squirmed and screamed, but it was no use. His bloodlust was too strong and she had set him off. His fangs distended, he bit savagely into her neck. She tried pushing him off, but because he was older and much larger than her, it didn't have much outcome except for make him angrier.
I assumed that the left side of her neck had dried up, and he moved onto the right side. As he bit into that one, Claire was still screaming. I still couldn't hear them, but Claire seemed to be pleading, "Please! Please stop Eric!"
There was one place that he hadn't tried, and my heart sunk when he began inching the hem of her dress up. I wished so badly that I could turn away, not see what he was about to do to her. She was still struggling, but her shoves became weaker, her eyes missing that spark that was usually in them. They looked dull.
He finally ripped the dress right down the middle, and moved in between her legs. The dress was strapless, so it just fell to her sides. She was wearing a simple pale pink matching bra and panty set, probably chosen by Pam. The lace wasn't slutty, it was sweet. Eric didn't notice this, he only wanted whatever drops of blood remained in her body.
Eric finally bit into her right thigh, and shook her body to try to get more blood out of her, obviously angry that there was very little left. He was about to bite into her left thigh, but I noticed that another type of hunger was coming over him, and he moved up her body, repositioning his fangs into her neck, hoping for more blood, and he fumbled with his belt and his pants, and ripped her panties away. I wanted to die, watching him do this.
He had just entered her, and he bit into the other side of her neck. She was making small movements to try to get him off of her still, and she was saying something that I couldn't discern. He seemed to finish some kind of blood-hazed release, and he detached himself from her neck. I still couldn't hear anything in what I had confirmed was my worst nightmare ever, but I saw him roar as he thrust 3 more times.
After about a minute of still sucking on her neck, Claire's legs stopped kicking. Her feet which were trying desperately to find leverage clunked to the ground, her Louboutins shifting slightly off her feet. She stopped fighting, but Eric was so consumed in his bloodlust that he didn't let up, if anything getting even more aggressive.
I saw the light in her eyes slowly fade and die. Eric seemed to notice that both sides of her neck were dry, and there was no more blood in her system, he shook her body, trying to find more.
He finally pulled the top of her dress down slightly, and bit into the top of her small breast ferociously, marring the beautiful skin. That bite didn't last long, though, I'm assuming there wasn't much blood there. He finally moved to her other side, and that one didn't even last half as long. He finally took her limp arm and brought it up to his lips, biting the right one first, then the left one when the right wrist had dried up too. As he did this, he was looking for more arteries to bite.
At this exact moment, Pam came rushing downstairs. I still couldn't hear anything, but I saw her scream for Claire. Eric took his fangs away from her neck and growled from his position, still over her lifeless body. His chest lurched with breaths that he didn't need, Claire's blood slowly dribbling out of his mouth. Pam looked at what was happening, and backed up slowly, her palms facing Eric, slowly shaking her head. Blood tears were streaming down her face.
Eric seemed to choose this moment to snap out of his bloodlust. He looked at what he was doing. It took him a few moments to realize what he had done. When he did realize, he got off of her, and grabbed her shoulders, he screamed at her, shaking her. He grabbed onto her face, shaking it hard. Eric got off her and grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her up onto his lap, yelling at her, shaking at her, nothing was happening.
Pam looked just as horrified as I felt, as she sunk to her knees, screaming into the sky. I wished I could do the same.
His face was quickly bloody with tears. He seemed to be roaring "NO!" Continuously. He shook her some more, then bent over to listen to her chest. He looked up at Pam, and seemed to reach the terrible realization that what he had done had killed this beautiful creature. He took her light, he took her body, and he took her life.
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I woke up with a scream, Alcide awoke with a start, throwing himself over me in a protective measure. Alcide didn't realize this at the time, but throwing his body on me was the worst possible move. I squirmed and started hitting him, trying desperately to get him off of me. He growled, and I could feel him start to shift. I was still screaming as he looked around the room, noticing that nothing was threatening my life. He shook me, trying to get my attention.
"Sookie! Sookie what happened!" His face was etched in concern. I started to feel sick to my stomach as Alcide morphed into Eric, him on top of me, about to drain and… I let out a small yelp as I thought about what happened to her.
I scrambled out from under him, onto the floor. I scooted far away from him and bumped into the wall behind me. Eric advanced towards me, stalking me. He was going to drain me just like he drained Claire! I screamed again, and got up and ran towards the bathroom, locking myself in. I knew it was no use to lock it, Eric could just break the door down. I got into the shower and cowered into the tub.
My face streaked with tears, I took a few seconds to calm down. Alcide was still yelling at me to open the door. I shakily realized what had happened. I took a deep breath just as Alcide broke the lock to the door, and rushed in, throwing aside the shower curtain.
"Sookie! It's ok! Nothing's wrong. Calm down. Take a few deep breaths." He put one hand on my spine, and his arm slipped under my bent knees, picking me up from the tub and placing me sideways in his lap, holding me to his chest. "It was just one of those nightmares that Claire was talking about."
I was shaking with terror. It had seemed so real. I thought Eric would drain me, just like he'd drained Claire. All for my fairy blood. I began to wonder if the dream was even real, it was so vivid. Alcide rocked me back and forth on the floor of the bathroom.
I began to think about how her legs had slowly given up fighting, and how her soul left her eyes. I felt really sick to my stomach and scrambled up from Alcide's warm embrace towards the toilet. Alcide caught my drift and beat me to it, picking up the seat and pulling my hair back as I emptied the contents of my stomach.
When I was done, Alcide dragged me back into his arms, and continued rocking me back and forth. "What happened, Cher? You can tell me." He sounded so sincere, but I had to know if the dream was real. But, Claire was alive. I was certain I saw her die right under Eric.
"You said that you knew why people thought she was dead. Can you please tell me what happened to her?" I looked up into his eyes. He looked down at me as if I was a child who wasn't old enough to hear what he was about to say.
"Well, we don't really know what happened to her. Claire and Eric were really close, apparently rarely saw apart from each other, except for anything that would involve killing people. He treated her like a… a uh trophy I guess. In all the important business meetings, sitting in the chair next to him. She never was around whenever he dealt out punishments. I never saw her, I had only heard a story that my dad told me, and he said she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen."
He paused, and looked like he wanted to continue, I nodded. He dragged a towel off the counter and wiped my sweaty forehead, brushing my hair away from my face. I wanted to him continue and he caught on, "Well, nobody saw her for a really long time, and Eric said that he found her drained in the basement when people started asking questions. We all thought he did it, but he said he caught the killer. Still, we thought he would make the killer's punishment more… public. There's a rumor that she didn't want to be treated as a trophy anymore, and he killed her." I probably looked as scared as I was feeling. I started crying, and Alcide tried to wipe away my tears.
"Why didn't Bill or you ever tell me about this when I started dating Eric?"
"I tried telling you, Bill probably tried too. I told you he was a killer… although I never really believed that he killed her." That made me feel slightly better, but I still had the dream. I was pretty sure that it was a memory from Claire's mind, and I would have to ask her later about it. This was too much information, and Alcide understood this.
He picked me up again, and moved me back to my bed, and laid down next to me. He gently spooned me, with his arm across my middle as I fell asleep again. I was too worried to wonder about what Eric would think about me sleeping in my bed with another man, but I didn't really care. I wasn't even sure I wanted to be with him anymore.
I had a few questions buzzing around my head; Why did Claire forgive him so easily? How the hell was she alive? Was Claire a full fairy? And the most important question of all popped up into my head as I succumbed to the darkness; If Eric could lose his temper like that with Claire, who was 800 years old and a fairy princess, how long would it be until he lost his temper with me, and drained me dry?
Sleep overcame me, and I let it. I wanted to be away from all my questions.
I didn't dream this time.
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