Chapter IX
"True. I can't hear vampire thoughts. There's a void where your thoughts should be." I answered.
"Good to know. So how about we go back to your living room and you tell me why you needed that show for Compton." Eric suggests while caressing my cleavage with his index finger.
I take his hand in mine stopping him from going any further even though all I could think about was how I would like to push him on the couch and rip his clothes apart. "I guess that's a good way to start. Although I warn you. You won't like what I have to tell you."
He took on a serious face. "Go on!" He commended.
"Well, Mister Compton turned up at Merlottes some time ago. That's where I work. He came here on his queens behalf to find out whether I really am a telepath and if so to procure me." I stated matter of factly.
"How do you know this?" He growled out.
"I assure you I did not read his mind. -I couldn't tell him about the time travel so I decided on some half truths.- "Look, I can't really tell you how I know this. Let's just say I know things... I don't want to lie to you. Can we leave it at that?"
He nodded reluctantly. "I had a psychic once." He said a little amused. "It was a fun time."
"Did she think so too?" I answered remembering this comment from my timeline. He shrugged.
"So since you haven't been shipped off to New Orleans and I can't smell any of Bills blood in you, my guess is that he hasn't confirmed your gift yet."
"No, he hasn't but not for lag of trying." I sighed. "The night he walked into Merlottes he glamoured some drainers into subduing and draining him. Probably in the hopes I would hear it and give myself away. I still stopped them from draining him but without showing my telepathy. The next day the drainers were glamoured into beating me half to death so he could get his blood into me. But his plan failed again and I managed to keep my secret safe with the help of Sam Merlotte. But I'm not sure how many more tries I can keep at bay. Besides people in this town know what I can do or at least they suspect. I wasn't very good at shielding as a child and I answered more thoughts than I could count. It earned me the name Crazy Sookie. He only needs to ask around or even glamour my brother to confirm what he already suspects. I believe he tried with my Gran but she didn't open the door when he came around."
All the while during my story I watched as Eric reacted with growls or clenched fists to what I told him.
"Hmmm... I'll see what i can do about Compton. In the meanwhile I think there is something you could help me with. Someone robbed $60,000 from Fangtasia and I'd like you to read the humans to find out who it was."
I contemplated for a moment to simply tell him who it was but I didn't. "I have the night off tomorrow. I'll come by."
"Good," he smiled. "I'll leave you to your show then." He said getting up and looking over to the TV. "I wish I could stay and watch it with you it seems I could be laughing a lot watching those scrunched up faces being beat up by a little girl. But I have other obligations. It was... nice talking with you Miss Stackhouse."
I brought him to the door. "Thank you Mister Northman."
"See you tomorrow my little Southern Belle!" He answered touching my cheek lightly wth his fingers before he disappeared into the night sky leaving me momentarily breathless on my front porch.
