SOOKIE AFTER DARK
CHAPTER 10: They Never Got You
SOOKIE:
Sunshine. I am in my bed and it is streaming through my windows. It feels like ages since I'd felt it on my skin and I'm profoundly comforted by it.
Looking down at my body is another matter. I sit on the edge of my bed and sigh deeply. Everything that happened makes me feel like I am living a bad After School Special. The bright sunlight and the birds chirping outside make it creepily surreal reminding me of those grainy horror films of the seventies. The scariest ones didn't wait for the night to fall, they were the ones kept the nightmare alive during the daylight hours as well. I feel more than a bit unnerved and extremely isolated.
Bruises and scars. That's what I see covering my body when I awake, never mind what it feels like. I look at where I was staked and knew that it will always serve as a reminder. A reminder of all the times I have been hurt or mortally injured since Bill Compton walked into my life. My whole body aches this morning after the beating I took from the Weres. I know it would probably sound terrible to the average person but I am filled with a happy relief at the thought of their deaths. Seeing Bill and Eric come barreling through my door in a fit of raging bloodlust would've filled me with pure delight if I had the energy for it at the time and the fact that I have no moral qualms about it whatsoever, makes me wonder how I can call myself a good Christian.
The thought of my killing Lorena on the other hand, is a totally different matter. In my defense, I was fearing for my own life, but the memory of the stake going into her body, by my hand, churns my stomach. I can still hear the tearing of her flesh and the feel of her dead weight slumped on top of me. With these thoughts in my head, I barely make it to my bathroom to dry heave into the toilet. I guess it's lucky for me, I haven't eaten in over twenty-four hours or the mess would have been more than I could handle in my current state.
I hobble to the kitchen and fix some toast and coffee and settle onto the couch. Within minutes, there is a knock at my door. Jason. Shit, I can't catch a break. The look of surprise, mixed with anger on his face says it all. I look like hell so he starts to rant.
After the initial do-see-doing with Jason where I had to wade through his caring brother act in order to get to the root of why he came to see me in the first place (he heard I knew Alcide and wanted to get hooked up with a job), he actually manages to throw me for a loop.
First, by calling me out about about my on-off relationship with Bill.
"I'm not going to see him anymore." I tell him with as much conviction as I can muster at this moment and I believe myself.
"Uh-huh. I've heard that before." Jason smirks. He has a point but I mean it this time! He'll see. They'll all see.
"For a while," realistically leaving myself an out in case I do have a change of heart, so that I can avoid the old told ya so routine.
Second, by him noticing the missing rug in the living room and questioning me about it. I mean really? Since when did he pay attention to things like that? I cover it up with a lie and move on.
"New gravel looks good."
What the hell? Jason is on a roll this morning.
"What?' I ask, gaping.
Eric was just bitching about how shitty my driveway was last night. Oh my God….Eric! My suspicions are confirmed when Jason hands me a receipt that names Eric as my benefactor. Huh. I am dumbfounded by his thoughtfulness but then can't help feeing a twinge of sadness that the bit of thoughtfulness hadn't come from Bill.
Surely as much as he has been down my driveway, he must've noticed that it was in desperate need of repair and yet it's Eric who fixes it. Just like that. He musta' felt bad because of everything I did to save their asses. That's fine. I'll accept it.
"So who bought your driveway Sook, the ex?"
"No, Someone else."
"You sure are getting around these days."
I roll my eyes. No sense getting mad because he means it as a joke and he's an idiot, so I just simply put him in his place.
"No, I'm not."
Jason then offers to get me some groceries if I need him to, which is a surprise. I tell him he is a good brother. Not entirely true, but what the hell, every dog deserves a pat on the head every now and then. When he finally leaves, I gratefully shut the door, lay on the couch to rest my sore body and start to ruminate (word of the day).
I look around at my spic and span home. No one would ever guess at what occurred here only hours ago. It's as if it never happened. Again, the creepiness factor gives way to a sense of aloneness.
I just can't get over the fact that Eric re-paved my driveway with such immediacy. I know that he never does anything without a reason, but just this once, maybe he was thinking of someone other than himself. If am being honest with myself, putting the obvious sexual attraction aside, I do kinda like him to a degree. Eric seems to 'get me' in a way that Bill doesn't and despite his age, Eric's more in tune with the times than Bill.
Bill still prefers petticoats on women, delights in the damsel in distress moments and being a chivalrous hero whereas, Eric seems to appreciate the fact that I am able to defend myself. In fact, he beamed at me like I was his first born reciting Shakespeare when he found out I had staked Lorena.
I told Jason that I was through with Bill but am I really ready to throw our relationship away? I think I am. I should be, I know that, but I also know that Bill couldn't help himself. On the other hand, he betrayed me.
I close my eyes and take a long huge breath and exhale. I'm too tired for this. I have time to think upon it all later although there's a part of me that feels I shouldn't bother because any contemplation is just me, looking for excuses and it should be pretty black and white at this point.
It hurts my pride to think that any love between us was one-sided. With that and thinking about how I let myself get sucked in so fast, I know I musta' been the most naïve twenty-five year old alive. Well, not anymore. I'm finished with Bill Compton. I won't be like Alcide and let this toxic relationship rule my life although, it's not as if Bill is like Debbie, not even close but still….
I suddenly hear a car pull up my drive crunching under my new gravel. Thank you Eric. I look out the window and lo and behold if it isn't the Devil himself. By the time I haul my sore body off the couch, he's already knocking on the door. I open it and once again am met with a face that tells me just how bad I look.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Alcide says as he takes me in. Standing there holding my suitcase, he looks like a runaway.
"Come in," I say through jaws that are getting so sore I can barely part them.
He comes in and stands just looking at me. Finally, he puts the suitcase in my room, fixes me a big glass of iced tea with a straw in it, and puts it on the table by the couch. My eyes fill with tears. Not everyone would've realized that a hot drink made my swollen face hurt.
"Tell me what happened, chere. Here, put your feet up while you do. " He places my legs across his lap and swivels me sideways. I am comfy. I then tell him everything.
"So, you think they'll come after me in Shreveport?" well at least he doesn't seem to be blaming me for bringing this in on his head, which frankly, I expected.
"I just don't know. I wish we knew what had really happened. That might get them off our backs. "
"Weres are nothing if not loyal," Alcide says.
I take his hand. "I know that."
Alcide's green eyes regard me steadily. I feel I maybe have missed something in his last little comment.
"Debbie asked me to kill you," he blurts out.
For a moment I feel cold down to my bones. What is wrong with this woman?
"What did you tell her back?" I say through stiff lips. If Alcide came here to kill me, it wouldn't take much in my weakened state. I hold my breath while awaiting his reply.
"I told her she could go fuck herself, excuse my language."
"And how do you feel now?" If he is having regrets, I could be royally screwed here.
"Numb. Isn't that stupid? I'm pulling her out of me by the roots, though. I told you I would. I had to do it. It's like being addicted to crack. She's awful."
I think of Lorena and it dawns on me that maybe Bill and Alcide are more alike in this respect than I realized.
"Sometimes, the bitch wins." I sound sad when I say this even to my own ears because I recognize that Lorena is far from dead between Bill and me. I suddenly remember something I need to address with Alcide.
"Hey, you told her we had been to bed together, when you two were fighting!"
Alcide blushes a furious scarlet and looks down.
"I'm ashamed of that. I knew she'd been having a good time with her fiancé, she bragged about it. I sort of used your name in vain when I was really mad. I apologize."
Not good enough. This crazy bitch just asked him to kill me! I raise my eyebrows to indicate he has more groveling to do.
"Okay, that was really low. A double apology with a promise to never do it again." Well, that was no Eric apology after the maenad attack, which for as false as it was, was the best apology I have ever received but it'll do. I nod.
"I hated to hustle you all out of the apartment like that, but I didn't want her to see the three of you, in view of conclusion she might have drawn. Debbie can get really mad, and I thought if she saw you in conjunction with the vampires being there and if she heard that Russell was missing a prisoner…well, she would've put two and two together and might've even been mad enough to call Russell."
"So much for loyalty among Weres." I mutter but I can see his logic.
"She's a shifter, not a Were." Alcide practically spits that last part out.
I am beginning to see that despite the fact that Alcide is so obsessed with a shifter, he will never be happy with anyone but another Were. I sigh quietly. Maybe I'm wrong, and part of me hopes I am but I doubt it. I think Alcide is a good man. He just seems a little conflicted about a few things. Once he gets these items sorted, I reckon he'll be a great catch, just probably not for me though. But I can still fantasize about it and believe me, I have replayed our kiss a few times already.
"Debbie aside, someone killed Jerry Falcon and put him in your closet. That's caused me-and you-a lot more trouble than the original mission, which was searching for Bill. Who would do something like that? It would have to be someone really malicious."
"Or someone really stupid," Alcide says fairly.
"I know Bill didn't do it, he was a prisoner. And I would swear Eric was telling the truth when he said he didn't do it."
Then I have a thought and as much as I hate to bring up Debbie's name again, she clearly has an axe to grind with me and in the past twenty-four hours she's already tried to get me killed.. twice.
"What about Debbie? She was angry with you for being with me. Maybe she would put Jerry Falcon in your closet to cause you trouble?"
"Debbie is mean and she can cause trouble, but she's never killed anyone, she doesn't have the…grit for it. The will to kill."
Okay. Just call me Sandy. I have to laugh to myself. If sweet lil' ole' me could find the grit, I am sure that Debbie, with all of her evil ways could muster up the moxie to take a life. He is fooling himself.
"Hey, I'm a Were, I'd do it if I had to. Especially at the right time of the moon."
Is he trying to make me feel better?
We discuss several more options and find reasons to dispel each of them. We just don't know, and we may never know at this point. I'm done talking about it. Alcide says he needs to get back to Shreveport and I am relieved that he's leaving. He's good company and all, but it's getting late and I know that I'll have several visitors of the undead variety tonight and I need to rest. Before he leaves, Alcide decides to kneel beside me on the couch.
"I'm glad I met you," he says and gives me a peck on the lips goodbye. Or so I thought. I guess when he saw that the peck was okay he decided he wants some more.
I take a moment to notice his warm lips and that's when I feel his much warmer tongue. He is really trying here! Angling his head for better access and he deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue firmly and languorously against my own. Yowza. His hand hovers above me, trying to find a place on my body that might not hurt. He settles on my left hand as I am getting into it.
He's off and running now and his hand slides, in a questioning sort of way, up to my breast
and I give a sharp gasp.
"Oh God, I hurt you!" His lips look very full and red after the long kiss, and his eyes are brilliant. Well at least it was good for him.
"I'm just so sore." I say, trying not to show the pain on my face.
"What did they do to you?" he asks. "Not just a few slaps across the face?"
His brain tells me that he thought my swollen face was the worst of my injuries, which is odd because he was being so unsure as to where to put his hands only moments ago.
"I wish that had been it," I say, trying to smile.
He truly looks stricken. "And here I am, making a pass at you."
"Well, I didn't push you away," I say mildly (I was too sore to push.) "And I didn't say, 'No, sir, how dare you force your attentions on me!'"
Alcide looks somewhat startled. "I'll come back by soon," he promises. "If you need anything, you call me."
He fishes a card out of his pocket and lays it on the table by the couch. "This has got my work number on it, and I'm writing my cell number on the back, and my home number. Give me yours." Obediently, I recite the numbers to him, and he writes them down in, no kidding, a little black book. I didn't have the energy to make a joke.
I have to say I sat there a little bewildered. Why did I feel like I was taking place in a Taster's Choice competition? There's just something nagging at me, telling me that Alcide has just run riot through a series of choices and decisions and that has everything to do with using me to help him along.
Yes, this was a day for sighing.
ALCIDE
FUCK! Shit. It can't be. Did Debbie really have something to do with this? I accidentally told her Sookie's name a couple of times while trying to rub my new relationship in her face. I also happened to mention that she was from Bon Temps when Debbie cornered me into defending 'our relationship'.
Debbie's as canny as fox and sensed that I barely even knew Sookie. I pray to God she wasn't behind what happened. Fucking bitch. I told Sookie she wasn't capable of killing, but it isn't beneath her to let someone else do her dirty work.
It'll be alright though, I tell myself, because I meant what I said about uprooting from Debbie and once I do, I plan on courting Sookie and she'll have nothing to worry about then. I highly doubt she'd be in as much trouble once she's my girl.
I definitely feel a connection between us. In fact, I almost can't stop picturing her in my bed and I want her there so badly it actually aches. For knowing her for such a small period of time and only sampling a little soupcon, she certainly seems to have gotten under my skin pretty quickly. It appears a little taste goes a long way. It sure has for me.
She is way too good to be messed up with those fucking vamps. I wish I had met her before she got so entangled but it seems that lucky fucker Bill Compton was the beneficiary of all Sookie had to offer. Jesus, what he did to her… sure he scent is pretty fucking alluring…mmm-hmm.,yes it is - but to almost kill her? I know what happened and no one's going to tell me different, he recognized her scent and just took what he knew to be his, no bones about it.
I know Sookie didn't leave with him but I wonder if she plans on letting him attempt to weasel his way back into her life. I can't believe he would even try considering he actually raped and almost murdered his girlfriend so I hope he's too ashamed to do anything more than offer a sincere apology and call it a day.
Bill is to Sookie what Debbie is to me, bad news. Speaking of bad news, I just hope that Eric doesn't get wind that it was possibly my big mouth that set the Weres on their trail. He was shot because of me and that's something that he won't soon forget. I think I need to lay low for a while and let the dust settle before I see Sookie again. That will give me time to rid myself of Debbie as well.
PAM
Eric. My maker is fooling himself if he thinks I don't see what is going on. Do I not share his blood? He is falling for the telepath. He is trying so hard to act like he doesn't care, but I know him and have been paying attention ever since that very first night she walked into Fangtasia. He never puts much effort into anything unless for a reason and this particular kind of effort is different from anything I have seen before. I will let his little charade go on until she is a danger to him and then I must step in and set him straight. If he is ever to be King, he cannot be this preoccupied with a human no matter how valuable or how much I may like her myself. Not only has she proven to be extremely useful but has provided me with endless entertainment at my Master's expense. For that alone I am happy to have met the little spitfire. Who knew she would amuse so much?
I must admit I am more than a little impressed with her last adventure. Staking Lorena is no small feat and being able to use a shotgun is something I want to learn how to do! I must have her teach me.
Eric tried to keep the pride out of his voice when he told me all that had happened but I saw it in his eyes and felt it in his blood. He wants her more than ever now and I fear that he is being blinded by that want and not following protocol. This will lead to dangerous times if he is not careful.
I reach Sookie's home I feel more indignant about the state it's in. Eric was right about Compton being a tight fisted, controlling bastard. Not only has she earned the means to live easier but she is or shall I saw was, his human and he says he loves her. Pffft. That is absurd. He should've seen to her needs much better but I can see now that Bill's behavior with her has gone to the extremes. Look at this shack! Douchebag. Pocketing her earnings and letting her continue to live in this heap. What has he been playing at?
I knock on the door even though I have already been invited in, but I read Ann Landers and don't want to seem rude. Sookie opens the door and I'm amazed that she is walking she has been beaten so severely. These humans are so very fragile. No wonder Eric thought she might need me and hopefully, I will get to see of the little telepath in all her glory this time. Maybe she will need me to bathe her. Yum. Even laced with the maenad's poison she was delectable and had the most divine breasts.
.
I tell her why I am there since she is looking quite surprised to see me.
"Eric says you may need a female to help you," I say impatiently and tug at the sleeves of the ridiculous black chiffon dress Eric makes me wear. "Though why I am supposed to be you ladies maid, I don't know."
Oh I love this game! It is so much fun. My Master wants her bad and is hoping Sookie will see the difference between he and Bill. There is genuine concern there of course, Eric does take care of his people and Sookie has been through much but there always are multiple reasons for everything. A bird in the hand, as they say. I smile to myself, sneaky, sneaky Eric.
I decide to fuck with her head and add to his challenge. Eric says Sookie is quite adamant about being 'done' with our kind. The more she resists, the more he will crave her and so the more fun for me. This is the most pleasure I've derived in decades and I'm not ready for it to end just yet. Plus, I want to se her naked.
"Do you really need help, or is he just trying to curry favor with you? I like you well enough, but after all, I am vampire, and you are human."
"You could sit with me for a minute." She says sort of nervously. I can't tell if she fears me and that's intriguing. Usually, it takes no more than thirty seconds before I have someone's number. I begin to question her to get a better read.
"Eric says you can fire a shotgun. Would you teach me?"
"I'd be real glad to, when I'm better."
She is looking down at her bruises and this reminds me of the staking.
"Did you really stake Lorena?" I ask. I am still finding hard to believe. I want details.
"Yes, she would have killed me." Clearly. I didn't need a justification and she had plenty of them in my opinion.
"How'd you do it?"
"I had the stake that had been used on me."
I stop her right there. I want to know about her getting staked since that is a vampire's Achilles heel. She regales me with the tale of wrestling the stake and then having it plunged into her side. She tries to describe the pain when it was removed but she said she blacked out.
I have another theory on that one. I think that Eric was able to glamour her, not that he said. She may not realize it, but it makes sense. She has an unusual amount of will and because of the telepathy, isn't privy to glamour under ordinary circumstances. I don't think she understands that she was glamoured and I know Eric would never allow her to endure such pain. I am sure he took over. He forgot to mention this to me. How clever he is. I'll just keep this to myself for now. More ammo for when I need it but I admit that I am proud of my Master.
Sookie then asks me if I would warm up some bloods when I tell her that Eric and Bill will be here soon. She scampers off to her bedroom to pretty herself up for them. She is fooling herself too it seems.
I laugh quietly to myself as I work the microwave. Sookie and Eric would deny their mutual attraction to the death if I were to present it to them right now. I can see fully that Bill has reached the proverbial end of his rope with Sookie. Good. I'm finding he isn't worthy of this particular human.
While Sookie is primping for the boys, I try to do something for her, so that I can tell Eric I followed orders. I notice her suitcase by the wall and decide to put away her clothes. She has a beautiful red dress that would look great on me and then I find a black velvet shawl folded up that is stunning. There is a card lying on top of it and it says, 'to replace the one that got ruined, Alcide'. Oh this just keeps getting better! I can't wait until they get here so I can enjoy the show whilst stirring the pot.
There is knock at the door and surprisingly, it's Bubba. The dim wit enters and smiles his trademark smile. He is decked out in full Vegas regalia. Red jumpsuit, ankle boots, rhinestones galore and his hair is greased up and combed into a perfect pompadour. Those fucking assholes at Russell's have had a ball with him. After they almost killed him no less. Bubba looks troubled though.
"Miss Sookie, I'm sorry I lost you last night," Bubba rushes past me to be by Sookie's side.
"I see something awful happened to you last night, and I wasn't there to stop it like Eric told me to be. I was having a good time in Jackson, those guys really know how to throw themselves a party."
I roll my eyes, yeah right Bubba, they were going to party down the night they were gonna burn you at the stake, you fucking idiot. Ignorance is bliss, part of the perks of being an ignoramus. Then Sookie looked like she was having light bulb moment. You could almost see the wheels turning in her head.
"You've been watching me every night, right?" Sookie asks rhetorically, since she seems to already know the answer to her own question.
"Yes'm, ever since Mr. Eric told me to." He is such a good soldier. Dumb as the day is long but obedient to a fault. I am intrigued now, what is she getting at?
"So, you were out there the night we came back from the club? The first night?"
"You bet, Miss Sookie."
"Did you see anyone else outside the apartment?"
"I sure did." Bubba says, just beaming with pride.
"Was this guy in gang leathers?"
"Yes'm, it was that guy hurt you in the bar. I seen him when the doorman threw him out back. Some of his buddies came around back there, and they were talking about what had happened. So I knew he'd offended you. Mr. Eric said not to come up to you or him in public, so I didn't. But I followed you back to the apartment, in that truck. Bet you didn't even know I was in the back."
Bubba was about to burst with pride at his cunning stealth. I still wasn't getting the meaning of all of this. I start to get impatient and begin tapping my foot to show it.
Sookie answers Bubba's question, "No, I sure didn't know you were in the back of the pickup. That was real smart. Now tell me, when you saw the Were later, what was he doing?"
Okay, now I see where this is going. Smart girl Sookie. I'm starting to see the appeal of her more and more.
"He had picked the lock on the apartment by the time I snuck up behind him, I just barely caught that sucker in time."
"What did you do with him?" Sookie is smiling at Bubba because now I know she knows the answer, as do I.
"I broke his neck and stuffed him in the closet."
As simple as that. The whole Were Biker fiasco was all because of Bubba, the retarded vampire. This is priceless. Eric is going to lose it! All because of his orders, Sookie was beaten almost to death and Eric was shot!
Oh this is going to be a great night for entertainment! I sigh with contentment, there really is never a dull moment with our Sookie. Bubba continues.
"I didn't have time to take the body anywhere, and I figured you and Mr. Eric could figure out what to do about it."
"Eric will be so pleased" Sookie states dryly. This is so good.
I had been following this conversation like a spectator at a tennis match and when I look at Sookie questioningly, she holds up her hand to ward off my questions. Bubba asks for a blood and I go to the kitchen to get it so I could have myself a good laugh. When I return, Bill and Eric have arrived. Oh goodie! Everyone get their cocks out for a measure!
I almost gag when I see Sookie perched on the ottoman with Bill behind her brushing her hair. Oh for fucks sake! His mechanics are so pathetic. He brushed her hair like that after the Maenad attack too. Does he have a brushing fetish? Sookie looks mildly uncomfortable and Eric looks repulsed.
After Bubba finishes his blood, he takes his leave and Sookie fills Bill and Eric in on the fate of Jerry Falcon. Eric doesn't seem too upset that Bubba had followed his directions to the letter. He had, after all, probably saved Sookie from certain death. Bill seems non-plussed by any of the events so I guess since it doesn't mean anything to him. Except for blood bath, he doesn't seem to care. His sole purpose is now to weasel his way back into Sookie's good graces.
I can't contain myself any longer and hoot with laughter at the thought of Sookie and the Were finding the body and then having to dispose of it. The looks on their faces had to have been priceless! I tell her as much too. She seems to not see the humor in this at all. Oh, well, I did. Then Sookie opens the door for my little bomb.
"I wish I had known all of this when Alcide was here today." I slip in and then sit back to enjoy the show.
That certainly gets a reaction out of the suitors. Bill abruptly stops brushing Sookie's hair, thank God, and Eric sits up a little straighter.
"Alcide Herveaux came here?" Eric asks with the slightest hint of annoyance in his voice. It is minimal, but I catch it.
"Yeah, he brought my bag. He stayed to help me out, seeing as how I am banged up." Ooh, she is playing too! Not just a pretty pair of tits I see, so I help her out.
I think this might be what it's like to have a sister or a best friend. Next we'll be wearing those gold detached heart necklaces I see at the mall kiosks. She can have the 'st end' half, since I have decided we are BFF's, I begin to play wing-woman in earnest.
"I unpacked your bag for you, Sookie. Where did you get that beautiful velvet shawl-thing?"
"Well, my first evening wrap got ruined at Club- I mean Josephine's. Alcide very kindly went shopping and bought it to surprise me….he said he felt responsible for the first one getting burned."
Inside I am doing what is called 'the happy dance'. Oh Sookie, Sookie! I do believe you are worth your weight in gold.
"He has excellent taste for, for a Were. If I borrow your red dress, can I borrow the shawl, too?" I am pushing it with this one, but I want to let Sookie know that I am doing this for her. She's earned it. A little suspiciously she says, "Sure."
I smirk and decide I've seen enough and tell them that I think I will run home through the woods. I need some fresh air after being in this tension filled room. Before I go though, I decide to take another dig at Bill.
"Oh, by the way Bill, the queen called Fangtasia this evening to find out why you are so late with her little job. She had been unable to reach you at your home for several nights, she said." I guess getting kidnapped and tortured by your maker puts a kink into returning phone calls. Dumb-ass.
Bill mutters something about calling the Queen from his house and starts that insipid hair brushing again. Eric snaps. I take that as my cue to and glance at Bill and Eric before I slip out the door. Sorry Sookie, you are on your own from here on out.
ERIC
"You nearly lost everything!" I spit out. Pam takes her leave on that note. She'd stirred enough shit for one night. I'll not soon forget that either, Pamela. I need to get this out however. I've had enough of chitchat and Bill's hair brushing is starting to infuriate me. What an asshole he is. Trying to relay to me the familiarity and free reign he has in Sookie's home and with her. This act of brushing her hair must have some sort of significance
"Yes, I am well aware of that." Bill replies coolly but I can tell he is incensed.
"You were a fool to take up with that she-demon again!" I am blind with fury. This is between me and Bill and I all but forgot Sookie before she spoke.
"Hey, guys, I'm sitting right here." She says and we both glare at her. Now was not the time for her to interrupt this and I have things she needs to hear as well but then she speaks again.
"Okay, I'd hoped to avoid this, but….Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house."
Bill is shocked and I am elated. Finally she is showing some good sense! I grin at him triumphantly. Then she looks at me. Oh, shit.
"Eric, I rescind your invitation into my house."
What the fuck? All of a sudden I am on the other side of her door alongside a gaping Bill when Sookie appears in order to slam the door in our faces. Bill is smirking at me and I vow to myself this, it will be the last time he gets to direct that look my way.
I smile at him and his face shut down, as usual. We walk off the porch and into the yard where we could hear Sookie laughing uncontrollably. She is full of surprises and she is also inside with the covetous database and not even the Queen could enter without her consent. She deserves a good laugh at our expense after all she has been through. Bill begins muttering to himself for reassurance.
"She will come back. When she calms down. She will come back."
"She had every right you fool. I told you she was no longer yours. No matter how much you brush her hair, you and she are over. She proved that tonight."
"Do you think she wants you now? I don't think so Eric. She rescinded your invitation as well." Bill says with superiority. Guess I'll have to take his blinders off. I cock my head and raise my brow.
"This is just a temporary bump in the road in my pursuit of Sookie, Bill and as you can see there are no bumps on the road to her house anymore, thanks to me."
"You fixed her driveway?" Bill asks in shock.
"Of course. She said she couldn't afford to do so herself so I remedied the situation. Seems she isn't quite as balky about gifts as you say judging by the fact that she also seemed to accept Alcide's as well. Maybe she just doesn't like your gifts, since they are given as an afterthought out of simpering guilt. As I said before Bill, it's all in the approach. I hear women have a sort of sixth sense about these things. In fairness to you though, I suppose you would have never realized that her driveway needed reparations since it didn't directly affect you. You simply walk across the cemetery and you are here. Or do you levitate over? I suppose you also don't feel her home needs repair because you don't stay here unless it is absolutely necessary, so that doesn't affect you either. You keep her at your house, where you are comfortable."
Bill is growling. What a pussycat.
"You don't have a chance in hell with Sookie. She is too smart to get caught up in your vampire politics and she loves me. I know that she does. She is angry now, but she will get over it and come back to me. I am all that she knows. I am the one she trusts." Bill says defensively.
He truly is priceless. He really doesn't know Sookie at all.
"Bill, if those thoughts get you through the night, then by all means, go on believing them. But know this, I will pursue Sookie openly and with everything in me. I have come to want her in more ways than one. You may think her naïve and to our ways and she may be, but she is a survivalist and she has just gotten a big wake up call. She isn't the same girl you left behind a over week ago and lets face it Bill, you don't deserve her. After everything she has been through and accomplished, do you really believe you do?"
Bill starts to stammer out retorts but I have heard enough of his delusional talk. I take to the sky and relish the feel of the cold wind on my face. I hover above the trees and watch Compton tuck his tail between his legs and walk home. When he is gone I descend and look upon Sookie asleep in her bed and one word comes to mind. MINE.
BILL
Fucking Eric! He will pay for his intrusion on my mission. I'm not entirely sure I still have the Queen's backing but I am sure I'll l find out when I call her. I know for a fact that no matter what, she won't want Eric for the job. That is a relief. I couldn't stand to be replaced by him. He is so arrogant and haughty and certainly doesn't deserve Sookie. Honestly, neither do I, but I have put in the time and effort, so I should be the one to reap the benefits, not Eric. I suppose I should go ahead and call the Queen and get it over with but as I walk in, my phone is already ringing.
"They Never Got You" by Spoon
You
When you were coming up
Did you think everyone knew
Something unclear to you
And when you were thrown in a crowd
Could you believe yourself
Did you repeat yourself
Cause no one would hear
And just say it again
Cause they never got you and you never got them
Don't let it break
Don't let it start
Don't let em in
Don't go too far
And cover your tracks
Cover the path to the heart
Don't let those footholds start
And don't let no one in
Cause they never got you and you never got them
You
When you were breaking up
They was just waking up
And back in that place where you come from
Did it pay to play along
That's where I'm coming from
I'll roll it myself or just let it be
Cause I never got them and they never got me
No I never got them and they never got me