The title of this chapter comes from a Buffy quote, when Spike is asked by Buffy to tell her why he is lurking outside her house, in five words or less. He is really creeping on her, because he is falling in love, but he says: "Out. For. A. Walk... Bitch." If you've seen the show, you'll know how funny this quote is. :]
A/N: Hey everyone! So sorry that I took a while to update again! I was a little distracted. This is a little fun chapter, nothing too complex, but I like it. And it moves us forwards in the plot! (Plot, what's that?) Special thanks to those who reviewed, especially: Alottalove, Raina Meldamiriel, HydeHijacktGackt, Ms-Trixie, Daph Lina, and evedarling84.
Oh, and another note, I am completely ignoring the MaryAnne story line. There might be messy references to things that happened in conjunction to MaryAnne, but I won't mention a Maenad. I did NOT like how that storyline completely took over the series for waaaay too long. If you have any issues, you can pick through all you want and just let me know. I'll clean it up if anyone REALLY begs, but otherwise I'm not really gonna make too much of it.
Disclaimer: The great Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball own EVERYTHINGGGGGG and EVERYONEEEEEE. Including my soul. Only the plot and dirty thoughts are mine.
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After the short flight from Dallas-Fort Worth to Shreveport Airport, Sookie was glad to see that her beat up old car was waiting outside the private hanger the plane was parked in after landing. All she wanted to do was get her bags inside the car and drive to Bon Temps as fast as she could. Luckily, no one tried to stop her when she grabbed her carry-on and directed one of the bag handlers to bring the rest of her luggage to her car. Sookie guessed Eric, Godric and Pam were too busy trying to get their own luggage and coffin's squared away.
The warm night air was a welcome change to the stale recycled air of the jet. Anubis Air may be exclusive, but they still had the same old icky airplane air as any other company. Sookie rolled down her windows as she turned on the car, and paused only long enough to wave to Pam, Eric, and Godric before she left the airport through the same private gate she had entered in several days ago. It took her a short time to get from Shreveport to Bon Temps, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she passed the sign that welcomed drivers into Renard Parish. Relaxing back into her seat a little bit, Sookie allowed her tense muscles to loosen, and enjoyed the last ten minutes of her drive back home.
After letting herself in and seeing that Tara wasn't home from work yet, Sookie decided to forgo unpacking for the night, and instead curled up on the couch to watch some TV. She found it a little ironic that she ended up watching old episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but she loved the show so she stayed on the channel. When Tara finally came home from Merlotte's, the two women sat and caught up for a while. Sookie didn't worry Tara with all of the details of the trip that night; her friend was happy, and that was a nice sight. Before long Tara decided to turn in, leaving Sookie alone in the living room with Buffy, Spike, and Giles. It was the episode where Willow messes up a spell, and causes all sorts of bad things to happen to her friends. Specifically, Buffy and Spike think they're in love and decide to get married. Sookie really liked the episode, as she had always thought Sarah Michelle Gellar and James Marsters had much better chemistry than Sarah and David Boreanaz ever had. Sookie was NOT a Buffy/Angel person. She liked Spike.
Thinking about the snarky, blond Brit brought to mind another very sarcastic and annoying foreigner. Sookie groaned audibly. She had been determined not to think about Eric for at least a full day after arriving home.
"Jeeze, I can't even watch a TV show without Eric showing up" she said to herself, as she threw away the pillow she had been clutching and moved to get up and get a glass of water.
"Now, Sookie, you always deny that you're psychic, but I for one and convinced by that statement alone" drawled a voice from the porch.
Eric was leaning in through an open window.
Sookie was pissed.
"Eric Northman, could you please leave me alone for one night? Is that too much to ask?"
"Absolutely," he said, with a broad smile, "it is most certainly too much to ask."
While Sookie huffed at his statement, he leapt into her window. Obviously, being 6'4" did not hinder his ability to squeeze through moderately small porch windows.
"Stupid vampires."
"Eric, did I say you could come in?"
Eric ignored Sookie's indignant question, and started looking around her house.
"Nice carpet" he said, indicating the rug between the mismatched sofa and loveseat.
Momentarily distracted, Sookie responded,
"It was Gran's. She loved it, even though she thought it was a dirty old piece of crap."
Eric looked up and caught Sookie's gaze, bringing her back to the present, and reminding her of her current predicament.
"Eric, why are you here? Was I not clear enough about the whole 'Sookie's taking a break from Vampire's' thing back in Dallas?"
Eric smiled.
"Oh, no, you were perfectly clear. But I don't think you realize that you cannot just remove yourself from my world. You can't just take breaks Sookie. This isn't like skipping school or taking a sick day; there are more things in heaven and earth, Sookie, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
"Don't quote Shakespeare at me Eric. I may be dumb sometimes, but I'm not that blonde."
Eric tilted his head at her,
"You mean 'I may be blonde but I'm not that dumb?'"
Sookie smiled to herself when she answered him,
"Nope, I mean exactly what I said. It's a joke from back in high school I had with a few of my friends. Oh, but I guess you wouldn't understand that, Eric. You don't have friends, do you? Only people who work for you, and people you tolerate."
Sookie remembered his tenderness towards Godric, but she really wasn't in the mood to feel kind towards Eric. That took a lot of energy. And she was building up steam in a good old fashioned rant. And that was exactly what she needed. Although, seeing as Tara was asleep, Sookie did make it a whispered rant.
"Eric, I am in no mood to be treated like just another one of the people you order around. You came into my house, in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, and I am sick of this kind of thing. You haven't even told me why you're here, and I already know I'm not gonna like your reason. Now, before you get me even madder, and I end up waking up Tara, I want you to leave. Right now."
Eric was a little stunned. Sookie was more upset then he had anticipated she might be. And he hadn't even told her the bad news he was planning on breaking when he arrived at her house. Being cautious, he decided to take a soft approach,
"Sookie, are you disinviting me into your home?"
Sookie sighed. She hadn't really thought about that. She guessed it was probably best that he had an invitation, just in case, even though she wanted to be spiteful and just make him leave for good.
"Fine, Eric. You aren't disinvited. But if you don't leave right now, I will be forced to MAKE you leave."
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Eric thought it best to just leave the angry blonde be. He could always call her the next evening to tell her his news. Nothing that bad could happen in the day time. Bill hadn't had enough time to plan.
Eric climbed back out the window he came in, preferring not to anger Sookie anymore by making her open the door for him. He carefully made his way down her rutted and pot hole filled driveway, not wanting to destroy the suspension system on his Corvette. He probably should approach her about fixing the driveway. She was proud, so she wouldn't want to accept any money or gifts. He would find a way though. Besides, if he was going to be at her house as much as he planned on, he didn't want his car ruined.
He made his way down the parish road, onto the main road in Bon Temps, and finally through the wooded back roads that led to the highway route to Shreveport. He was deep in his own mind, thinking about the next night, so he didn't really notice the fleet of fire trucks and ambulances that sped past him towards Bon Temps.
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