A/N: It seems like when I'm just about ready to wrap up this series, I stray away && add another interesting branch to this story prolonging the END. Lol. And just like the previous story, this one might have another part. Depends on how long I stretch the second half of the story (I try to fit in as much as I can in each chapter hehehe) I might have a new addition to the series o_0 Plus, I kinda wanna squeeze in another one of Charlene's stories. It lines up with the storyline as of now (future chapter 17 lol) && I know you Viking fans wanna read more of Eric ; lol.
Or maybe this part that I'm working on could be a short story? Hmm...I think that's the better idea. I think I just might turn these few chapters into a short story :)) Not sure just yet but I will keep you updated.
As always...
I do not claim the rights to the Southern Vampire Mysteries or True Blood. Read, review, && enjoy! ^_^*
Sookie and Alcide reluctantly left the next morning after nearly an hour of convincing them that I wasn't entirely out of my mind for waiting on Eric.
It, of course, left me an entire day by myself with literally nothing to do. So I went through the apartment, doing a final sweep of things, making sure nothing was left behind unintentionally.
Yes, I was that bored.
Sookie decided to leave quite a bit of things here for the next tenants; most of the living room furniture as well as almost all of the bedroom furniture too.
Some people like furnished apartments.
Plus that huge bed in the master room is quite expensive.
I'm sure Amelia could raise the rent for this place.
When I got to the kitchen cabinets, I noticed Sookie had forgotten a can of ground coffee. The opened one, she had thrown out.
I don't think the tenants would want this. I thought as I reached for it.
I was sitting in the passenger seat, crying softly to myself as I gazed out the window. Glancing down for a moment into my lap, I noticed I was wearing a red low cut, figure hugging dress with dark red sequins. And on my feet were matching red alligator pumps. Just the sight of my clothes tore my heart in two. I turned back out the window and continued crying, harder this time.
Who am I? I asked myself.
I knew this feeling. I was heartbroken and helpless. I wanted nothing more than to allow myself its need for release.
As soon as the car turned into the circular driveway, I recognized the place.
Hadley? Is that who I am?
Before the car came to a full stop, I jumped out, unable to hold back anymore emotions. I released a mournful sound as I clutched both hands to my breasts.
From the drivers side Jake emerged, watching me from across the roof of the car.
"Hadley, you have to cut this out. People will notice, and the new king will do something about it. He's the jealous kind, you know? He doesn't care about the queen, not the way a normal husband is suppose to anyway. And he definitely don't care about any relationships that she had before him. He cares about keeping face."
"But Jake, I cant stand it. I know she has to do this politically, but she's sending me away! I cant take it." I cried, feeling my chest swell.
Jake sighed, "Hadley, go up and sleep on it. You cant go to the wedding if you're going to create a scene. You know that would embarrass the queen, and it would ruin the ceremony. My boss will kill me if that happens. This is the biggest event we've ever worked."
I shook my head, "I cant stand it." I shrieked. "I've done something terrible!" I screamed as I bolted up the stairs to my apartment flooded in tears.
I unlocked the door to my apartment and stormed in. I didn't bother closing the door behind me as I ran into the kitchen, the counter digging into my hip as it abruptly stopped me. I reached down into my dress and retrieved a bracelet with large diamond in a platinum setting, throwing it across the counter in sheer anger as well as deep agony.
I watched as it bounced around before resting on the kitchen floor, wobbling to a slow stop.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't torture me like this." I cried softly as my shoulders rose and fell as I continued sobbing.
Suddenly, my head shot up as I heard a faint…something. I quickly walked out onto the balcony, looking out into the night. I noticed Jake's car was still here with the drivers door ajar. Panic struck me as I frantically searched for him.
My heart stilled (mine, not Hadley's) when my eyes rested on a limp body just outside the gates to the apartment. With vampire speed, I ran over to him. Without hesitation, I dragged his body back into the driveway as I glanced around, looking for possible threats. I knew someone had attacked him. I just didn't see who it was. And by the smell of blood, I knew this was bad as I kneeled down beside him, examining the huge gash in his neck as I felt for a pulse.
I looked around and listened.
How can no one see this?
Then I stared down at Jake with pity. I knew this wasn't something I really wanted to do. I also knew that this isn't how he would want to continue living his life. But I had to do something. Letting him die like this wasn't something I could just sit back and let happen.
I moved closer to his face, "Its the only way." I said to him softly. "You may hate me, but it's the only way." I told him before I bit into my own wrist.
I let my blood trickle into his mouth. It took a moment longer before Jake gripped me by my arms as he pulled me closer to him, drinking me in.
When I felt he had enough of my blood, I removed myself from his grasp as I stood to my feet and watched as Jake's body slowly gave into my blood.
Oh no. I thought as I watched in horror. This is how it happens?
He jerked and wailed as his body was trying with all its strength to fight the foreign enemy. The vampire cells immediately seized his wolf cells, attacking them with force and altering them, turning him into one of us.
This isn't natural.
It took a minute longer before Jake's body finally stilled, succumbing to the change. I gathered him up carefully and carried him up the stairs to my apartment. I stopped and glanced around, making sure no one was around, stalking us. I knew Jake would be at his most vulnerable moment and I had to keep him safe until he wakes.
I undressed Jake and wrapped a towel around his neck until the bleeding had stopped. Then I placed him in my closet, covering him with a sheet before closing the door.
I tossed the bloodied towel in the bathroom hamper and retrieved a clean one hanging on the towel rack. I tucked it into the open space at the bottom of the closet door to seal out any sunlight that might manage to creep in.
Then I walked out into the hall and collapsed against the wall. My knees buckled as I sank to the ground.
"Fuck." I sighed long and heavy.
With all my strength, I pulled away from the coffee can. The pull was strong, as if I was glued to it.
What the hell? I thought as the coffee can rolled out of my hands, tumbling onto the floor with a loud thud.
And of course, with my luck, the grounds spilled out onto the kitchen floor.
"Damn it." I groaned as I bent down to scoop whatever I could back into the can. "What is this?" I asked myself when I felt something hidden beneath the spilled grounds. I gasped at the sight. "The bracelet."
I tried to think of what I was going to do and what I was going to say to Eric. Judging from what I just saw in my vision, someone had deliberately wounded Jake but not enough to kill him. Only enough to force Hadley to make a choice and fast.
What if this was an attempt on Sookie? I thought to myself. Who would want to harm her and why?
I couldn't help but imagine what would've happened if I wasn't here.
Unless that person was foretold that I would be here with her, then that changes everything.
For all I knew, this could damn well be an attempt on my life as well. I mean there are seers still out there and I'm pretty sure I made enough friends on the wrong side of the tracks that would be more than happy to see me gone.
Maybe staying here alone was a bad idea.
I was just about ready to take my happy ass down to Amelia, in search for company when there was a soft knock on the door. I glanced at the clock to see that it was only going to three.
Definitely not a vampire. I thought. But not out of danger just yet.
I peeked through the peephole and saw Gabe aka Beau. I honestly would prefer not seeing him right now.
Fudge.
I felt my heart stop when I realized that maybe this was his idea from the beginning.
Oh my god…he probably knows I'm alone.
I backed away from the door slowly as the world around me was folding inward.
What the hell am I going to do? I thought as I slowly started panicking.
It would make some sense. He some how knows my future and has been dictating it for decades, according to Eric. He arrived at my house the night that Sookie was told about her cousin's death. And he probably knew I would do anything to get away from him. Even go with Sookie to New Orleans.
Fuck! Why do I have to be so blind?!
"Isabelle, I know you're in there." he said as he knocked again. Suddenly, I heard a faint voice, mumbling something to him. "You do? Yeah, that be great." he said. "I'll go down and get it." then he began taking the stairs down.
Shit! Amelia!
"No, no, no! This is bad!" I shrieked, looking around the living room for a weapon.
Sookie took all the kitchenware. There really wasn't anything left.
Fuck!
Seconds later, he was back, slowly unlocking the door. My feet froze with fear as my heart came to a slow stop.
This is it? This is how I'm going to die? I asked myself.
Tears filled my eyes as I placed a protective hand over my growing bump.
By the hands of a man who fathered my unborn child?
