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Chapter Eleven - Weird Things Are Going On

"Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit."
- Henry B. Adams

I was alone for the first time in a long time. It was raining outside, heavily. Eric had left hours ago. He had kissed me before he explained that there were consequences for Bill's actions against Longshadow. Then he had left. Just like that. Sookie was, of course, inconsolable and certain that Bill would never return again. I wasn't so sure myself. Vampires can be very vicious when they want to be, from what I've seen.

Now I had my own problem. Sitting here in the middle of the night, wishing Eric would come back and kiss me, talk all over again, and just stay. But as Sheriff, he couldn't do that right now. My problem was that I couldn't stop thinking about that woman. It seemed she was always on my mind.

I almost fell off the couch when someone banged against the door.

"Emilie, open up!" Ah, it was Jason.

Putting a hand on my heart, I rolled off the couch to go answer it. Jason entered looking like a hungry wolf, his eyes wide and dilated yet again. He was babbling incoherently. He hugged me, he kissed my cheek, he apologized, though I wasn't sure what he was saying sorry for. And he was absolutely soaking wet from the rain. It dripped from his hair, running down his nose and onto his clothes. He was creating a little mini-puddle on Sookie's rug.

I sighed. "Go sit on the couch Jason and I'll make you something to eat."

I wasn't sure if he was drunk or…on something. Jason isn't stupid enough to do drugs, is he?...Oh God, he is. Knowing that Bon Temps is such a small town, I think Lafayette might be his supplier. Or at least, I guessed it was Lafayette because Jason stuttered out his name once or twice. Everyone else might have their secrets in this town, but drugs is a whole other story just because they all like to think they're holy since they go to church. I just hope I'm wrong. I'll have to talk to Sookie about it. I sighed again and was about to shut the door until I saw her again.

Jason staggered towards the couch, babbling about Amy or something, but I was frozen at the door. He was too far out of it to notice. He slid down the couch until he was lying there, snoring softly and babbling. I would have rolled my eyes and gotten him a blanket, but I was so certain that the woman had taken a step away from the house.

And then she turned and ran at a human pace.

"No, wait!" I gasped, launching myself out the door. I didn't care that I was in a nightie – pink, owned by Sookie, since I couldn't find my own pyjamas – running into the rain. She didn't look so pale anymore, and the moment she saw me coming she ran faster. I was almost crying from how fast I had to run after her – my lungs were burning. I knew she was a vampire, I just knew it, but she continued to run at a human pace, almost as if she were waiting for me to catch up to her. I wasn't sure what I would do if I did catch up with her.

My head felt like cotton as I ran, as if I didn't even know who I was anymore or why I was running. It felt…weird. Like I was dizzy or nauseous.

The rain seemed to lighten up as I slowed down, giving up. She was long gone in a split second then. I realized it was pretty stupid to leave the house, but it felt as if I was in a trance. Even when I had gotten back to the house, slammed the door and locked all the locks, I still felt as if I were in a trance.

Slowly walking to the couch in a daze, Jason moved his legs and I sat down. He was still talking to myself – I don't think he knew I had left the house. I lay down beside him on the couch and couldn't focus. He began hugging me again, his arm around my waist. He was so out of his mind that he was talking about someone called Eddie, repeatedly hugging me and saying sorry for nothing. Soon Jason stopped his babbling and fell asleep again. I wasn't lucky enough to fall asleep.

Sookie had brought home a surprise guest – a dog, a border collie. My trance-like state was thankfully over, and I had to drop Jason back at Amy's. She didn't seem to be out of it, and thanked me for dropping him off. Though I noticed Jason didn't drive out to Sookie's. He couldn't have run the whole way here, could he? Whatever he took seemed to give him enough energy to do anything and take on the world, so I wasn't sure.

She called him Dean. He was pretty cute, and I spent ages rubbing his tummy. Cute dog. I wish we had a dog. Maybe Sookie will let us keep him, but I think Sam Merlotte owns him. I had totally forgotten to talk to Sookie about Jason by now, more interested in playing with the dog.

"Hey Em, I'm going to bed so-… Why are you covered in mud?" Sookie called, coming down the stairs.

I glanced down at the nightie, only now stupidly realizing I hadn't changed. Shoot. Now I have to explain.

But Sookie didn't give me the chance. "Is that my nightie? Dang it Emilie, go change! You'll catch your death in that! Hurry."

The dog barked, as if he agreed.

"Traitor," I muttered, standing and leaving to go change.

She was screaming when I woke up. Sookie, that is. Not that crazy woman I keep seeing. Or am I the crazy one, seeing visions of a person who doesn't exist? I cannot afford a mental hospital right now. Too expensive. I'll just have to stay insane for a while. I sighed at my own failed attempt to calm myself down.

"Sookie!" I yelped, jumping out of bed and stubbing my toe on the dresser. Ouch. She owes me for this.

The thought of the Killer being in the house crossed my mind, and I cursed the fact that I had left Jason's baseball bat in his old room. Dang. I ran, barefoot across the house, slamming into Sookie's door.

"Sook? Open the goddamn door!"

"J-Just a minute," she said. I heard hisses, and then the door swung open. I raised an eyebrow as she calmly tried to flatten her hair.

"Yes?"

"…You were screaming," I said flatly.

"Screaming?" she breezed. "Oh, darlin', I just uh, had a nightmare is all."

She gave me her trademark smile as I glanced at the room behind her, still unsure. Sookie hadn't had nightmares since Bill started staying over, but now that he was gone..I suppose it was possible.

"Where's Dean?"

"Hm? Oh I let him out to go to the toilet, you know," she said, still smiling. She looked nervous though. As if she were hiding something.

"Sookie, don't lie."

"Ouch!" a voice yelped from behind her. We both jumped, and I pushed her out of the way.

And of course, my life couldn't get any weirder as Sam Merlotte rolled out from under the bed, butt-naked and saying he got a splinter in his leg or thigh or something. My eyes were as wide as saucers as he stood sheepishly, almost blushing at me.

"H-Hey, Emilie."

"Sookie," I said, taking a deep breath. "I don't know if you're aware of this, but Sam Merlotte is under your bed. Naked."

I've seen weird things. I've seen Jason Stackhouse running around the house, screaming because he found a ladybird in his bed and thought it was a spider. He's old enough now to be all manly and he claims he isn't afraid of spiders, but he's always suspiciously busy if I find one and need him to get rid of it for me.

My boyfriend is a vampire – that's pretty darn weird. I've seen vampires hiss and snarl at each other when sitting with said boyfriend in Fangtasia. It never got further than that, because they're too afraid of Eric to actually fight in front of him. It's usually over a human they both want to drink from or own really. Hell, I've even seen Bill Compton, a vampire, putting some oranges in as fangs for some kids.

But seeing Sam Merlotte naked and hiding from me under Sookie's bed was really in the top five weirdest things I've ever seen.

Imagine having breakfast and trying to look him in the eye after everything I've seen. Sookie was rather pissed at him, but I found the whole thing hilarious. He was a dog. Sam Merlotte was a dog. Seriously?

He came down the stairs as I drank my orange juice and read the newspaper. He flopped down on the couch and sighed, running a hand through his hair. He took one look at my smug smile and frowned.

"Shut up Emilie."

"I haven't even said anything!" I snorted. I couldn't help it.

But he cracked a strained smile. "You're thinking about it."

"Ah, so you're a mind-reader as well as a dog now?"

"No," he said firmly. "I'm a shape-shifter."

"Right," I sighed contently, rolling up my newspaper. "Yet I rubbed your tummy."

"You're quite good at it."

"Shut up," I laughed. As I walked past him, I slapped the side of his head gently with the newspaper. He winced and instantly put his hands up in self-defence.

"Ouch Em, what was that for?" he asked, a hint of annoyance and anger in his voice, but I knew he wasn't really mad or hurt.

"Sookie will go mad. Dogs aren't allowed on the couch. Bad dog, no treats for you!"

And I ran before he could launch himself off the couch to chase after me, laughing my head off.