The drive home felt incredibly quiet without Hunter. I gave Remy the report but after Hunter had told him everything it hardly felt necessary. Remy was mortified his son had woke so early because it never usually happened except for on Christmas and his birthday, but I assured him it was fine and we enjoyed our swim with Eric the vampire diving board.
Remy was really grateful I had tracked them down but I could barely hold back my tears when I heard that I was the only family that would talk to Hunter and accept him when I was getting ready to leave. When Hunter had stayed at my house when Remy went to a funeral in Homer, he had told me it was because it was not any environment for a child to be in, let alone a telepathic one. I couldn't have agreed more and whilst Remy still believes that, another reason was that his family could hardly bare the sight of Hunter. Hunter resembled Hadley more than Remy and Remy's family only saw that. Hadley was the evil, abandoning, lesbian, fangbanging vampire in their eyes and some went far enough to believe that Hunter wasn't even Remy's because Hadley was a 'trashy slut'. Remy's family were insulting my cousin Hadley, her son and her ex-husband all at once and it angered me. There should be no doubt in the world that Hunter was Remy's son.
It reminded me of Werewolf packs that abjure extremely troublesome members. When that happens that person is practically dead to the eyes of that pack. Hunter had been abjured from his family. No, this member of family was changing that. I promised to myself there and then that I would always be there for Hunter.
I drove to Eric's house in Shreveport. He lived in a secure gated community and a guard manning the gate only let me enter once he recognised me.
I parked besides Eric's gleaming corvette which was the only thing in the spotless garage aside from my car which looked like a pile of scrap beside the monster-car and corvette. I was guessing Pam had taken the liberty to drive my car here last night under Eric's orders as he hadn't found a new day time guy yet. Eric needed someone he could trust and was competent. I had offered to do the job at one point because it made nights even busier for him trying to catch up on the stuff that was normally completed during the day. But Eric didn't want to be my boss and I was secretly glad.
I transferred my gear from the hired car to mine and after checking the garage door was securely shut, drove back to Bon Temps. It had felt like I hadn't been home for ages even though I was here yesterday morning.
The roads were quiet being a Sunday afternoon. However nothing beat the pure silence of being back home, lounging on the couch with a good book. I read several chapters but must have dozed off for sometime because I blinked and when my eyes opened an hour had passed. I gave up trying to read and decided to work on my hair which was still a mess from this morning. I wet it all over and blow-dried it, trying to define the few layers my hair had and giving it some volume. Hair styling has never been my forte but I was happy with my amateur blow-drying skills. My hair was beginning to get really long but it was healthy and had minimal split ends thanks to Eric's blood. I'd have to cut it in a few weeks though before it got too long to be manageable. Maybe I would wait until Alcide's sister, Janice was in the area. I hadn't seen her in a coon's age and I liked her and she was a great hairdresser.
It was just late enough for dinner so I found some chicken pieces to cook up along with baked potatoes and steamed vegetables. I missed cooking for more people, single dishes were often hard to make without making left over's.
I was taking my time because I didn't want to be at Fangtasia until nine but I had not much to do. My hair was already done so I just had to pick my outfit. I hated wearing black or red to Fangtasia because it was a theme colour and also most fangbangers stuck to those colours when wearing their ridiculous gothic ensembles. I found a yellow dress I has been meaning to wear for months and decided it was perfect. It had a haltered neck and showed a fair amount of cleavage. It flared right below the bosom and ended just above the knee. My arms and half of my back were bare so I teamed it up with a light weight white cardigan. I struggled trying to pick shoes and ended up going for white ballet flats because I didn't own anything else that I wanted to wear and they would have to do. Some brown mascara so my eyelashes didn't look to harsh against my blonde hair and some pink lip gloss and I was ready to go.
Usually I tried to avoid going in to Fangtasia unless it was Eric-related or business-related and the two often combined. Most of the time I had been to Fangtasia I would be camping out in Eric's office or it would be closed. I wanted a night out though and if my fiancé was working at his bar, then that's where I wanted my night out to be. He was the boss who sat around whilst humans tried to wrack up the courage to speak to him, he'd welcome my distraction, my cure to his boredom; he loves it when I drop in.
So my goal was to spend the night in the bar for at least most of the time and nothing was going to stop me. I was a woman on a mission, even though my mission really wasn't mission worthy. I was just excited to spend time with my fiancé and Pam while they worked... kind of. Most of the time they were just sitting around looking good, it hardly seemed like a job to me, although it was a good meeting place for new vampires in the area to check in with Eric as sheriff.
Feeling like I had dawdled as much as possible, I grabbed my purse holding my driver's license, phone, money and lip gloss and drove to Fangtasia.
Link to Sookie's dress available on my profile.