THE MEMORYLESS GAUL
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Sorry for any errors, I proof read this when I was exhausted. Oops. Probably shouldn't have huh?
"How was work?" Sookie asked from the living room when I walked in the door. I looked to my right and saw her sitting a book on the coffee table. It was probably a romance novel. She has always loved those.
"The same as it always is. Nothing exciting happened. Do you work today?"
She nodded, the messy bun on her head bounced. "Sam needs me from 7:30pm to 1:00am."
"I bet he does."
Sookie glowered my suggestive tone. "Oh shut up. Jokes like that weren't funny the first time and they're not funny the twenty millionth time."
I snorted. "Did you ask around about Hotshot? Have they heard anything?"
"I didn't have anyone's number from Hotshot and nobody in town has heard anything about them." She replied, her scowl melting.
"Alright. Let me change and we can talk about what we're going to do."
Sookie stood up. "I need to freshen up too."
"Whatever we decide to do, just know we have to be back before 6." I tell her over my shoulder as we walk up the stairs. "I promised Godric I'd be here when he rose."
We went our separate ways once we reached the top. I took off my uniform and put on a pair of dark skinny jeans, dark slip-on's, and a crop top. The top was light purple, had a scoop neckline, the sleeves reached my elbows, and it stopped an inch before my belly button. My sunny blonde ringlets were a little messy, so I redid my half-up hairdo. Then I fixed my mascara, put on some dark violet lipstick, and some neutral eyeshadow before heading down to Godric's room.
"Sookie and I are going to Hotshot." I whispered even though I knew he couldn't hear me. My feet padded silently on the white carpet as I walked over to the bed. The yellow stars on the ceiling were aglow as I sat on the edge of it. "I know they wouldn't have anything to do with his disappearance but they might know who does. I promise to be back before you wake up."
I bent down and caressed the spikes bellow his collarbone. Then I murmured "I love you" a breath away from his pale cheek before getting up and leaving. I found Sookie in the living room again. She sat on the couch in a lightly colored sundress and only a tiny bit of mascara. Our outfits are as opposite as night and day, like usual.
"I think it might be the witches." I say to her, leaning against the doorway. "That's the only idea I have. Unless a new enemy is popping up."
"We don't need any new enemies." Sookie commented with a touch of bitterness. "Did Godric say anything about the witches? Are they hostile?"
"They are definitely hostile." I tell her with a frown. They were also a complete pain in the ass. "Let me call Crystal first before we go down there."
"Who is Crystal? That were-girl?"
I nodded to her as I reached into my back pocket and got my phone. I unlocked it and scrolled to the C's in my contacts. Then I hit the call button and waited. It rang and rang until it went to voicemail. I hung up without leaving one.
"She's the only person in Hotshot that I have the number of. Eric and Godric are the ones that have the rest of the pack's numbers." I told Sookie. Godric doesn't have his phone anymore and Eric's phone is with him, a little over 22 miles away.
Luckily the small town was only 10 miles from here. So it didn't take long to reach it. I parked and we both got out of the car. The place looked deserted but I knew that was far from the case. I walked over to the single-wide trailer Calvin Norris lived in. He was Crystal's uncle and the leader of the pack.
Godric offered to have nice houses built here. Calvin refused out of pride, even when my love mentioned it again later and said he would have them built as a "thank you" for all the work they put into finding Sookie. Jason offers his help because he promised Crystal he would and Calvin oddly doesn't mind being given the food and supplies. Calvin only draws a line when construction is mentioned.
It was a man named Felton that answered the door, he was a werepanther but he was being bitten not born one. He can only turn into a half man/half panther (which is unquie) at the full moon. All weres that are created instead of born can only turn at a full moon. Whether that be a werefox, weretiger, werewolf, or any other kind. If you're born one then, while you still have to turn at a full moon, you can turn at will any day of the month. Felton's enhanced strength and speed are below the average were but he's the best tracker in Hotshot. He also has it bad for Crystal and loathes Jason for being romantically involved with her. He's 31 and has dark brown hair with eyes that matched.
"Flora." He greeted politely before turning his gaze to Sookie. His tone was nastier when he spoke next. "Sookie, right? I heard they found you. Did you have fun on your vacation when we were one of the groups bustin' our asses tryin' to find you?"
When it was made known to Godric that this pack lived here, he made sure to make ally of them. Generations of inbreeding in the Hotshot community has weakened their shifting traits but they are still good allies to have. It took time for the cautious distrust to turn into camaraderie, but my love accomplished it.
Godric treats them with respect, not like he's their better and they should kiss his feet. It also wasn't a one-way street, Godric helps them when they need it too. Eric is more arrogant but they've grown used to him. It was difficult for Eric to stop treating them like they were Godric's pets. He still makes jokes about it though. Pam has nicknames for them too, which varies depending on her mood. Godric doesn't mind the taunting in private but that's all he tolerates on the subject. He made sure Eric and Pam knew it too.
"We really appreciated all of the help." I spoke up when Sookie bristled. "Thanks again, can we speak to Calvin?"
"About Jason?" He guessed, stepping out of the doorway so we can come in. "He hasn't come by in a few days. Good riddance I say."
"He's missing. Do you know anything?" Sookie demanded. The searching look she gave him told me she was focusing very hard on his thoughts.
"They're our friends not our foes." I tell her disapprovingly. I elaborated on that on the way over here. Besides, I told her Godric was reaching a hand out to them before she disappeared. There was a lot going on though, what with Russel Edginton and the Sookie and Bill drama. So she probably wasn't paying much attention. "Be nice."
"Do you want to wait outside?" Felton asked in a tone that was just as rude and demanding as Sookie's.
"That is no way to talk to our guests." Calvin's strong voice was a whip as he walked into the half-kitchen/half-living room. He was a man in his late forties with short hair, a neatly trimmed beard salted with gray, and green-gold eyes. He is a small man, around five foot seven inches, with an agile build and muscular arms.
"Yes sir." His dark eyes lowered to the floor.
"Hello Sookie." Calvin greeted. He thought manners were extremely important and was always quick to temper when his pack forgot to use them. "We were all very relieved when we heard you returned home safely. I am Calvin and that's Felton."
"Thank you sir." Sookie smiled politely. Her manners returned to her and the rudeness evaporated.
"We're just as in the dark as you are about Jason." Calvin turned told us. "If we hear anything I'll make sure to let you know."
"Thank you Calvin. Godric and Eric did tell you about the witches right?" I asked and he nodded. "I thought so, just double checking. They're dangerous, be very careful. If any of the pack gets cursed let me or Eric know. Godric doesn't have his phone anymore, he is getting a new one."
I made a mental note to get his number from Eric.
"I will. Eric sent me your number a while ago." He told us and waved a hand toward the worn couches. "Please have a seat and make yourselves comfortable. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thanks." Sookie and I said simultaneously. My twin continued with, "We actually should get going."
"Would you like me to pick up where Jason left off until he's found?" I asked.
"We'll be fine." He shook his head no. I'll make sure to ask someone to bring them some things anyway, or do it myself. "I was just about to contact you about Jason. At first I thought something important came up. He has been by every day at the same time for months. Crystal was immediately frantic but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. When we didn't see him today and Crystal still couldn't get in contact with him, I was concerned."
We talked for a few more minutes before saying our goodbyes and departing. My heart was still heavy with concern. Look what the witches did to Eric and Godric. If they are the ones that have him Lord knows what they could do. What if they don't? Who could have him and why? If a vampire passing through wanted a snack he could already be dead. I cringed at the thought and pushed it away. I refuse to think that's what happened. Jason is alive and we are going to find him, soon preferably.
"They really didn't know anything about Jason." Sookie told me disappointedly on the way home.
"If they say they didn't then they didn't. Why would they lie?"
"I don't like Felton. He really hates Jason, you know." Sookie continued, ignoring me. "He might not know anything about his disappearance but his thoughts are snarled and angry when he's mentioned. I don't trust him not to try something eventually. He would like nothing more than to see Jason hurt or worse."
"How clear are his thoughts?" I wondered. Ignoring the rest of her babbling. Felton might hate Jason, but I don't think he would do anything serious to him. I haven't used my telepathy on him yet but I have touched Calvin. Calvin knows that while Felton might be sour and short tempered he isn't heartless. He only likes to see people suffer if they've harmed his family. He might envy Jason and his surface thoughts might say he wants him dead, but surface thoughts are all they are. I might say or think about how much I want to kill someone in a temper but would I really do it just because I was jealous? No.
"A little hazy but they're clearer than thoughts of the two-natured usually are. Words flicker in and out but I catch more sentences than I should be able to. I mostly get impressions, feeling and such you know?"
I nodded and hummed in agreement.
"How sick are you of all the supernatural drama?" Sookie asked, I assume she was being rhetorical. I was right because she kept on without waiting for a reply. "Gran was killed because of it. Sure a human killed her but it was because of his hatred for vampires."
"That and he was an unstable lunatic." I cut in. We've had this "hatred of the supernatural drama" conversation more than once.
"That too. Speaking of lunatics brings me to my next point. We had a maenad come into town, there is a list a mile long of the craziness she brought. Bill broke my heart and now it turns out he killed the vampire Queen of Louisiana. Who was another crazy enemy. We are part fairy and I found out they tricked our Grandfather years ago just like they did me. He's dead now because he returned with me. The list of enemies and craziness goes on and on. When will the crazy stop? Will we ever get peace again?"
"You really like the word crazy." I comment. "You realize you said it four times in a single minute?"
"That's all you have to say?" She asked incredulously. "Aren't you sick of it?"
"Am I sick of the supernatural? Do I wish the world was normal? No Sookie, not really. I know you do but I don't. Sure I am sick of all the life threatening drama, but the world has both dark and light. Demons and angels. If it wasn't for the supernatural, then Godric would have died over 2,000 years ago. I love him more than life Sookie. Eric would have died because of that fatal battle wound a thousand years ago. He is family to me. Pam would be dead too. Jessica might have gotten the shit end of the stick in the Maker department but being a vampire set her free. She would still be with those horrible parents of hers without vampires. Would she have ever met Hoyt? Doubtful. So no, I don't wish the world was a normal one without vampires and supernatural beings. "
"You and Godric are beautiful together." She told me after a brief pause.
"I know."
We came to a stop sign minutes later and I glanced around. I knew if I went straight it would lead to my house. However, if I went left it would lead me in the direction of Lafayette's. Then I could demand an explanation and kick his sparkly flamboyant ass.
"Flo?" Sookie questioned. I blinked and looked at her. I could tell she was holding back from reading my thoughts. She wanted to know what was wrong but she was trying to be respectful.
"It's been so long since you called me that." I reply, forcing myself to look and go straight.
"I was thinking about getting back in the habit. What was that?"
"Nothing I want to talk about right this second."
I could hear the frown in her voice when she spoke next. "Alright."
Lafayette is my best friend. I hope he has a good reason for keeping such important information a secret. He fucking better. Taking a deep breath I tried to stuff my anger back down. I'll hear him out. He's earned that. My smoldering anger wasn't so easily convinced. So I punched it down farther.
"I'll contact Eric when he rises. It'll help to get his point of view on the situation."
"Let me know what he says." Sookie responded.
"Naturally."
It took no time after that to reach the house. It was two-storied and painted white with baby blue shutters. There are neatly trimmed bushes along the front of it. Jonas Stackhouse is our ancestor and was the first member of the Stackhouse family to live in Bon Temps, Louisiana. He was the one who built this house in the 1800's.
Sookie and I warmed up some leftovers and had a quick dinner together. We bickered lightheartedly while we ate to distract ourselves from our worry. Then I put my dishes in the sink and headed upstairs to my bedroom.
"Tell Godric I said hello!" My twin called. "I've haven't seen him since he went to those witches. They must have bothered him something fierce."
"You have no idea!" I called back. She really didn't and I wish I could tell her.
When I got to my room I immediately went to Godric's. Unlike earlier, this time I turned on the lights. I grabbed the book on Godric's nightstand and went around to the other side. Then I kicked my shoes off and propped two pillows up against the headboard. The blankets settled in my lap when I climbed in. I sat there and tried reading to pass the little time I had left before he rose. I didn't get through four pages before I huffed and tossed it onto my nightstand. Godric was right, how on earth did he enjoy this before? Boooring.
"Told you that book was awful."
My gaze snapped to him and a wide grin stretched across my lips. "You're awake! I missed you."
I've always been too clingy, luckily he never seemed to mind. This version of him didn't either.
"You missed me?" He repeated with a bashful smile. "Truly?"
"Truly." I promised and I leaned down to capture his lips. No matter how many times we kiss, the taste of him was always as phenomenal as the first time. Godric reached over and brushed his fingertips against my bellybutton ring.
"Did I ever buy you one of those?" He asked, breaking the kiss.
"You did." I straightened because my back didn't enjoy the angle. Then I pushed the covers down and swung a leg over his waist. Yes, sitting in this position was much better. "I lost the first one you got me when I got drunk. I was devastated. The second one was even more stunning than the first. I hardly ever wear it though, I am so paranoid that I'll lose it too."
"You wear Eric's. Are you not afraid to lose that one?" Godric lips were smeared with dark violet.
My tan fingers stroked his firm stomach absentmindedly. "Well of course I am, I love it. However I am more afraid to lose yours. I have another one I could wear, but it's so old and plain. This one is much more beautiful."
"It is." He agreed, glancing down at it before meeting my eyes again. "Can I see the one I got you?"
"Of course, maybe later though? I'm comfortable."
His smeared lips quirked up in an open-mouthed crooked grin. I saw a peek of his fangs. "I am too."
"I received some bad news this morning." I tell him next, changing the subject completely. My fingertips traced the distinctive V of his lower abdominal muscles and the contours of his abs.
Grey-blue eyes widened. "Oh no."
"My older brother Jason is missing. Has been for three days now. We have no idea what happened to him, neither does the Hotshot pack or people around town."
"I am sorry to hear that Flora." He says sweetly. "You'll find him soon. I am sure he is perfectly healthy."
"I hope so."
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