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Snoogans.
"You want something to drink?" I asked Alcide.
It was around two in the afternoon. I had woken up to find him in my living room. I figured Sam had let him in before he left. I didn't care enough to ask thought. As long as I wasn't alone. I was more scared of Victor coming than I was letting on.
"Sure. A Coke if you got one." he said from the couch. He was watching some sports game. We hadn't really spoken much since the last time he had stayed at my home to watch me while Eric slept. We hadn't really gotten along at all then either. Things hadn't been right between us since the night at his house when all hell broke lose at Eric's with his maker.
I brought him the drink, and had a seat in the chair. I was still waking up, and my coffee was still brewing.
"Thanks for coming." I said.
"Sure." he said, and went back to focusing on his game. I got bored of it pretty quick, and went back to the kitchen when the coffee was ready. I sat in there and enjoyed two cups while I read the paper, and went through my mail. After that, I went back to my room, and got ready for the day. I showered and got dressed, and then joined Alcide back in the living room.
"Hungry?" I asked, and he said he was, so I made us lunch. I was bored out of my mind, and it was only the first day.
I called Sam and asked him to come over, since I didn't want to inconvenience Alcide more than he already seemed to be by hanging out with me, and ask him to take me to Merlottes.
Sam showed up and we went outside to talk. I got him up to speed on what had happened in Vegas as far as the trial and Victor on the loose.
"Damnit Sook. I told you going was a bad idea. I told you right from the beginning." he said, and started pacing around the front lawn.
"Well, if I was there or not, it seems like Victor was going to be let go anyway. At least I was there to find out right away. And he couldn't get to me. Or have someone get to me before I had a chance to be warned."
Sam huffed and puffed around the yard for a bit, and I just stood there until he blew off his steam. "You done?" I asked once he stopped pacing.
"I'll stay with you during the day." he said.
"No, you've got a bar to run. I won't ask you to do that."
"I don't give a shit about the bar Sookie. Not if it means making sure you don't die."
"I'm sure Eric or Felipe will find someone or send someone capable of taking care of me. I'll be alright."
"I don't like this one bit Sookie. Not one bit." he said, and went back to pacing.
"Sam, I didn't call you over here to get in an argument with you. Look, I'll be fine. If I need something, you'll be the first one I call, alright? If I need someone to hang out with me during the day, I'll call you for that too. But only if I need to. You need to worry about you first."
He stopped pacing when his phone rang. It was the bar. Someone didn't show up for work. "I'm on my way back now." he said.
"I don't mind picking up some shifts if you want." I said. Desperate to get out of the house during the day.
"We'll see how things go." he said and then hugged me before he left.
As soon as the sun set, Eric was up, and Alcide was gone.
"I'm not trying to be difficult, but we need to find something else for me to do during the day, or someone else to watch me. This day was terrible." I said, and plopped down on the couch.
Eric took a seat next to me with the True Blood I had heated up for him when he woke. "What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing. Alcide sat on the couch most of the day and watched football. I had Sam come over this afternoon, and he was all in a tizzy over all this."
"Don't worry. Felipe is sending someone tonight. They should be here before I have to rest for the day. Now, I didn't like his choice, but he ensured me that he could be trusted. I don't think he would send someone he didn't trust."
"Who?" I asked, and Eric shook his head. "Oh no. No no no. How can Felipe trust him? I mean really Eric. You can't be serous."
"I'm very serous. Have you spoken with him at all since the ball?" he asked.
"Once. I called and left a message for him and thanked him for his help with Clark. But really?"
"This just gives us more motivation to find Victor as soon as possible, don't you think?"
"Yes." I said, and pouted. Eric seemed way to amused for this situation.
"Hello Quinn." I said when he arrived the next morning.
"Sookie." he said. I was glad he didn't call me Babe. I probably would have slammed the door in his face.
"Come in. Make yourself at home. There's food and drinks in the fridge. I made a couple things for you last night." I said, and yawned. "I'm going to bed, so you won't really have to worry about me to much I guess."
"It's barely six in the morning." he said as he checked his watch. Eric walked out of my bedroom just then, and glanced at Quinn. Quinn met his stare, and then quickly averted his eyes. I turned to see Eric standing in the hall, butt naked. Eric smiled at me and then continued into the guest bedroom. I have a feeling Eric came out of my bedroom naked on purpose. He had pants on when I came out to get the door. I rolled my eyes.
"I've been up all night. I'm still on vampire time from Vegas. Like I said, food and drinks in the fridge. There's a computer upstairs if you want to use it. Make yourself at home." And with that, I turned and headed to the guest room to sleep for the day. I wanted to be as close to Eric as possible without actually being under my house, although I had considered that.
A week went by pretty much the same. I kept myself on vampire time to spend the nights with Eric. I cooked meals for Quinn to eat during the day while he was here watching over me. Quinn was staying at Bill's house since Bill was still out of the country with Judith. Eric had called him and told him we would be using it. He didn't ask, which I told him was rude, but he figured Bill owed us anyways, and since it was in a way helping me, wouldn't mind, and he was right. Bill didn't care at all.
I talked to Richard twice that week. He still wanted to come out to stay with me, and do what he could, but I insisted that he didn't. I would feel terrible if something happened to him while he was trying to protect me.
And then there were the nights with Eric. I had spent every day sleeping in the guest room while he slept in the closet. Don't get me wrong, I loved spending every night with him, but I was starting to get a little bit of cabin fever. That's why I jumped at the suggestion that we go spend some time at Fangtasia on the seventh night of what felt like Sookie Lockdown.
Eric laughed as I ran to the bathroom to shower and change. We headed out as soon as I was ready. Pam had brought Eric his corvette earlier in the week, hoping that it would draw some attention to Victor, and make it clear where we were, since we spent most out time in bed, and not exactly trying to lure him to us. Either way, I counted it as time well spent.
