The car ride home was quiet and I had never been so happy to pull into Jason's driveway. I struggled with thinking of this place as 'home' I had never had a home and it was strange to think of this place as home with all the ideas that come along with that word.
My body felt tired and my mind was exhausted. I trudged up the stairs and opened the front door. The house was dead quiet, Jason was still staying with the girl on my request and I had asked him to take Hero with him. I didn't want him getting hurt. I looked around the darkened house and felt a foreboding feeling of trouble. I watched the darkness of the house, it was unmoving and quiet. Too quiet.
I moved from the front door silently pushing myself against the wall of the hall, I dropped my shields that I had kept up since back at Hallow's coven. I was definitely not alone in this house. It was a Were, a were with a very full mind, it was clouded with thoughts but I felt the malice coming through in waves. It was in the kitchen, the kitchen luckily shared the wall I was currently pushed up against.
I slid along the wall and looked around the corner to see none other than Debbie Pelt sitting at my kitchen table. I let go of my breath and rounded the corner. She was just sitting there with her hands in her lap and when I entered she looked up at me, her eyes told a thousand ways she would like to kill me.
"You have ruined my life" she growled, her dark eyes faltering as she tried to stop the change that was threatening to take her.
"Well you haven't exactly made mine a walk in the park" I glared, folding my arms; I had no idea how I was going to get her out of here without breaking anything.
"I'm going to kill you here tonight and then you will be out of the way forever. Hell I might get a reward for ripping your throat out" she snarled, her teeth were sharp under her lips.
"You tried that before and it didn't end to well for you" I retorted but my whole body tightened ready for her to pounce
"this time I bought a friend" a second later I was staring down the double barrel of a shot gun. I froze in place, I was so used to fighting supes that were more old fashioned, most supes had too much pride to use a weapon but apparently that wasn't a problem for Debbie.
I stared down the barrel and felt my blood run cold, now hand to hand I had a chance but a gun would just blow me away. I looked past the barrel into the eyes of Debbie and remembered something very important; I'm not dead yet.
"So this is the plan; shoot me?" I faked a laugh keeping my eyes on either her trigger finger or her eyes.
"well it seemed like a good idea, otherwise our like a cockroach, you just won't die!" her snarl was vicious
"It won't work" I said feigning confidence
"Let's see how effective it is" she sneered.
As soon as I saw her finger start to whiten over the trigger I dropped to the ground. I felt the burning heat of the bullet skim the top of my head as I only just dodged my death. I jumped to my feet, slamming into the gun and forcing it up into the air. I slammed my fist into her stomach; she vaulted back and crashed into the counter.
I caught the gun as it came tumbling to the floor, pointed it at her chest and before I could even think I pulled the trigger. Her torso exploded, her blood covered me, joining that of the vampire I had eviscerated earlier in the evening.
As if in slow motion I watched her body drop to the floor. I stared down at her as she lay at my feet. What had I done? There were hundreds of ways I could have disarmed her and let her live and yet when that gun landed in my hands I pulled the trigger as if it was nothing. Don't get me wrong I hate Debbie and I think the world will be a much better place without her but it's not her death that is causing a pain in my chest, it's what her death represents. Could this be the end of the last of my humanity, the end of anything human left in me? My first instinct was to kill her despite her without a weapon being a minimal threat. I aimed the gun at her and ended her life purely on instinct. If I had of thought it through and then decided it was best that was one thing but to do it on pure instinct. Was I a true killer now? Had killing become so ingrained in me that is was attached to my most basic reactions to fear or anger? Was I no better than those I killed?
That thought swiftly fell from my mind as I spun around feeling a presence standing behind me. I turned only to meet two blue orbs staring at me curiously. Eric stood a few feet from me, I still had the gun in my hands and the kitchen was covered in blood.
"Eric I thought you were staying with Pam" I said stepping sideways in to block his view of Debbie
"I didn't want to be without you, if this is my last night in this state I want to spend it with you" He said looking sincerely into my eyes, for a second I forgot where we were and smiled at him, that was until his eyes dropped to Debbie and my smile disappeared "Sookie you killed her" He stated cocking his head to the side and staring at me.
I looked down at Debbie and back to Eric, a helpless feeling twisted in my stomach
"she was going to shoot me" I mumbled more to myself "I had to" I looked back down at her, I didn't have to, but I did anyway. Why?
"Dawn will be soon, you need to clean this kitchen, and I will dispose of the body" he stated practically walking over to Debbie's corpse. For the first time I saw signs of the real Eric in this shell. Maybe they had broken the curse
"Eric how do you feel about this?" I asked looking at his seriously
"I am afraid for you" his eyes were soft and I nodded to him. Nup this was still my Eric. The real Eric would either be blackmailing me or trying to assure me right now. I could do with some assuring right now.
Eric leaned down and lifted Debbie's body into his arms and disappeared out of the window. I stared out for a second at nothing before I realized how little time I had. I ran to the hall and grabbed the cleaning supplies from the closet and headed back into the kitchen. I stripped down to my underwear which the blood had thankfully not got soaked into.
That's where I sat for the next hour, scrubbing blood from the kitchen in my underwear. Man my life is weird.
Once I had finished the kitchen I stood in the door way and looked it over, it looked cleaner than it ever has. Unfortunately this is not the first time I have had to clean blood soaked rooms. One of my chores for the master was cleaning his torcher chamber every week. I shivered remembering the smells that lay stagnant in that cold wet cellar.
I put my cloths into a soak and quickly went for a shower. It felt good to wash all the blood off of me and I just let myself marinate under the gentle pulse of the steaming water. When you get in as many messy scrapes as I do, showers become a godsend.
After my shower I slipped into some pajama pants and a singlet and walked into the lounge room. I didn't dare glance into the kitchen. I was so tired and I didn't want to think about what had happened, I have a life time of guilt ahead of me but for now I just want a minute by myself.
Eric arrived back not long after and walked in the back door; he slid off his boots and took off his shirt, which was covered in blood. He walked into the living room and sat down beside me. I didn't want him to say anything; I didn't want to talk about what had happened; I just wanted to sit in silence.
"You left" was all he said, it took me a moment to remember what he was talking about
"It was what was best, you should have stayed with Pam" I said looking at the curtain straight ahead
"Do you not want me here?" there was something desperate in his voice and I knew my answer could break him in his vulnerable state.
"no, I'm glad you're here" I said with all honesty, I slid over to him and cuddled into his side. Having him around was so comforting; I could fall asleep in his arms and sleep the night away and that's exactly what I did.
