Spending the entire night with Jason and Sookie, cuddled in blankets, drinking hot coco with marshmallows… all of it seemed like a distant dream. A dream Brooklynne had had multiple times in the past year, once she thought would never happen again.

It was as hard for Sookie to get back to real life as it was for Brooklynne. Everyone in Bon Temps was so happy to not only hear about her return but also to see her again. The excuse Bill gave the police was very useful to shut anyone who was a little too curious. Of course, not everything was easy, and now that Sookie was back, it was a hard adjustment for Eric and Brooke to have a new roommate. So hard, in fact, that after only one day, Eric suggested they get a place of their own. A suggestion which, to her own surprise, she didn't find uninteresting.

"Anywhere but Bon Temps," Eric whispered so close to her hear she managed to hear him despite the terrible and terribly loud music playing in the club.

"You mean Shreveport," she chuckled as she slid a hand in his hair, gently bringing his face to hers.

As per usual, she was sitting on his lap, on his 'throne'. She had learnt to ignore the dozen pair of eyes, human or vampire, that were fixed on them for the entirety of the night. They were different, depending on their species. Mortals envied her. The undead judged him. Silently, of course. They knew what would happen if their sheriff caught them talking ill of his human.

The humans outside, however, weren't so quiet or discreet about their judgmental ideas and hate. Steve Newlin's following only grew bigger every day, ever since Russell went crazy on live TV, and a portion of it from Louisiana reunited every night in front of Fangtasia to spew their hatred all over its customers, be they vampire, or human. It did scare away most of the mortal clientele, though Fangtasia had been around for a while, and had, fortunately for business, loyal customers.

"What's wrong with Shreveport?"

"What's wrong with Bon Temps?"

He smirked. He liked it when she was challenging him. Always reminding him how perfect she was for him.

"We'd be close to Fangtasia. We wouldn't have to fly here every night."

"I like to fly," she shrugged.

"Oh, I know you do," he said with a grin.

"So, what do you want? To build a home under the club?"

"I would hate that as much as you would. I had an apartment in mind."

"An apartment?"

He nodded. "UV protected windows, with a view…"

"Mmh… that doesn't sound so bad."

"Wait until you see the view."

"I don't care about the view. As long as we're together."

She pulled him to her, his lips crashing onto hers. That was how the night almost always ended, except when a dumbass decided to get into a fight with the other dumbasses outside.

"Eric."

The Viking chose to ignore his progeny, hoping she'd get the hint and leave them alone.

"Eric."

"Not now, Pam," he said between two intense kisses.

"We have a problem."

Brooklynne moved away, both annoyed and frustrated, making the vampire growl.

"What is it?" he snarled.

"Some idiot outside got into a fight with the other idiots outside."

"Can't you handle it?"

"It's Hoyt, Eric. Jessica's human? The King's progeny? Rings any bell?"

Eric sighed as he tried hard not to roll his eyes.

"Go, it's fine," Brooke told him, not even trying to hide her disappointment.

"I'll make it up to you," he said before he stole another kiss from her.

"Oh, I know," she smirked, not wanting him to leave in such a bad mood.

He chuckled as he got up, letting her slide gently onto the chair. Oh, how it made him feel to see her sitting there. She was never sexier than in his chair. She watched him leave, wiggling her fingers as he turned to her one last time. Left alone, she looked around the room, still feeling the eyes of the people there, humans still wishing they were in her position, vampires unhappy about their mortal queens. But as unhappy as they were, there was no doubt in anyone's mind, that she was, indeed, their queen.


Wrapped in Eric's large grey shirt, Brooke was sound asleep in their bed, in the cool of his arms. She couldn't remember the last time she got up before noon, but she was always awake before Eric, who only opened his eyes at sundown. She awoke particularly early that afternoon and she would usually stay in bed and go back to sleep but since Sookie was back she had been getting up sooner to spend as much time as possible with her before she had to leave for Fangtasia. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned, another hour of sleep wouldn't have been so bad.

She didn't bother dressing up and climbed the ladder carefully. She knew she could make all the noise in the world and it wouldn't wake the vampire up, but she always tried to be considerate. Human habit.

She shielded her eyes from the sun of the early afternoon as she opened the doors of the fake wooden wardrobe. She heard voices coming from the kitchen and wondered who Sookie could've been with as she knew Jason was working. Besides, it sounded like a woman's voice. It sounded like…

"Tara," Brooklynne smiled as she stepped into the kitchen. "What are you doing here?" a laugh escaped her as she went to hug her old friend.

"Hey Brooke, you're up late," Tara chuckled as she hugged her back.

"Or early, considering she went to bed at 6," Sookie said with a grimace.

"Don't tell me you spend your nights with that vampire," Tara scolded the young telepath as she saw the logo of Fangtasia on her shirt.

"Her nights and her days," Sookie informed her friend, "he lives here now."

"He what?"

"Eric moved in months ago," Brooke said as she made her way to the fridge.

"Are you telling me that psychopath who kidnapped and tortured Lafayette for weeks lives in this house?"

Brooklynne paused.

"First of all, he apologized for that, he even gave him a car. Second of all, yes, Tara, my boyfriend lives with me… in my house."

"Lafayette's terrified of that motherfucker, he can give him all the cars in the world it won't change a thing!"

"And… this is still my house," Sookie said.

"Actually… it isn't," Brooke wrinkled her nose. "The deed's in my name now… I signed the papers and everything…" she continued as she closed the fridge, a bottle of orange juice in one hand.

"What?" Sookie breathed out as if she had just been punched in the heart.

"Legally I had to… since you were gone for so long… I'm sorry," she shrugged. "But it's still your house. It's always gonna be your house. And Jason's."

"Great," Sookie threw her hands in the air, "good thing I came back or you'd have sold my car next."

"That's not fair," Brooklynne replied, offended. "I took care of your car, I took care of all your stuff."

"I'm not staying one more second here, I don't want your boyfriend to think I'm his dinner," she said as she practically jumped off her chair and made her way to the back door.

"Tara, wait!"

"He's not gonna hurt you," Brooke called after her, but Tara wasn't listening.

Sookie gave a disappointed and disapproving look to her sister before she went after her friend. Brooke shrugged, walked up to the shelf where they kept the glasses and poured herself a full glass of orange juice. She mumbled something as she brought it to her lips.

"And a good day to you to."


Sookie was obviously mad when she came back. Tara had just come back from New-Orleans to see her and they had already been in a fight. It all made Brooklynne seriously reconsider Eric's offer to move in that apartment in Shreveport, the one with the great view. Fortunately, the two sisters didn't get the opportunity to argue about Eric again, as the phone rang as soon as she came back in the house, having failed to convince Tara to stay a little more.

"Who was it?" Brooklynne asked before taking another sip from her glass.

"Andy," she sighed. "Jason didn't come to work this morning and he's not answering his phone."

"Did he check his house?"

"He asked me to do it," she answered as she took her car keys from the counter.

"Want me to come with…"

"No."

Brooklynne silently watched her sister exit through the back door and quickly get into her car. After Sookie was gone, she washed the dishes, then took a long and cold shower, wondering what she should do while waiting for the night to come.


Brooklynne's denial of Jason's situation unnerved Sookie more than anything. Though Eric acted as usual, detached from any feeling and showing no particular worry, he did find it strange too. Maybe it was too hard for Brooklynne to even imagine that another one of her siblings was missing again out of nowhere with no clue as to where to find them. Or maybe it was just as she said, optimism and trust. Jason would come back. Like Sookie did. Eric didn't dare say aloud what both he and Sookie thought: hopefully, it wouldn't take a year.

"He's probably with a girl," she said to her sister. "He'll be back in a week."

Jason's disappearance had one positive effect, at least, Sookie and Brooklynne weren't arguing about Eric anymore. Especially since Eric had said he'd order some vampires to look for their brother. Sookie appreciated it, even if she wouldn't say it aloud. But there was something else that bothered the eldest telepath, something that had been bothering her ever since she had come back from Alcide's.

"Wasn't he happy to see you?" Brooklynne asked as she put a plate down on the table.

"He was very happy to see me," Sookie answered as she handed her the cutlery. She was cooking Adele's famous sausage recipe, Jason's favorite.

"Then what?" she insisted as she finished setting up the table.

"Debbie was there."

"Yeah. They got back together a few months ago. She's clean now."

"Wait… you knew?"

Brooke shrugged. "Alcide helped us a lot when we were looking for you. We spent a lot of time together."

"He kept whining about that V addicted werewolf who left him," Eric said as he appeared from the living room.

"She needed help getting clean. Needed support," Brooke continued as she gave a reproving look to the vampire. Eric ignored it and kissed her temple, a gesture she took as an apology. That was the best she'd get from him anyway.

"We're out of Tru Blood," Sookie informed the vampire.

"I know," he told her as he slid his hands on Brooke's waist, gently bringing her back to his chest before placing a kiss on her neck, where two puncture wounds could be seen.

Sookie grimaced as she turned around and got back to the stove where the sausages were about to burn. Brooke smiled before she put a kiss on Eric's lips. She meant to get the glasses from the shelf, but Eric had something else in mind. He didn't let her go from his arms and captured her lips, tightening his hold on her.

"Could you not?" Sookie sighed. "We're about to eat."

"I'm about to eat too," he smirked, making her roll her eyes.

"Stop it," Brooke giggled, wiggling out of Eric's arms. "I'm not your dinner," she playfully punched him in the arm.

"No?" he asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

She smiled back, bit her lower lip, then tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck before whispering in his ear.

"No, I'm your dessert."

"Mmh, I like that."

"Ew, stop it," Sookie begged.

"You didn't even hear what I said," Brooke told her.

"I can read your mind, remember?"

"Then stay out of my head."

As Sookie put the pan in the middle of the table, dinner being ready to be served, Eric's phone started to ring.

"I thought Fangtasia was closed tonight," Sookie said as she sat down.

"Fangtasia is never closed," he told her before putting another kiss on Brooke's forehead. "I'll be right back."

Brooklynne sat across from Sookie and started eating, every bite reminded her of her grandmother, even the smell, as if Adele was right there with them.

"You're the only one who can cook it perfectly."

"It's just sausages," Sookie chuckled.

"Nothing new from Jason?"

"Afraid not… Andy said he'd file a missing person report tomorrow… I said he should have already done it but…"

"You know Jason… he's just fooling around with a girl."

"He hasn't answered his phone in two days, Brooke."

"So, it died," she shrugged. "He's too busy to notice."

"I hope you're right," Sookie whispered, more to herself.

Eric stepped back in the kitchen with an annoyed look on his face. Though Sookie noticed, she didn't bother asking him about it, she didn't really care about his problems.

"What's wrong?" Brooke asked.

"We have to go."

"You can deal with your problems on your own, Eric," Sookie told him. "Or ask Pam."

"It's Bill," he said. "He has a job for us."