"Shit!" Sookie said, glancing over her shoulder.
"Stand by the Sheriff Sookie." Brigant said, in an annoyed voice.
"The Sheriff has a name Brigant." I fired back, in a not amused voice.
"Stand by Northman then. The old bat's not going to stop me from seeing you now, that I have you by my side." "It's Eric." I told her when she went around the other side her car, to where I stood.
"How did she get here? She doesn't have a drivers license any more." She mused out loud. Turning my back on the women.
"I'm guessing either your brother tattled, or the only other explanation for her sudden appearance has to be Merlotte." He answered me, leaning against my car, next to me, watching the scene play out, that I did not want to see.
"What do you want to happen Sookie? The choice is yours." Brigant looked at her.
"I don't know." She said simply. He looked over her head at me.
"Her life is in your hands, if a hair on her head get's harmed, your skin will turn to ash." I couldn't help a growl, escape. He was starting to piss me off! Fucking fairies.
"There's no need for threats. What's an old lady going to do?" I ask.
"It's rather, what I may do, should my temper flare, with her manipulative words. I won't let her keep you from me again, now I've held you and have you my daughter."
"SHE'S NOT YOUR DAUGHTER." The old lady yelled, as she got in ear shot, all red faced, and angry eyed. "I raised her for the last twenty one years. I took her in when you didn't want anything to do with her, dumping her on my door step like a lost doll." I felt a body fall into mine, and felt a placed my arm around her waist. It was almost as if she'd been slapped by the words and fell backwards.
"You damn well know that is not true you old fool. Don't you dare create stuff that never happened. This is too public-a-place for this discussion. Northman, take Sookie to the farm house. We shall meet you there. I won't have this conversation in a mutt's parking Lott, who's clearly listening in." I looked in the direction where he was looking and sure enough he was lurking along the opposite tree line near his caravan. What a fucking coward.
Without warning, I moved at speed, and before my travel companion new it, she is sanding on the front porch of the old rickety, crumbling farm house. I watched her fall on to the porch swing and held on to the ropes holding the thing up.
"How the fuck did you do that? And how the fuck do you know where I live?" She asked me. I leaned against the wooden railing, folding ny arms over my chest.
"What do you think?" I asked her, genuinely curious as to what she'd say.
"Well... that kind of speed is clearly not normal for a human, and your skin isn't cold but slightly cooler." I felt my eyebrows raise upon hearing this theory.
"You aren't excatly human either." She stared at me with an open mouth, that I found myself wanting to capture against my own. But I also valued my undead life.
"NORTHMAN! That is my story to tell MY daughter." My father's voice made me jump. A stunned Adele Stackhouse stood a little distance away from him, I didn't see how they got here either.
"Fuck off Brigant. She asked, how I moved so fast. So I asked her what she thought I was." He snapped back. I rolled my eyes at the two of them. We surly weren't going back down this road again?
"Shut up the pair of you, or I won't have anything to do with either of you." She fires at us both. The tiny threat has us both strangely shutting up. My raised eyebrows look, is mirrored on Brigant's. The old woman broke the silent stare down, between the three of us.
"Come inside dear, I'll make us a pot of your favourite tea."
"You can shut up in all." She turned a glare on her.
"I haven't read all his letters yet. But I've read at least one, and know you've NOT been the Christian woman you portray yourself to be. It would have been nice to know I wasn't alone. It would have been nice to know why I am, the way I am. You know I've struggled for years to accept why I'm different from everyone else. You know everything I've been through. The challenges and the pain I've had to deal with. Yet I thought you where the one person I could always rely on to tell me the truth. I respected your privacy, I never listened in. I never questioned your judgment or advice. Twenty one years of lies, thanks to you." The anger and hurt in her voice made me want to whisk her away and protect her from any more pain. Why the fuck I think that, I have no idea.
"It was for your own good." Is all the woman said.
"MY OWN GOOD?" She screeches at her, getting right in her face.
"Give me one good reason why?"
"It wasn't fair on Jason or Hadley you receiving fancy gifts and money on your birthday's and Christmases.
"She could have still had the letters Adele." Brigant said in a bellow ice tone, laced with anger. I've seen this fucker fight, and even the hairs on my arms stood on end. Alert! That old lady don't know what's gonna hit her, if she keeps on trying to manipulate Sookie.
"Why? You didn't exist to her until now? She will always be a Stackhouse. Fintan gave her to me, to take care of. I have only met you three times now."
"Who's Fintan?" Sookie asked, before either of them could respond. I watched the old ladies eyes sparkle, as her lips twitched in a sneer/smirk.
"Yes Niall, who is Fintan?" She asked, causing Sookie to look further confused as she tried to fit the pieces to a complicated puzzle together.
"He was your brother."
Hope everyone is all okay. Here they are starting to lock down again because people aren't following the rules, and are spreading the virus even more. It's starting to rise here now, the area I live in.
Wishing you all a safe, happy and positive weekend :)