Wow I'm updating sooner than I thought! I might do a halloween one shot, thoughts anyone?
I'm not sure if anyone is interested in the playlist I run while writing. But it has included Bat For Lashes (some chapters are lyrics), Florence and the Machine, Autolux, Placebo, M. Ward, The Bravery, Brand New, Cursive, Murder By Death, Deadboy and the Elephant Men, M83 and the ever wonderful David Bowie. If anyone is interested in what songs, feel free to message me!
Anyways again thanks everyone again for all the reviews. I'm so glad this story is addictive and the great term death/fairy lemonade has been coined. Now whenever I hear Sex and Candy I make up my own lyrics involving Sookie and Godric.
DISCLAIMER: Blah blah blah blabble blah blah do not own, except the dirty Allan Hyde background on my phone,mmmm.
Dr. Charles Tickle, a man named Dr. Charles Tickle was sitting at her kitchen table. Sipping a glass of sweet tea and chatting with her best friend. About grimoires and what body parts and herbs did what. Sookie was missing Lafayette's random drug explanations. At least Mr. doctor person was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt today and smelled of expensive cologne. He was nice enough, she guessed. Tara was gonna try to get along with Godric; Sookie should at least return the same courtesy. Gran did not raise her to be rude, especially to someone that more than likely deserved her respect.
Charles glanced her way, he would smell the little earth witch she worked with and had previously warned Tara about her. Her kind meant well, but more often they only messed with bigger forces they had no idea about. They honestly should only stick to herb lore and let the demi gods and gods dabble in the stronger forces. He'd burn that bridge when he would have too. For now the little blond girl fascinated him, after all this was the person that completely enthralled Death. He could see why, the tiny sparks that lit up her eyes as they spoke confirmed his blessing to Godric. This truly was his equal and Charles was glad his friend did not meet then sun. The universe knows his progeny was not ready to assume the mantle of the Horsemen. Stupid boy was to wrapped up in his own dalliances. Plus he was still semi sulking over losing Sookie to his maker. Charles watched the previous night as Eric slouched in his chair, head turning towards his office where the other two were quite occupied with each other. Eric did see her first, sadly he had denied himself his makers presence for to long and forgot how to capture a humans attention besides glamoring. Plus his absolute loathing of the nameless Southern douchebag (Tara's reference), made his handling the Sookie situation end poorly. Poor boy was trying, maybe the good doctor should step in and send some pretty little thing from Key West his way. In fact, Charles decided, it would be from Rio. Tara had never been after all, after this AVL business they were going on a vacation. Maybe he should add a fruit basket for Pam. She doesn't need anymore damn shoes.
Sookie glanced at the clock, Shit! Her visit with the doctor was longer than she thought. There was living room to straighten, the front of the house to try and hose off, vacuuming, dishes, laundry to be folded and Lord only knows what else to be done. Plus she had to get ready for work and be there in an hour.
She started babbling her apology, Tara and the doctor only waved her off. "Sookie honey, you go get ready. Let me and Charles take care of the little things." Tara offered. The petite blond smiled at her in relief. Then bounced out of the room, literally bounced.
Tara turned and befuddlely commented to the darkly handsome man at the table, "I've never seen her like that. Not even dating asshole did she skip. What the hell?"
"Darling, the world moves in paces one can never predict." Her reply was a riddle, Charles only looked down into his glasses laughing at Tara's screwed up confused face. "Sugar don't stress yourself out, you'll go gray."
Big bad Hoodoo master and legend of folktales was hit in the face by a dish towel.
Her shift was dragging, Sam was back along with a sulking Tommy in a sling. The morose teenager sat at the corner of the bar glaring at everybody and playing awful songs on the jukebox. Sookie was gonna scream if she heard that damn Rihanna and Emimen song one more time. She contemplated accidentally hitting his bandaged arm with a full tray, luckily one of the regular patron helped her out. Andy Bellefleur got out of his booth and unplugged the damn machine. Tommy swung around to shoot his mouth off, Terry managed to break up the almost screaming match by telling Tommy Sam needed him in his office. Something about working off the debt that Sam paid out for him.
Sookie rolled her eyes, never in her life would she imagined Sam to turn into this kind of person. Tommy was everything Sam ran from, now it was kicking him in the face and the shifter was not handling it well. Plus the added stress of Arlene feverently praying and that nosy witch Holly hovering everywhere. Jessica flitting all over the place planning her move in with Hoyt and Terry going baby crazy. If she didn't need the money, Sookie was wishing she was on a vacation.
Dinner didn't improve, business was slow she even finished setting up for the later shift and was just standing around watching Lafayette tease Terry. Sam waved her into the back. She followed him into the office, all the while noticing the more gray hair at his temples. He turned towards her with an envelope. She opened it and saw the large wad of cash. Sookie started to sutter an explination as to why she couldn't take it.
A warm hand gripped her shoulder,'Cher, you deserve this. You kept everything up while I've been in a bad place. Its the least I owe for Maryann and while I went after Tommy. Take it please for me."
Sookie only nodded," Sam you need anything, I'm here. Your one of my best friend, if you need to talk and get anything out I'll always listen.' She offered.
"I know, now get out of here and go get ready," Sam smiled," Jessica told me about your plans. In fact she couldn't shut about it cause of how much she likes that fellow. Just know if he hurts you like Bill, I won't hold back Sook. Your family."
Again her eyes almost popped out of her head. She started to stutter again and thanking Sam she grabbed her purse and headed out while quickly texting a certain number. Sam's laughter rung out behind, making her blush. It was a sound she missed.
Her house was clean, like the outside was clean with new curtains in the window. There might even be a suspious new coat of paint. She crept up to the front door and peeked inside. There was a witch doctor dressed in an apron dancing to mambo music with a broom. Her purse fell with a thump, and the doctor spun around smoother than Elvis and winked at her.
Tara was laughing in the doorway,' Hope you like the surprise!"
Sookie only waved her hands around."How, why? Tara where'd you get the money? What do I owe you?"
Charles set his broom down and shrugged her off,"Darling you make me student happy, its my present to you. You just bake me a pie like the ones your Gran used to make. Tara doesn't shut up about them."
"Don't you need to get ready?" The espresso skinned woman asked Sookie, " Cause I know you don't want to be smelling like dirty road workers and fried food."
Sookie went tearing down the hallway, her friend shaking her head behind her. Yelling,"Wear something simple, go for the yellow sundress and white flats." Her reply was a muffled yes.
Forty five minutes later there was a knock on the farmhouse door and a fresh faced Sookie Stackhouse answered. Her hair down and cheeks rosy, a butter yellow dress brushed her knees, her eyes went wide at the man at her door. Godric stood before her with a bouquet of gerber daisies. The happy blooms made her grin. She gracefully swept them into her arms and politely invited him in. She quickly offered him a seat in the living room while she gathered a vase from the kitchen to place the flowers in on the kitchen table.
Godric noted Tara peering at him from the hallway with Charles behind her. He gave her a Texas smile. One full compassion. She nodded her head slightly and stumbled as the witch doctor pushed her into the room. Charles told him her story and her time with Franklin Mott. He had a talk with Eric about letting such sycophants into his area and general dealings. His child was still pouting, stating he knew what he was doing.
Tara sat across from him and asked how he was doing, her posture tense. He looked into her eyes as they both heard Sookie rustle around the kitchen,"I'm sorry," he stated,"There is nothing I can do to fix the pain you suffered. I am truly sorry you had to be any part of a megalomaniac's plans. I've done things in the past that have caused pain, but never with the intention to cause the sort of anguish experienced for the joy of feeling that sense of power."
The soulful eyes started into his,"I'll never try to take your family from you, I only want to be part of it for as long as Sookie will have me."
Still the eyes never wavered,' I trust you, on the sole reason of who you are. Charles has never lied to me. You won't either, you position's won't let you."
Sookie came bustling back into the room, a warmed True Blood and three sweet teas on a tray.
"At least everyone seems to be getting along." She stated hopefully, her eyes moving from each face. Tara smiled and responded," I like him Sook, he's blunt."
All four then relaxed and started trading stories. Tara and Sookie of adventures during their childhoods. Times running around the woods filled with teasing Jason and stealing cookies and such from Gran. Charles and Godric regaled them with tales from history, filling with quirks of infamous people and events they witnessed.
Soon Charles and Tara got up to leave. They had dinner plans in Sherveport. Hus where given to Sookie and a hesitant hand shake from Tara to Godric. She gave him a shy smile and thanked him softly for befriending Sookie. He only responded with a gentle kiss to her forehead. He was glad she accepted him. Charles leaned in and whispered a word of advicw in his ear while the girls said good bye.
"My friend tell her about what you are, she's not one to be kept in the dark. Plus she looks like she'd make some delicious death-fairy lemonade with you."
Godric chuckled and stated he never planned on it.
The two almost lovers sat down again, Godric in a chair across from her, while Sookie perched on the edge of the couch her ankles crossed. She looked up and said what a pleasant evening she had. He grinned at her boyishly. But grew more serious.
"Sookie you need to know somethings. "She looked up, sobered. "Please," She asked," Please be honest."
He started with his past, his human life. It grew to when he was reborn and the duties he assumed. The when he made his child and progressed up to the point where they met in Dallas. The ache in his eyes made her heart stop again, just like in the predawn on the rooftop.
She stood up and placed her little hand on his cheek, and whispered that she still felt the same way. She was only extremely overwhelmed. He nodded in understanding. Quickly he told her pf his plans to find the other two in his group and the reason why Charles was there. And she excepted everything, stating even though she still didn't know much about her fae powers, she'd at least be there to support him as a friend. Blushing she even said maybe as something more.
He grasped her hand and brought down to his lips. He let her know there was more details but they had more time. Right now he only wanted to feel her against him.
Her body flushed even more, he only smirked. She was still so innocent. He knew Compton had a sexual relationship, but in other terms of a relationship she was still so delightfully innocent.
He pulled her down onto his lap. Lips claiming hers, hands roaming her back and stroking her shoulder blades. Her arms wrapped around his necks and moved into his dark hair. Lightly pulled back her lips and moved them to nip at the tattoo she could see barely above his collar. He tatsed better than her dreams and his chest rose in an unneeded breath. his hand twined in her hair and he lifted her to the couch, curling her to him and let his hands roam across her body, memorizing the shape of her calves and the curve of her ribs.
She in turn did the same. Whispered gasps and growls danced in the air, their bodies responding to each other like they knew each other over centuries instead of months. Clothing was tugged and hands crept underneath, however anything else was put to a halt. Godric's cellphone started to go mad. He ignored, it repeated its insistent call. Sookie pulled back, he looked at her dazed.
She grinned at him, " You should answer it, you never know who might need you. Maybe Pam messed up her shoes."
Godric checked his message, he got up. He plled her towards him whispering he had to leave. She nodded, and said to tell Eric hi. He laughed.
Kissing her again at the door he left, Sookie traced her lips and turned to ready the house before bed. They promised to call each other in the evening. She had the next few days off.
Godric drove home quickly, he was pleased with the turn out for he and Sookie. The message Eric left him was the only stress right now. Compton was back and claiming things that where never his again.