A/N: This chapter was really hard to write for me since I have never actually written any scenes this intense before, so please be understanding.
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: In my previous chapter I mentioned that Sookie was wearing 'tracksuit pants' I would like to clarify that I actually meant sweatpants. In Australia we call sweatpants tracksuit pants or simply trackies. Please forgive me, I keep forgetting that I have to write like I am in the mind of an American and use the terms that they do. My Apologies once again. Enjoy this chapter!
WARNING: This chapter is rated M for violence. (This story is rated M for a reason people)
P.S. Sorry it's so short! But I couldn't make it longer.
Chapter seven- Impossible thoughts
Amelia POV
Sam and I pulled around the back of Sookie's house and there was a small pastel pink minivan parked next to Sookie's Malibu, this instantly put Sam on alert. He stopped the car, slowly opened the door and slid out to investigate.
"Amelia!" He called and motioned me over to the stairs of the back porch. I carefully lowered myself to the ground from his car and inched toward him cautiously, aware of any danger that might still be lingering. "Amelia it should be okay. As far as I can tell Pam and Eric were here most recently and according to you they had nothing to do with this." Sam told me, still scenting the air every few seconds.
"The van?" I asked glancing at it nervously, the men who took us had vans. They had kept us in the back, Sookie didn't know, she was unconscious.
"Pams" he answered grimacing slightly. 'Pams?' I thought, wow I had never seen that car before. Not even when we were dating! I couldn't help but giggle, I had known that Pam could be unusually girly but this was a little over the top.
"Well, if her car is here then where do you think she is? She can't just be wandering around, it's daylight out here." I asked Sam, only slightly confused. "You don't think she used the hidey-hole do you? And what about Eric?" I laughed out loud at the thought of Eric riding in Pam's minivan, it was a ridiculous thought. Sam seemed to consider the idea for a moment before moving in through the back door pulling me along beside him. We ended up in my room which was where the hidey-hole was located. I hobbled over to the wardrobe and opened the door checking to see if the contents had been pushed aside, but no, they hadn't been. "Bills?" I suggested.
"Probably" Sam answered, wandering out to the living room and surveying the damage. "They shot at you?" he asked noticing the bullet cases strewn around the room and raising an eyebrow.
"Yes" I whispered trying to suppress the horrible memory. Sookie had been so brave and I just hadn't been fast enough. I had been attempting to cast some kind of protection spell but I hadn't had enough time, I had only needed a little longer and I could have saved us. What had happened was essentially my fault, I was too slow. I had failed my friend, and it may cost her her life.
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SPOV
The sound of my cell door being yanked open woke me from my restless slumber. I had barely enough time to open my eyes before I was lifted up off the floor and shoved against a wall. My back and head slammed into the wall with a sickening thump and the most intense pain rocketed through my body starting at the points of impact.
"Ugh" I gasped and raised my head to face my attacker. The unknown man that had come to see me last time stared back at me, his gaze full of hate. "Back?" I asked giving him noticeable attitude.
"Of course" he grinned "But let's keep that just between you and me." The man took a step towards me and swept his long hair back with a flick of his wrist, and reaching behind his back he added, "This is going to be fun..." Then his arms shot out and pinned my hands to the wall, I pushed against the restraints with all of my strength but this man was built, there was no way I could ever have any hope of fighting my way out of here. He pulled both arms up above my head and held them tight and still with one hand. He reached back and produced a thick rope and I thought, 'This is it, this is how I'm going to die. Down here with this scum.' I pulled and fought against his grip as he tied my hands together, I begged and pleaded with him not to do this to me, I screamed and yelled and eventually my body just gave up. I had no energy left, they had only been feeding me enough so that I would stay alive, and not for any lengthy amount of time either.
I slumped down against the wall and the man, 'Joseph' now the name was supplied to me by his disgusting brain. I protected myself from his black mind, it was one of the worst I had ever heard. It was like a snake pit, all of his thoughts venomous and poised to strike. Joseph dragged me by my hair to the middle of the room and threw me to the floor. I didn't care what he planned on doing but no matter what I wasn't going down without a fight. I kicked at him for all I was worth, a few of my most well aimed kicks actually hit him in the face but that only served to make him angrier and more vicious. Through my flailing he managed to lock my knees and ankles together, and knot some of the extra rope around them to hold them in place. My resolve about not crying in front of my captor broke away and tears streamed freely from my eyes. As Joseph left me on the floor and strode over to the bag that he had dumped in the corner I wondered if it would be quick. How would I be found? Broken and bloody or in one piece with a bullet or knife wound? Would I see Gran when I died? Wait what was I thinking? I couldn't just resign myself to this fate, it was about time that I put on my big-girl panties and faced this problem head-on.
Joseph turned toward me, a long serrated knife in his hand and grinned evilly, his eyes lighting up at the thought of making me scream for help. I squirmed at the sight of him. I gave him what he wanted.
"Help! Help me! Please!" I half screamed, half sobbed.
"No-one can hear you down here" He informed me, advancing on me at a steady rate, the blade clenched in his hand. I struggled against the ropes for dear life but I was bound too tightly and Joseph hoisted me up, holding me above the ground and clutching me by my throat. I let out a strangled scream and he squeezed, cutting off my air supply. I couldn't breathe, I panicked, and gasping for air and did the only thing I could. I kicked him right in the groin with my tied feet and it worked he dropped me instantly, I tried to wriggle out of the bindings and struggled toward the still open cell door. But Joseph managed to collect himself faster than I was able to make my escape and he dragged me back towards him by my ankles. As he pulled me by my feet I heard a sickening crack and heard a hair-raising scream, I wondered where the noise had come from for all of two seconds. Then I felt the pain hit me like a lightning bolt, straight from my left foot and tears rolled steadily down my face as I realized that the scream had come from my mouth.
Joseph bent down and retrieved the menacing knife that he had dropped in his moment of pain and traced it across my cheek drawing a thin line of blood behind it, and the salt in my tears intermingled with the open wound caused only more agonizing pain.
"Now, you're going to stay still or else not only will I kill you but I will bring down everything I have on your vampire. And trust me not even he will be around to tell the tale." He growled at me very convincingly. If there was one thing I knew it was that Eric could handle whatever this man threw at him, but I didn't want to risk it. I didn't honestly know how big this militant group of tFotS was, it could have millions of members for all I knew. And I wasn't about to risk that many coming after Eric and the Louisiana vamps. "Oh and I forgot to mention that brother of yours...Jason right?" Joseph added with malice in his voice. Jason! He might be an irresponsible, stubborn, vamp-hating, womanizing bitten were-panther but he was still my brother. And as much as I disliked him at the moment I couldn't just ignore that, he was the only brother I had. Besides I knew that Joseph wasn't going to kill me...yet. So I stopped fighting his grip and clenched my jaw to hold back my screams as he mutilated my body.
Even though I was lying on the floor of my cell allowing my body to be ripped apart I still mentally scrambled to find a way out, any escape route. If only I could have alerted someone outside of the cell to what was going on right then, if only I had something like... 'The blood-bond!' my mind screamed at me. I breathed a sigh of relief, I had never thought that I would be thankful for the bond I shared with Eric. But I had no idea what time of day it was, it could be the middle of the day for all I knew and if it was then there was no way that I would be able to get through to Eric when he was at rest. So I prayed that it was still night-time out there and sent all of my fear, anger and pain through the bond with the thought 'Come find me...Please.' I couldn't believe that I had just mentally begged to Eric after what he had done to me, but honestly I would take dealing with Eric over this anytime. I clenched my teeth and tried to ignore the pain as Joseph bruised and tore open my skin.
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EPOV
I started awake from my daytime stupor underground, knowing full well that it was still the middle of the day, but feeling Sookie's emotions incredibly sharply through the bond I could feel fear, anger and agonizingly intense pain. And when the thought 'Come find me...Please.' ran through my mind I was so shocked that all higher brain function seemed to come to an immediate halt.
That wasn't my thought, it was obviously Sookie's. But...that was impossible...right?
I didn't have time to ponder that sudden, confusing revelation, I realized as I felt the pull of the sun tugging at my consciousness once again, and I vowed that as soon as first dark arrived I would find my bonded and deal with the disgusting swine that was causing this kind of reaction in her.
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