Title: Dead Lost
Summery: Eric left a year ago, but now Sookie's being pulled back into his life. The initial mystery Sookie is asked to solved is over come simply, but now Eric wants to start over with Sookie, will they be able to get it together, or will the year apart and the changes that came with it drive them apart for good?
Pam/Sookie Friendship, Eric/Sookie eventually-like you had to guess.
Rated: M.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words I write. The characters, themes and products most likely belong to someone else, except for any names/persons not mentioned in True Blood or the Sookie Stackhouse novels.
AN: I forgot to mention, my Sookie has had time to think about a lot of things and has changed a bit since Dead Reckoning, I hope you like my Sookie!
Thank you so much for the reviews/alerts/favorites. If I haven't replied to your review, I will soon. Fanfiction went all wonky on me when I tried to reply.
I stepped back and let Pam into the room, tucking my hair back over my ears, only to have Pam brush it back over to examine them, "interesting." She said, mostly to herself, and then she circled me, inspecting everything she could, her fangs still descended.
"Pam? You're looking at me like I'm dinner." I say, pointblank, "do you mind?"
Her fangs retract with a pop and her eyes meet my eyes, "they've gotten bluer." She says, "and you look…younger."
I shrug, "not surprising."
"Tomorrow I want to know everything that is changed. I'm going to run some errands I need to and then come back and go to bed, have a good evening Sookie."
I suppose I may have rushed into accepting Pam's, or was it the Queens?, offer. But I was itching to get out of Bon Temps. I had been here for a year, just going through the motions, and changes. The only people I saw were the people at the bar, my cousins and the kids. I needed a break from normal. I'd had enough of it for now.
Sure I was nervous, at meeting Eric and his new wife, even after what happened between us a part of me still clung to the belief that he still loved me. The fight was stupid, and I blew it out of proportion. He was offering me the only protection he could, and I knew that.
"Sookie, I'm not leaving you." Eric says again the anger seeping into his words, "I don't have a choice."
"Ha! That's a load of horse shit! You and I both know you have a choice, just because our bond in broken doesn't mean I don't know!" I yelled back, clearly not as calm as my 'husband' was still being.
"Sookie, please calm down." He said through gritted teeth, "You're over reacting. I'm not trying to-."
"You asked me to be your pet. You're pet! You know how much that hurts?" I scream back, cutting him off, "Don't you dare pretend you don't have a choice, and don't you dare treat me like I'm some…toy! You do that enough!" my anger bubbled over, and exploded like a volcano
"Sookie…I'm sorry." He says, reaching toward me,, I step back and he pulls his hand back to his side, "I didn't mean to offend you Sookie…"
"Eric, just go. I can't talk to you right now." But he won't leave. He stands there, "Why do you want me to come with you? The bond was your way to what, claim me? My power? The marriage, you said was for "my own protection". Do you really love me?"
He looked, passive; his face didn't change, "Do you?" when he doesn't answer I dropped my gaze to the floor,, hiding my tears, "Eric Northman, I rescind your invitation to enter my home."
He silently left the house, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving me alone, tears streaming down my face. All because of his stupid maker. I drop to the floor, in the middle of my living room, leaning against my couch, letting the tears roll down my cheeks.
I heard the door open I didn't say anything, assuming it was Dermot, so I wasn't expecting the blonde vampire sit down beside me and cautiously put her arm around my shoulder, holding me-although uncomfortable for her-while I cried.
Thinking about it now, I blew up, bad. I had been so upset about a lot of things when Eric suggested I leave my life behind and come live with him, yet another person trying to manipulate my life, I exploded.
The only thing that haunted me was that he didn't answer me; he didn't say he loved me. But he didn't say he didn't love me. He just refused to answer. I could take that one of three ways, he didn't want to admit his feelings-not likely, he didn't love me- iffy, he didn't want to make his leaving harder-probable.
Either way, I was over it. And a person needed my help. Why wouldn't I help? It was the right thing to do, regardless of who I was helping. Besides, I'd been dying to know just how pretty she was, I wasn't fooling myself I knew she was probably gorgeous, but I had to know. One of those weird things about me.
The next night Pam drove us at top speed to the airport, in her blue rental car. She was telling me everything I would need to know, and some stuff I was sure I didn't, about the Queen, personnel, how the mansion ran, and how I'd be able to leave the mansion and return during the day. By the time we actually got to the airport she had steered the conversation back to my surprise from last night.
"When did this start happening?" she asked, motioning toward my ears, that were hidden behind my hair to keep the pointed-ness from the humans eyes. "I don't recall seeing those a year ago."
"It started a few months after Eric left. I'm assuming it's because the vampire blood was out of my system and the bond was gone." I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable.
I could feel waves of a strong emotion roll off of Pam, and my best guess was anger, "I noticed the scent first, Sam, Jannalynn and stray vampires that came in were the first to notice it, and I noticed them noticing it. I started practicing tamping it down. The scent from Dermot and Claude was bad enough. Then the ears started, and then I could completely turn off my ability. To hear people."
"Can you read vampires?" Pam looked away from the road and at me, my heart beat jumped a little.
"No!" I shrieked, half because the thought of being in their heads was scary enough, if I could actually do it?, and the other half because she was driving without looking at the road.
"I was just asking." She replied, laughing as she, thankfully, pulled the car to a stop, "I'm going to return the car, wait for me there." She pointed to some chairs and I obediently went and sat in them, Pam returned a few moments later and pushed me through security and into a seat on the plane.
We were the only people on the plane aside from the personnel, Pam had booked every seat on the damn plane, I was surprised she didn't have a personal jet, "we have to make a stop in Arkansas, to pick up our witch."
"Alright." I answered, stretching out in the seat, Pam stretched out across from me, and for the first time I noticed the vampiress was in jeans, a tank top and heels. She watched me, going from head to toe, examining me once more. This time more like a specimen on a doctors lab table than like I was dinner.
"So, have you obtained any new powers I should be informed of? If so now is the time."
"Well, besides my telepathy and Supes increased interest in me; I can heal minor wounds. I can glamour too, just like you guys. I guess that's why vampires could never glamour me, I can see the in dark now." I pause, trying to remember anything else.
Pam hummed, telling me she was listening, "and I can levitate, that's about all I can remember happening."
"Well, if anything comes up please tell me, okay?" I nod and pick up my book, Pam turns her attention to her book reader, and the ride is silent until we touch down in Arkansas at 8. Pam moved quickly through the airport, dragging me behind her and muttering in another language, I guess our witch was supposed to meet us here, and didn't show up.
She rented a car and tore down the roads to a rural area with abandoned, empty, dilapidated buildings until we pulled up at one that looked completely out of place. A well built, well kept, painted, house.
But something else felt weird about the house.
"Great." Pam said, looking down at her pumps, she pulled them off, tossing them in the backseat, and stepped out of the car, waving for me to follow her. The ground was wet and squished under my tennis shoes; I was disgusted with the squelching sound almost as much as I was amused by it.
We walked up onto the porch, Pam knocked on the door and when nobody answered or opened up, she kicked it in stepped inside and tugged me close behind her. I didn't bother asking why she could just walk in.
"Vera!" she called out into the house, nobody answered her. "Stay close to me." She muttered, crossing the enterance way to a door by the stairs, she pulled it open and started down the stairs, I rushed after her.
Half way down the smell of incense hit me, hard. The smell engulfed the stair well and made my eyes water, I could feel the magic, it vibrated through the room, and made the air pop and crackle, "Pam.." I whispered, nerves eating at my stomach, what were we about to walk into?
"It's okay. Whoever was here is gone now." She hits the bottom of the stairs and halts so quickly I bump into her, she grabs me so I don't fall back down onto the stairs.
I look past her shoulder, my eyes adjusting to the dark quickly. There, lying on a three cushion couch, curled up in a ball with her feet on a table and her hip hanging in the air, was a girl who couldn't have been a day over 18.
Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful and youthful. Her hair was a curly mess and hanging around her face, from what I could tell it seemed…purple. The air around her vibrated, I could tell something was around her, protecting her. She looked peaceful, and hardly aware that anyone was in the room with her.
I glanced around the room; on a table next to the couch was a lot of incense burning, as well as a few candles. Pam stepped up and laid her hand on the shimmering barrier, it rippled and the incense flickered.
"Pam." I grabbed her arm and pulled her back as the flames shot right through where Pam had been standing. I knew that would happen. I didn't now how. Inside the sleeping girl barely twitched. I wondered if she was breathing, but then again the barrier was still up.
Pam gave me a look of surprise that I had yanked her back and off of her feet, my strength and speed had improved a bit I guess? I hadn't noticed much, because I don't haul stuff around.
Pam stared at the candles and then pulled a water bottle off of the table at the girl's feet, she dumped the water on the candles, the barrier around the girl went out and she jerked up, eyes black as coal, solid black, no whites or any other color, she looked scary, I almost jumped.
"Oh, Jesus it's just you Pam." She sighed, settling back down on her couch, her black eyes trailed over to me, "who are you?"
"Sookie." I answered. She nodded before standing up and stretching, her half shirt revealing very intricate tattoos, there were spirals crawling up her right side, and another weird design up her left, with lines, curves and dots, they met in the middle and created a sort of image of two dragons fighting.
"I'll be ready in like…30 minutes." She moved past Pam, without touching her, and went up the stairs. Pam grabbed my arm and dragged me up the stairs behind her and into a living room, or at least I assumed it was. The only piece of furniture was the couch that we were sitting on now.
When the girl reemerged I could finally get a clear view of her, she was around Pam's height and build. Her hair is long and purple with black underside, she has it pulled into a braid which revealed that her ears are pierced 8 times each, and she has a tattoo on her temple that I can't quite see, her lip is pierced on the left and her nose is pierced in the middle, her eyes were now fading from black.
She was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a shirt that read "you say villain like it's a bad thing" with a small spot under it that said "universal studios". The spiral tattoo ran down her leg and to her foot, the tattoo on her left side seemed to stop elsewhere because her left leg was unmarked.
Even with the tattoos and piercing's and dark eyes she still looked very young.
"Ready?" she asked, shoving a phone into her pocket, headphones hung out of her shirt and I could see the outline of an iPod in her pocket, Pam stands up pulling me with her, she grabs the young girls arm and drags us both from the house, with haste.
On the way back to the airport Pam had a very angry conversation in what I would guess to be Swedish, on the phone. I also guessed it was Eric on the other end of the phone. I sat silently in the passenger seat, and silently in my seat on the plane.
When we finally land in Oklahoma it's about 11, a limo is waiting for us outside and we slid in, Pam hands us each a file and we read over it. She went missing 3 days ago during the day, estimated time 10am, she went missing from the kitchen, nobody else was around, and the queen didn't know why she had been out of her chambers.
"So I'll be needed to recreate what happened, and she'll be needed for…what?" the girl cast me a sideways glance, I narrowed my eyes at her.
"What she is doing is none of your concern Vera." Pam replied coolly, I glared at the vampire too, but dared not argue, "Do you need anything at the store you two? Or did you fully pack?" her question was mainly addressed to Vera.
"No. I've got everything I need." Don't be such a bitch. I was shocked the thought busted through my shields. I bit my lip to keep from laughing at the witch pouting in the corner of the limo.
Everyone fell silent and I found myself staring at the witch, her eyes were a beautiful shade of hazel, they glowed against her pale but freckled face, framed by blonde lashes. She seemed to glow faintly, much like the vampires.
I glanced at the rings in her ears, they all sparkled, blue, green, pink, orange, yellow, black, red, and grey. It made me double check that my hair was over my now pointed ears. I turn to Pam and study her features; her blue eyes and blonde hair were still the same, but her eyes burned with a fire I hadn't seen.
The new Sheriff of area 9 was actually looking younger, even though she was at least 200 years old.
I could feel the witch's eyes burning into the side of my head; I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. She was openly watching me, her eyes burning black, she was trying to get in my head, I slammed her out and she tried not to look startled.
She bowed her head slightly in apology, "we're here." Pam broke the silence that had filled the ride here. I turned and looked out the window; the palace was rather large, I could clearly see that this state was run a lot different from the rest.
Several vampires were on the grounds, I could feel at least 50 inactive brains, and 25 Were brains, and several humans. With a low sigh from me the car passed into the gates and Pam stiffened.
Pam got out first, I followed her and Vera got out behind me, most eyes were on us, I kept my back straight and my eyes forward, the attack of thoughts was unnerving, but the only way I could shut the brains out completely would let out my scent, I dealt with it, and pretended I couldn't hear them.
Pam lead us up to the door, down four hallways and into a huge throne room, perched in one of the chairs was a woman with black, pin-straight hair and dark eyes, she scanned across the three of us and then her eyes settled on Pam.
"Pamela." She said curtly, "introductions." Pam bowed her head and then lifted it enough the look at the two of us.
"This is Sookie Stackhouse," I bowed my head, "and Vera Lestrang." Her last name was pronounced, les-traang. I noticed she bowed her head, but just barely, "the witch and telepath that I've found to help locate Li-." Her voice stopped and her head snapped to the side.
Her blue eyes sparkled with joy, even though the rest of her face remained trained to do nothing, I waited for Eric to enter the room, but he never did, and Pam continued her speech.
Vera and I covertly examined the room, the queen seemed to take no notice to our action, or if she did she simply thought we were admiring it. When in reality we were both checking for quick exits, make shift weapons, cameras and guards.
By the time Pam was done speaking I had played out at least 10 scenarios and found 6 weapons, as well as two more pulled from Vera's head, then we were ushered out and sent to our separate rooms, Vera's was right beside mine in the human quarters. I could feel all of the human brains falling to sleep, but one thought managed to push into my brain, noon. Be up at noon.