Chapter 6

I do not own any of these characters; they all belong to Charlaine Harris.

Sorry this took so long I was getting ahead of myself.

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I awoke a little groggy; I hurt too. I hadn't noticed hurting in a while. I mean after the war I hurt every day, but with Eric's blood and rest I healed pretty well. Today I was sore and achy and all of a sudden I was in a terrible mood. I sat up in a huge bed and looked around the bright room. Amelia and Raul sat at a table and talked over books and papers. They noticed me pouting at them after a while.

"Morning Sookie," Raul said. I sat and stared at them some more.

"Yep, it's definitely spa day." Amelia winked at me. I stuck my lower lip out a little bit more, but she just smiled at me.

"Fine.' I said "but I need breakfast first." Amelia dragged me down to a where the hotel had a continental breakfast. I ate slowly and thought as I chewed my food. I was trying to think of what Eric would do next. I was also thinking that I didn't want anyone at the day spa that Amelia seemed so set on to see my scars. It was bad enough that they were hurting all of a sudden. I was moody all day long. It was only until we stepped out onto the streets and into the sun light that I began to enjoy myself. I sighed. There was so much beauty here.

Little cafe's lined the street. There were flower boxes sitting on little iron gates. The air was a little crisp as if winter was trying to hold on just a little more. Amelia and I linked arms and I was thankful that she knew how to speak French. I would be so lost if she weren't here.

I hadn't noticed until we passed some other tourists that I had let my guard down the whole trip. I had no idea what anyone was saying so it didn't bother me at all. I listened a little more just to see if could make anything out.

It all just sounded like gibberish to me. Except for a few people. I passed this one guy that was sitting in a cafe and all I got was "There". Another time I walked passed a group of people who's minds were all in French, but I distinctly herd one "There." I figured that there in French is similar to there in English.

Amelia had told me that this whole trip was already paid for. I balked at the prices on the menu at the day spa that we ended up at.

"Amelia," I whispered while we sat and waited "You have to let me pay you back."

"No," she told me "my dad promised me a all expenses paid vacation to Europe for my birthday last year and I hadn't used it up yet. Plus, his gift was for three months and we might not even stay a whole month." I rolled my eyes and picked up a french fashion magazine. I grimaced inwardly when I saw each page. All the women were skinny and tall and wearing amazing clothes. Two ladies in white lab coats came and took me and Amelia away before I could get too upset.

I decided that I really liked day spas. I would have to find one in Shreveport or somewhere when I got home. Amelia and I stuck together most of the time. We spent the day getting papered and preened. I was glowing, like when I have some of Eric's blood. Except this time it was purely from the expertise of humans. I smiled as Amelia and I waited for Raul to pick us up. The sun was setting and we had decided not to take any chances.

Raul smiled when he came in to get us.

"Ladies, you both look radiant." Raul was such a sweet talker. He offered us each an arm and led us out to the Porsche. I had this amazing feeling and I really wanted to go out and dance. I wanted to have fun. Amelia did too, and she said as much while we drove back to the hotel.

"No," Raul said "maybe tomorrow once we find out where Eric is hanging out then we can find a club that he wouldn't go to, but its too risky tonight."

"Yeah Amelia, and then we wouldn't get to go sight seeing." I said.

"Hmm," Amelia turned from the front seat to look at me "wanna see the Louvre tomorrow?"

"Actually I really wanted to see the Notre Dame." I told her. I really did. The old and beautiful structure fascinated me. I loved the idea that the old cathedrals were built with gargoyles and statues to look thorny and scary on the outside while the inside was beautiful and sacred.

"Okay, thats fine with me." Amelia said. "The Louvre is pretty tiring actually." I could imagine.

We pulled up into the hotel and I took one last look at the dimly lit street before heading inside.

I wasn't tired. Amelia and Raul had fallen asleep. I knew that even taking a walk outside the room might be bad, so I settled for the balcony. It was breathtaking. The city was still alive and you could see couples walking around together. The white sheer curtains blew inside the room and I herd Raul say something in his sleep. He was a funny guy.

I turned back around to look out some more but I could feel my eyes getting heavy. I looked down to the street and I did not like what I saw. I just hoped I was wrong, or at least that my mind was playing tricks on me. I went inside and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. I doubted that it would have made any difference.

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I put on jeans and a blouse after showering the next day. I was pretty sure that I should dress conservatively going to a cathedral. It was beautiful. The Notre Dame towered as Amelia and I walked towards it. I craned my neck to get a good look at the gargoyles. They didn't disappoint. There weren't really any tours. You could look around and explore, but only to a certain extent. There weren't many people at all. Probably only four families and a few more couples I was surprised. Amelia and I walked around the chapel. I really enjoyed the stained glass. Amelia had decided to light a candle.

I didn't want to invade her space so I explored one of the small winding stair cases. I trailed my hands along the cool stone as I climbed. My legs hurt really bad when I finally reached the top. There was a small window that you could see out, but you couldn't see much. I doubted this was made for viewing the landscape. I herd people coming up the stairs so I waited a bit. I didn't want to cause a traffic jam. I wasn't a good idea. Two tall muscular men came up the stairs. I could tell by their minds' that they were werewolves. One them held rope, and the other a gag. I was pretty sure it was safe to say that I was totally screwed.