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"Stop jiggling her. She's gonna toss her cookies all over us." Amelia glared at Jason. "Why again was it that I asked you to help?"
"Well gee I don't know Amelia? You seem to be stock full of bright ideas lately," Jason grumbled under his breath. "and they call me stupid. Sooks finds out about what your doing and she is going to chew on your ass like a cow chewing cud. It ain't gonna be pretty Ames."
"I don't think anyone asked you what you thought numb nuts." Amelia shifted until she could get Sookie held more secure under her arms. "You just be the brawn and let me worry about being the brain."
"Yes ma'am. Whatever you say ma'am." Jason glared at her, picking up his pace. This had to be one of the stupidest things he had ever agreed too. Well, not counting the time he almost got arrested for breaking into Bud Dearborne's squad car and leaving a blow up doll. "You should tell her Ames."
"If your conscious is getting to you Jason, you tell her." Amelia tried to balance Sookie so she could open her bedroom door. She jumped back in dread when Sookie slipped and her head hit the floor. Jason looked at her in shock, still holding Sookie's feet. "Holy shit!"
"Sookie?" Amelia knelt beside her, patting her face. "You alright Sookie."
She mumbled something unintelligible and tried to roll over. Her movement was hampered by Jason's grasp. Her eyes opened for a minute trying to focus. "Jason, brofer, why you holding my toosies. I wanna sleeeeeep."
"Fuck" Jason mouthed at Amelia dropping Sookie's legs as quick as possible. He shrugged his shoulders when Amelia glared at him. "You're dreaming Sook. I'm not even here."
"Uhm, kay. " Sookie said passing back out.
"Shit, you don't think she'll remember do you?"
"Jas, Sookie is drunker then cooter brown." Amelia opened the door, then ran in to turn down the bed. She pointed to Jason, then to Sookie, indicating to bring her in. "Even if she does say something, we'll just tell her she dreamt it."
"You are one crazy bitch Amelia." Jason laid his sister carefully on the bed. "She is going to have one hell of a headache in the morning. We should leave her some water and aspirin out."
"I'll take care of her Jason." Amelia pulled the covers over Sookie. She then ran to the bathroom and grabbed a cup filling it with tap water and tossed a couple of tylenols into the palm of her hand. She placed the items on Sookie's bedside table. She glanced down at her friend and pushed the hair out of her sleeping face. "She is going to be fine. I promise."
"If you say so." Jason harrumphed.
"I do say so." Amelia doused the candles in the room and pulled Jason out behind her. "Everything is going exactly as planned. You just have to trust me."
"I'm do trust you baby. I just wish I knew everything you were doing." Jason tugged her close and kissed her softly on the lips.
"I can't tell you everything Jason." Amelia said between kisses. She trailed her hands down to cup his ass. "Everybody knows you can't hold water. The less you know the better."
"I can hold my water just fine. I ain't pissed myself since I was knee high to a June bug." he growled against her lips.
"Oh honey, its a good thing you're hot." Amelia snickered. "I meant you can't keep a secret."
"I can so." Jason demanded. "I ain't told no one about us have I."
"Baby your good when it comes to deceit with woman but think for a minute," Amelia purred against his ear "if you knew everything that I do, you might let it slip to Sookie. What if you were thinking about it and she overheard." She caressed his chest when she saw he was getting his feathers ruffled. "If she overheard something about you and I, she would just think it was your over active imagination. This though, she would be all over like white on rice. We just can't chance it Jason."
"I guess you're right. It just don't sit well with me is all. I wish I could learn to block her like you do." Jason picked Amelia up and threw her in a firemans hold over his shoulder. "Nuff about Sookie tonight. Whats say I take you home and show you what else I'm good at doing with women."
Sookie woke up to the sound of someone pounding on her door. She rolled over and glared at her alarm clock. It was entirely too early for company after the night she had. She thought about ignoring them but the persistent knock was making her already aching head feel worse. It felt as if she had hit it against a brick wall. She rubbed a particularly sore spot at the base of her skull and found a lump. She didn't remember hitting her head but hell at this point anything was possible.
She made her way gingerly out of bed. Her hands automatically shielding her eyes as the morning light was too bright for her. She searched around, looking for her house coat only to realize she had slept in it. Her gown was skimpy but with the benefit of the robe it wasn't too bad. She couldn't find her house shoes anywhere though.
Barefooted she padded down the stairs. Every move was jarring to her whole body. She felt like she had been ridden hard and put to bed wet. The last thing she could remember was slamming whiskey in the kitchen with Amelia. Nothing else was coming to her at the moment. She had no clue how she had even gotten to bed. She guessed Amelia helped.
Sookie made it to the front door just as the delivery man was turning to leave. He turned around as she tried to clear her parched throat. The look on his face did not bode well for her. His eyes started with her feet and made there way up to her face. He kind of did a side to side shake and forced a smile on his face. "Ms Stackhouse?"
"Yes. Can I help you." Sookie self consciously smoothed her hair down, trying to tame to wild mess.
"I have a package from you." The man grimaced and held out a clip board with a signature card in place. "If you'll just sign here I'll be out of your hair."
Sookie stopped herself from reaching up again. Instead she took the clipboard and signed as quickly as possible. "Hold on and let me get money for a tip."
"No ma'am. Thats quiet alright. It's been taken care of." The man took the paperwork back and presented Sookie with her package. "You have nice day ma'am. Hope you feel better soon."
"Thanks." Sookie crinkled her face in confusion. She took the package out of his hands and waved goodbye as he beat haste to his truck and burned out of there. "What the hell was that about?"
Sookie entered the house intending to start some coffee. She caught a glimpse of herself as she passed through the hallway. She looked like something the cat had dragged in. Her hair looked dirty and was in snarls. Her once perfect makeup was smeared. She had remnants of mascara and eyeliner caked under her eyes and creases from her pillow marred her face. She looked a hot mess...and what was that smell? Oh God. She smelled worse then she looked.
She dropped the package on the table and decided she would have a shower first. A piece of cloth peaking out of an envelope on the table, caught her attention. It was hot pink and looked glittery. Curious she picked it up and pulled the fabric out. She separated the tiny piece until she could make out what it was.
Amelia's voice came to her out of the blue. Pam had left something for her. Here is was. A frigging g-string. The front had fangs on either side. The middle taunted, in glittering letters,"Wanna see me sparkle?"
She dropped them faster than a whore's drawers. "ewwwww." Sookie rushed over to the kitchen sink and scrubbed her hands until they were red and squeaky clean. "Frigging Pam." She muttered.
After setting the coffee pot up, she went to take a shower. She avoided all mirrors along the way. She dropped her clothing as soon as she entered the bathroom. She had full intentions of burning them later. She knew she could never wear them again without the thought of last night traipsing in.
She scrubbed her hair twice and damn near made her skin raw with her thoroughness. She didn't leave the shower until the hot water gave out and forced her to remove her shivering body.
Sookie wrapped a towel around her and grabbed some fresh underclothes. She dried off as quickly as possible and pulled her them on. She snatched a pair of freshly washed jeans up and a blue tank top. After she was sufficiently dressed she tugged a brush through her hair. A silent cry welled up inside when she noticed it was Eric's. That would go on the burn pile as well.
Sookie gathered all of the things from the previous night and piled them into her clothes hamper. She slid on a pair of clogs and marched down the stairs through the kitchen and out to a safe area to start a burn pile. She dumped everything out, then scurried to gather matches and gasoline.
She placed the gas can by the burn pile then unwound the hose from the house. She turned it on and doused a circle around her makeshift pile. The last thing she needed was a fire getting out of control and Bon Temps finest volunteer squad showing up. She didn't know how she could even begin to explain what she was doing.
Satisfied that the surrounding ground was soaked enough, she tossed the hose aside then picked up the gas can. Silent tears ran down her face as she splashed her gown, candles and Eric's brush. She moved the can a safe distance away, then struck the match, igniting a flame. With a flick of her wrist she set it all on fire.
She watched as the flames consumed its spoils. The smell of the scented candles erupted into the morning air, making her feel nauseous at their sickly sweet aroma. She placed a hand and her churning stomach and tried in vain to bite back the taste of bile.
Sookie fell to her knees and shook violently as she emptied the contents of her stomach. The taste of soured whiskey making her gasp and cry out. She heaved until she thought her insides had been torn out. The racking pain did not subside until the last article fell into burning ash.
Sookie stood and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She reached for the water hose and doused the now smoldering ash. She needed to get a shovel and clean this mess up but was too exhausted to try at the moment. She left everything as it was and headed back to the house.
Sookie bypassed the kitchen and trudged up the stairs to brush her teeth. Once she had accomplished that task, she took a long hard look at herself and didn't like what she saw. She gazed into eyes that she barely recognized. The blue of her iris looked dull and lifeless. Her skin was an unhealthy pallor. She looked worse then she felt, which was hard to believe.
No wonder Eric doesn't want me she thought. Gone was the innocent young girl that he use to know. In her place was a hardened woman, with steely cold eyes and part of her soul missing. How had she let it come to this? Gran would be ashamed if she could see her now. Then again even a mighty oak crumbles if pummeled enough. And Sookie had been beaten down more then a time or two.
She was pulled out of her musing by the sound of her cell phone. Sookie followed the sound and found it buried under her bed. How it had gotten there was anyone's guess.
She knelt down and retrieved the phone. She saw from the screen that she had missed ten calls and had just as many text messages. Curious, she flipped the screen open to see that nine of the calls where from Pam and one was from Eric.
Excited that he had tried to call her, she punched in the code to hear her messages. The first call was heavy breathing. Second sounded like Pam saying her kitty, kitty. The fourth and the fifth was so obscene that Sookie deleted them right away. Thankfully the next few were hang ups. The very last message was Eric.
"I need you. Come to me." Eric's sultry voice came across the line. Goose bumps tickled her flesh at the sound of his voice. It sounded so much like her Eric that she wanted to jump in her car and head to Shreveport. She knew it couldn't be though. If Eric was in his right mind he never would have left last night. She wasn't setting herself up to get hurt by him. There was no way she was heading there without some kind of back up plan.
She saved his message then moved on to the text.
Pam: The more you play hard to get the more I want you.
Sookie quickly respond to the text:
Not playing. You can't get this!
Pam: Did you get my present? picture attached. Click...Sookie almost dropped her phone. There was Pam, topless, kneeling on a bed with a seductive pout on her lips. Her hands were cupping her breast and the only thing she had on was the g-string.
Sookie: Didn't anyone ever teach you its impolite to re-gift. I don't want your nasty drawers.
Pam: Can Sookie-Cat come out to play? I have some nummy treats for you.
Sookie: Your treats are not what I want. This kitty cat ain't biting.
Eric: Why does my house smell like you?
Sookie:Your house smells like me because I am your bonded, ASS!
Pam: Bet you can't guess what I'm doing?...ung.
Sookie: Ewwwwwwwwwww
Eric: Answer me Sookie!
Sookie: I did.
Eric: Playing hard to get is beneath you. You will yield!
Sookie: I have yielded to you. You are just too stupid remember.
Pam: Playing hard to get makes me want to get underneath you. picture attached. Click...Pam a hand extended out in a V. Tongue lodged in the groove.
Sookie: That looks unsanitary.
Pam: What takes a licking and keeps on licking?
Sookie: I DON'T CARE!
Pam: Me! Wanna cum see?
Sookie: HELL NO!
Sookie tossed her phone on the night stand, noticing for the first time that Amelia had set her out some water and tylenol. She picked up the tablets and washed them down with the tepid water. She just prayed that they stayed down.
Sookie knew that she didn't need to take medicine without putting something on her stomach, so she headed back to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and some toast. She damn sure couldn't take anything heavy today. Along the way she peaked in the guest room and saw that Amelia wasn't there. She wondered if she had decided to sleep over at Jason's. Lord knows, Sookie wasn't good company last night anyway. Amelia had first come up with the idea of staying there so her and Eric could have some privacy. Jason was out of town on a fishing trip with some friends, so it seemed like the perfect idea at the time.
After placing some bread in the toaster, Sookie poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a timid sip and hope it stayed down. This was one of the reasons she hated to drink. She sucked at hangovers. Just about everything made her ill. Unlike Jason that could drink like a fish, puke his brains out and still be able to eat a full course meal first thing in the morning. It wasn't fair.
Her gaze caught the package that was laying on the table. After her one "present" she was a little scared to see what was in there. She picked it up turning it a few times but didn't see a return address. Eying it like something was going to leap up at her, Sookie poked it a few times. Once she was assured that nothing was going to get her, she retrieved a pair of scissors from the junk drawer and began cutting it open.
Once the wrapping was removed, she found an interior box that was from an up scale store in Shreveport. They carried everything from shoes to jewelry, clothes and exquisite lingerie. Eric had bought her some wonderful pieces there a while ago. Eric, Sookie thought and ripped into the rest of the package.
Inside was a beautiful strapless bandage dress. The color was magenta. Not a color that Sookie would normally choose for herself but it was gorgeous. The neckline was sweetheart in design, her favorite and sure to make the girls look fabulous. The material was of something made to cling to her curves. Sookie placed the dress beside her on the table and dove back in the box. Silver gladiator shoes with a four inch heel and a clutch bag where included. No lingerie was included. Hell with the way that dress was made to grip a body, there wouldn't be room for it anyway.
On the very bottom of the box was a plain white envelope. She broke the seal with trembling hands anxious to see what was written. "Your presence is demanded tonight at Fangtasia. 10:00 sharp. Do not be late."
There was no signature on the card. Just a demand. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had sent it. She only knew one underhanded, cocky bastard at Fangtasia and that would be Eric. She didn't know what she had been hoping for when she opened the box. Maybe an undying letter of love, or I am so very sorry lover, I was a fool...but no, she gets Eric the Neanderthal and his demands. Well too bad. She was not going there and giving him home advantage. She would be an utter idiot to do that. At Fangtasia, his word was law and if anything got out of hand she was so screwed. Not to mention what if Pam were there making moon eyes at her...shudder.
Sookie shredded the card into pieces and threw it back in the gift box with the dress and shoes it had been sent in. She shook her head mournfully and bit back tears. She refused to cry anymore today. She scooped everything up and headed outside. It seemed as if she just got some new things for her burn pile.