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In this chapter...Selena finds herself responsible for something huge, and then finds herself battling her inner feelings!
Here's Chapter 5! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 5
I woke up around 12:00 in the afternoon the next day. For the first time in god knows how long, I felt refreshed. After falling asleep in Eric's arms, I slept peacefully without another nightmare. I guess I felt safe with him. My subconscious must have been too preoccupied with the fact that he was with me that it didn't have time to allow me to have another nightmare.
After brushing my teeth, and getting dressed, I made my way downstairs. I felt as good as new, and nothing could ruin my great mood. Well, at least that's what I thought. When I made it to the bottom of the stairs my great mood was ruined.
"Selena!" Sookie exclaimed.
"Come in here! You won't ever believe this," Rachel said, motioning for me to hurry up, and sit down next to her.
When I walked into the living room, I realized that they were watching the news. Whatever possessed them to do that was a total mystery. None of us ever watched the news for any reason what so ever. I sat down on the arm of the chair that Sookie was sitting in.
"Why are you two..." I started, but Rachel cut me off.
"Just be quiet, and watch."
Normally I'd protest, but the sound of Rachel's voice made me turn my attention to the tv. Sookie pushed the unmute button, and I listened intently to the news. What I heard literally knocked me off balance, and I fell off the arm of the chair, shocked beyond belief, onto the floor.
I picked myself up off the floor after a few seconds. My eyes widened, and I swallowed hard. "Oh shit! It's my fault all my fault!" I thought frantically to myself. "I should of just listened to everyone, and stayed out of it."
The main report, headline, or whatever you want to call it, was about the hookers that had been kidnapped, and had gone missing. Apparently, when the sun rose this morning, and the police went to investigate the alley to make sure that there were no signs of trespassers having been there, they discovered the mutilated corpses of the three hookers that had been reported missing.
I started pacing back and forth in the living room, frantically. It was truly all my fault. There was a slight possibility that those hookers could still be alive. If only I hadn't went there the other night. The maenad was probably pissed that I had escaped its hold, and as a method of revenge it had mutilated the hookers, and purposely left the bodies in the alley to be found.
Well, there went my great mood out the damn window. My goodness! When will I ever catch a break? First, Drake, and whatever happened in San Francisco, and now this? Life as I know it was changing drastically.
"Selena..." Sookie and Rachel both said carefully not wanting to pry much while trying to get my attention. They had both sensed my guilt.
I turned, and looked at them. "What?"
"It's not your fault, Selena," Rachel said to me in an assuring tone.
"Really? Because everything seems to lead to me being the guilty party!"
"Selena, you didn't know that this would happen," Sookie said to me.
Well, she was right about that, but I still couldn't help, but feel responsible for those three hooker's deaths. Ever sense losing my memory it seemed as if I had always lost an important part of myself. Before whatever happened in San Francisco, I was a cheerful, happy, independent 21 year old. And, now? Now I was a guilt ridden, pathetic, loser. Never in my life had I felt like this before.
~True Blood~
That night Sookie, Rachel, and I got dressed up, and went to Fangtasia. We had become regulars since we returned from San Francisco. Even Sookie, if you can believe it! Her hatred for Eric had died down a bit after the events of San Francisco she told me. Of course, I had no idea what events she was talking about, but I'd trust her, and take her word for it.
The first thing I did when we arrived at Fangtasia was went straight for the bar. Rachel and Sookie went wherever they went. I didn't really care where they went or what they did at this point in time.
I was a veteran to the bar now, I guess you could say, and as soon as I sat down I had my usual placed in front of me. I half smiled at the vampire bartender, and chugged down my drink. I placed it back on the bar, and signaled for a refill. Luckily, Eric had a tab for me. Whenever I had the money I'd pay him whatever I owed him. He insisted I leave it alone, but I one up-ed his insist, and told him I'd pay him back every penny. I didn't want him to have something to use against me if need be in the future.
After everything that had been happening since I arrived in Bon Temps...I needed a drink. Many drinks, to be honest. Believe it or not, there always was a slight part of me that occasionally wondered what my life would be like if I had stayed in San Francisco to begin with or moved to Miami with my mom or Bulgaria with my dad after I graduated college. I guess, I'll never know.
Once I received my second drink, I turned around on the bar stool that I was sitting on, and looked towards Eric who, of course, was sitting on his throne. I couldn't help, but always think to myself every time I saw him, what'd it be like if I had my memory. I'm sure things would be way different than they were now.
Downing my second drink of the night, I decided to leave the bar before I drank way too much. I stood up and made my way over to Eric. All the way over to him all I could think of was how I wanted to throw myself at him.
"Selena!" I scolded myself. "It's the drinks talking!" "Besides, you're suppose to wait until your memory returns, remember," I told myself.
I stopped once I was in hearing range of him. Two drinks were trying their best to make my decisions for me, and I wasn't having any parts of it. The farther away from him the easier it was for me to keep control of myself.
"We need to talk," I told him.
"Don't we always?" he asked, raising a brow.
I rolled my eyes, and made my way to his office. Once we were both in the office, and the door was closed behind us, I got straight to the point.
"I need your help. Apparently, the maenad, whatever that thing is, is mad that I survived the attack, so it killed those hookers that it had kidnapped, and now I just get this weird feeling that the thing is after me or something, " I laid it all on the line.
"The only thing we can do is offer it a sacrifice," Eric told me.
I raised an eyebrow, "What kind of sacrifice?"
"It depends," he answered with his arms crossed, leaning back against his desk.
"On what?" I asked, moving a step closer to him. I just had to be closer to him. It was as if an unseen force was pushing me to him. I used every ounce of self control that I had left, adn forced myself to back up.
"On what it likes most."
"How do we know what it likes most?"
"We don't."
"Then what do we do?"
"We...we don't do anything. I'll take care of it. You just stay out of the way in the mean time," he said, practically ordering me.
I scoffed, "You know I won't listen to you."
"If you knew what was best for you then you would," he said, pushing himself off of the desk, and walking over to me until he was towering over me.
I looked up at him, surprised by how close our faces were. I could feel his unnecessary breath hit my face. Going by instinct, I turned my head quickly to the side, and quickly stepped back away from him.
"Let's say for argument's sake, I don't know what's best for me. Then what?" I asked, trying to get my mind off of wanting to kiss him.
"Then you'll possibly get attacked by the maenad again, and this time you probably won't survive," he answered me with all honesty in his voice.
We stood there in silence for a moment.
Before I could do anything I would regret later, I said, "Well, I should go and find Rachel and Sookie." I didn't give him time to respond, I just turned, opened the door, and flew out of there. Jeez, that was a close one!
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