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Chapter 17
Just Do What I Say
GPOV
King Aaron, even though he wasn't very enthusiastic about my departure, had acted like a reasonable man and didn't push me to stay. I left his estate and kingdom with the assurance that the door to his territory will always open for me. This promise somehow calmed me down because I was expecting some trouble with Sophie Ann in the future… Either way, I was finally granted some peaceful time but a different kind of peaceful then I had been used to earlier.
I have been hiding for the last few months but now I am ready to move on and take more from life. And from Sookie. I am definitely going to take from Sookie anything she is willing to give me. The fact that I am feeling like some giddy teenager isn't lost on me but I don't care. After fighting down my depression, I was ready for an adventure. I hoped that Eric and Sookie would be my guidance during that journey.
The fact that our little telepath has been staying with Eric both calmed and excited me. She was safe with him and of course, she would be close to me when I would meet with them. And I was meeting them tonight.
My things were packed and already waiting for me in the private jet. I was planning to fly during the day and land in Shreveport minutes after sunset to make surprise Eric and Sookie. I left Dallas with a clear conscience since I was sure that Isabel would take control of everything, including taking down the Fellowship. I was leaving politics and all this drama behind and I was going to enjoy myself. Preferably with Eric and Sookie by my side.
When I woke up during touchdown, I frowned, sensing Eric's and Sookie's emotions. That was not what I had hoped to feel from them today.
Eric was annoyed and getting angry.
Sookie was already angry and getting furious.
I sighed, closing my eyes. How predictable it was - both of them were as stubborn as mules; it was no wonder that they were fighting. It looked like I was about to take up my job of peacemaker again.
I dialed Eric's number during my drive to his house and I was greeted by a very strained 'Hello'.
"Eric, what's going on?" I asked and my child cursed under his breath.
"You're in Shreveport," he stated and I refrained myself from mocking him. Was he so enraged by Sookie that he didn't notice?
"Yes…"
"Good, maybe you will be able to talk some sense to this infuriating woman!"
I heard Sookie's gasp of outrage and I smirked. "Me? You are the infuriating one! You… you vampire, you!"
I shook with silent laughter at her yelling and Eric's sigh. "What did she do?" I just asked simply that amused by their childish behavior.
"She thinks it's a good idea to go on an orgy with a bunch of potential killers. And with a fucking shifter no less!"
Well, I didn't see that one coming.
SPOV
Stupid, arrogant, high-handed, handsome asshole!
I groaned mentally for my unintentional slip. Not handsome - just asshole, I reminded myself.
"I have it under control!" I argued, stomping my feet but Eric raised a finger at me and threatened me silently.
"I want nothing more than to put you over my knee and spank you…" he hissed and I gasped, outraged. How dare he threaten me with his barbaric behavior?
"You would never dare!" I told him firmly, raising my head proudly. He would though; I saw it in his eyes. "That was something you call an investigation… I was trying to find out who murdered Jane!" I said defensively and I turned my back on him.
It was true; I'd played Nancy Drew earlier. But there was nothing dangerous in it, I swear.
When I had woken up after snuggling with Eric, after a very disturbing erotic dream where Godric and Eric were playing the leading roles, I decided that there was no way I was staying with him in his guarded bedroom and watch his peaceful face. His damned vampire blood made me hype-sensitive and I lost trust in my willpower. It was hard not to molest his immobile body as Eric was lying there looking like some… angel. A perfectly built, handsome and sinful angel. I swear, I have never expected that there is anything like a book example of six-pack but one shy look under the covers at his abs showed me that it's more than possible.
So I basically ran from Eric's house, borrowing one of his cars and drove to Bon Temps. According to Lafayette, people were acting crazy and I needed to learn how bad it was. Someone had murdered poor Jane and my heart was breaking, thinking about her son. The boy loved his mother even though she kept on embarrassing him almost every night by getting drunk with cheap whiskey at the bar.
I parked in back of Merlotte's and prepared myself to meet Sam. He acted like a jerk but he was one of my most trusted friends. I was not planning to give up easily on friends, not even on Tara who had ruined my house so I was not going to blight Sam's chance.
People seemed not to notice me when I walked into the bar where Sam was cleaning the glasses. He raised his gaze to me and the biggest, the most relieved smile appeared on his face.
"Cher, thank God, you're fine!" I gasped when he almost ran me over and closed me in his tight bear hug.
"Uhm… Sam, can't breathe…" I murmured into his chest and he seemed to notice that his enthusiasm can be quite suffocating. Pun intended.
"Sorry…" He moved me back to arm's range and gave me a look see. "You're fine…" he repeated, shaking his head. "I'm sorry for what I said to you… I didn't mean to sound like an ass; you're a good girl. I was just worried."
I would lie if I said I wasn't pleased with his apology. "You acted rude," I admitted. We had more important things on the plate right now though. "But Sam… What's going on here?" I jerked my head at Maxine Fortenberry who was in the middle of her third ice-cream dessert (if the empty bowls were any clue).
Sam sighed, shaking his head and leading me to a booth. He sat in front of me with a troubled expression on his face and began his tale. I was listening to every word and my eyes were getting bigger and bigger.
"Everybody seemed to lose their restraints. Maxine is a sugar addict, Andy has started to drink again, Tara was partying hard… I know she ruined your house Sookie; I'm so sorry, by the way. It's the woman, Mary Ann, she was… not entirely human, Cher."
"She's maenad, Eric told me," I interrupted and Sam gave me a funny look.
"Yeah… " he murmured.
"But what about Jane?" I asked, glancing towards her usual spot at the bar. She will be not visiting us anytime soon.
"It was horrid. Sheriff found her near the lake… I will spare you the details. You have to know that there is no investigation going on… Andy and Bud seem to have better things to do." We sat in silence for a moment and Sam finally cleared his throat. "So I was thinking… Tara quit and the bar is busy…"
I huffed. Seriously? "No Sam, I won't cover for her." That's why he's being so nice to me? He needs hands to do his work? "I have a house in ruins; I need to attend to it and I am going to use my free time."
"Sookie, I didn't wanna sound like that, it's just…"
I only raised my hand, indicating that there is really no time for his excuses. "I will just eat some fries and then I will be going." Sam opened his mouth but I gave him a cold glare and he sighed and stood up.
"I'll be right back…" he mumbled, walking to the kitchen and I took my time watching the patrons. There were not very many people in the diner, four in total, and when I checked their thoughts, everyone was focused on something he or she most desired. In the case of Mrs. Fortenberry, that desire was ice-creams.
I propped my head on my hand and looked outside at the empty parking lot, thinking about all the things that would have to be done with my house. Cleaning up all this dirt was a priority. Then, some painting probably, buying new windows… Everything needs to be washed and some of my clothes need some good washing with anti bacterial soap …
"Sookie?"
I jumped, the hearing a whisper next to my ear. Mark Spencer was one of very few persons that could surprise me. Something in his mind was so… unnoticeable. And he was absolutely creepy, by the way. I knew about his foot fetish and unfortunately, about his desire to have me participating in it. I forced a smile and apologized for my jumpiness.
"No problem, no problem…" he murmured and sat down next to me. I almost glued myself to the wall just to put some space between us. "I didn't know you were back, Sookie."
"Yeah…" I cleared my throat and risked a glance in his head. He was thinking that I should have been wearing red sandals instead of sneakers, no surprise there. "I'm home… What's up?" I asked casually and Mark rubbed his hands.
"We had fun here for the last couple of days…" he told me, waggling his eyebrows. Oh, I knew about the fun they had had. In my damned house. "I really regretted that you couldn't… participate."
"I was with you in spirit. You know… because you were in my house?" I said angrily but he completely ignored me.
"Hmmn… Me and some friends of mine are planning to meet tonight." He moved closer to me and I found myself trapped between him and the wall. Sam, where are you when you're needed?
"Oh?"
"Maybe you… would like to join us? Now, when poor Jane is out of the picture, we need some extra hands to help." Mark giggled and I felt some sick curiosity. Jane had been meeting with them?
"What kind of meeting is it?" I asked and one glance in his head told me everything. My mouth hung open and I tried my best not to slap him. I have been invited to an orgy!
"A pleasant meeting, a meeting where such a beautiful girl like you would enjoy herself," he explained with a suggestive smirk and my eyebrows raised higher. That was simply sick - he has known me for my whole life!
I cleared my throat, trying to gather my thoughts. What if one of Mark's guests is responsible for Jane's murder? That could be a chance to use my curse and do something good for once. Find a killer!
On the other hand I would rather eat a mud pie than allow anyone to touch me. Any physical contact's out of the question… Maybe Eric would go with me? Yeah sure… I can imagine his face at my suggestion. "Hello Eric, would you like to be my plus one for an orgy party?" I would see no end of teasing…
Maybe Sam? He's strong and feels that he owes me… I believed he could keep me safe. Folks can be less intimidated by Sam than by a giant Viking as well.
"I will be there," I told him overly excitedly and Mark smiled broadly.
"Wonderful! We meet at nine at my house." he said as a goodbye and eventually all this conversation had led me here – standing in front of a furious Viking.
"You have no right to speak to me like that!" I reminded Eric one more time, folding arms on my chest. Thank God Godric was on his way, I was sure he would support me. Eric was just acting unreasonably.
He muttered something under his breath and I swear he looked like a caged lion while pacing the room. Although, I was sure that no matter how angry he got, Eric would not strike me. At least as long as my butt was out of the way.
"And you have the right to plan things behind my back? With some stupid mongrel?" I put my lips in a tight line and didn't answer. "You think he'll protect you? That useless dog?"
"Could you please stop insulting my friend?" I hissed at him and Eric stopped dead in his tracks, turning to me with his fangs down. This time I jumped a little. Uh, he was really, really pissed.
"Friend? Was he your friend when he called you a fangbanger?"
That was a painfully low blow. I couldn't deny that Eric had a point though. "I still don't forgive him…"
"But you're going to an orgy with him?" One eyebrow raised sardonically and something flashed in his eyes. "You aren't going."
My mouth gaped open at his commanding tone. "Excuse me?!"
"You. Aren't. Going." He repeated slowly and it was my turn to dream of smacking him. I opened my mouth to argue further but the noise of opening doors interrupted us.
I felt almost triumphant when I turned and went downstairs to greet Godric. My enthusiasm deflated when I stood in front of Eric's maker. He was angry too and, for some reason, the cold fury that emitted from him was far worse than Eric's yelling.
"Sookie, is that true?" he asked and folded his arms, measuring me with a very disappointed expression. Not even hello, just more accusations.
"Wha…" I turned to Eric who was smirking at me victoriously. "He dragged you onto his side!" I groaned petulantly, shooting Eric a dirty look and turning back to the ancient vampire. Godric was still waiting for my answer. "Yes, I am going to the orgy." I raised my hands in a sign of annoyance.
"You are not going anywhere," growled the Viking and I barely stopped myself from kicking him.
Godric sighed and shook his head at both of us. The frustration that was visible on his face made me feel guilty for some reason.
"Dear One, your idea to go there and investigate is very good…" I felt my lips turning into a big smile and Eric's shocked expression was one of the funniest I have ever seen. "… but you are not going there with a dog." We were back to square one. I folded my arms again, barely stopping myself from stomping my foot. "If you're planning to participate in some orgy, then it will only be with us at your side." added Godric and his shit-eating grin was like a promise of trouble.
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