A/N- I don't own any of these characters.
"No" I whisper as my left hand clutched my womb desperately, "Please no"
"Miss Stackhouse..." Mr Cataliades comes forward and places a hand on my shoulder, I shake it off and he tries again.
"Sookie..."
"I'm pregnant" I choke on this words and tears burn my throat, "Please...I'm carrying a baby...I can't go to those monsters...not when I have an innocent child relying on me for survival"
"Sookie," Apparently we were on first name terms now "I volunteered to come for you because I knew they would be sending someone regardless, I thought it would be better for you if it was someone you weren't afraid of...someone who would try to make this easy for you"
I sniff and nod to show I understood, better the devil you know apparently- or demon in this case- but still I looked around me, wondering how far I'd get if I made a run for it. I might make it as far as my car and if I got back to the house before Mr Cataliades or his niece, I might be safe.
For a whole five seconds.
I knew I wouldn't make it as far as the next table before the two demons caught me, and even if I did make it back to my house I doubted the spells Amelia had cast would keep a demon out for very long. Even if I did make it to night-time and could call Eric for help there was no guarantee he would be able to come for me, surely he would be surrounded by Nevada vamps the moment they heard I'd resisted. I wouldn't call on the local supes to protect me either, I didn't want a bloody skirmish on my front lawn- again- and I couldn't pull those I cared about into my troubles, not when half of them were under service to Felipe de' Castro with their livelihoods and family at stake.
I laughed at my semi stupid pun, knowing the vampires wouldn't use stakes to kill fellow supes, they weren't fatal to any other being and could too easily be turned onto them and then some poor murderer would be covered in blood and icky vamp bits.
But I was simply distracting myself from the inevitable. I raised my head and blinked rapidly to rid the tears from my eyes. "Do I have to come with you right now?"
He had the grace to look ashamed, "They said I was to pack you into the limo the moment I found you...however" he hesitated,
"If you promise not to make a run for it, I'll let you go home first to pack a bag"
So I was going to live past this day.
"Diantha can travel in the car with me" I offer reasonably and he gave me his version of a comforting smile,
"Of course dear...shall we go right away?"
"Sure, my appetite's gone anyways"
My grandmother's voice was in my head scolding me for being so rude, but then again her etiquette had never covered this situation.
Actually her etiquette had never covered a lot of the situations I'd found myself in since that fateful night I'd met Bill Compton.
But I doubt she would have found that a reasonable excuse for being rude.