Chapter 4 Sookie

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I woke up to the wonderful smell of fresh coffee. I wondered how long Amelia would stay with me this time. I loved having someone with me, but I loved the silence of living alone as well. Maybe I could get her to work on quieting her thoughts. I noticed Sam wasn't in his usual spot. I hoped he wasn't being filled in on last nights activities by Amelia.

I popped a couple of pills in my mouth and got dressed. Amelia was anxious for me to join her for breakfast. "Hey Sookie! I was wondering how late you would sleep in." she told me while jumping up from the table.

"We were up pretty late and those medications help me sleep. When did you get up?"

"You know me; I was up with the birds." She smiled brightly and handed me a mug of coffee. "I made some scrambled eggs if you want some. Just pop them in the microwave."

Gosh she sure is good, making me coffee and breakfast. "Girl you are too sweet." I told her. Her reply was something along the lines of a "psht". I put some eggs in the microwave to warm up and grabbed a biscuit from a basket that Sam brought over a few days ago. Sitting down I ate and listened to Amelia chatter in her head. She was dying to ask me about Eric and Quinn. I decided to let her sweat it out a little. I think she sometimes forgets I can hear her. She was thinking that it wasn't a coincidence that Octavia insisted they visit me last night.

"Oh Sookie, Sam came by about an hour ago. I told him that you had a rough night and that I would have you call him when you were up. I thought for a minute he might argue with me, but instead he said "You better take real good care of her", bossy isn't he? Sheesh." Amelia got up to rinse out her coffee mug.

"Well I'm glad he has a day he can actually do something other than sitting around with me. It has to be boring for him, keeping poor ol' me company all day. I know he has been slacking with the bar too." I said happily. It isn't good for the owner to be gone all day; sure he was there at night. Still he needed to be there and he needed to take care of himself.

"So what brought ya'll out here last night?" I asked Amelia quietly.

Amelia hesitated a minute. I was trying to stay out of her head, I swear. "Oh you know, just wanted to see how you were holding up and all." She wouldn't look at me though. Even without my telepathy I would have known she wasn't being honest, well totally honest. I am sure they really did want to see how I was doing. I knew if I didn't respond she would tell me everything, you have to know how to work her.

"Ok, so that's not the only reason." She took a deep breath, held it a minute and let it out loudly. "Louis can occasionally feel or know things about people. It's quite useful really. Like he can't actually "see" things, but he just knows." I some times wondered if some witches could have extra powers, like knowing or seeing things. I guess you would call them Seers. "Anyway, he had Octavia call me and tell me we had to come and see you last night. She called me the day before. I asked why we had to come, I honestly planned on staying in New Orleans at least another month or so before I decided if I wanted to come back." She gave me a guilty look when she said that. I didn't hold it against her, I completely understood. "Octavia told me about Louis, she made me swear to keep it a secret. He can't control it, he can't make it happen. Once in a blue moon he will just know something. I knew you would pick it out of my head eventually though. Like you always say, I'm a clear broadcaster." She smiled at that, like she thought she was special. She likes getting compliments, no matter how odd they seem.

Curious I asked, "So what, like he knew something was going to happen to me?" I don't think he would particularly care one way or the other if something did happen to me. So last nights fight couldn't have been the reason. There is no way any of them would bother helping Eric or Quinn. He didn't seem callous, but we aren't friends and witches don't have a good relationship with most vamps. Me being bonded to one made them hesitant about me as well; even though I have Amelia as one of my best friends.

"Yeah." Was all Amelia said. Once again I knew waiting her out would be best. So I gave her my best "I don't care" look and got up to wash my dishes. She was definitely anxious and her thoughts were saying that whatever it was would freak me out.

Authors Note

I know this is very short. It's sort of my way of showing you I am working on it. I have a few different versions of what is going to happen. I should have it up next week some time once I figure out the one I want to go with. I am So very sorry for taking over a year to update, but life just gets in the way of things like this. I know exactly where this will end, just not 100% sure on the getting there. I am torn between angsty or not. Either way it will be a little angsty and drama filled. Thank you for reading.