Hola. Chapter Four time.
This one's really short, but it's worth it. :)
I wrote this directly after posting my last chapter, and I was going to wait to update, but since it's so short, I figured I might as well just post.
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Chapter Four: Don't Trust Me
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It was a beautiful night out; just the perfect temperature, not too hot, not too cold. I shook my head a little, and took a deep breath to calm myself down. The sky was really clear tonight. It was a new moon; I didn't remember the last time I was out here when that was around. The dog had gone around back, probably because he knew exactly what I was thinking: That this was a horrible idea. Spying on people was not something I did normally. Well, okay, I did use my shape-shifting abilities a couple of times to check up on Sookie – but those were for her own good. I was just being a good friend.
This wasn't really different, or so I tried to tell myself. I didn't want another one of my girls to end up fucking Jason Stackhouse. It always leads to trouble, or some sort, and of course, some stupid girl-like drama that always seems to pool in the corners of the bar until eventually the place is overflowing with pent-up estrogen-fueled aggression.
I hated it, to say the least.
My head kept darting back and forth, not being able to actually watch Emily make out with Sookie's brother. It made me sick, really, to see such a smart girl fall down so hard – and end up with him. Then again, what the hell did I know? I wasn't the smartest person when it came to relationships either. Maybe she does have the right idea. Give it a shot.
I shut my eyes as I heard a moan, growling a little under my breath. I was annoyed at the scene to my right. Of course, there was nothing I could really do about it. I felt a weird sense of déjà vu over the whole situation. I shook that thought away, wondering where the hell my head was going with that.
I've never hid out as a dog at the side of my bar in order to spy on a new waitress with her tongue shoved in the mouth of Jason fucking Stackhouse.
I growled again.
"Oh, uh, Jason. Jason." I heard Emily say, I was a little afraid to look.
"Yeah babe," he replied, short, breathy, frustrating as hell.
"Hey," she giggled a little, "Stop, stop. I should go."
"Oh, hey, come on," Jason said, "We just started."
"No, we didn't," she said, "It's really late. We should both be heading our separate ways."
"But," Jason stopped, and I looked around the corner, his face was priceless. "Wait – are we done? Is that it? We're not going to do-"
"Oh, you really are dumb," she said, laughing a little, "That's not what I meant."
"Oh," he said, leaning back a little and smiling.
She laughed some more, "You really are adorable," she looked down, "Maybe. I don't know. I would like to get back before your sister wonders where I went." I didn't know whether to be excited or mortified. She may see him again, but she also thinks that what she's doing in stupid – most likely in all forms of the phrase.
"But it is," he said, pulling her forward, "You've seemed to have enjoyed yourself so far."
"Shut up," she said, pushing him back a little, he stumbled back against his car.
"Wow," he laughed, "You're pretty strong."
She sighed, "I know," and shrugged, "But, I really should be getting back, I don't really want your sister to know the level I've stooped to."
"Stooped-"
"Yes, stooped." She laughed again, "Good night, pretty boy."
He watched her as she walked away, muttered a goodbye. I growled again, knowing exactly what was running through his head – that was all too familiar. She started walking back towards Sookie's, and I ran out from behind the bar. I trotted up next to her, and sat there for a second. She didn't really seem to notice my appearance.
I walked up and bit and nuzzled the back of her leg, emitting a small bark in the process. She spun and sighed, "Oh, a dog. Huh," she paused a second, "I didn't know Sam had a dog." She knelt down next to me, looking me in the eyes, "You're cute," she rubbed my head. I was so glad dogs couldn't laugh.
"I used to have a dog a little like you," she stopped, "Okay, that's a lie. She was nothing like you. A tiny little… terrier thing. You just seem like a smart dog," she laughed, "That I'm… talking to."
She stood, and started walking away, "Bye, Pup."
I followed her.
"Oh? You're going to walk me home? I guess it's better you than Jason …" she looked down at me, "I can't believe I did that. Well, I can, I guess, I mean… he's… well… he's impressive, physically, of course. The weird thing is, he's not even my type."
Once again, I found myself wondering what exactly her type was.
"I don't know. I drag myself all the way out here, I find somewhere where I may finally be able to just settle down for a while. Just, take a break from all the insanity, you know? I could just be another person here. Obviously, that's not going to happen."
I started to feel bad. She really did think she was talking to a dog. I felt as though I was invading her privacy, like this wasn't something I should be doing. At all.
But, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't really explain, I just really wanted to hear her keep talking.
She took in a breath, "I like it here, though. Every one's great. Sookie's… I have no idea what the hell Sookie is as an individual but I would not trust me as much as she does if I were her. Jason – well, you may have seen how friendly I am with Jason," she said darkly, biting her lip before going on, "Hell, even Bill was nice to me. And Arlene and Sam – Oh! You want to hear something totally ridiculous?"
She actually waited for me respond so I made a little huffing sound.
She laughed, "This is going to sound so stupid but, tonight, at the bar, I was looking at Sam." My ears pricked up, of course. "And I kept thinking that he… reminded me of something. And," she paused, "This is going to sound so weird," she put a hand to her face, "But… I kind of think… he looks like a dog."
I didn't know whether to play dead, run away, or do whatever my laughter translates into when I'm in dog-form. I kept walking, but my mind was racing with questions, oddities, and mainly wondering how I did look like a… dog. At the same time, I was a little… satisfied. She spent time looking at me in the bar today – and Jason did have the right idea about one thing, the girl was gorgeous.
"Oh, that did sound stupid," she laughed a little, "I mean, I'm not saying he's unattractive or anything," she tried to explain, I could feel myself smile inwardly, "It's just… the way his hair is kind of floppy and falls down in his face… and he's all… what's the word I'm looking for? Um… scruffy, yeah, I guess that's the word. And – of course – there's his eyes. I mean, he just seems so…" I was hanging onto her every word. It was so weird, having someone just describe their opinion of yourself directly in front of you. I didn't know what to think.
"I don't know," she said, "It's just a feeling."
I looked down, and waited for her to keep talking. She was quiet for quite some time. I wanted… well, there were so many things I wanted to do right now, and none of those things would have moved in my favor, I couldn't help thinking. I knew I should go, we were getting closer to Sookie's; I could just dart into the forest or something.
I couldn't make myself do it though. I was captivated by her. It was the way she talked, always like there was something I wasn't getting – something so obvious or important that I felt like an idiot. I just felt like it was something I needed to know, whether I deserved to know or not.
"But," she said, "That's not important."
Yes. Yes it is.
She laughed to herself, "I like it here, I think. It's nice, quiet, a good contrast from the city. I mean, the city's nice, but… I'm glad I'm gone. I needed to be gone, but it still feels good to be free of all that." We reached the house, and she walked up the steps and sat down, looking at me.
I walked up and sat in front of her. She was so… pretty. Her hair fell in front of her face, eyes gleaming under the porch light. I moved a paw anxiously.
"You're very odd for a dog, you know," she said, leaning forward and petting my head, hand moving to the side and scratching my neck. I swallowed; it felt really good.
"I don't think I can invite you in," she laughed, "Sookie might be a cat person for all I know. I'm guessing Bill will let her come home soon…" her hand stopped. I leaned into it, but she still didn't move.
"Shit," she muttered, "I've got to go inside," she slid down a step, "Tell Sam I said Hi," she finished with a little scratch behind my ear, then got up and walked inside. I sat there for a second, looking around, before running back to the bar.
I changed back and grabbed my key on top of the chair beside the door, and walked inside quickly.
I grabbed my underwear and pulled them on, switching off the light as I fell onto my bed.
"Hi," I said, moving my head back in forth in some form of disbelief, "Fuck me."
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Whoot! Chapter five's coming soon, probably in a couple of days.
I hope you liked my new chapter, which came very, very quickly but was still really short.
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