When I reached Bill's I ran to the door, knocking loudly. "Jessica!" I yelled. She answered the door with blood on her face and her dress was open in the front exposing her bra. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I had no time. "What is it?" She asked. "Do you know where Bill and Sookie went?" I asked, she nodded and scratched her head. "Um, the French restaurant off of Dole's drive." She said. "Is something wrong?" She asked. "I'm not sure, yet." I sighed and ran out of the door.
When I got into my car I drove faster than I felt comfortable doing. When I got to Dole's drive I slowed a bit. There was a old oak with lights hanging from it, I stopped in front of it. The restaurant was there, but Bill's car wasn't. I pulled into the lot and ran inside.
The place was empty, but it was from the vision I had seen. The chair still lay on the floor. A small woman with a French accent walked into the room. "Do you know Mr. Compton?" She asked me. I nodded swallowing hard. "Did you see where they went?" I asked her. She shook her head. "No, no, I've been out." She claimed, I brushed past her picking up the chair, our skin touched. She really hadn't seen anything.
I left and drove back home thinking of what I could do about this. Go to the police? Maybe not. Jessica, she'd want to know if her maker was missing. Jason would also want to know that Sookie was missing. I pulled over trying to focus. I wished and pleaded for some kind of sign, I needed to know what happened to Sookie, and if she was okay.
The car was full of men, Bill was in the backseat with silver wrapped around him. Sookie was knocked out in the front. They drove along a dark road passing only one thing, a huge billboard that was old and not used any longer. But there was graffiti on it. Saying: Vamps SUCK!
Thinking for a few seconds after I resurfaced from my vision, I realized had seen the billboard before, on my way in from Blanchard. That was when I started to feel like the visions were helpful.
I started the engine and drove down the road watching for Bill's car. I drove for about an hour before I found something. There were trees parted as if something had crashed through it. I pulled over and jumped out of the car. It was very dark out there so I used my cell-phone as a light. The terrain was viscous and if the car did crash here, it would be completely totaled. I had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. The feeling engrossed my whole body when I found Bill's car flipped over at the bottom of the steep hill.
"Oh god." I breathed as I ran over to peer inside. There was a body, a tear fell from my right eye as I pushed in my cell-phone to illuminate what could have easily been Sookie's lifeless corpse. To my relief it was a man, the driver of the car. I drug him out of the car looking for a pulse. As I put my fingers on his neck, I could feel his skin pushed up in a weird way. I looked at it more closely, it was a symbol of some sort, I went to the sketch pad on my phone and drew it the best I could in what dim light I had.
I didn't bother calling the police, I just wiped his neck with his shirt to make sure I didn't leave any evidence of me being there behind. The climb back up the hill was terror to my limbs. When I reached the top I got in my car, since I was pretty close to Shreveport I decided I'd ask Eric for help. He did owe me one, well, I owed him my life, but he still didn't pay me for what I had done.
Fangtasia seemed to be closed, but I knocked on it's door anyways. Pam answered with a wry smile. "Oh what a pleasant surprise." She breathed looking…pink, she didn't sound pleasantly surprised at all. "Nice to see you to Pam." I said, she moved out of the way so I could enter. Eric stood next to the bar wearing a suave black suit. "Ella, what brings you here?" He asked. "Bill and Sookie are missing." I said, his face didn't change in the slightest way. "Are they now?" He seemed to be very uninterested in my problems. There was something about the way he stared at me, I could see that he was angry about something.
"Yes, and I found Bill's car, and a dead man in it. He had this branded on his neck." I laid my phone down on the table. "I can't help you." He insisted. I didn't believe him in the least bit. I grabbed his hand and got one word that was too much for him to hide. Werewolves.
"Werewolves?" I asked him, his face darkened instantly. "Here's what I know about werewolves. There's a reason their existence has remained a myth to humans for thousands of years. They're territorial, vicious, pathologically secretive." He was sure of this. I didn't even think werewolves were real, but in a world that held vampires and shape shifters. I guess it could make a good place for such things as werewolves.
"Can you help me get Sookie and Bill back?" I asked him. "No." Was his final answer. I felt degraded, and completely and utterly hurt. "Well, I guess I'll be finding them myself!" I hissed and stomped towards the door. Eric cut me off with his stupid vampire speed. "You'll just get yourself killed." Eric whispered knowingly.
"So what?" I said walking back to the table realizing I had forgotten my phone. He was in front of me again. "So you want to be slaughtered by some backwoods werewolves? That's really how you want to go?" The way he said it to me was just hateful. "I'm not as dumb as you think I am." I growled feeling my hands start to shake. "No, but your human, for the better part, anyway." He said, frowning.
"If you won't help me as you say you won't. Then I'm going to do it myself." I started out again, but again Eric stopped me. "Your life is to valuable to throw away." His face changed then, only for a second, he looked as if he cared. As soon as he realized his cover had been blown he straightened himself up and walked to the other side of the room. He sat at a booth and waited for me.
When I sat down he looked at me for a second analyzing every aspect of my face. "How do you propose we find them?" He asked, I heard 'we' and I felt my heart miss a beat. I ignored my dumb teenage girl impulses. "Why the hell would I come to you if I had a solid plan?" I asked him, he rolled his eyes. "I don't think I can help you without any critical information." He sounded cold and professional.
There was a dull stabbing in my chest. "Eric, Sookie was in that car, it would have to of flipped at least four times on the way down. I don't know if she could've survived that." I said feeling even more pain. "My mother, my gran. They were taken away from me unfairly. Now Sook and Jason is all I have." I felt the pain grow by every word as the truth spilled from my lips.
"I don't think I can take much more of this." Tears fell down my face, and I stopped myself. "Don't, don't do that." Eric sighed. "Sookie helped you! She almost died!" I yelled uneasily. "Can you really be this heartless?" My question was kept unanswered as Eric just stared coldly at me. This time, I left and nobody stopped me. I got in my car and drove back home sobbing like a scolded child.
When I reached the large empty house I walked up to my room sluggishly. Tears still fell down my cold face as I tried in vain to call Sookie once more. Her phone went straight to voicemail. I threw my phone on the bed and went into the bathroom.
I undressed and stepped into the shower. I pulled the curtain and turned the water on. It ran cold for just a second then it warmed a bit. I stood under the steady stream of water for about ten minutes, letting the warm water wash away my tears. Then I heard the door creak. I turned with a jerk, not wanting to open the curtain. I listened for footsteps and heard nothing. But I saw a large shadow in front of the curtain. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. Did someone come for me too? I pondered over what it could be until. "My my Ella, you really should lock your door." Eric purred close to the shower curtain. I automatically covered myself to my best ability.
"What the fuck Eric?" I growled feeling overly abashed. I didn't know what to do. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen so many women-" I cut him off. "I know you have!" I yelled. "But you're not seeing this woman." I added. I cut the water off and waited. I could see the large shadow he cast as he walked to the shelf. He picked something up and put his hand slowly around the curtain. I held my breath. He pulled it over a little and pushed the towel in. I snatched it from his hand and wrapped it around myself quickly.
I stepped out of the tub to see Eric still in his black suit standing against the vanity. He wore a smile on his face. God, he was bi-polar. "What the hell do you want?" I spat pushing past him. "When I told you earlier that I didn't know much about werewolves, I lied." He said. "Shocking." I huffed sarcastically. "In 1944 Godric and I were in Germany hunting them down. We caught one-" He smiled at the thought. "She told us that their master was a vampire." He spoke the last part with anger. "Okay, so what? That tells me nothing." I said picking clothes out of my bag. "It gives us a lead." He whispered.
"Why were you hunting them down?" I asked Eric. "Not relevant." He spat quickly. I sat on the small bench that was in front of the window. "Fine, did you find out who the vampire was?" I asked him. "No, sadly I never did." He looked off into space. I got up and went back to the bathroom, and this time I locked the door.
Eric stood outside of it waiting for me. I dressed and brushed my hair. When I was done I walked out and went down stairs. Eric followed. "So, why are you here anyway? Can't be that your guilty conscious was bugging you." I mumbled. "I knew they'd be after you. We vampires are living in a time where you can't afford to be messy. As much as I wouldn't like to admit it Bill was smart in making the wolves wreck the car. He left behind crucial evidence." He said with a wry smirk. "Never send a wolf to do a vampire's job." He muttered and walked to the front door.
It made me angry that Eric could just walk into this space and declare that he stay. That was what he did, he told me in a very dramatic way. "I'm going to protect you." I stuck my tongue out at him when he told me and fell onto the couch. He stood at the door for a while, I just laid on the couch staring at him. There was something about his face, his features that I could never get used to. I felt like I had seen his face a million times. But, when I looked at him that second, there was something new about him.
Three hours passed and it was close to sunrise. Eric was about to leave when there was a loud sound in the back. "Stay here." He spat and ran to find the culprit. I got up and walked to the hall to at least see what was coming. When I did I heard a growl, a loud, deep, and vibrating growl. It was behind me, I turned around to see a wolf, it was gray and brown. It's teeth were barred and very intimidating.
"Good doggie." I said while I put my hands up and backed to the front closet, I knew gran kept a gun in there. She was worried about being all on her lonesome out in the woods with a couple of kids, and she was smart enough to be prepared. I don't think gran had evil werewolves in mind when she got the gun, but a shotgun could work against that too. As I had my hand on the door knob to the closet. I could hear another growl rip out of the wolf. When I glanced back at him, he jumped for my throat.