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Home Sweet Home	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 2948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own, profit, or pretend to originate True Blood or its characters. All rights belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

Chapter List
- 1-Home Sweet Home
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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Sookie stared into the frosty green eyes of a red haired woman; wearing a black silk cocktail dress that was seriously disheveled with rips and tears. Her stockings had more runs than hosiery and her haughty air was evident by the smirk her blood stained thins lips sported. She'd never seen her before but something about the way she sniffed the air and hungrily snarled, told her she'd find out soon. Sookie so didn't have the patience for this.
"Who the hell are you and what do you want?" She snapped, getting fed up with her acting all weird and turned on.
"Oh I think you're more than worth what I had to put up with tonight." The woman sighed out, fixing her falling French twist, and winking.
"And that would be what?" Sookie asked, looking at this female vampire like she had a screw loose.
The woman cocked her head to the side and darted her eyes around as if she heard something. She laughed a musical sound like tiny silver bells shaking on Santa's sleigh and hushed her rapid slew of speech to Sookie's widened blue ribbon gaze.
"Tell the Viking game on-" Red and dirty rushed out. "I so like a challenge."
And with that she disappeared.
"Well that was fucking strange." Sookie said to herself.
"What was?" Eric asked, landing on her porch with ease.
Sookie appreciated his formidable stature; standing all tall over her, making her feel like a delicate flower. She ignored the tingle in her center, licking her suddenly dry lips furiously; trying to focus on what just happened and why she needed him.
"Some woman- a vamp, was just here." She told him. "But really I don't have time for that right now." Sookie's voice sounded exhausted. "I need your help."
Eric tensed, sniffing around and getting pissed. "Describe her!" He demanded.
Sookie huffed. "Red hair, green eyes, in need of a shower." She put a hand on her hip. "Said to tell ya game on- whatever that means." Sookie said, stepping out onto the porch still babying her injured foot. "My brother Jason has been bitten by some demented Were Panther in Hot Shot- he's being held there against his will and I need your help to go get him."
He put one of his large hands to rest on her shoulder. She looked at it and then him with an eyebrow raised. Eric couldn't focus on her main concern, too upset with what he knew to be trouble brewing. "She said that huh." He spat, and then switched to cursing in Swedish; at least from his tone she guessed he was.
"Yeah- she did. Eric, did you hear me?" Sookie said concerned. "My brother…"
"Yes- got that." Eric responded wryly.
Sookie noticed his worried demeanor and couldn't resist giving him boon of comfort. It must be his blood, she told herself, making her snake her arms around his midsection in a hug; willing him to relax. Yeah, that's got to be it, she mentally chanted over and over; ignoring how right and safe it felt.
"Who was she?" Sookie asked him curious.
If Eric was surprised by her friendliness he sure didn't show it. He'd learned long ago not to question this woman's actions over much or try to make sense of her fluctuating moods; and besides, he was enjoying it immensely.
Eric breathed in her jasmine scented hair and kissed her crown in familiarity, like they did this all the time. He held her in this rare unguarded opportunity.
"My queen." He gritted out finally.
Sookie craned her neck up, as Eric being a good six foot five and all, she had no choice. "What does she want?"
He held back from her and reluctantly eased her arms off from around his body, ignoring her query, and asked a question of his own. "What was that about your brother again?"
She got the hint, and decided to ignore his evasiveness- for now. "Were Panthers, Hot Shot, my brother Jason." She repeated.
"Why was he taken again?" Eric asked with disinterest.
"Cuz this bitch Crystal claimed him as her mate."
She was sore about his air of coldness about the matter; as if this issue was nothing to him and irrelevant. "He ain't smart enough Eric, believe me, to have given consent."
Eric nodded having remembered Sookie's brother from the Fellowship brawl not too long ago. "You're too kind to him Sookie." Eric conceded gently. "He's borderline retard by anyone's standards."
"Don't go there!" Sookie warned. "Jason might not be the brightest bulb in the box but he's still my brother."
"Touché." Eric said.
Sookie felt self-conscious all the sudden under his intense scrutiny. She was too aware of his presence. His expansive chest and muscular arms were right within reach and too tempting for even a devout nun to avoid. Why he did this to her she still couldn't figure out and because it was more comfortable; she kept blaming his blood; running dancing circles within her, turning her sturdy mind to pottage, and her poor heart to mush. Eric had been off limits for so long that now that things had changed and he was available to her, she wasn't sure how to act around him.
"So what do you think would be the best way to go get him?" She asked curtly, wishing for the close proximity of his embrace again.
"You amaze me." He admitted with high esteem.
It would seem no matter the situation or how battered Sookie was, she would always be ready for a fight- a quality rare and well respected by his kind.
"Fancy talk will get you everywhere." Sookie joked.
"I'm serious."
She swallowed a hard lump in her throat.
"Don't do this." Sookie pleaded. "I'm barely treading water right now as it is."
Eric leaned into her, preying on the vulnerability he sensed. "Yield to me Sookie." He begged. "I can smell your arousal- I know you want me."
"That's neither here nor there right now." She declared. "I need to know my brother is safe- please Eric…help me."
He straightened up and resisted the urge to take her right then and there against the doorframe- like his instincts screamed for him to do. Eric considered the situation and mulled over the possible solutions to rescuing her brother. Honestly he couldn't care less about the breather- but it was important to her. So he gave it his all.
"We can go there now and scope out the area," He suggested, "But of course if your brother has been bitten, he might be better off where he is until he gets used to the change." Eric ran a hand through his blond hair reflectively. "It might be best to let things stand for a bit Sookie."
"Not happening." Sookie exclaimed.
"Okay- okay." Eric easily agreed. "Let's go."
Sookie noticed he was expecting her to jump on his back and blanched.
"I'm scared of heights."
He beamed at her confessed weakness, knowing it cost her to admit it, and bent down to whisper seductively into the shell of her ear. "I have this annoying habit of protecting my assets." Eric preened. "Don't worry- you will be safe."
Sookie had no choice but to take his word for gospel. She went around him.
"Oh and by the way," He teased, after she hopped up and secured her legs around his hips; placing her arms around his broad shoulders in a death grip. "Don't get too used to this. In the future- you most definitely will be underneath me."
Before she could give him a comeback he took off; his husky laughter reaching past the wind whipping her ears. Sookie's eyes squeezed shut and she thought she could vomit; but even scared and ill, she had to admit, she liked his sense of humor; her smile nestled against his shoulder blade.
They were only airborne for a couple minutes, but to her it felt like eternity. His smooth landing into an apple orchard, had her sliding down his back onto wobbly legs, and crossing her eyes with dizziness. Eric surveyed the area giving her time to get her bearings. He tipped his head up and closed his eyes, using his sensitive ears to gauge if any humans were afoot on the property of the old farm. Being satisfied, he turned to her.
"Ladies first." He said smoothly, extending his arm before him like they were entering a high class vineyard.
Sookie was leaning against a tree, falling in love with it as it was immobile and the rough grooved bark certainly wouldn't snatch her three thousand feet into the air; but she shook off her lingering motion sickness and gave Eric a curt nod that spoke volumes. It said without saying let’s do this.
He grinned.
Sookie marched past him with her back straight, her gait as steady as it could be with a sore foot, and her head held high in confidence. That is until she tripped over an overgrown root snaking the dirt in her path; sending Eric to speed over and catch her; preventing her from falling on her face. Oh yeah, she wasn't feeling all high and mighty now- in fact she was downright embarrassed.
He was holding her in what looked like a low dip of a waltz, cradling her upper body, and hovering his face above hers. "Like I said before." Eric murmured low, giving her goose bumps and making her wish that this really was a dance, and not just another one of her- "make a fool of yourself moments"- that plagued Sookie ever since she'd learned how to walk.
Eric leaned his lips down closer to hers, tickling them, before finishing his statement. "Clumsy."
Sookie actually believed he was going to close the minute gap and kiss her, but found her body suddenly upright instead. Eric was off to her right holding out his hand for her to hold; no doubt to prevent another occurrence. She blushed furiously but took his offering anyway.
Damn blood, she grumbled to herself with venom. When was it going to wear off?
The moon thankfully was in its third phase and almost full, so making out the terrain wasn't horrible for her. Eric probably was seeing in night vision, she mused, as all vamps seemed to have superior sight as well as hearing. His hold on her hand was firm but gentle and she hated how aware she was to his touch. So she did what she did best when uncomfortable- she got bitchy.
"Hey- you wanna slow the hell down? Not everyone has long legs ya know!"
Eric never broke his stride and muttered something unintelligible under his breath, making Sookie yank her hand from his and stop; crossing her arms in petulance, waiting for him acknowledge her. She further scoped out her surroundings while she waited.
The tree line she observed, off in the distance, made the forest surrounding the country landscape look like it was being guarded by Douglas fir soldiers. Sookie saw a shed littered with various barrels and debris- a motion light had been triggered, illuminating the gravel drive by the dilapidated farmhouse; showing some rusted car and truck frames stretched out in a row. The house itself she noticed was reasonably sized, with gray peeling paint and old tar black shingles. The windows looked like they hadn't seen a Windex bottle in years; the orange and brown grime so thick, one might question if glass lay underneath. How quaint, she sneered mentally. Maybe they'd be able to escape with her brother easily; with any luck he wouldn't come back with fleas or tetanus on top of his inflicted mutation of being a Were. At least she hoped so anyway.
Being lost in these thoughts had her realizing Eric was nowhere in sight. What the hell!
A warm breeze was blowing past her arms and legs and the fireflies were buzzing all around her, making their presence known, but her escort had pulled a Houdini- well this just sucks lemons, she fumed.
She was furiously plotting all the things she would do and say to him when a tap on her shoulder had her jumping a foot in place and spinning around with a yelp.
The asshole was smirking again- big surprise.
"Don't take this the wrong way dear Sookie." Eric deadpanned. "But your skills of recon and rescue- leave a lot to be desired."
"Well excuse me Mr. Viking Marine of the Undead!" Sookie spat in a hushed whisper. "Not everyone is an expert on the art of killing, sabotage, and kidnapping!"
"The Marines huh?" Eric said while fighting the urge to laugh outright in her face. "That's not exactly an insult my little hybrid- maybe you should work on that too."
Sookie's face was turning various shades of red and purple, but a noise grabbed Eric's attention; making his humor flee just as quickly as it had decided to visit. He pulled her to him forcefully and placed a finger over her lips to hush her. But as usual Sookie could be thick skulled at times to take a hint .
"Hey!"
Eric's finger was instantly replaced with his palm, and only after Sookie heard voices coming from the driveway, did she stop struggling against him.
"What did I tell ya Earl?" An agitated man's scolding carried over to their ears. "Every blessed goddamn time you get set to mind the little fucker- I catch ya sleepin!"
"I'm sorry Bobby- it won't happen again, promise." A younger more abashed voice responded. "It's that big meal Clarice keeps on feeding me- sits like rocks in my stomach, making me tired- next time I won't eat aforehand."
"There ain't no next time!" The older more gravelly voice yelled with a loud spit at the end; kind of like it sounds when someone uses chewing tobacco.
A door by the garage mechanically opened with loud creaks and groans, shedding more light to left end of the driveway.
Eric used the opportunity of all the noise to pick Sookie up and run with speeds defying human retina registration; bringing them right up against the house behind a thicket of unkempt red berry bushes. Sookie remembered similar ones from her childhood that were lined up along the fence by the cemetery. Her Gran had warned her and her brother, that only the birds could eat those berries, and that they would get sicker than two dogs with rabies if they didn't mind her.
Sookie, always thinking that her Gran was the smartest person she'd ever know, never did touch them, but Jason- hmpff- he didn't believe Gran, figuring if the birds could do it so could he.
A week of nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea afterwards; sure did cure him of his arrogance real quick though.
"Yer just lucky I don't report ya to Cricket." The man named Bobby said, slamming a truck door.
Sookie gave Eric a puzzled look, Cricket?
"Oh please- oh please- she almost killed me last time." Earl whined. "I don't want her to chase me again! I swear on my soon to be born litter Bo-"
"Quit yer sniveling boy and help me drag this in the house!"
His command was followed by a loud thump as something that sounded really heavy hit the ground. Soon after the push and pull of abused gravel being raked over by the object could be made out. Sookie's hand was resting on Eric's chest as she strained to make out just what the heck it could be. Eric shook her loose and grabbed her chin, so she'd have no choice but to look in his eyes. "Stay." He barely said audibly.
Sookie's eyes went huge with indignation, but of course before she could react to his high handed behavior; her angry face was giving its best glare to the empty air.
She stomped her good foot and almost lost her balance to fall against the house. If it was one thing Sookie wasn't- it was submissive. She would so have to teach Eric a thing or two about her good friends "please" and "thank you"- the absolute nerve of the man made her just want kick him the balls. Then of course, she smiled, those are probably immune to such attentions. She found it hard to believe that Eric's Achilles heel would be that easy- but no worries, Sookie soothingly thought to herself, she'd find it soon enough. Every man had a weakness after all. Her Gran had told her so.
A small part of Sookie realized that he was just trying to keep her safe, but knowing it didn't change the fact he wasn't her Daddy; she'd had enough of that crap from Bill. And although she didn't like comparing the two- she couldn't help it. Her betrayal from her first was still too raw and fresh.
She waited a little bit, hearing the sounds of the object the two inbreeds were taking to the house vanish with the whack of the front screen door. She still didn't know where Eric had gone and hated feeling like her virtues were pretty solid save for one- patience. Oh well, no-one's perfect.
Sookie decided she'd had enough and made her way slowly down the side of the big gray farmhouse; reaching the front only to see the big lot empty again. She noticed a window above her head that was open, figuring it was a bit cliché but would do; she used an overturned paint bucket that was just lying there to give her a foot up.
Climbing through it was a pain the ass. Her poor midsection scraped the metal lip and sides of the antique hanging, making her worry about getting lead poisoning from all the flaking paint chips, as she doubted the condemned piece of real estate was up to building codes. Sookie barely managed to pull through without drawing blood or making a sound, and before she could even take a sigh of relief; she was standing in an empty darkened room wondering- now what?
Sookie brushed off the sides of her sundress and crept closer to the door of the room. It had one of those old rusted brass knobs, you know the kind with all the pretty scroll designs on it. She prayed to the Gods of WD40 that it would turn silently.
She nearly did a victory dance when it did just that. Sookie stepped out into the hall tentatively, only to be betrayed by a loud creaky floorboard. Shit!
Sookie froze, straining to hear if anyone in the house had noticed, while holding her breath; mulling over if she should just go back the way she'd come and wait for the insufferable Viking.
Screw that. She wasn't playing damsel in distress anymore. She went ahead and tiptoed further down the long hallway, reaching the stairway, and listening for anything that might give her a hint as to where they were keeping her brother. She was gripping the wooden post and squeezing with all her might, looking down to where she noticed a room with a light on; Sookie could barely make out muffled conversation. She was leaning forward all the while debating; what to do- what to do?
"Do you think that's where they're keeping him?" A woman's whisper tickled her ear.
Sookie nearly screamed from shock- nearly.
All lights in the house were turned on at once and Sookie slowly turned to see a woman- Crystal, grinning at her like the cat that just caught the canary- literally.
Sookie glowered at the scrawny dirty blonde waste of space. "Give me back my brother!" She demanded somewhat weakly, as all Crystal's lackeys had come out from hiding to surround her; some up the stairs, some from other rooms on the second level. All of them were either grinning and licking their lips hungrily or growling with menace. Sookie gulped.
"Now is that anyway to greet yer sister in law?" Crystal asked, sounding hurt. Her bony angular face scrunched into a scowl. "Grab her!" She told a man creeping up to Sookie's side from the stairs.
"Don't touch me you piece of trailer park Hot Shot trash!" Sookie yelled, shoving the man backwards to fall down the stairs.
Crystal's gritted teeth and angry snarl as she pawed at her; digging her nasty jagged fingernails into Sookie's sensitive flesh in outrage; were the only things Sookie focused on.
The doorbell rang, distracting some of the Were panthers, but not Crystal- oh no, she was gripping Sookie's shoulders and trying to pull her towards a room.
Sookie went into her alternate mindset; feeling the glow start to generate from her hands, making her calmer and more in touch with nature's raw life force. The vibration intensified tenfold within her, charging the stale air in the house, and all around.
Sookie released the gathering of this energy that she was starting to be able to control better; having practiced relentlessly with her cousin Claudine in fairy over the past week.
The explosion of her powers sent Crystal flying to slam into a beige plastered wall, leaving a dent of cracked and crumbling drywall imprinted from the force. But before Crystal could recover to strike back at Sookie, the lights went back out in the house like the fuse box had been blown; and of course- just as sure as God made green apples, all hell broke loose.
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