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Home Sweet Home	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 2947 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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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The graveyard was illuminated by a second flash of light; only moments after the first one had punched a bright hole into the atmosphere. The very air was heavy with electrified ozone; broken and crumbling stones serving as markers in the ancient field, started to take on a greenish glow. Winds as violent as a hurricane settled quickly to be nothing more than a gentled caress upon her dew kissed skin.
She was gone for the space of a week, but here on Earth only a day had passed. Stark memories flooded upon her brain, reminding her of pain, and the fact her heart was still broken. But she'd found her resolve somewhere in the mists of that other place; feeling somewhat renewed and more willing to face what she'd ran from in the first place. It was time to make some things right and forget what was always going wrong. It was time to let go of false lovers and embrace those in her life that were genuine. It was time, she internally sighed, to grow the fuck up.
Sookie sat up unblinking and brushed a stray tear away with disgust. Starting right now!
The house, that to her would always be Gran's, still had the lights on; the white country door she thought she'd closed in her breakdown was wide open letting in all the mosquitoes.
"Oh Hell." Sookie muttered, jumping up while brushing stray blades of wet grass off her arms.
She marched with determination towards the porch, not noticing a large piece of gravel from the seriously dilapidated driveway in her path; her bare foot pierced it sharply, making her hop around and swear out into the air- again.
"Ouch-Shit!"
"It's amazing to me that you humans even make it to adulthood, seeing how clumsy you all are." Eric said quietly, walking out of the shadows of an oak tree. "You more so than most I might add."
Sookie let surprise show in her eyes at him still being where she'd left him. She hated the fact her tummy was getting butterflies and her heart was doing double time; devil be damned if she'd let him in on the fact she was still attracted to him!
She quickly hid her reaction behind anger. "What the fuck you still doing here Eric? I thought I made it quite clear to both you and Bill-"
"That you did." He cut her off. "But I'm not as willing to give up, unlike Bill. You will hear me out if nothing more. After all, it wasn't me, like you first assumed that you couldn't trust."
He knew it was a low blow but didn't care. He would use any means necessary to get an "in", knowing full well she wasn't too horribly upset at him for being there. "Please…"
This knocked the wind out of her sails so to speak and she looked away. Her mouth was set in a frown, her jaw was clenched, and she hated the fact he was right. Looking at him once more she nodded curtly. "I'm not inviting you back in, so forget that idea- but the swing over there will do." Sookie said sulkily, pointing in its direction and resuming her walk with a slight limp; talking over her shoulder. "So spit it out, say your piece, and then get the hell off my property."
"Fair enough." Eric responded, following her lead at a human pace.
Unlike what she was used to, he didn't rush ahead of her and offer to give her a hand. She wasn't sure if she was annoyed with his lack of gentlemanly graces or relieved. Often times Bill would treat her like she was a delicate flower that couldn't fend for herself, which at first had made her think "awe", but soon had lost its appeal when he expected her to follow every blessed thing he told her- chauvinist pig!
She sat down gingerly, propping the sore foot up and out onto a wooden beam; motioning for Eric to sit down next to her. He shook his head, choosing instead to lean against the railing where he could face her. They just looked at each other for what seemed an age. Sookie was appraising how his marble white skin was such a drastic contrast to the black tank and jeans he always wore. She noted also that his eyes were more ice grey than blue and how she missed his blonde hair being long. Mentally shaking herself for letting her thoughts go down that road, she nervously cleared her throat; noticing he was doing a little Sookie inventory of his own.
"Well?" She started. "You got fifteen minutes-you wanna waste it in a staring contest then fine. It's your time."
That damn smirk of his surfaced and that husky velvety voice, that just had to give her the chills every time she heard it, was nothing more than a kiss in itself.
"That's not necessarily true Sookie." He quipped. "If it was truly my time- then we'd be doing anything but talking."
She squirmed under his scrutiny and verbal mojo, blaming the blood he'd tricked her into drinking, and placing her fake "crazy Sookie" smile onto her face in self-defense.
"You're right-," Her sugary response was followed by a sting; "we wouldn't be talking. We'd just be staring at each other!" Her baby blues rolled. "Stop trying to make it seem like you're all that and a bag of chips Eric. If you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly chomping at the bit to drop my panties for you…ten minutes now."
She tapped her little wrist watch making Eric's smirk turn into a full mouthed grin- southern sass was only amusing coming from her. But he remembered why he'd come and quickly got to the point.
"I would like the chance to court you."
The smile she'd so cockily thrown at him just seconds ago was replaced with a shocked, open mouthed, boy you got nerve expression.
Eric wasn't joking though and looked every bit as serious as she'd ever seen him; just gauging her response quietly and waiting.
Sookie felt in the aftermath of a bomb. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, and sure a shit didn't know what she felt. But despite all the tornadoes she had been swept away in metaphorically, since becoming a part of the supernatural world; she went on auto pilot and couldn't believe her own ears.
"I would like the chance for you to get to know me-just Eric." He whispered, afraid of her bolting into the house, as running was her forte when freaked out. "It is something I've wanted since first we met but…" His words faltered finding the right way to say it, trying to avoid offense. "Other things kept preventing it."
She just sat still as a statue, facing him with her mouth catching flies, and her eyes wide as saucers.
"My time is ticking away Sookie." Eric reminded her. "Will you give me an answer?"
A list started forming; you know the one you make in your mind when you're not sure what to do. All the pros and cons were speeding through her brain, making her neurons tired and blurring her vision with dizziness.
Sookie thought back to every encounter they'd ever shared. Every time she'd been angry at him- Lafayette. Every time she'd felt sorry for him or caught a glimpse of some humanity- Godric. And every time he'd rescued her or put her first- The Fellowship.
Her pride had been wounded so many times and throughout it all, a part of her did want to know why; out of everything good and mostly bad, why was Eric always there? Why did she continue to keep going back, like running to him when she distrusted Bill, or pulling him out of the sun so he wouldn't die; like wishing it was him instead of her Civil War neighbor that had met her first?
Something had to give she decided. And besides there wasn't much left to lose anymore.
"Okay." Sookie stated after closing her jaw. "This Friday at eight, my house, this
Porch."
"It's a date then." Eric said.
"Don't be getting any high and mighty ideas Eric." She huffed, pissed he seemed so confident of her answer before she gave it.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He winked, pushing away from the beam and sauntering back down the porch stairs.
Before Sookie could even take it back; which she was seriously thinking about, he leaped into the air and was gone.
"Great!" She muttered to herself.
One thing that she didn't want to admit to herself was the fact that a big part of her was cheering, and nervously anticipating just what Eric would share with her. Finally some of the mystery might be revealed. Although she wouldn't necessarily know if he would tell her the truth or not. Reflecting back on it though- he really wasn't the one who'd deceived her time and again. That was Bill's department.
Come to think of it- why wasn't her "Beau" also waiting for her like Eric had been? It must be just that easy for him to discard any and all that they'd had together apparently. Well fuck that! Sookie fumed.
She'd be wasting no more precious energy on nursing a broken heart, when apparently it not only wasn't worth it- but the asshole didn't give a damn.
Her good foot had pushed off, setting the swing to rock back and forth with her thoughts; it wasn't like she could pace right now as was her habit when "working things out" in her mind. But the more she conjured images of that rat Bill Compton, the faster the swing went, until she had to stop suddenly when her leg jerked against the railing, making her yell out in pain for a second time. Oh screw it!
Just as she was fixing to get into the house, a car's headlights swung down her driveway; the old pick up creaked and groaned hitting some potholes, and the radio was blasting "Simple Man" by Lynyrd Skynard. Sam was here it seemed.
Sookie stood up, favoring her uninjured side and leaned forward across the railing. She really thought it was too bad she had no affections for her boss other than brotherly; because man oh man could he rock a pair of wranglers boot cut jeans.
His sandy hair with the gray temples and honey eyes; which were looking at her now with relief and kindness, him having jumped out of the cab of his truck with a light step and steady gait towards her; only added to that comfortable down home charm he exuded. Sookie sighed, realizing she'd missed her friends more than she thought.
He clomped up the wooden steps and smiled. "Hey Sook- where ya been? I've been calling and calling."
"Hiya Sam- sorry. I guess nobody could reach me for a while." Sookie was talking to the moon and marveling at the stars, while Sam leaning over the spot of the rail next to her. "I just had a moment- ya know. I needed to not be around."
"I reckon I understand that." He grinned. "I feel like that every full moon or Saturday night when we're short."
They both laughed and nodded in agreement, falling into that comfortable silence between friends. After a moment he murmured softly, all serious. "You okay?"
Sookie decided to shoot it straight, as she was tired of dancing around others feelings and trying to protect them when, quite frankly, she wasn't all that good at it.
"Nope."
Sam gave her a sideways glance as if not all that surprised. She saw him staring in her peripheral; his short trimmed beard throwing off sparkles from the moonbeams.
"I see you ain't ready to talk yet- I've known you long enough to read the signs. But just know I'm here for you when you are." Sam put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed, pecking her cheek with a kiss, and bringing to her attention something else she already knew. "Did you know your front door is open letting in all the bugs?"
"Damn it!" Sookie exclaimed remembering. She jumped back and hobbled over to the house. "C'mon in- I have beer in the fridge. You want one?"
"Might as well, I got some things to discuss with you." Sam said gloomily, following her lead across the threshold and making sure the screen was shut.
Sookie grabbed a hair tie from the occasional table in her living room and put her hair up in a sloppy bun, shrugging her shoulders as this was nothing new, and waltzed into the kitchen. She grabbed two beers and handed him one. "What's up?"
He cracked the twist top of the Labatt's bottle and took a swig; wiping his mouth the back of his hand- thinking of how best to tell her. Sam surveyed the large kitchen, cataloguing the antique brass fixtures and old cherry wood cabinets; admiring the craftsmanship so rare in this day and age, when a frustrated Sookie cleared her throat noisily; bring him back to the task at hand. "Sorry." Sam tapped his temple. "Got lost in here." He smiled weakly.
Sookie gave him an encouraging nod while sipping on her own beer.
"It's Tara, Sook." Sam said quietly. "She's gone."
"What do you mean gone?" Sookie slowly asked, afraid for the worst.
Sam immediately got her assumption and vigorously shook his head. "No-No- not gone like that." Sookie visibly relaxed in relief as Sam continued. "I mean she's left town." He snapped his fingers after slamming the beer down forcefully in irritation. "Just like that! I went to her place this morning and it was cleared out- she didn't even leave a note or say goodbye!"
"What?" Sookie gasped. "That isn't like her. Are you sure she wasn't kidnapped again or just moved back with her mama?" She questioned.
"Afraid not." Sam sighed. "June Abbott was hanging a For Rent sign when I pulled in and said Tara paid her for the coming month and broke the lease. June said Tara told her she was relocating."
"Well that's just great!" Sookie ranted. "Does Laff even know anything?"
Sam shook his head and decided to chug the remainder of his beer. "No, he seemed just as shocked when I spoke to him." He considered on the rest and figured it was too late to stop now. "That's the good news I'm afraid." He informed her with bitterness stamped all over his features. "Mind if I grab another?"
Sookie waved her hand towards the large white fifties style fridge dismissively. "Help yourself."
"Oh what the fudge Sam- I dunno if I even want to know the bad news!" She sighed. "But of course you aren't leaving now without telling it- so spill. Let's get this dog and pony show over with already. I'm tired."
"I'm sorry Cher- really I am." He plopped back down. "Here I was coming to check on ya and see if you'd split with her, and now I'm dumping this on you when you already got enough on your plate to feed a small country."
Sookie raised her beer bottle in salute to that, grinning her crazy smile. She clinked her beer to his. "Amen."
She propped her elbows on the dinette and fiddled with the paper label, peeling it a little. "So…"
Sam closed his eyes a second and breathed in deeply. "You know how your brother has been seeing that girl Crystal from Hot Shot?" He opened his eyes and for a second time tonight Sookie felt like she was being seen through. She shifted in her seat and stiffened her back. "Yeah- I remember hearing about a scuffle from Jessica. You beat up her old man right?"
"Right."
"Okay, so what about Jason?"
"They're a pack of Were Panthers as well as Meth heads Sook."
"I kinda got that bit of info from Jessica too." Sookie stated tartly. "Sam stop beating around the bush already. What is going on with Jason?"
…Man she is going to freak- maybe I can handle this without involving her…
"Sam Merlotte!" Sookie cried out offended. "Don't you dare think to keep something from me, especially if it involves my blood."
Sam went all wide eyed and instantly contrite. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He raised his hands in surrender, forgetting she could sometimes read him. "I've received word through some of my shifter contacts that Jason is being held up there against his will…"
"So we'll just go get him." Sookie interrupted, as if it was just that cut and dry; already springing up and shoving her chair to the table.
Something in Sam's expression stopped her. She got that sinking nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach; like the one you get going down the first drop off of a rollercoaster. There was pity and regret in those light brown eyes. There was finality.
"We can't." He reluctantly confessed in defeat, raking a hand through his unkempt hair; fisting the back of it in frustration. "Crystal has chosen Jason as her mate."
"I don't even know or care what that means Sam!"
Sookie started to half limp, half pace, in front of him.
"We're going to go up there and we're going to rescue my brother. Then I'm going to kick him in his high falooting hair brained butt, for not only being a man whore- but a damn stupid one at that!"
"She's bitten him Sookie…there ain't no rescuing him from that." Sam said quietly.
She lost her thunder, stopping to lean her weight against the counter. "And that means what exactly?"
"He's one of them now."
She rocked slightly while absorbing the bombshell. Her brother Jason, a Were? How much more shock and emotional battering could she take?
"Oh." Was all she could manage.
They just kept looking at each other, her standing by the sink and him sitting at her kitchen table; each gauging and sizing up the situation for what it was worth in their own ways. She coughed and broke eye contact. She wasn't taking this laying down- not by a long shot. Too much had been taken away. She was putting her foot down.
"Thanks for stopping by and telling me." She rushed out with false hospitality, as if he'd just told her she had a flat tire. "Appreciate it, but I've got to hit the sack. I'll talk more with ya tomorrow if that's okay?" Sookie's face showed fatigue so he bought it. "That's fine Sook- don't worry about work, I've had Heather take your shifts this week. Just rest up okay."
Sam stood and thanked her for the beers. He hugged her and said he was sorry for the hundredth time; assuring her they would figure it out. The whole time she went through the motions and said the right "your welcome", "it's fine", and "I know" at the proper times; all the while internally screaming at him to just get gone already.
Finally she watched from her picture window in the living room, as his rusted Chevy pulled out and traveled back down her driveway. She waited for the headlights to completely be swallowed up from the pitch of the night and slowly counted to ten in her mind; listening to the creaks and groans of the house settling.
Her face was scrunched up in determination and her bow shaped mouth was set in a grim flat line. She marched over to her house phone and jabbed the numbers she was coming to know by heart with menace. Two rings and a robotic monotone answered as she knew it would.
"Fangtasia-the bar with bite, Pam speaking- How may I kill you?"
"Pam, its Sookie." She rushed out in urgency, only to be interrupted.
"Oh Sookie, what a delightful surprise." Pam responded with boredom. "Let me guess, you're in a pickle again hmmm, and want to speak with Eric."
"I guess you could say that." Sookie retorted. "Is he available or not?"
Pam laughed dryly as she'd hit the nail on the head with Sookie's predictability. Just as Sookie was getting ready to tell her what body part of hers she could kiss, the doorbell rang. "Well look at that." Pam teased her. "I do believe your knight has arrived already." Pam ended the call with a click and Sookie looked at the receiver with annoyance. "Bitch," she muttered, hanging up quickly so as to get the door.
She swung open the heavy white door and was met by a different face than she was expecting. Her eyes rolled heavily and it took all she had in her not to jump up and down like some mad leprechaun who'd had his Lucky Charms swiped- again.
It was a vampire alright. Just not the one she wanted.
“Jesus Christ, sweet Sheppard of Judea”, she whispered to herself spitefully.
What the fuck else was she going to have to deal with tonight?
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