Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Cajun Blood	By : AmberAutopsy Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 1505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not nor claim to own anything True Blood. All rights go to the rightful owners. I do not make nor receive any money/profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Cajun Blood
- 1
It seemed that my nâ-nân had always known I was special. Motioning me over before I went to bed to lay my head on her cushioned knees as she settled her large frame in the rocking chair that sat in one of the corners of my room. She`s stroke my fair hair and I`d close my eyes, my thoughts drifting as her dark fingers slide through my light hair. It would be silent until he decided to speak, her soft, melodious voice filling my ears.
"Bebelle," she`d whisper, smiling as my eyes slowly opened, rolling lazily across her deeply creased face. As a child I had always thought that only the wisest of people had wrinkles. A natural outcome from years and years of scowling as they thought of ideas. Ideas on how to make things better. Taste better, run better...how to make the world itself better. "Bebelle." she said again, having seen me drift off into the sea of my own thoughts.
"Oui, nâ-nân?" I heard my voice say, my mind still buzzing.
"Where were ya, Mon Cher?" she tapped my forehead lightly. Without so much as a second breath I sat up straight, turning to sit as the feet of the great Creole woman in front of me. Her essence itself so large it threatened to pull me right out of the room.
"Today, mama took me to the graves." I felt a smile pull at the corners of my lips. "We went to see Grandmere."
"Do they finally got her headstone up?" she asked, reaching over and picking up the small whicker basket she carried from room to room with her, placing it in her lap.
"Yeah..." I said, my voice trailing off as I watched her root around in it, elbow deep in small, dully colored pieces of cloth and short ratty strands of string. For years I had watched her do that same thing, digging for a short while before pulling up a few squares of cloth and string. Twirling them around and around each other, folding, tying, making a small doll that she would then place into one of her deep pockets. Hiding it as if it were a secret. "nâ-nân?"
"Oui?" she asked, not looking up, her voice slightly muffled by the basket. Reaching out a finger I gently stroke then outside, feeling the coarse wood prickle under my finger.
"What is that?"
Here she looked up, catching my eye and following my gaze. "Dis?" I nodded, getting to my knees to peer further into the mysterious basket of secrets. With a loud 'PSST' sound she shooed me away, waving one of her hand in front of my nose, making me sit back onto my heels. "Dis is not for children." I cocked my head.
"It`s just old pieces of clothes." I looked at her sideways as I started to peer into the basket again. "It can`t be that bad."
"AH! PSSH!" she shooed me away once more. "These...are SPECIAL old pieces old clothes, child."
"Why?"
"Aren`t you a nosy one tonight." she chuckled before taking a big sigh and slapping her hands loudly against the worn edges of the rocking chair. "Does ya really want to see what is in there, Bebelle?"
"Oui!" I nearly yelled, jumping to my feet. She held out her hand, placing her palm against my chest.
"Be silent child, ya want to wake your parents?" I looked down at her, still seated in her chair, her eyebrows knitting together as she glanced over my shoulder at the door. "Looking into dis basket...is like looking into fire for eyes like yours."
"Like mine?" I asked, scowling.
"It burns the innocents from your gaze...tears it from your soul, child-" she stopped when I let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
"nâ-nân...it cant possibly-"
"Cunja!" she hissed,cutting my words like a hot knife through cold butter. "You will be cursed." she shook her head. "Not by my choice...dis basket has been in my family for generations...many lives have been cut short by it...others lengthened to do its bidding." she looked down at it with daggers in her eyes. "Only on Creole though.." she looked up at me briefly, sweeping across me in one fluid gaze. "No Cajun ever been harmed before." She placed the basket on the floor and kicked it over to me, its thin weave scraping acrossed the carpet. I watched it skid to a stop at my feet, the darkness from within suddenly seeming much deeper then the few glances I had managed to sneak before, staring up at me like a pit that just went on and on and on.
Slowly, I felt myself bend, folding my small hands around it and lifting it up. I kept my eyes glued on my hands, suddenly afraid to look. After some argument in my own mind I looked.
My lungs emptied, my heart pounded, the once cool whicker under my fingers growing hotter and hotter by the second. I can`t remember what I saw in there, I always figured that it was something so horrible that my young mind just could not bear and blacked it out. But, whatever it was, it sent the cold finger of fear crawling up my spine.
With a choked scream I dropped the basket, tripping and falling over my scattered toys as I backed away. My breath came fast and short as my mind raced. I could hear my nâ-nân`s faint, airy voice, it sounded so so far away.
suddenly, everything went black.
I woke with a start. My eyes scanning the room surrounding me, trying to see through the thick darkness around me, trying to find what had woken me. But I was alone. Slowly, on shaking legs I stood up, making my way over to my window I looked out onto the landscape that laid far below, lit one by the small, dull porch light my mother always insisted leaving on.
Nothing.
With a soft sigh I turned and opened my door with a light click before padding my way down the hall and stairwell, slipping silently into the kitchen where I stood for a moment, not really knowing why I was there, but knowing exactly what I was looking for. Feeling my way through the darkness I found the closet where my mother always kept her cleaning supplies. Finally finding what I was looking for I pulled it out, my small fingers sliding over the smooth wood of the broom handle before laying it across the crack of light that shone underneath the door, the warm air that had been caressing the tips of my toes suddenly stopping, blocked.
For a moment I stared at what I had done, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I walked back towards the stairwell, barely looking over my shoulder as wretched noise rang through the house, scratching across the door like nails on a chalkboard.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Adult-FanFiction.Org is not in any way associated with or related to FanFiction.Net

Adult-FanFiction.org (AFF, the site), its owners, agents, and any other entities related to Adult-FanFiction.org or the AFF forum take no responsibility for the works posted to the Adult-FanFiction.org by its members.

While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.

All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.

Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!

Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo

Cajun Blood