Chapter 7: One of God’s Fools
Two nights later, shortly after first dark, I made my way to the Stackhouse home in my Cadillac to pick Sookie up. As I parked my car, I could see that Sookie’s car was gone, and I could feel that she wasn’t near. I made my way up the front steps of the porch to ask Adele where Sookie was.
After knocking on the door, Adele invited me in. I hesitated just outside the door asking, “Is Sookie home? I was to take her out this evening.”
Adele gestured inside again, saying, “She’ll be back shortly, she had to stop by work to pick up her paycheck, please come in and wait.”
I nodded my acceptance and followed her into the sitting room, once again taking a seat on the sofa.
Adele took a seat on the arm of the chair in the corner. “What are your intentions with my granddaughter?” she asked.
I struggled to keep the surprise from showing on my face. Her question made some sense; she was after all the matriarch of her family, so it was her duty to inquire about suitors’ intentions with her granddaughter. Still I considered my answer carefully. “I find I quite enjoy your granddaughter’s company, and wish to know her better. I would like, at the very least, to count myself as a friend to you, as well as your granddaughter,” I said slowly.
Adele nodded, almost to herself. “Where is it you are taking my granddaughter tonight then?”
“A bar in Shreveport,” I answered cautiously.
“That vampire bar I’ve heard about?” she asked arching an eyebrow. It seemed Sookie came by her shrewdness honestly.
“Yes, ma’am, it is.”
“Was this her idea or yours?” Adele continued to question.
“It was Sookie’s idea, I thought it best that I accompany her there,” I answered truthfully. Did she know what Sookie’s motives were?
Again, Adele nodded thoughtfully. Perhaps she did know what was going on with Sookie. “I had thought as much,” she confirmed. “Sookie may be a bit naïve yet, but I haven’t lived as long as I have by being naïve. It’s dangerous taking Sookie to a vampire bar isn’t it? Because of her ability?” she said pointing to her forehead.
I said nothing for a moment, wondering how much Sookie had told her grandmother. Adele sensed my hesitation and continued, “Like I said, Mr. Compton, I may be old, but I’m not naïve. I know if anyone would notice how different my Sookie is, it would be someone who’s different them self. Sookie seems more comfortable around you than she is around most people, although I think she’s still a bit … hesitant about your particular nature,” she said carefully. “But my Sookie deserves to have some good in her life, and if you bring her a bit of happiness, then so be it. I want you to promise me something Mr. Compton.”
Very shrewd, I thought. “And what would that be Mrs. Stackhouse?” I questioned curiously.
“Please, call me Adele,” she said, then shifted before continuing. “I want you to promise me to look after my granddaughter, not only tonight, but in the future. I’ve got this feeling like her future is about to change quickly now, and I’m not sure if she’s altogether ready for it, Mr. Compton.”
“Then please, call me Bill, ma’am,” I told her. I paused for several moments, considering her request. I would not lie to myself, regardless of whatever my situation might become with Sookie, I liked Adele. I liked her strength of character, her shrewdness, her bluntness, and her protectiveness of Sookie. I wondered what it was like to feel so fiercely protective of someone. “I will look after her,” I answered. My vampire nature rebelled at the thought; it was dangerous to make such a promise, to potentially put myself in harm’s way. Perhaps it was whatever part of humanity that clung to my being that wanted to know what it felt like to be and feel protective that answered her. Either way, she looked pleased with my answer.
Before either of us could say more, we heard Sookie’s car pull up. I had been too focused on our conversation to notice Sookie’s approach, but I could sense her now.
As she walked in through the front door, I felt myself flush with anger. She was wearing a very tight, very short, very revealing white dress with red flowers on it. It was a beautiful dress, and she did look beautiful in it. But Adele’s words came back to me. I had just promised her that I would look after the girl. I may have originally wanted to show off Sookie at Fangtasia, but I knew now that would be a mistake. The way Sookie looked she was sure to garner attention, and most likely, the wrong kind of attention. My emotions continued to war within me, the darker side wanting, needing, to show her off and tell all the world that she was mine. But I had made a promise to Adele, and as crazy as that promise might be, I was determined to at least try and keep it now.
“Is this all right?” she asked, her voice anxious. Apparently I was letting too many of my emotions show through.
“Yes,” I answered, struggling to keep my voice even. Visions of the scores of vampires that would want her, flashed through my mind. I wanted to prove to them all that she was mine, but I knew this was a mistake now. Sookie would not understand, and I doubted she would be pleased with me telling a bar full of vampires that she was mine.
“Anyone with a brain in his head has got to admit that Sookie is one of the prettiest girls around,” Adele said, her voice underlined with a steel force.
No doubt—but that is precisely the problem if you truly want me to protect her, I thought to myself. I answered, “Oh, yes,” still struggling to keep my voice steady. Nothing ever seems to go as I plan it with this girl.
I could feel displeasure coming off Sookie in waves. “Shall we go, then?” she questioned stiffly.
“Yes. Good-bye, Mrs. Stackhouse. It was a pleasure seeing you again,” I answered, standing up and moving towards Sookie.
“Well, you two have a good time. Drive careful, Bill, and don’t drink too much,” Adele warned me.
I felt my eyebrow raise, wondering if she meant Sookie or me. “No, ma’am,” I answered regardless.
I carefully walked Sookie out the door and opened my car door, placing her inside. After I got into the driver’s side, I began driving in silence.
“I’m sorry I’m not dressed correctly,” Sookie said carefully not looking at me.
I was worried about protecting Sookie, but I never said she wasn’t dressed correctly, after all, I had told her to make me proud. Perhaps her shifter boss had said something when she picked up her paycheck. A dangerous thought flashed through my mind, Did she read my mind? Is that why she is worried about being dressed incorrectly?
I slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop on the gravel road. “Who said that?” I asked, forcing my voice to be gentle.
“You looked at me as though I’d done something wrong,” she snapped back. I studied her, but could not see nor could I feel any deception on her part.
“I’m just doubting my ability to get you in and out without having to kill someone who wants you,” I answered in brutal honesty.
“You’re being sarcastic,” she said stiffly, still avoiding my gaze.
I had never liked being called a liar. I gripped the back of her neck, forcing her to turn and look me in the eye. “Do I look like I am?”
“Ah … no,” she stuttered.
“Then accept what I say,” I told her, letting go of her neck, and beginning our drive again.
Our drive was silent. I was still struggling to regain control of my emotions, and Sookie, seemed content enough to listen to the music I played.
As we walked up to the front of Fangtasia, I saw that Shelly was working the door tonight. I had seen her a few months before on my way through to New Orleans to visit the Queen. I had only been interested in finding an easy meal that night, though I had shared Shelly’s bed for a few hours too.
As was protocol, she asked for Sookie’s ID while nodding to me.
“I haven’t been carded in years,” Sookie said, while fishing through her purse.
“I can no longer tell human ages, and we must be careful we serve no minors. In any capacity,” she said, barely hiding a leer at Sookie. Then she turned her eyes to me, and eyed me speculatively, obviously remembering our night. It had been nothing special in my eyes, just another night of fucking another vampiress.
“I haven’t seen you in a few months,” Shelly said in a sweet voice.
“I’m mainstreaming,” I told her hoping that she would take the hint that I wasn’t interested. Luckily, she simply nodded and left it at that.
As we walked towards the bar Sookie whispered, “What were YOU telling her?”
Whispering in a bar full of vampires was a waste, so I simply answered, “That I’m trying to live among humans.”
I could see Sookie take in the bar’s décor in a puzzled fascination. The bar was in full swing, filled with the normal mix of fangbangers, vampires, and tourists looking to take a walk on the darker side of life. I looked around as well, trying to see the bar through her eyes. How it must look to someone as innocent and pure as she was. All of the blackness and darkness of soul and spirit that abounded here. Naïve indeed, I thought remembering my conversation with Adele. “You look like a white candle in a coal mine,” I found myself whispering in her ear.
My comment had one good affect—she laughed, and I felt some tenseness leave her. At the bar, I ordered a synthetic blood. They perhaps were not filling, but they did indeed satisfy one’s nutritional needs. I made a note to myself that Sookie ordered a gin and tonic. I saw Long Shadow’s fangs run out when he caught a whiff of Sookie’s smell. Even in this crowded bar, her scent stood out.
“How’s it going, Bill?” Long Shadow asked. I was surprised he even deemed me worthy of speaking with. Long Shadow was several hundred years old, and thought very little of younger vampires, and even less of humans. “Long time, no see. This your meal for the night?” he asked, nodding towards Sookie. Of course, his interest was solely in a possible tasty meal.
I did not want to claim Sookie as my own again, remembering her displeasure at the statement. Perhaps this would be a way to … win favor with the girl.
“This is my friend Sookie. She has some questions to ask,” I told him carefully, trying to tread a careful line with this inquiry. I wondered what Eric’s response would be if he knew we were asking questions in his bar. Perhaps my impression of him the night I checked in was accurate, and he was bored with his position. Maybe he wouldn’t notice.
“Anything, beautiful woman,” Long Shadow said, smiling at Sookie.
“Have you seen this woman, or this one, in the bar?” Sookie asked, pulling two newspaper clippings out of her purse. “Or this man?” she questioned, pulling out a picture of the man I knew to be her brother. I wondered at her questioning of her brother. Did she suspect him being involved in this? Then, I remembered hearing the gossiping of locals that he had been involved with the two girls, so perhaps the authorities were suspecting her brother and she was protecting him. It would certainly explain some of her motives.
I half expected Long Shadow not to answer, but he carefully looked them over and said, “Yes to the women, no to the man, though he looks delicious.” He looked up at Sookie and smiled, “Your brother, perhaps?” he accurately guessed. It was an easy guess; they had the same hair, and many of the same strong beautiful features.
“Yes,” she answered.
“What possibilities,” Long Shadow whispered, obviously imagining possible three-ways.
Sookie did not react, only asking, “Do you remember who the women hung around with?”
“That’s something I wouldn’t know,” Long Shadow said carefully. “That’s something we don’t notice, here. You won’t, either.”
Sookie seemed to understand our precarious position. “Thank you, I appreciate your taking the time,” she said starting to gather up her pictures.
Long Shadow didn’t seem ready for her to leave though. “That one,” he pointed at the woman that had come to my house, “she wanted to die.”
“How do you know?” Sookie asked.
“Everyone who comes here does, to one extent or another. That is what we are. Death.”
I felt Sookie shudder at Long Shadow’s dark philosophical musings, and decided to end the conversation. I took her arm and led her towards an open booth.
As I took a sip of the blood, I saw Sookie grimace. Apparently the reality of my “particular nature” as Adele put it, really hadn’t set-in for Sookie. “This is the reality, Sookie,” I told her. “I need it to live.”
“Of course,” she said, struggling to be matter-of-fact about it. Taking a deep breath she asked, “Do you suppose I want to die, since I came here with you?”
In truth, I wasn’t sure I knew her well enough to answer. “I think you want to find out why other people are dying,” I told her truthfully, at least what I felt right now to be true.
I saw a fangbanger slink over out of the corner of my eye. “Hi, dangerous,” she said seductively to me, tapping my bottle of blood. “I have the real stuff,” she said stroking her neck. There was absolutely nothing appetizing about her or her blood, especially not with Sookie’s sweet smell and body next to me.
I could hear Sookie’s sharp intake of breath at the fangbanger’s brazen offer, but she said nothing and did not move. “I have a companion,” I said gently, trying to sooth Sookie.
“She doesn’t have any puncture marks on her neck,” she continued in her brazen manner.
Sookie stiffened even more, but still did not move or speak. “I have a companion,” I said icily, angered by her brazen manner, and her upsetting Sookie.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” she snapped.
“Yes, I do,” I answered. This fangbanger was not even a dime-a-dozen. Sookie however was not only an assignment from my Queen; she was a bundle of contradictions and intrigue that still held my interest.
The woman stomped off, only to be followed by several more. It was not normal for a vampire to come in with someone. Normally a vampire that came into this bar was looking for a meal, and these humans were used to offering themselves to us.
Still, Sookie remained silent. She was the first human that I had seen show any interest in our kind, yet she did not offer herself to me or anyone else. “You’re not talking,” I told her, wondering what her thoughts were on these pathetic humans. I noticed that Eric had been steadily keeping an eye on us, though not in an obvious manner. Or should I say keeping an eye on Sookie. Unfortunately, she seemed to have caught his eye, though I hoped it was simply because he knew we were asking questions about his patrons, and not because he had any interest in her. I would be hard pressed to keep her to myself and for the Queen if he wanted her now. We had no formal blood bond, and he was my sheriff.
“There’s nothing for me to say,” she replied steadily.
I wondered what her motives were. Was she unhappy with my company? “You could have sent them on their way,” I told her. “Do you want me to leave you? Is there someone else here who catches your fancy? Long Shadow, there at the bar, would love to spend time with you, I can tell,” I told her honestly. I knew she was scared of Long Shadow, so this would only push her back towards me.
“Oh, for God’s sake, no!” she answered, as I was sure she would. “I do have to ask them if they’ve seen Dawn and Maudette in here, though,” she continued.
“Do you want me with you?” I asked, hoping she would say yes, so that I could keep an eye on her, as promised.
“Please,” she said quietly.
“The vampire over there is handsome; he has scanned you twice,” I said, drawing her attention towards Eric. It was probably best to bring her straight to him to ask her questions and get it over with.
“You’re teasing me,” she said quietly, though she did take the time to look him over. I could feel both attraction and fear coming from her.
“His name is Eric,” I informed her.
“How old is he?” she asked quietly. It struck me odd that this was her first question.
“Very. He’s the oldest thing in this bar,” I deflected. Many older vampires were so very secretive that it wouldn’t do for me to give away his age.
“Is he mean?” was her next question.
“We’re all mean, Sookie. We’re all very strong and very violent.”
“Not you,” she said disbelievingly. “You want to live mainstream. You’re not gonna do antisocial stuff.”
Oh, how right you are, I wanted to tell her. “Just when I think you’re too naïve to walk around alone, you say something shrewd,” I said with a laugh. “All right, we’ll go talk to Eric.” I wanted to get this over with, and I was now assured that she feared him enough, and seemed to still have good trust in me.
Eric started to scowl as we approached, but then looked up and saw Sookie and arranged his face into a carefully blank look. Pam, seated next to him, maintained her general bored expression.
“Bill,” Eric said, nodding.
I gripped Sookie’s elbow, trying to keep her far enough back from Eric, so that hopefully, he wouldn’t catch her scent.
“Who’s your friend?” Pam asked, smiling to show off her fang.
“Hi, I’m Sookie Stackhouse,” Sookie said in her best southern belle manner before I could make the introduction myself.
“Aren’t you sweet,” Eric observed, looking Sookie over.
“Not especially,” Sookie fired back.
I tensed, fearing that Eric wouldn’t take well to her apparent irreverence, but he threw back his head and laughed, Pam joining him.
“Sookie, this is Pam and I am Eric,” he said when his laughter had stopped.
I could tell that Sookie wanted to speak again, but it would be best if Eric at least thought she would defer to me, so I squeezed her arm in warning and said, “My friend Sookie would like to ask a couple of questions.”
Eric and Pam exchanged bored glances, expecting that Sookie would be like all of the other tourists who came in.
“Like how long are our fangs, and what kind of coffin do we sleep in?” Pam said in that bored tone of hers. Oh, if only Sookie were like all of the others. I feared what Eric would do when he realized that she wasn’t, for her questions would only give away that she wasn’t like the others.
“No, ma’am,” Sookie answered courteously.
Pam looked surprised to be called ma’am. Sookie pulled out of my arm quickly and pulled the pictures of the women out of her purse. “I’d like to know if you’ve seen either of these women in this bar,” she said.
Eric and Pam looked them over, I thoroughly expected Eric to give a similar answer to Long Shadow’s.
“I have been with this one,” Eric said, tapping the picture of the other waitress, and surprising both me and Pam. “She liked pain.”
Pam followed Eric’s lead and said, “I have seen both of them. I have never been with them. This one,” she pointed to the other picture, “was a pathetic creature.” Like all of the others here.
“Thank you very much, that’s all of your time I need to take,” Sookie said, still polite, but I could see the question in Eric’s eyes and knew we hadn’t been dismissed yet, so I held Sookie in place.
“Bill, are you quite attached to your friend?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but I could see the interest in his eyes.
She would be fair game if I didn’t claim her, but if I did, Eric might decide to ask for her as he was my superior. Still, I had to gamble that in his position as a bar owner in the human world, he wouldn’t risk trying to take her from me if I claimed her.
“She’s mine,” I said firmly, praying that I wouldn’t have to report to the Queen that I had lost her.
Eric only eyed her over once more, seeming to try to discover what my interest in her was. I relaxed when he made no comment and bowed to them both before leading Sookie away.
“Gee whiz, what was that about?” Sookie whispered.
“They’re older than I am by centuries,” I answered. Does she not understand the danger in that alone?
“Is that the pecking order? By age?”
I nearly laughed at her apt analogy. Yes, vampires are rather animalistic. “Pecking order, that’s not a bad way to put it,” I told her, holding back a laugh.
Once we had resumed our seats I told her, “If you had been interested, I would have been obliged to let you go with Eric,” I explained.
“No,” came her sharp reply.
“Why didn’t you say anything when the fangbangers came to our table trying to seduce me away from you?” I wondered.
Sookie huffed and said, “Okay, listen up, Bill! When you came to my house, I had to invite you. When you came here with me, I had to invite you. You haven’t asked me out. Lurking in my driveway doesn’t count, and asking me to stop by your house and leave a list of contractors doesn’t count. So it’s always been me asking you. How can I tell you that you have to stay with me, if you want to go? If those girls will let you suck their blood—or that guy, for that matter—then I don’t feel I have a right to stand in your way!”
She was mine, who asked who to go somewhere didn’t matter; I could not see the point in it. Besides, I had no desire to go with any of those fangbangers when she was next to me. “Eric is much better looking than I am,” I told her, trying to put it in terms she could understand. “He is more powerful, and I understand sex with him is unforgettable. He is so old he only needs to take a sip to maintain his strength. He almost never kills any more. So, as vampires go, he’s a good guy. You could still go with him. He is still looking at you. He would try his glamor on you if you were not with me.”
“I don’t want to go with Eric,” she said. Exactly.
“I don’t want to go with any of the fangbangers.”
“So we’re all right,” she finally said.
“Yes,” as far as I was concerned. Things had worked out well … for now.
“Want another drink?” I finally asked her, when the silence had dragged on.
“Yes, unless you need to get back.”
“No, this is fine.”
I went to the bar to order more drinks. As I was walking back, I could feel that Sookie’s uneasiness had strengthened again. I looked up and could see Eric’s puzzled fascination with Sookie. I immediately knew he’d tried to glamor her.
“He’s gonna know I’m not normal,” she confirmed when I returned.
“He’s breaking rules just attempting to glamorize you after I’ve told him you’re mine,” I seethed. I had not seriously considered that he would try such a thing with me here. Obviously, he was more interested in her than I gave him credit for.
“You seem to be telling everyone that,” she muttered.
“It’s vampire tradition,” I explained carefully, hoping she wouldn’t ask for details. “If I pronounce you mine, no one else can try to feed on you,” I said, hoping that by focusing on the feeding aspect, that she would be disgusted with Eric for wanting her for those reasons. It worked.
“Feed on me, that’s a delightful phrase,” she said sharply; she seemed upset with me as well.
“I’m protecting you,” I said, exasperated.
“Had it occurred to you that I— ” she stopped.
I finished her thought, “You—don’t need protection?” Then it hit me, “You are protecting—me?” I placed my hand behind her head, turning it towards me and looking into her eyes, as though the answer might be written there. It wasn’t but I still felt the truth.
She blew lightly in my face and said, “Boo.” I let go of her and she glanced around the bar. “Boring,” she told me. “These people are boring.”
She was obviously listening to their thoughts. “Are they, Sookie? What are they thinking?” I wondered.
“Sex, sex, sex,” she answered casually.
“What are you thinking about, Sookie?” I wondered.
“Not sex,” was her prompt answer.
“Is that so?”
But then, I felt uneasiness from her again. I wondered what she’d heard.
“I was thinking about the chances of us getting out of here without any trouble.”
“Why were you thinking about that?” I asked. Is something wrong?
“Because one of the tourists is a cop in disguise, and he just went to the bathroom, and he knows that a vampire is in there, sucking on the neck of a fangbanger. He’s already called the police on his little radio,” she answered quietly.
I had no desire to stay here during a police raid and face their questioning. “Out,” I told her, pulling her out of the booth. Before I could consider the implications of the action, I found myself signaling Eric towards the door. Perhaps it was my entire existence as a vampire, the subservience to superiors that caused me to warn him, and therefore begin down the path that would expose Sookie.
As we made our way out the bar, Sookie nodded towards the door to Long Shadow. Though surprised, like most all vampires would be he was cautious, so he immediately left. Eric grabbed Shelly on our way through the door. I knew he would remember that I had left with her one night months ago, and was going to interrogate her about me.
I knew I was going to have to answer Eric’s questioning look once we got outside. “There’s going to be a raid,” I told him.
“How do you know?” he fired back.
I cast about, trying to come up with a plausible explanation.
“Me,” Sookie answered before I could stop her.
Eric’s intense gaze shifted to her, waiting for an explanation.
“I read a policeman’s mind,” she muttered. I finally understood the human phrase about digging oneself in deeper.
“That’s interesting,” Eric said, staring thoughtfully at Sookie. I could see the gears turning in his mind. All of the possibilities that Sookie could serve. “I had a psychic once. It was incredible.”
“Did the psychic think so?” Sookie shot back. I felt myself draw in breath, She just keeps digging.
But Eric only laughed and said, “For a while.”
As the sirens got closer, Eric and Shelly slid into his Corvette, and I took Sookie to my Cadillac. I drove a ways and parked in another parking lot, which was empty, needing a moment to gather my thoughts. Damn it! Could this have gone any worse! Now Eric knows what she is! The Queen will have my head on a platter.
“What—?” Sookie began, but I interrupted her, needing some sort of outlet for my emotions, the frustration and fear at Eric’s discovery, the bloodlust at having to run from a fight. I unclipped Sookie’s seatbelt and pulled her against me. Regardless of it all, I had taken a woman like Sookie into the very lion’s den, and came back out with her by my side. My vampire nature screamed at me to claim her physically; I settled for crushing her lips to my own.
I struggled to control myself, and not frighten her. I simply reveled in the taste of her lips, the softness of them. She responded enthusiastically then she nipped at my lower lip, nearly causing me to lose my self-control. “Sookie,” my voice sounded ragged, even to myself. “If you do that any more I’ll have whether you want to be had or not,” I warned.
“You don’t want to,” she said, her voice unsteady.
How can she even question that? “Oh, yes, I want to,” I said, bringing her hand to the very evidence of how badly I wanted her in this moment.
Lights suddenly were flashing beside my car. “The police,” Sookie said. With my attention focused on her, I hadn’t even noticed what was going on around us. “Don’t let him know you’re a vampire, Bill,” she warned me. Was she embarrassed to be seen with a vampire, I thought angrily.
The police officer tapped on the window, so I turned on the engine, and ran the window down. I remained silent, trying to settle my emotions so that I could retract my fangs.
“Hello, officer,” Sookie said.
“You two know all the shops here are closed, right?” he said gesturing to the strip mall whose parking lot we were in.
“Yes, sir,” Sookie answered.
“Now, I can tell you been messing around a little, and I got nothing against that, but you two need to go home and do this kind of thing.”
“We will,” Sookie continued to answer for both of us. I was still overwhelmed by my emotions, and battling a strong urge to either glamor or drain this human for intruding, so I only gave a stiff nod.
“We’re raiding a bar a few blocks back. You two coming from there, by any chance?” Now I really wanted to drain this human, it was none of his concern what we were doing.
“No,” Sookie said.
“Vampire bar,” the cop clarified.
“Nope. Not us,” Sookie said.
“Let me just shine this light on your neck, miss, if you don’t mind.”
Sookie leaned forward to allow him, saying, “Not at all.”
I could feel my hands curl into claws, itching to attack this lowly human for his disrespect to me and mine. He then proceeded to shine the flashlight on my neck as well; obviously unaware I was a vampire.
“Okay, just checking. You two move on now,” he told us.
“Yes, we will,” Sookie said. Once again, I could only manage a nod. Sookie slid back into her seat and buckled up as I put the car in gear and left.
The drive back seemed even more silent than the drive to Shreveport. After I pulled up to the house, I went to Sookie’s door, and held it open for her. I was careful to keep my distance, lest I should not be able to stop myself from pinning her to the hood of my car and having her. The need to claim her after that night was still very strong, as was my frustration with her for Eric discovering her. I was scrambling to devise a plan to keep Eric at a safe distance from her. Perhaps if I could work out a deal with Eric, for him to occasionally use her for her ability, perhaps then both he and the Queen would be satisfied.
Sookie looked at me strangely, and hunched her shoulders together, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you cold?” I asked her, placing my arm carefully around her shoulders, trying to avoid too much contact with her warm skin.
“I am sorry I have pestered you. I won’t ask you for any more,” she told me stiffly.
What does it matter, who asks whom? Does she not see that I can hardly keep from throwing her down and fucking her senseless right now? “You—are—incredibly—naïve,” I said, struggling to keep my voice even.
“Well,” she looked at me with confusion, “I am?”
“Or maybe one of God’s fools,” I said remembering the story of the solider whose acts were considered brave by some, but the boy was so slow he didn’t even realize he was doing something considered brave. He was just behaving as he was driven to. So like Sookie, acting without thought, doing what she was driven to. It also reminded me of one particular solider that I tried so hard to forget.
“I guess,” she said sharply, “you’ll just have to find out.”
Her comment snapped me out of my musings, “It had better be me that finds out,” I threatened, an unnatural fear of her going to Eric striking me. I walked her to the door, and placed a light kiss on her forehead, not trusting my resolve to not do any more than that. “Good night, Sookie,” I whispered to her.
“Thanks for taking me,” she said quietly. She moved away and said, “I’m not calling you again,” she added, slipping in the door and closing it before I could respond.
One of God’s Fools, indeed, I thought to myself.
One of God’s Fools is actually a short story from McClure’s magazine about a boy solider from the Civil War. If I remember right it was published shortly after the Civil War.
Here’s a link to it: One of God’s Fools
It’s a very short read, and kind of interesting pertaining to Sookie, or I’ve always thought so.
Another big thanks to cretin, who caught a few more errors in the last chapter. Apparently, I can’t multitask very well anymore. I was setting up interviews when I read over that chapter, and obviously didn’t do a very good job. So big thank you for catching those errors, and don’t worry, if you can’t poke fun at yourself, who can you poke fun at? At least that’s my philosophy.
Let me know what you thought of meeting Eric! The next one will be interesting too, the phone call from Eric, and a phone call to the queen! Hmmm…