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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own or have any rights to the Southern Vampire novels, they are the sole property of Charlaine Harris! I do not make any money from this Fiction!

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Eric turned back to me with a dazed a look. “You came,” he whispered. He looked completely shocked.
I collapsed at his feet in anguish. I had never hated myself or them so much. He bent down and picked me up and chained me to the bed. For a long time he stared down at me. “Thank you,” then he walked out of the room after putting his clothing back on.
I was still intoxicated but now it was more distant, more manageable and I was once again becoming the ghost that I later became in truth. They had left the music playing and as tears rained down my bruised face a haunting melody began playing. It was unlike anything they had played before and I wondered which of them had put it on the IPOD. It was an Irish song and the woman’s voice was like vocal mist. It made my chest hurt with longing. A longing so deep that I would never be free of it.
I felt my residual wetness with disgust. Eric’s face ghosted behind my eyelids when they lowered. That look of shock as he realized that I had cum when he fucked me. And his funeral like expression when he entered me tonight. He was evil, so rotted in his heart that there could never be redemption for him and it made me want to rip my brain out and smash it like an old pumpkin when I thought about submitting to him and enjoying it.
I heard the front door open and voices drifted up. Two males it sounded like. I heard next footsteps coming up the stairs. Eric entered and said nothing and undid me and tossed me my clothing. “Our friends are here, they know all about you so don’t waste your breath,” he told me, taking my hand to lead me downstairs. The thought that they knew about my repeated rapes and beatings and still wanted to hang out with these two made me dislike them immediately.
When I entered the living room someone was laughing. “Yeah I saw that on the news,” a dark haired one said. He glanced up at me and went still. His eyes were the palest blue I’d ever seen and they widened for a second. “Well this must be her,” he added.
He was holding a gun which he tucked into his pants when I came in. I wondered if I’d been on the news. I had never seen a TV here so I didn’t know for sure. “She’s smoking,” he said sitting down on the couch and snorting a line.
He was straight, somehow I knew that. He lifted his head back and a sigh escaped him. The other guy was shorter than his friend and his face was almost kind. He looked at me sadly before disguising his expression. His hair was red, the kind of red hair that makes people call you a ginger. He looked out of place among these gorgeous men, like a stalk of corn among orchids.
“This is James,” Eric said gesturing to the corn stalk and then pointed at the beautiful one on the couch. “And this is Anton,” he plopped down beside his guest and picked up the discarded shorn straw and did a line.
“Sookie?” he asked holding it out to me. I took it from reflex, not desire.
“No thanks,” I said handing it back to him.
“I insist,” he said smiling slightly as if to show his friends that he was a good guy. Yeah right. If he was good than Satan was just misunderstood.
So I knelt and he held back my hair so it wouldn’t fuck up his lines that were carefully spread out on the table. I felt the now familiar drain pass through my face and scowled at the bitter taste in the back of my throat. Eric reached for his pack of Marlboro reds and pulled one free and lit it.
“I thought you got hypnotized to quit those,” Anton said.
Eric shrugged. “I did but recent stress has had me coming back to them.”
I was on my knees before them and his guest glanced down at me. “Wow she looks so young.”
Alcide sat next to his boyfriend and co-captor and laughed. “She is, she was a sophomore in high school,” I should have been a junior but I’d been held back in kindergarten because I couldn’t skip or spell my name.
“Hit the IPOD would you?” Eric asked James the kind faced guy.
Eminem came on. It was a song that I had heard on the radio briefly. “I’m not afraid to take a stand, I’m not afraid.” I tipped my head to the side and listened carefully to his words, I had never paid attention to rap before, I was more of a country music girl.
The whole song was a joke. He was obviously talented but the truth was that I was afraid. Deeply, I was drowning in fear, I was also drowning in numbness. The future seemed certain for the first time. I was going to be used and discarded and probably buried beside Cullen.
Another song started and then Eminem started rapping again. I was just grateful that it wasn’t a song about love. Have you ever noticed that songs about love are everywhere?
I bowed my head as I remembered that Brandon had once told me that I was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. I felt someone watching me. I lifted my head and saw Anton staring at me. “I’ve never seen eyes like hers,” he commented with something like lust and confusion.
Eric smirked down at me. “I know, I’ve never seen any like that before either, I just knew we had to adopt her.” The word adopt was so fucking gross, so wrong that I cringed. He laughed and chucked my chin up gently. “Our little girl,” he added packing the clear bowl with more shards.
I felt used up, drained of all life when Anton reached down and traced the line of my jaw. “She’s gorgeous,” he breathed out after he’d hit the bowl.
My rapists said nothing but their eyes glowed with a repulsive self-satisfaction. “Can I fuck her?”
They both frowned at the same time. “No,” Alcide said bending his head down to snort a line.
I looked away but when I went to stand, Alcide pushed me back to my knees. “Stay,” he said softly.
I felt wired from the cocaine. My blood was rushing under my skin and the horror of being nothing but an object of lust hit me in the gut, hard. I used to be a real girl, a girl with a boyfriend, a life. Now I was just this girl with strange eyes that had drawn my doom.
Alcide pressed the bowl to my lips and I inhaled the meth slowly and coughed. I knew what it was, I had always known in the back of my mind. James cleared his throat and looked uncomfortable. “Is she OK?” his voice was gentle and deeply Louisiana.
Alcide looked over at him with disdain. “She’s just fine pussy,” he drawled.
“Why do you hang out with him? He’s such a tool,” he added addressing Anton.
Anton smiled and shrugged. What happened next haunts me even now. “Don’t you think that you should let her go?”
Eric reached in the back of his pants and shot the ginger in the forehead. The sound made me scream. His brains spread around the room, spraying the scene with gory pulp. Anton just sat there and then he sighed long and heavy. “Fuck,” he said under his breath.
Alcide got up and as usual the cleanliness of his environment was all important. He nonchalantly started cleaning up the bits of brain that lay scattered all around James. “Eric I’ve told you before that you shouldn’t kill people inside,” he said just like a fussy mother whose child has soiled the house with melting ice cream.
“Did you want me to let him walk out of here and call the cops?” Eric returned.
Alcide turned from his position on the floor with a bloody rag in his hand. “Fuck this, I’m going to call Consuela,” he reached into his pocket and pressed a button.
I distantly heard the phone ring and then he began speaking in flawless Spanish. He hung up and sat on the couch and causally snorted the last line of coke. It was repugnant how relaxed he seemed. I knew that this wasn’t the first death that they had dealt, of course there was Cullen but it hadn’t occurred to me that he wasn’t the only one.
We all just sat there. Anton started talking about a hurricane that was supposed to hit our state. Alcide made coffee and passed mugs out. He leaned down and held a cup to the corpse. “Cream or sugar James?” he laughed a little and the sound chilled me to my core.
“Oh James always had his coffee like a little bitch,” Anton said from above me. “Sugar and cream, fucking fag.”
Eric and Alcide didn’t seem offended by his use of that word. But then they are very masculine and not at all effeminate. It was as if they were just lovers because they were both so beautiful that they couldn’t find anyone else that was in their realm of physical perfection.
Twenty minutes later a Mexican woman appeared carrying supplies. She had bottles of cleaning solvent and she smiled at Alcide like she was his mother. They conversed in Spanish for a bit before she started cleaning.
She bustled around happily picking up brain like it was just another day. I was of course horrified. And the fucking music was still playing, it had in fact never stopped.
A Fiona Apple song started. It was fittingly “Criminal”. Anton was getting fidgety with all the coke and his leg started jumping above me.
“This is boring,” he muttered.
Alcide smirked. “Agreed, let’s go outside and fuck around.”
He took my hand and pulled me from the floor.
We went out back to a barn that I hadn’t noticed before.
And unbelievably they started playing basketball with the hoop that was mounted on the far wall. They were playing a real game for a while but since there was only three they all stopped and turned to me. Anton threw the ball towards me. “You any good?”
I nodded and threw the ball neatly into the hoop. “Oh she’s hot and athletic, nice combo Alcide,” Anton said and then they both high fived.
So I played a game of basketball and lithely moved around the court. And you know what the worst part was? I had fun. And just a couple hundred yards away a Mexican woman was cleaning up a human being.
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