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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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Alcide paused the game to go over to yet another Bose and I rolled my eyes. They were obviously stinking rich. One of my favorite songs came on and it surprised me so much that I missed the hoop for the first time since the game started. I wanted to cry because Brandon and I had always listened to this song in his bedroom. “I got half a mind to scream out loud, I got have a mind to die, so I won’t ever have to lose you girl, I won’t ever to lie, won’t ever have to say goodbye. Please forgive me if I act a little strange for I know not what I do, feels like lightening running through my veins, every time I look at you.”
Alcide came back and Anton laughed. “This song is fucking gay,” he muttered running up the court to deposit the ball.
“Shut up, I like this song,” Alcide snapped.
“Whatever bro,” I realized something for the first time, Anton was his best friend.
His friend with those spooky blue eyes passed me the ball and I danced through them, my rapists and threw it in despite their greater height. I suspected that they allowed me to do so. But why I don’t know.
“Hey you don’t mind about James do you?” Alcide asked his buddy.
Anton shook his head and wiped his brow. “Fuck no, he was a major dork, I just used him to buy me drugs,” he smirked. “He was in love with me I think,” after he added that a cruel laugh escaped him.
Alcide got a strange look on his face and turned away. He was attracted to Anton. I looked at him critically and thought to myself that Anton was nearly as beautiful as my rapists. And just as evil.
We wrapped up our game and sat in lawn chairs in the barn and drank Sweetwater beer. I could almost forget I was a prisoner. “Can we play more often?” I asked Eric.
He looked surprised for a moment. “Yeah whenever Anton’s here,” he glanced over. “Would you do that for her, come by once or twice a week?”
Anton smiled at me and I saw that his teeth were perfect. “Yeah sure, she doesn’t suck at it like most chicks.”
His pale eyes appraised me for probably the twelve time. “You guys really won’t let me fuck her?”
Eric smirked and shook his head. “Get your own slave.”
“But I’m your best friend,” he said to Alcide peevishly.
“What he said,” he pointed to Eric.
“We should have brought some drugs out here,” Anton said leaving the barn. Then it was just the three of us.
I had never seen them so relaxed or happy looking. So normal looking. “Please don’t make me do any more drugs,” I said softly.
They stared at me and then looked at each other. “You don’t have to do anymore tonight,” it wasn’t lost to me that they were saying that I would have to at another time.
Anton came in the barn whistling a happy tune holding three baggies and the pipe. “Hey can I crash here tonight?”
Alcide shrugged his approval. Other than the drugs this situation was so ordinary, well and other than the fact that someone had just had his brains blown out. I was almost content which made me sick. The physical excretion of the game had relaxed me and made me feel like me again.
“I miss Cullen,” Anton said laying out some lines on the table we sat around.
A silence fell over them then. Sadness spread across their faces all at once. “How did he die?” I asked addressing Anton.
“You don’t know? He blew his own brains out,” the sound of Eric’s razor separating the lines was so loud.
“We didn’t want her to know that shit head,” Alcide said gruffly.
I doubled over as it hit me, the horror of it all. “I thought you killed him,” I whispered.
Eric looked genuinely shocked. “Why would you think that?”
“Because you sick fuck, you told me the other night that you were eventually going to kill me.”
Eric punched in my stomach. He moved so fast that I didn’t see the blow coming. He crouched down before me with his eyes so blue peering into mine. “Sookie we’re not going to kill you most likely, we would sell when we got tired of you” he said quietly.
I didn’t think. I slapped him as hard as I could. His head barely moved with the blow before he slammed me on the ground and put his booted foot against my throat. “If you ever again do that I will fucking rip off that beautiful head of yours,” he screamed down at me with rage transforming his face.
“Eric be careful,” Alcide murmured.
Eric started shaking and his face went even paler than usual and he collapsed. Alcide walked over to him and cradled him in his arms. “What happened to him?” I asked.
He glanced up at me. “He has fits, spells when he gets too angry.”
“Sometimes he blacks out and does fucked up shit but most of the time he just passes out,” Anton said hitting the bowl.
“Like what kind of stuff?”
“Oh he killed this guy once with his bare hands for saying fuck you to him,” Anton said causally.
Now I was even more afraid of Eric. Alcide and Anton lifted him up and carried him into the now immaculate house. Consuela was gone but there was an apple pie sitting on the table and a little note on the table written in Spanish. They settled Eric into his bed and we all sat down on the couch. Alcide read the note with a tender expression. “She’s my aunt,” he said when I looked surprised.
“You’re part Mexican?”
He nodded. He didn’t look even remotely Mexican but then neither had the cleaning woman now that I thought back on it. “But you’re white,” I said.
“Not all Mexicans are short little brown skinned spics,” he replied with an exasperated face. “Our family comes from there but were originally we came from Argentina.” That explained how he knew Spanish so well.
“So when do you think you’ll get tired of Sookie?” Anton asked.
Alcide shot him a glare. “Look at her and tell me that she isn’t the hottest fucking girl you’ve ever seen, what do you think?”
Anton scowled. “Ok,” he held up his hands in a gesture calling for peace. “Duly noted, shit,” he said under his breath.
“Why do you guys have enough money for a Bose for every room but dumpy furniture?” I asked my dark haired captor.
He smirked and surprisingly didn’t get angry. “Because we like old stuff, well I do more so than Eric.”
He looked so relaxed that I ventured another bold question. “What kind of lawyer is Eric?”
Alcide didn’t answer that immediately because he was smoking meth. “He’s a criminal defense attorney.”
That didn’t surprise me one bit. “Figures.”
Alcide laughed and leaned over and licked my neck. “Put on our fuck mix Anton,” he said nuzzling my neck.
He did and came and sat back down next to us. It was obvious that Alcide was getting aroused. “I want to make out with you,” he said into my ear before licking it and nibbling it. I kissed him back when he kissed me and fought the urge to kick his balls in. His hand went under my tank top and he fondled my breasts. “Can I watch when you fuck her?”
Alcide turned slightly with a smile. “Sure that way when we do sell her to you, you know exactly what you’re getting,” he turned back to me and I wanted to slap that smug look right off his perfect face.
He took my hand and led me up the stairs to his bedroom with his evil best friend following behind us. “Alcide please don’t have him watch,” I whimpered once we got in.
He slapped me lightly. “You belong to me and Eric utterly, you are nothing but a hot piece for us to play with,” he put my face into a vice like grip and made me nod. “Do you understand that sweetheart?”
Hey great reviews for last chapter! Oh Marebear (hope I spelled that right) your review was awesome! I think out of all my readers you enjoy this story probably the most, or at least your one of the more vocal ones. Oh and Skarsgirl I was so happy to receive your review, as I didn’t think you were still reading my work.
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