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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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Outside the wind crashed against the windows and the flash of lightning from the sky lit the dim room with a ghoulish light. Alcide was looking at Anton with surprise. “Why did you listen to her?”
Anton shrugged and ran his hands through his dark brown hair. “I don’t know,” he murmured.
The black haired one scowled and got up and I nearly screamed until I realized that he wasn’t headed for the Bose. He went into the kitchen and I heard him open the oven. A beep sounded and I figured he was preheating it. He came back in and sat down with a lost almost sad expression. It staggered me. His face usually only contained three things; anger, lust, amusement. Never sadness.
His head fell into his hands and he moaned. “Remembering?” Anton asked softly.
Alcide nodded slightly. I turned to Anton and he looked uncomfortable. “Don’t say a fucking word about that shit,” he snarled going back into the kitchen. Something had happened to Alcide, something so horrible that it was still haunting him, something had turned him into this beast of a human being. I heard the oven open and the sound of something being slid in.
I wondered what had happened to not just him but to Eric, people aren’t usually born monsters they are made. Twenty minutes later I was so high that when the smell of apple pie entered my nose I thought I was imagining it. Alcide went back into that obscenely cheerfully painted kitchen and came back with three slices of pie, the one that his aunt had made him. On top there was vanilla ice cream.
Anton took his with relish. I wondered how he could be hungry when meth notoriously makes you forget to eat. “This your homemade custard?” he asked before taking a large bite to his mouth.
Alcide smiled. “Of course, you know I don’t do store bought stuff,” he looked pointedly at my untouched plate and I picked it up. The first bite was a shock to my system because it had been weeks since I tasted anything sweet.
“How long have I been with you two sick fucks?” I asked Alcide.
He didn’t seem offended by my label for them. He scratched his head. “I don’t know exactly, maybe three weeks?”
Three weeks. That was all and I already was forgetting what my parents looked like, what Brandon looked like. Their faces were fading into the shadows of my new life. This life of torture and abuse.
This scene in this sad and slightly decaying farm house eating apple pie with vanilla custard was so surreal. I could only eat half the pie though it was maybe the best I’d ever had. The custard was overwhelmingly rich and I devoured my entire scoop. The drugs and the pie, the sugar released something in me, some sort of false happiness. I found myself smiling at Alcide. “Thanks,” I said taking my plate into the kitchen, but before I got up to go I saw his expression; he looked shocked.
Anton packed more shards. “You know you still owe me a grand,” Alcide said irritably.
Anton arched a dark brow and smirked. “Oh that’s right,” he reached into his pocket and set down a big roll of money that had a silken ribbon holding it in place. “What do you do?” I asked him.
Alcide’s friend smiled over at me. “Why do you care?”
I didn’t know so I just shrugged. “I’m the heir to the Bud Light fortune, so not a whole lot,” he said with a wicked look in his eyes.
I was so shocked that my mouth fell open. “But then why? Why did you use James for money?”
Anton hit the bowl and then held it to my lips. I inhaled and didn’t cough this time. He finally answered me. “Because I use people that I don’t like, I take whatever I can from them,” he said quietly with a dagger like smile.
It was such an evil thing to say. “That’s shitty,” I muttered.
He seemed unfazed by my disdain. “It’s fun,” he corrected.
I heard Eric coming down the stairs. He wore a tight black t-shirt and his hair was damp I guessed from taking a recent shower. “Hey,” he said to them. “How long was I out for this time?” his eyes went to me and for a split second he looked relieved.
Alcide thought about it. “About four hours, you missed the hottest thing.”
Eric sat in the recliner and lit a cigarette. “Yeah?”
“I fucked her while Anton watched.”
He was quiet staring at us. Alcide looked slightly alarmed and I realized something for the first time, he was slightly afraid of his lover. “What?” his voice was deadly calm.
He looked jealous but of whom or what I wasn’t certain. “Yeah it was no big deal, you were dead to the world,” he replied with something like forced casualness.
Eric sighed and flicked his smoke into the ashtray that was in a stand beside him. “Don’t do that anymore without me,” his eyes narrowed through the smoke. He was broadcasting some sort of silent warning.
“Ok I won’t,” Alcide muttered sounding sad.
Eric’s blue eyes nailed me in place as his attention drifted to me. “Did you like it slut?”
I shook my head and said nothing because I could almost feel his boot on my throat again. “Did Anton touch her?”
Their friend snorted a line and said “Yeah I felt her up a little, is that alright?”
My blond captor scowled. “Not really but I don’t feel like killing again tonight,” he glanced out the window and saw that it was now daytime, and added, “Well another day now.”
His words were so thoughtfully said that it made me sick. Alcide glanced over to Anton nervously.
“Hmm, do I smell pie?” Alcide got up and almost hurried into the kitchen and I heard the microwave start up. He came back a minute later with his serving and kissed his cheek as he handed it to him. He laid a cloth napkin on the arm of the chair. I finally knew who was in charge in this relationship and it wasn’t Alcide.
“Make some coffee please,” Eric said to him.
Alcide disappeared into the kitchen. Eric ate with a small look of pleasure. “Remind me to send your aunt a thank you card with some cash,” he called out to his boyfriend.
“Sure,” he returned.
“We’re going to have some company this afternoon,” Eric informed me.
“Who?”
“Our mentor you could call him,” he set his plate down on the floor beside him.
“What does that mean?”
“He taught us how to procure slaves and keep them, and break them,” Alcide said from the doorway of the yellow room.
“Can’t wait to meet him,” I said in a really cheerful way and they both looked surprised and their laughter was genuine.
Eric got up and strolled over to the IPOD. “Please don’t,” I nearly whispered. He turned back with some confusion.
“She’s burned out on your music,” Anton said and then laughed.
To my surprise Eric didn’t start any music. “We do listen to a lot of it,” he murmured.
He stretched and tufted his hair. “You any good at football?” he asked me.
“I’m good at all sports,” I ran my fingernails over my chest like people do when their being cocky and all three guys laughed.
“You know we went to all your games,” he said quietly. “You were the best one on the team, we were proud of you,” this admittance made me feel odd. Like they were my foster parents, it was sick but some part of me was touched too and when I felt that I wanted to find a gun and empty it into my brain.
“Come on, I’ll give you some of Cullen’s sweats to wear,” I followed him up stairs and he opened what they now referred as the piss room. He sniffed around the air and made a disgusted face. Then looked frustrated and angry as he opened different drawers, he found them at last and handed them to me along with a jersey.
They were so big on me that I felt lost in them as I put them on. I didn’t even ask Eric to leave so I could change and that bothered me. It was like I was getting so used to them and their right to see me naked. But I knew they had no right, it was something they’d decided as soon as I got here.
As we went down the stairs he said. “You know I just decided that were going to put you in the fourth bedroom, that other room stinks too bad.”
All four of us went out and I saw that Alcide had changed into track pants and a faded t-shirt. Eric had changed too at some point, his pants anyway.
The storm had ended just as abruptly as it began. “I get dibbs on Sookie,” Anton called out. Both of my captors looked irritated by this but said nothing. I crossed the back yard to my teammate. It was decided after they saw me throw the football flawlessly that I would be the quarter back.
The sky above was still dark and I wondered if it would rain again. The ground was soft and the air was humid against my face as I played. Halfway through I passed the ball to Anton. “I want to catch for a while,” I said because the urge to run, get exercise was strong.
They were all admiration as I caught it time and time again perfectly and ran lithely around them to the end zone. I used to be on the track team for a while before rugby got in the way. I was faster than them all even with how petite I am.
A light ran started to fall but I was having so much fun and I could see so were they that we didn’t stop playing. Anton and I won the game and I actually accepted his high five with a smile.
“I like her,” he said to them as we sat in the barn.
Eric looked interested. “You hate everyone I thought,” he commented.
“No I hate almost everyone,” Anton replied. He pulled a bag of pot from his pocket. He expertly rolled what the stoners at school called a “fattie” and lit it, inhaling deeply he passed it to me. I toked on it and remembered my first and only joint from last year that I smoked with Gini my best friend.
“We like her too, she’s not annoying and she’s so damn hot,” Alcide said with a little smile tossed my way. I was so high and relaxed from football and the drugs that I smiled back.
“I need to work out every day,” I said coming to a decision.
Anton looked over with a smirk. “What for? You weigh like twenty pounds.”
“Because I like being active,” I said taking the joint and hitting it again.
“I’ll buy you anything you need,” Anton said with a serious expression.
“Thanks Anton,” I stood up and began stretching.
When I straightened my kidnappers were watching me with thoughtful expressions. I never knew what they would do or say next.
We cracked some beers and for just a little while I forgot that I wasn’t me.

AN: For Some reason on this site it's saying there is only now 19 chapter but on the other site its saying there is twenty, I think I got the numbering screwed up. Well I didn't hear back from you guys at all last chapter which sucks, but whatever.
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