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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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After Anton left I felt dread well up inside me. That sentence doesn’t begin to cover the Winter that overcame my soul. Autumn had gone already and the leaves had turned brown as they looked at me. Miguel smirked around the room. He looked at each of us, taking his time exploring our faces, I kept mine carefully blank. Instinctively I knew that I was like a wounded animal and that he was a shark licking the water for the taste of blood and that once he’d tasted it he wouldn’t stop until he’d devoured me whole.
He stepped towards me and I stayed still and looked up at him as if he were my rugby coach. Because he was going to teach me things just like my coach had, but my coach had taught me things that I had enjoyed learning but this freak was going to teach me how to let go all of all hope.
I could feel him studying me. “She’s perfect,” he said quietly reaching down to my face. I didn’t cringe back this time, I stayed right where I’d been.
“Good girl,” he said with a faint smile.
His hand palmed my cheek and he turned up my face. “If you hadn’t taken her she’d be the next Emily Browning,” he said.
I didn’t even know who that was. I just knew that his hand was cold, competing with his eyes. He released me. “I want some crepes Alcide,” he said turning to him.
Alcide looked amused and he nearly bustled into the kitchen. “Fillings?” he called.
“Portobello mushrooms with Gruyere cheese,” he answered. “I’m a vegetarian,” he informed me pivoting his head back to me.
I had no comment.
Alcide was moving around the kitchen in a hurried paced way. I heard the cabinets opening and the sound of a mixer purring. He was in there a while and Miguel sat down next to me and lit one of his brown cigarettes and blew out rings, one large pale finger pierced them as they were born.
Then the song I’d been listening to when I’d been thrust into my new life started playing. “Something filled up, my heart with nothing, someone told me not to cry, now that I’m older, my heart is colder, and I can see that its lie.”
My heart turned to ash under my skin. “This is a good song,” Miguel said thoughtfully.
Eric tipped his head to the side listening it to with us. “Yeah it was my favorite song when I first heard it on her IPOD,” he said glancing at me.
I could picture it so clearly for some reason. Him sitting somewhere and listening to my IPOD while I was chained in the shed in the back yard. I felt violated.
He knew my favorite music. I bowed my head and tried to fade into the upholstery.
I smelled them cooking and Alcide came into the living room wearing his gray apron and I saw splatters of wet flour on it. The song ended with those children singing. I looked out the window and saw leaves swirling into the air like they were dancing a funeral dirge to their season. “They’re almost done,” Alcide said breaking into my thoughts.
Miguel smiled at him. His hand without his glancing in my direction went between my legs and he grabbed my crotch cruelly. Eric just looked at him doing it and said nothing.
Alcide disappeared and came back with crepes for Eric and Miguel. “I didn’t think that after the pie you’d be hungry,” he explained to me. I said nothing but it was true, I wasn’t hungry.
Eric laid the cloth napkin across his lap and took a bite. Miguel did the same and then groaned after he swallowed. “You should come work in one of my restaurants,” he said beaming at my rapist.
Alcide grinned before shaking his head. “I’m better at getting people fucked up.”
“So true,” Miguel murmured. “Speaking of that I have some new ecstasy for us to try, my man made it in the lab last week,” he added taking another bite.
I shuddered involuntarily at the statement. He caught my gesture and smiled evilly. “So you already did that with her?” he sounded disappointed.
Eric looked at me before replying. His expression was a strange mixture of memory and lust and something that looked almost like sadness. “Yes,” he finally said. He was remembering when I’d cum on him.
Miguel stared at him for a moment and what he said next made me creeped out. It was my first clue as to how well he knew Eric. “She came when you fucked her,” he said quietly.
Eric slowly nodded and handed his plate to Alcide who took it and Miguel’s to the kitchen. I heard him washing them and then putting them into the dishwasher. I listened intently to his every movement knowing that the moment he was done with them that I was going to be raped.
Miguel’s powerful arms moved as he lit another smoke. He was I was to find in my time in his midst, a chain smoker. He took from his pocket a clear crystal vial that had pink round pills stacked inside and withdrew four of them. He turned to me with one and forced my mouth open and said. “Chew it.”
I did and it tasted like strawberries. “I had him make them flavored,” he said passing them around.
Alcide left the room and came back carrying six bottles of water. He passed me two and sat down next to me after distributing them. I opened it. It tasted wonderful, like hope to a dying man in the desert.
A gorgeous song came on. “I see my pretty face in his old eyes, I listen to our blood run side by side, I throw my hands to you and run away, it’s so cold so dangerous that I can’t stay,” her voice soared into the air, reminding me of my aunt’s wedding where she’d had someone release a flock of doves into the bright blue sky.
“Soley,” Miguel said under his breath. He leaned back and sighed heavily. “This was Cullen’s favorite song wasn’t it?”
Alcide looked at him with something like longing in his eyes. “Yes,” he replied simply.
Miguel’s leg started thrumming to the music and he looked bored. “I can’t wait to feel this shit,” he looked to Alcide and said something softly to him in Spanish.
Alcide looked horrified but quickly hid it. He replied with a worried glance to me. “So you got rid of the TV,” their mentor commented glancing around the room. “Good, you listened to me, have you seen her on the news yet?”
Eric nodded. “Yeah they are searching the country for her, they showed her parents crying and all that,” he rolled his eyes and laughed.
I felt so small and helpless and sick when I heard that snowy laughter. I could picture my beautiful mother standing next to my daddy with tears raining down her perfect face and how he would have his arm around her waist.
“It will all calm down as they give up hope,” Miguel said nonchalantly.
My kidnappers ate up his every reassuring word. Twenty minutes later and ten good songs later I started to feel like my clothes were caressing my skin. I hated how much I liked their music. My jaws felt tight and I reached for the bottled water and took a long drink.
“It’s starting,” Miguel moaned. He reached for me and I didn’t move. This time the drug couldn’t help me escape the truth. A true monster was going to fuck me any minute.
Yet his touch felt good against my feverish skin. He cupped my chin and forced my lips to his. His tongue tasted of some foreign tobacco and he made some small sound of lust as we kissed.
“Her lips are so sexy,” he breathed pulling back from me.
He held up a finger and inserted into my still parted mouth. “Suck it,” he demanded. I did and in my high it felt so strange.
He withdrew his finger with a sharp intake of air. “You still have Balderdash?”
I almost laughed in giddy relief. It was a game I’d played once and I remembered really enjoying it. Alcide didn’t reply, he just went to the closet by the back door and withdrew the game.
We sat down at the kitchen table and I felt Miguel staring at me. “What do you do?” it seemed I was always asking people that lately.
“I’m the head of a cartel,” he said smirking. I knew for certain after he said that that he was a killer.
Alcide began handing out bits of paper. “I’ll be dasher,” Alcide said happily and then intoned the word. “Barathrum.” We all bowed our head and used our little pencils to make up the definitions.
I wrote mine out and then pushed the paper away. I knew the word’s real definition because when I was little I used to read antique dictionaries.
We handed him our slips and he began reading the definitions. When he got to mine he looked thunderstruck. Miguel and Eric voted, I of course voted for myself. And then Alcide read the definition. No one voted for my answer. “How the hell did you know that?” Alcide asked shaking his head. I explained and all three men looked bemused. The word meant an insatiable human being and I couldn’t help but feel the irony of it as it went through my mind.
“You must have been a weird kid,” Eric said turning his summer sky eyes on me.
“I was,” I replied.
Alcide got up and poured us all the coffee that Eric had requested he make. It was delicious and sipping it made me remember my mom for some reason. Probably because she drank like three pots a day of the stuff.
Miguel lit a smoke and glanced over at me. His yellow eyes shone like a neon moon from the pale beauty of his face. “We’ll play this for another hour while the shit kicks in,” he paused and his eyes radiated the unknown future and I shivered.
I won the game, but I then I almost always won every game. But this most crucial game I was going to lose.
I must say, I don’t get hardly any reviews for this story but the ones that I do get are breathtaking. Thank you to those special few that give back. The song that was Cullen’s favorite is called “Pretty Face” by Soley. It’s wonderful. I just decided that it doesn’t really matter that almost no one is reviewing this story, I’m writing it for myself mostly. I’m proud of it, I hope that doesn’t sound egotistical. I don’t mean it to.
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