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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15174 -:- 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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We left our luxurious suit that had probably cost Anton a thousand dollars a night, just like a family concluding a vacation. It stung, the analogy. The sky above was dark with a coming storm. “We need to hurry,” Anton said looking up at the sky.
We all piled into the Lexus and this time Eric drove. I found myself watching his forearms, the control and precision he drove with was almost sexy. He was so fierce and capable about it, he wove in and out of traffic like a Nascar driver. Anton was clearly bored and he reached into his backpack and pulled out a pad. “What’s that?”
He glanced up. “Mad Libs,” he replied bending his head back to it. That’s weird I thought.
“So you kill people and do drugs nonstop and now you’re playing Mad Libs?”
He seemed annoyed. “Stop bringing that up, get over it and Mad Libs are fun.”
I was quiet the rest of the trip and dozed off. When I awoke I was chained in Alcide’s bed just like I hadn’t just gotten back from a wonderful scary vacation. I lay there for hours and listened for some sound from below.
The front door opened and an unfamiliar voice traveled up the stairs. “Eric?”
I started screaming. “Help me!”
Footsteps came up slowly up the stairs which should have been my first clue. A tall man appeared. “Who the hell are you?”
“Sookie Stackhouse,” I said my voice hoarse.
He flicked on the light. “Holy shit you’re that girl that’s been on the news,” his face so resembled Eric that I knew he must be related. His blonde hair was lighter and he looked around my age, maybe a few years older.
“Who are you?”
“Simon, Eric’s brother,” he turned to go and I cried out.
Slowly he faced me. “Look I don’t know what’s going on here, I can’t help you, I just came by to pick up some shit.”
“Please Simon,” I pleaded rattling the chains.
His eyes were cold but conflicted, I wondered if he was as soulless as his brother. “I don’t have the fucking key, don’t you get that?”
“Stay and talk to me,” my eyes searched his face for some sign of caring. He let out a long sigh and tufted his hair the way Eric always did.
He stood there staring at me before going to the corner to grab the chair. He flipped it backwards and the gesture evoked fear in me. “About what?”
“What do you do?”
“Why do you want to know?” he pulled out a smoke and lit it.
“I run drugs for Alcide,” he added after a long silence.
“Why is Eric like this?” I moved my arms to rattle the chains.
Simon hit his smoke. “I can’t tell you that, he would kill me,” he said under his breath.
“Do you know what he and Alcide have been doing to me?”
He looked away with an odd mixture of emotion. “Probably some sick ass shit if I had to guess, just like with Cullen,” he swore quietly. “Eric said after what happened with him that he wouldn’t do this weird slave shit anymore.”
“Tell me something Simon, if you had the key would you use it?”
We stared at each other for a long time. “Probably not, if Alcide didn’t kill me Eric would, I’m sorry,” and he did look sorry.
“You’re not like him.”
He shook his head and crushed out the smoke in the crystal ashtray. “No, I’m fucked in the head but not like him, I got go, nice to meet you,” then before I could plead with him further he was gone.
I heard him go up to the attic, for drugs I assumed. The hopelessness of having another human being in the house that wasn’t a sadist; and that wasn’t going to help me was heart wrenching.
I heard the front door being locked again and it reminded me of going to a working plantation with my parents when I’d been a child and hearing the sound of a black smith forging. I was being forged now, but in reverse, I was being ruthlessly unmade.
Eric came home I heard enter his bedroom. He came in a half hour later looking tired and frustrated. “Simon called me,” he said.
I could see that his brother had asked about what was going on and I felt hopeful, it must have shown because he gave a cruel laugh.
“Forget about it, he’s too loyal to me to fuck up my life like that.”
I frowned bitterly. “Don’t you mean too afraid?”
He smirked and looked down at me. “That too.”
“Come on its time for you to eat and drink a shake,” he undid my restraints and led me downstairs.
He started making me scrambled eggs and I smelled them burning. “Fuck,” he muttered.
“I can’t cook a fucking thing, I don’t know how Alcide does it.”
“Eric what was your childhood like?”
I didn’t expect him to answer but he did. “It makes what we do to you look like a walk in the park,” he picked up the pan and scraped the eggs into the trash.
I didn’t know what to say so I stayed quiet. All I felt was curiosity, I wasn’t so far gone that I felt pity for him. “Everyone has a choice in what they become Eric,” I said softly.
“Did I have a choice when I spent my entire childhood in a fucking cage?,” he snarled looking like a madman.
He grew pale and started shaking and his eyes seemed almost electric. He was blacking out and fear clenched over me.
He advanced towards me and I screamed without thought “Daddy!”
He froze in his tracks and tears filled his eyes. “Don’t you ever fucking say that again,” he crouched down and picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I cried out again and again as went up the stairs.
His kindness at Disney World now seemed so distant. He threw onto his bed and had such an inhuman crazed look as he stripped off his jeans and t-shirt. “You just had to push me didn’t you,” he said savagely.
Then he started beating me while he raped my ass. I felt my eye swell shut and fluid leak from it. He just kept pounding into me and on me. “Please Eric I’m sorry,” he was deaf to my cries. He was trapped in some horrible twilight of his soul. This time there was no music. Only the sound of flesh being torn and possibly a bone or two being broken and my screams that were ripped from me.
Eric pulled of me and I heard him leaving the room and going downstairs. I didn’t think, I ran for the front door barely able to see and wrenched open the door. My lithe fast body ate up the ground. He tackled me halfway through the field of cotton. He was holding a broken bottle and he hurled me onto my stomach and began plunging it into me. I felt something wet hit the small of my back. He was crying, sobbing really.
I was being damaged beyond repair. Dimly I saw me in that red dress wearing that dainty bonnet surrounded by them, all of them touching me protectively, what a joke.
“Please stop,” I whimpered trying not to thrash because that just made the pain worse.
His arm must have gotten tired because he stopped. “That will teach you,” he whispered.
Blood was gushing from me, pouring onto the rotted cotton. He was coming back to himself I saw as he turned me over. The glazed look in his eyes was gone. An expression of horror was on his face as his hand went slowly to the wet ground below me. He cradled me into his big arms. “I’m so sorry,” he moaned.
Blood from me smeared his chest as he carried me back home. Home is where the heart is right? A laugh so ragged escaped me as I had that thought.
He settled me onto the couch and sat naked in his favorite chair the recliner. Then he fumbled around like a blind man on the floor next to him and found a smashed up cigarette pack. “What just happened is regrettable,” he murmured.
I said nothing because I could almost see that crazed electric light coming back to his eyes.
He hit his smoke and smiled tiredly at me. “We’ll I’ve had a big day in the courtroom, I won a case I’ve been working on a long time, I’m going upstairs to change,” he turned and winked at me. “If I were you I wouldn’t move a muscle.” It seemed when you were his brand of evil that you couldn’t regret doing something evil for too long.
He strolled down the stairs carrying a soup can and wearing a smile. He was a cocaine addict. He spilled out a huge pile and used his straight razor to cut them up into lines. He did three before pressing the straw into my hand. I did it and cringed back as his head bent towards me. “You asked for it,” he said near my ear after kissing me gently on my swollen eye.
“I know I did,” I said truthfully. I had known when I asked about his childhood that I was playing with fire.
Eric looked satisfied with my reply. He reached into his khaki’s and pulled out his IPhone and pushed a button. “Sookie was a bad girl this afternoon, pick up some salve and bandages and some more oxy cottons,” he paused and listened. “Yes, were out, fine, love you too.”
I was shocked it was the first time I had ever heard him say that to his lover.
Sophi your reviews are increasingly brilliant, you seem to catch things that I don’t even notice I did, so thank you from the bottom of black twisted soul! Marebare thanks go to you for your wonderful reviews and devotion to this tale. Thanks go to Cullen’s Pet for her kind assurance that its OK when a story is hijacked and thanks to everyone else for sounding in.
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