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The Distant Blue	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 15171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I ducked as his fist coasted towards my face. He tore me up from the couch and his body was shaking so hard that it shook mine. He collapsed at my feet and Alcide cradled him at once. “Fuck,” he muttered.
The doorbell rang and he released his lover to answer the door. It was Simon. He came in wearing his leather jacket and looking like the epitome of a bad boy. He looked concerned when he saw his brother lying on the floor. “What happened this time?”
Alcide told him and he seemed totally blown away. “Wow I didn’t think he’d ever love a girl,” he said softly.
He sat down on the couch next to me. “Hi Sookie,” he said with a little smile. I said hi back and he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and set it down.
“I had Anton take care of Juan,” he said pulling a smoke from his pack. He smoked the same kind that his brother did.
“Good,” Alcide said absently stroking Eric’s hair back from his face.
“Are you in love with him?”
Alcide looked up. “Who?”
“Eric.”
“Of course I am,” he said looking surprised.
Alcide glanced at Simon. “Help me carry him to bed.”
He got up and helped and they went upstairs. I stared at the door longingly but didn’t move. That door represented everything that I could never do again. I knew that if I ran again that I would die. Some part of me wanted that and it scared me to my bones that the thought of dirt covering me was comforting.
They came back down and Alcide was smoking a cigarette and I was taken aback. “I didn’t know,” I said simply.
Alcide looked so sad that it made me feel funny. “I don’t smoke unless I’m extremely stressed,” I wondered at that, if he was stressed because of what Eric had said or because of what had happened as a result of it, or of what was going to occur when he awoke. I didn’t know, I was balancing on the edge of their knife.
He sat in the recliner and looked at Simon with affection. “How’s things going on your end?”
Simon hit his smoke and sighed. “Teresa broke up with me last night,” he said bowing his head through the cloud around his face.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“She said she couldn’t date a degenerate,” he replied crushing out his smoke in the ashtray in front of him.
“Eric needs some medication for these spells,” he said after a minute with his eyes up to the ceiling.
“He takes Xanax but it doesn’t really help,” Eric’s boyfriend replied.
Simon seemed thoughtful and scared. “Someday he’s going to get caught in one of his black outs.”
My captor smirked. “Anton and I won’t ever let that happen,” he said in a reassuring way.
The blonde next to me looked over. “She hasn’t been on the news in over a week.”
Alcide nodded. “Yeah I know, Eric told me.”
I pictured Eric watching me on the news in the break room of his firm and felt sick.
Alcide reached down and opened secret compartment of the recliner and pulled out a soup can. He pulled out a baggie of pot and rolled a joint. “I gotta get going I have to make her a card,” I assumed he meant his girlfriend.
I thought it was endearing that he was making her a card and not buying her one, then I recalled that Eric also liked to make homemade cards. “Stay for a bit,” Alcide urged.
“I really can’t, we didn’t get rid of Juan completely yet,” he said going to the door.
“OK but come by later in the week and we’ll party,” Simon said he would and then he was gone.
Alcide got up and locked the door, all three locks.
Then it was just the two of us. He passed me the half burned joint and I hit it and immediately felt relaxed. “I miss having a TV, I mean I never watched it that much except for cooking shows but still…”
“How did you meet Miguel?” the question coming from me was a surprise since I hadn’t known I was going to ask it.
“He’s my uncle,” Alcide said quietly.
It was so fucking sick that I made a face. “And you fuck him?”
He reached for Eric’s cigarettes and lit one. “Yeah he’s hot and I’ve been fucking him for years,” he paused and hit his smoke. He looked nonplussed at my disdain.
“Why?”
He smirked. “There are reasons behind it, rest assured,” he replied.
Some part of me felt bad for him but I didn’t know where that was coming from. “Why did you let him have Stellen fuck me?”
He went still before me. “Because he’s my boss, if he said so I would be dead by the morning.”
So Miguel was his supplier. How stupid of me not to have already thought of that. He stood and went into the kitchen and I heard the familiar sound of the mixer going. He was in there a long time. Then I smelled strawberries. He came in holding a slice of strawberry pie with his homemade custard and I almost felt affection for him when I bit into it. “I’m going to start making some high calorie things for you,” he said watching me eat.
He went over to the Bose and pushed a button. The Fray came on. It was “How to save a life” and I remembered listening to it in Gini’s car.
“Do you know how to drive? We never saw you doing that,” he said.
“No I failed my driver’s test,” I admitted and felt oddly embarrassed.
He was surprised I saw when I looked up. “But you’re so coordinated.”
“I know but I can’t get the difference between left and right down.”
“Why?”
“I was born five months early and my brain is messed up.”
He digested that in silence. Then he spoke after a long time. “How do you play sports then?”
“With sports I don’t know I’ve just always been good, even with that shit going on,” I realized that I had my usual arrogance in my tone.
We we’re quiet for a time just getting high. He passed me the dwindling joint and I toked on it absently yet urgently. I needed space and drugs were the only thing that gave me that anymore.
“My mom didn’t even know she was pregnant with me, she drank all the way up until the hour I was born,” I said surprising myself with this information.
My mom had always been a drinker but she didn’t become a drunk until Mathew had been born. Alcide was thinking about something and a moment later I found out what. “I bet you were a beautiful little girl.”
I shrugged. “I guess so, I was a tomboy.”
Eric stirred upstairs and I went stiff with fear. Alcide cast me a helpless look, he couldn’t stop Eric any more than I could. He came downstairs and stopped at the foot of them and stared at me.
Without a word to me he went to the kitchen and got the bottle of scotch and a single tumbler. He sat down next to me without looking in my direction. He poured drink after drink. He pulled one of those tiny boxes that aspirin comes in from his pants; I saw it had been collaged with trees. He slid it open and inside was a black tarry ball. He packed it in a pipe. I felt afraid. He put on his sad mix and sat with a brooding expression on his unearthly face.
Slowly his golden head turned. “I suppose you think you’ve got things all figured out now, hmm?”
His voice was so soft that I almost had to strain to hear it. “No Eric,” I said firmly. He gazed at me intently and sighed heavily.
“Yes I do love you, there I said it without fucking passing out or killing you,” he looked so proud of himself that I nearly smiled at him.
“I love you and Anton and Alcide and I haven’t killed any of you,” he said gathering a bag of cocaine from the drawer at the bottom of the coffee table. He cut the lines with his straight razor and looked so triumphant at his statement that it was almost touching. He did four and passed me the straw, I saw Alcide frown from the corner of my eyes as I bent my head.
Eric held back my hair. “Simon stopped by when you passed out,” Alcide said abruptly.
Blue eyes met his intense green ones. “And?”
“He’s worried about your spells, that you might do something someday and get caught,” he said quietly.
The blonde sadist who loved me was silent for a time. “He’s been worried about that ever since mom died,” he said tipping his head down to his addiction.
I felt a chill as the meaning of what that could possibly mean occurred to me. A quietude fell over the scene as Eric got both high and drunk and I got wired as I did line after line.
I missed Anton so sharply that I nearly doubled over in pain. I missed a hit man, a serial killer, what had I become?
“They have stopped looking for you,” Eric said happily.
I said nothing at that and felt my graveyard of tears fill my eyes. “Your mom is very lovely,” he said as if giving me a compliment.
“Yes, she was the Queen of Mardi Gras when she was my age,” I told him.
He leaned back and I got up and went over to the wall to stare at the puzzle now mounted on the wall. Dead men littered the ground, it was the first time I’d really looked at it. There wasn’t a single man fighting or living. That was strange to me, I wondered at that.
I felt them watching me and turned. Their love and affection for me was apparent in their faces. “We’re going to go shopping in an hour,” Eric said.
“For what?”
“For you of course, you can’t keep wearing Cullen’s clothes,” he replied.
I looked out the window and saw it was dark. “Where are we going to go at this time of night?”
“Anton owns a mall, we’ll go there.”
“Is there anything he doesn’t own?”
Alcide smirked. “Not really.”
“But what about the shops, does he own those too?”
“He owns the one were going to,” Eric said looking like he was proud to know Anton.
I sat back down and did a line without asking. “Did you weigh her today?”
“Yeah, she’s fucking emaciated,” he replied.
The blonde frowned. “Don’t worry I’m going to feed her several times a day,” he assured him.
Alcide went into the kitchen and I smelled grilled cheese ten minutes later. He brought three sandwiches out and passed them around. It was far better than the first one he’d made me weeks ago. It had a delicious mushroom taste and I knew from my meals with my chef mother that he’d used truffle oil on them.
We finished our meal and Eric stood. “Go change into your gray dress,” I stood and he patted my butt like I was five.
I changed and brushed my hair and teeth. I didn’t look into the mirror. We got into the corvette. “This is Anton’s car for when his driver drops him off,” Alcide supplied when he started it up.
“Where is he?”
“Over in Stockholm at his house there,” he muttered.
We arrived at the mall. I realized with a jolt that I had been there many times, had in fact spent my own money there. Alcide used a master key to open the doors and we walked in and it was eerie how quiet it was. Our footsteps sounded all down the long length of the expanse as we walked. We went into a Nordstrom’s. “I don’t know if we can find anything in her size,” Eric said after a minute of browsing.
“I have to get my clothes usually from the junior section,” I said going to it, knowing it from my trips with mom.
They followed me up the dead escalator. Eric went over to a rack of jeans and picked some out for me. Alcide went over to the shirts after that and picked out some cute shirts for me. Lacy things and ordinary things like t-shirts. Then we went over to the lingerie section.
Eric picked out a red teddy with garters attached. “This will be so hot on you, go try it on and the rest of the stuff.”
I went into the dressing room and changed into the teddy first as he desired. He was lounging against the wall when I came out, I saw they were holding hands. My cheeks burned as they took me in. “Turn around,” Alcide said huskily. I did and felt their eyes devouring me. He had a cart now and it was piled high with his lingerie choices. Nightgowns and teddies galore. They had me try on everything and something’s they didn’t like and other things made them hard. They stopped at the exit and deposited a sheaf of money. I found that strange. “Why did you pay for that stuff?”
Eric shrugged. “Just because he has more money than god doesn’t mean we have to be mooches, you know I make quite a bit of money,” he sounded almost defensive.
I was wearing the red teddy when I got into the car. It was cold outside and my teeth were shaking. Eric drove and flipped on some music. It was a great song. “You think the birds are pretty and you sleep eight hours night, you run your fingers through your hair but resistance is futile, And I just wanna drink your blood, and I’m going your blood.” I found myself bobbing my head and Alcide turned his head.
“This is my cousin’s favorite song,” he told me.
“Who, Anton?”
“Yeah, it’s because he drinks blood,” my stomach clenched at that. He sounded so matter of fact about it. Another thing that was completely reprehensible about my pal. Great. The wind blew back my hair as Eric unrolled the window to smoke. Above the moon shone, a tiny sliver in an endless velvet sky. I was going home and they were going to fuck me most likely. And I might even get off on it.
Great reviews for last chapter. Marebare I loved your reference to Dickens. Janjan thanks for your detailed review, it was great. Thanks to Linda for all her thoughtful and supportive reviews.
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