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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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A limo was parked in the front yard by an old bird bath. A nightingale was sipping some of the rainwater and it lifted his head and stared with its cold eyes at us. It opened its beak and sang its melancholy song. Miguel held the door open for us as if he was a gentleman and not a psychotic killer. I slid in and Stellen came after me and Miguel sat across from us. He pressed a button and the shaded partition came down. “Take us to my airport.” Then it slid back up. He reached into his suit jacket for one of his slender brown cigarettes.
“Where are we going?”
The thought of possibly leaving the country with him was terrifying. “To Columbia, I have a compound there,” he reached into a side compartment and made three drinks and when I said no thanks he gave me a look full of evil and danger and I took it from him.
“Is Anton your nephew too?” he looked surprised at my question, he hit his smoke.
“Yes of course.”
I was quiet as the limo drove deep into the swamps outside New Orleans. I was in for a week of hell. “Why the interest in Anton?” he asked draining his glass.
I flushed and said nothing. “Oh so the crush goes both ways, hmm?”
“I’m sure Eric hates that,” he gave a soft laugh of appreciation. “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that he’s in love with you,” he paused and cracked the window. “Otherwise he would never have been so stupid as to deny me you,” slowly his head turned and I was caught like a mouse in his scary predatory eyes.
“Why are you doing this? You have Stellen,” I said curling my legs under me.
“Stellen is getting old and used up, pretty soon he will be replaced,” he said casually.
I knew what that meant and felt bad for him. “Has anyone ever told you that you are just like a porcelain doll?” Miguel asked silkily, reaching for my thigh and trailing his fingers down one.
“No,” I replied willing myself not to shrink back.
“That’s surprising but then most people don’t get the poetry of analogies,” he lit another smoke.
Outside I saw the moon gloating down at us, a tiny bit of light in the dark. We arrived an hour later near the gulf. There was a small airstrip there and a private jet. Men stood around the perimeter and they all greeted him cordially when he arrived with us. Two got on the plane with us. Inside it was paneled with walnut and the seats were plush leather; heated too. I wanted to change, it was disgusting to be dressed like a whore in front of this sick bastard. I stood up and reached for my suitcase and when I went to open it for a change of clothing he stopped me. “No, the teddy stays.”
So I zipped the suitcase back up and sat back down. I had learned over the last weeks that to fight someone head on, especially someone who is evil and insane is just asking for trouble, asking for pain. “Good girl,” he said lighting a smoke.
I fell asleep at some point and when I awoke it was because my ears were popping. How could I possibly have slept that long knowing what lay ahead? “I see you don’t snore,” Miguel said doing some coke from the table between our seats. “That pleases me, it’s so gross when girls do that,” he pressed the metal tube he’d used into my hand and without a word of protest I did a line.
I noticed his two henchman were watching me. Miguel did too and turned his head and addressed them in Spanish. They laughed appreciatively at whatever he’d said. “Were a half an hour away,” he told me.
I said nothing and opened the panel of the window but saw little but shadows below. “What time is it here?”
“It’s almost dawn.”
“Don’t worry its warm here,” he said as we stepped out. It was too. It was humid and the air kissed my face like a horny boy with his first girlfriend.
We entered another limo and drove into the jungle. I rolled down the window and saw monkeys going from tree to tree. To our left the sun rose and it took me aback because its glow was violet. We were driving a long time, deeper and deeper and I noticed the car was ascending. We came to the top of a heavily forested area and I saw a huge gate that was guarded by a dozen men with machine guns. The gates parted after some yelling in Spanish.
It went down a long driveway until I finally saw a palatial white mansion surrounded by high walls with barbed wire at the tops of them. It had what looked like twenty columns and it stretched as far as I could see, in all directions. The door was big and black and carved with what looked like demons. Guards were everywhere when we entered.
“Why haven’t you had your bodyguards with you when you came over to our house?”
“Our house?” he smirked. “My, my you’re certainly settling in with them aren’t you?” he watched my expression which I tried to keep blank.
Inside the house was immaculate and devastatingly elegant, yet somewhat tawdry too. A chandelier hung above us as we entered and I saw two massive staircases, one for each wing of the house. The floors were marble and statues stood witness to our progress through the house. They looked like Greek Gods mostly. He brought us into a large white room with long floor to ceiling windows that were thrown open. Candles were burning everywhere I looked and it was so wrong. Candles are for romance and love. This was the opposite of those things. Stellen hadn’t said a word this whole time. And when I glanced at him he looked already dead.
Miguel gestured to the white sofa and we both sat. He sat in a white leather couch across from us and lit a smoke. “Well now that you’re here what do you want to do first?”
“I want to leave,” I said stupidly.
“All in due time Sookie,” I hated hearing my name from his monster’s mouth. His pale hand so large passed through a nearby flame and its heat seemed to arouse him.
“You killed Eric’s dad,” it wasn’t a question, yet he still nodded.
“What did Eric’s dad do to deserve that?”
He arched an inky brow. “You don’t know,” he said under his breath.
“No.”
“He raped him every hour on the hour since he was three years old,” he paused and looked nearly sad. “His favorite thing used to be to piss on him afterwards, he lay in his own waste for days on end.” He loved Eric, that truth struck as I watched his expression soften.
“You love him,” I said quietly.
Miguel smirked and lifted his burning smoke to his lips and hit it. “I wouldn’t go that far, but I am fond of him.”
“Stellen make us some drinks,” he said to his slave.
He got up with a dead expression and turned to me. “What do you want?”
“I don’t really drink, thanks anyway,” I replied. Miguel gave me a look of warning.
“Make her a martini, I want scotch.”
Stellen moved like an animated corpse and when he passed the drinks out he froze at something he saw on the table. It was a diamond studded wedding band. He fell to his knees and a keening sound came from deep in his throat. I assumed it had been his mother’s until he said; “You killed my wife too?”
Miguel smiled down at him. “Indeed, now you have no reason to want to escape,” he murmured.
Stellen just kept keening and he started shaking and curled into a ball at his feet. I felt so fucked up seeing this scene, but not as fucked up as I would have been a month ago. I was becoming immune to human suffering, I was becoming just like the monsters all around me.
I could see that my new temporary owner was growing bored. He crushed out his cigarette and kicked his slave to attention. “Go to your room and cry about it, it’s boring to hear.”
Stellen got up and nearly crawled a few feet before standing. “Now it’s just the two of us,” he said looking like he was anticipating something.
“You know Eric has a great eye for beauty, who would have known that one of the most beautiful girls in the world would live in a town like Bon Temps?” He seemed genuinely surprised.
“Which parent did you get those eyes from?” he said peering into them.
“Neither, it passed down from my great grandfather who died in the Civil War,” I replied.
He was silent for a time and lit yet another cigarette. “Why do you smoke so much?”
His mouth twitched. “Because I enjoy it and anyway when you lead the kind of life I do, well let’s just say that smoking is at the bottom of the list of things that could kill you.”
“Have you really killed a thousand people?”
Miguel’s eyes danced. “I’ve had them killed, me personally I’ve only killed around a hundred,” distantly I wondered how many my best friend had killed. I missed him.
He stood up and picked me up and cradled me in his arms and brought me up the staircase on the left. I didn’t struggle, I knew that if I was going survive I was going to have to submit. He settled me into a massive bedroom where there chains above the bed. “I’m going to fuck you now, I heard what happened with Eric,” I knew he meant the beer bottle and felt an emptiness that was like an abyss inside me.
“Please I’m still healing,” I said as he chained me up on my stomach. I felt his hands go to the top of the strapless teddy and he slowly pulled it away from me. “My God, you’re hot,” he then said something in Spanish. “I don’t care if you bleed,” he paused. “In fact I love when they bleed,” he added sitting next to me.
I heard a lighter flick and knew he was smoking another cigarette. “I don’t want you to just lay there like Stellen does either, I want you to fight with everything that tiny body can muster,” he stood and started lighting candles that were dotted all around the room.
A hot heavy breeze came in through the open window and I heard the cawing of jungle birds. The bedding below was silken with blood money, soft and really expensive. “If I fight you’ll just hurt me more.”
“True, I probably will but if you don’t fight I will be sad and you wouldn’t like me sad.”
To my surprise he unchained me and my arms immediately went to cover my nakedness. “We need to get you shaved up,” he took me into a bathroom adjoining his bedroom. It was huge and marble was everywhere. He started the water going and when it was to his liking he picked me up and settled me in. He tossed me a razor and I started shaving my legs and underarms. “Now the pussy,” he said softly. I did and my cheeks burned under his watchful eyes.
Then he led me to a glass shower that stood to the left of the tub. “Wash your hair and body, I’ll have your luggage brought up.” The shampoo was in a glass bottle and smelled like the rain. I washed myself vigorously and stepped out and wrapped myself in a plush towel that hung on the door.
Miguel came in and handed me my toothbrush and hair brush. I brushed out my thick dark curls after brushing my teeth. Then I couldn’t stall anymore. When I came into the bedroom there were men there. Some were dark skinned, some not, all had guns in shoulder holsters and some had long knives attached to their pants. He addressed them in Spanish and I heard my name and knew he was introducing me. He stood up and tore the towel away from me and they eyed me hungrily.
“You will all have a turn with her after I’ve had my fun,” he said flashing them an indulgent smile. I turned to run for the door and they surrounded me. I was going to be gang raped in the middle of a jungle by a bunch of killers. I fell to my knees and a sob was torn from me.
This isn’t one of my best chapters, but then again it’s not one of my worst either. Special thanks go to Sophi and Marebare and to Linksprincess, I hope as the story progresses to hear from you again. I haven’t heard back from any of you about last chapter… oh well.
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