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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 short dark skinned man came into the room. “Your nephew is here,” he said bowing. Miguel arched a brow as he hit his millionth cigarette.
“Which one?”
“Anton,” he replied.
“Show him in,” he murmured.
Anton came into the room and looked at me. He wore all black. A black t-shirt and black dress pants. His slightly curly hair fell over his pale brow and his eyes were concerned. “Alcide called me,” he said.
Miguel was quiet for so long that I grew worried. “He had no business doing that,” he replied. Smoke curled around his beautiful face and he seemed annoyed.
Anton said nothing and sat down across from us. “I’ve come to take her home,” he finally muttered. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a crystal vial filled with what looked like blood. He tipped it to his mouth and drank it down and then pulled out a baggie of cocaine and used a switchblade to divide it.
“Hi Sookie,” he said to me with a gentle smile. I smiled tremulously back at him.
Miguel got out a bag of heroin from a duffle bag and cooked some in his silver spoon and injected himself. “Fuck off Anton,” he said at last.
His nephew seemed undisturbed. “I know what you’re planning and she can’t survive it,” he said softly.
His uncle eyed him with heavy lidded eyes. “How do you know what I’m planning?”
Anton did a line and lifted his head. “Because it’s what you did to Cullen, that’s what broke him.”
I now knew the straw that had broken my predecessor’s back. Miguel’s profile was regretful. He gave a long sigh and leaned back. He kicked out his long legs and then stretched. “Fine,” he finally said.
“You can take her back, I have shit to take care of this week anyway,” I felt my heart soar with a relief that was so deep that I could barely stand it.
Anton flashed me a little smile. It was something that only he could have done; it was something about him that persuaded people to do whatever he desired. He had saved me from a fate worse than death and l loved him with a gratitude so deep it surprised me.
“Thank you Uncle Miguel,” he said politely. It shocked me as I’d never heard Alcide refer to him that way.
Miguel gave him a tiny smile and lit a cigarette. “You know sometimes I wish you were bi,” he replied.
Anton smirked. “Yeah I know.”
He got up and went over to the IPOD. “Got anything on here in English?”
“No not really,” my rapist replied.
“I don’t like American music,” he added.
Anton chose a French song and sat back down. I wondered if he knew what she was singing about. He looked at me and what he said next was spooky. “Yeah I speak French,” he told me.
“Alcide’s dad was a linguist, he taught us a lot of languages,” it made me feel strange to think of their tormenter taking the time to teach them something as profound as languages.
“Can we stay the night before we take off?”
Miguel lit another cigarette from the burning butt of his last one. “Of course, you know you’re always welcome here.”
There was real love between them that was obvious as Anton gave him an affectionate glance. “Thanks.”
Miguel nodded. “Have you seen your brother lately?”
Anton shook his head. “No not since I saw him in Amsterdam,” he replied.
“I saw him last month, he’s almost finished with his master’s degree,” Miguel stated.
This surprised me. “I thought you were an only child.”
My best friend smiled briefly at me. “No I have two brothers.”
“I’m the oldest though, that’s why the chunk of the fortune is mine,” he said after a minute. “My parents were killed before they could modify the will.”
“How old is your youngest brother?”
Anton tipped his head to the side. “I think he’s seventeen now, his birthday is coming up.”
“Do you even drink Bud Light?”
He laughed a little. “Fuck no, that shit is horse piss.”
“I’m going to fuck you in a little bit,” Anton said looking excited.
I bowed my head and felt strangely aroused. “But Eric and Alcide will kill you if you do that…” I trailed off when I saw his expression go dark.
“They won’t unless you tell them,” he said in a seductive way. “If you say no, this thing goes no further.”
I said nothing and my cheeks burned. A tiny movement of his lips showed he understood. Miguel laid out some cocaine and did some lines and passed me the tube. I did two and it felt like fire coursing through me. “Take her to your room,” Miguel said.
So Anton had a room here, that’s interesting I thought. Anton stood and took my hand and I was blushing so furiously that I started to tremble. I was finally going to have sex with someone I loved. Distantly I realized that some sick part of me loved Eric and Alcide too.
He took me up the staircase on the right and his hand in mine felt hot. We came to a large room painted black with a red ceiling. It reminded me sharply of the piss room. He saw my expression. “I’m the one that picked out Cullen’s colors,” he murmured.
“You look so beautiful in that teddy,” he said in nearly a whisper. His hand came up and he traced my jaw just as he had done the night James was killed.
It sent a shiver down my spine to remember that. “I hate how I look,” I said.
He looked genuinely confused. “Why, you’re hot.”
“Because if I was ugly they wouldn’t have taken me,” I replied sitting on the king size bed.
He shrugged and ran his hands through his hair making it artfully messy. “Well yeah, true, but anything is better than being an ugly bitch,” his comment reminded me of how shallow he could be sometimes.
“You’re so mean at times,” I said curling onto my side.
He cuddled up next to me and I felt his breath on my nape. “I know that Sookie but you love me right?”
I felt tears gather in my eyes. “Yes,” I said under my breath. He forced my body around and our eyes met.
“I’m so in love with you,” he said softly. “It scares me, I killed the last girl I was in love with.”
I was horrified and shrank away from his touch. “Don’t do that Sookie, I’m dangerous when my feelings get hurt.”
“Why did you kill her?”
“She broke up with me when she found out about me being a killer, I choked her to death.”
“Felecia?”
He slowly nodded. “I spent months learning sign language for her too, her tongue was missing so she didn’t talk like a retard,” he paused. “Well she didn’t talk at all,” he amended.
I looked deep into his pale eyes and my heart so broken swelled with love, despite his evil, despite everything I was raised to admire. He was so rotted and beautiful. “I hate that you did that to her.”
His face grew sad. “I do too.”
He got up and turned on the Bose that I hadn’t noticed. That haunting song that was a favorite of Eric’s came on. “Does she love you, do you suppose? You someone who should know…”
“What is this song called?”
He told me and I found it strange. He settled back down beside me. We were quiet while we listened to it. “I want to stay here with you for a few days,” he said quietly.
I didn’t want to do that considering I hated Miguel with every fiber of my being. But I wanted to be with him. “Ok, will you protect me?”
He knew what I meant and his mouth twitched. “I will try.”
“Miguel has been very good to me Sookie, I love him and he loves me,” he looked away towards the window and we saw a flock of birds pass by. Outside through the open window rain began to fall in sheets as if God was crying.
I had nothing to say to that at first. “But he’s evil.”
Anton turned his head away from the birds and smiled sadly. “So am I.”
Then he kissed me and it felt so life affirming and natural that I melted in his arms.
Sophi loved your review and I’m actually going to reply to it for once. Skarsgirl, I forgot to thank you for your wonderful review last chapter. I hope to hear from some of you. Thanks to all the readers and reviewers. There might be another update if I can hold off on getting drunk. @ Shari, I hope your question about Sookie’s rape was answered by my last update. I’m always afraid that I’m forgetting to thank someone, so sorry if you left a review and I don’t mention it.
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