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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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Before Alcide could do anything to stop him Eric was shaking and his eyes were burning with that black out light. He reached Anton who was looking hopefully up at him. Eric punched him hard in his stomach and he doubled over and didn’t fight him back as Eric started beating him.
I ran to him and desperately tried to pry Eric off him. He pivoted and knocked me across the mouth. Then he just kept kicking him and punching him. He was going to kill him. Alcide crept up behind his lover with his favorite iron skillet and hit him hard in the back of his head. Eric fell like a stone at our feet. Anton’s face was nearly unrecognizable, both his eyes were swollen shut and his mouth was split in two in several place. I fell to my knees and cradled him.
Alcide joined me. “Help me carry him to bed,” he said to me. I thought he meant Eric.
“I can’t he’s too heavy,” I said looking at Eric.
“No not him, Anton,” he lifted his arms and I lifted his feet and we went slowly up the stairs.
“You need to call an ambulance,” I said to Alcide while I stroked Anton’s hair.
“No Anton would never forgive me, he hates hospitals.”
“Go check on Eric, make sure he’s breathing,” he ordered me.
I went downstairs and knelt beside the blonde. He had a pulse and his breathing was steady. I felt disappointed and relieved at once. I took a throw pillow and the blanket from the back of the sofa and tried to make him comfortable. I went back up the stairs to be with Anton.
He was sitting up against the headboard. Alcide handed him two of those oxy cottons and he swallowed. It looked as if it hurt to swallow. “Is he bleeding inside?”
Alcide looked back at me. “I don’t think so.”
“That was very stupid of you to think Eric wouldn’t guess what you had done.”
“You saved me,” Anton said through his bleeding lips.
“Why didn’t you fight back?” he asked sounding frustrated.
Anton shrugged weakly. “Because I deserved what I had coming, he warned me already about her.”
When I reached for him he reared back. “Stay away Sookie, you almost got me killed,” I felt hurt and moved to the foot of the bed he sighed. “Hey can we have a minute?” he asked his cousin.
Alcide left the room and closed the door behind him. “We made a mistake, I fucked up. I should have waited until you were mine, come to me,” he held out his hand and like a bird I flew to him.
“I feel so fucked up about us,” he fell silent and tears leaked out from his eyes, or maybe that was some sort of fluid from being beaten. “I hate you because of what Miguel did to me.”
“Please don’t say that,” I whimpered.
His bloodied hands went to his hair and pulled on it. “The thing is I just keep fantasizing about killing you,” he admitted softly.
“Will you?” I peered at his beaten face with something like hope. Because death called to me with its velvet song of peace.
“I hear that,” he snapped. “I’m not going to kill you Sookie,” he snarled.
I felt so lost looking at him as he held his side and winced in pain. “It’s like I’m still at his house, he’s still inside me.”
I got up on the bed and crawled next to him and put my arm around his shoulders. “Please just buy me from them,” I pleaded.
Anton let out a long heavy sigh. “I don’t know if they can do that,” he turned and tried to see me through his swollen lids. “They’re both in love with you.”
He tottered to his feet and I heard the yipping of a dog. “Damnit they better not have had him sleeping outside this whole time,” he moved slowly towards the door and I followed him downstairs. In the backyard was a little dog house and beside it was the cutest Corgi; it was pure white and so tiny. Two little dishes were inside the dog house, one with water and the other with food. “Those heartless cocksuckers,” Anton said kneeling to cradle the puppy in his arms.
“What’s his name?”
Anton glanced up at me. “I got him in Stockholm and had him flown back on my jet, he doesn’t have one yet, he’s yours to name.”
“He’s for me?” I felt so touched as he passed me the animal.
He said nothing just joined me in petting him. “If they ever put him in this little shit box again I’ll fucking kill them,” I could see he meant it too.
So we took my new puppy inside and he happily explored the house. Alcide came in from the kitchen and scowled. “He’s going to ruin the hardwood.”
“I told you to put down newspaper, it’s fucking cold out there, too cold for this little guy,” Anton said irritably.
He sat down and again winced as pain shot through him. He reached for his backpack and retrieved a plethora of baggies. He first rolled a joint and then did some lines of coke and then packed a bowl full of the crystal shards. We watched him and Alcide had a sad worried look as he brushed back Eric’s hair.
“What will you name him?” Anton asked.
“How about pain in the ass,” Alcide offered.
I tipped my head to the side. “How about Cloudy, you know because he’s white?”
Anton tried to smile at me and my heart broke. “That’s adorable.”
Eric was stirring, he sat up and cradled his head. When he saw Anton alive and not so well, he both smiled and then grimaced. “Thank the Devil you’re still alive,” he said sounding genuinely relieved.
He stood up and sat next to Anton and kissed his cheek and threw his arm over his shoulder. And unbelievably my friend didn’t pull away, in fact he leaned into his touch. “I’m not going to apologize for it though,” he cast me a dark expression.
“And you will pay for this too,” he promised.
“Unless you tell me you forced her,” he said turning his head to his friend.
“He didn’t,” it was least I could do was be honest even if I was going to be hurt as a result.
Alcide put on some music, it was Eric’s sad mix and I saw his lover smile at him in gratitude. Then he frowned furiously. “You little slut,” he snapped getting up and coming to stand before me. “Why can’t you love me too?” his voice was so anguished. He struck me hard until I tasted blood.
“Who says I don’t?” I asked bitterly wiping the blood from my lips.
He looked astonished. “Really?”
I went over to the couch and sat next to my love. “Yes you sick fuck, some part of me loves you,” I said softly.
Eric’s expression was ripped apart by his surprise and some bit of gratitude. “But I’ve been so terrible to you, how is that possible?” He sat down in his corduroy recliner. His head fell into his hands and he released a long sigh.
I said nothing and slowly his eyes lifted. “You love me but you’re not in love with me,” he said with something like despair. His gaze drifted over to Anton and he scowled. “No you’re in love with him,” a desire for murder was in every line of his powerful body.
“Baker, Baker baking a cake, make a day, make me whole again, I wonder what’s in a day. I guess you heard he’s gone to a lake, he’s says that behind my eyes I’m hiding…” it was my favorite song by Tori Amos. “Baker, Baker can you explain if his heart was truly made of icing.”
“I wish I could kill you without wanting to die,” Eric said under his breath.
Anton looked sad, broken even. “I’m sorry bro, let’s just try to get past this,” his hands were trembling as he packed his shards in the bowl.
Alcide came in from the kitchen with a rolling cart that held plates of lasagna. I realized that I hadn’t eaten in days. He studied me as he handed me a plate full. “You’ve lost weight,” he muttered looking distressed.
He wore his gray apron still and as he sat next to me I felt a wave of affection for him. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thanks for this Alcide,” I said into his ear.
He smiled sadly at me and watched me eat his dinner. I devoured it in minutes and he seemed satisfied. “Come on let’s get you groomed and weighed,” he took my hand and led me to the bathroom and started the water.
He got in the shower with me and I allowed him to shave my pussy before I shaved my legs and underarms. “You know I heard what Eric said in there,” he said peering down at me. “I feel the same way about you being in love with him,” he looked frustrated as he washed my hair.
“Does any part of you love me too?” his expression was vulnerable.
I glanced up; frozen in place under the pounding of the water. “Yes some part does,” I said truthfully.
His hand went to my cheek. “I don’t know how that can be but I’m glad,” he said quietly. He shut the water off and toweled me off. He sat me on his bed and brushed out my long curls until all the snarls were out of them. It was a moment that will live forever in the amber of my heart. The gentle lamplight and his hands so carefully brushing my hair, just as my father had done for me when I was little.
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