𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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"THERE'S WEREWOLVES?"
"Yes," confirmed Dakota, as she washed the dishes in the kitchen sink. Her back was to him as she replied with a yawn.
It was still early in the morning, light had just began to peek through the curtains. Dakota had woken up around five in the morning when she heard a crash downstairs. The woman had smacked him in the balls in the living room, only to see it was Jason who was eating her left over chicken wings while trying to clean up a broken vase he had stumbled into.
"Holy shit," muttered Jason, frowning as he sat at the table with Sookie in disbelief. Sookie had run her mouth the moment she saw him, telling him every single thing that had been going on since Bill went missing. "Bigfoot? Is he real too?"
Dakota gave him a pointed look before shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know. I guess it is possible."
"Santa?" he turned to his sister.
"Jason, focus!" Sookie scolded, handing her cousin her now empty breakfast place and Dakota took it reluctantly, plunging it into the soapy water.
"Okay, sorry." he muttered. "What can I do to help?"
"Nothing," Sookie commented. "Apparently, that's what i'm supposed to do too, which is totally impossible. Every sound I hear, every time the phone rings, every shadow, I think it's Bill. I keep expecting him to come through the door and say, Sookie."
Dakota couldn't help herself and snorted, trying to cover it up my pretending to cough. It was the way Sookie mimicked the vampire that got her to laugh. Her cousin shot her a glare but decided not to comment on it.
"Let me talk to Andy." Jason began, pulling at the strings of his grey hoodie. "I won't tell him the whole werewolf part but maybe there's something he could do to help."
"Andy Bellefleur?" wondered Sookie.
"Yeah," confirmed Jason. "we went through some pretty intense shit together during the whole Maryann thing."
"What kind of shit?" asked Dakota, placing the last plate on the counter before drying her hands on the towel beside her. The blond turned to face her cousins as she rested against the sink, hands resting on the counter behind her.
"Tell us." Sookie urged, trying to get into his head.
"I don't know." he defended. "I don't remember half of it. And don't even think about reading my mind, because I just wanna put all that behind me."
"You've heard about Eggs." stated Sookie. "I helped him remember things. That's why he went after Andy and got himself killed."
"Yeah, that wasn't your fault." muttered Jason, glancing out the window. "Believe me."
