Dead Ever After Re-write (Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman)

Chapter 4

I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter. I want to thank everybody who took the time to read the story. I am definitely enjoying this and I hope you're enjoying it too. :)  

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of these characters. The original story and the characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I am only borrowing them for a little while.  

Chapter 4

While Felipe de Castro was torturing the Viking, Sookie.... 

I stopped by the grocery store on my way home. I bought all the ingredients for dinner tonight, even for the pecan pie. I smile remembering my grandmother. It made me sad that I will never eat another one made by her, but she thought me how to make it, so at least I still have that.  

I went straight to the kitchen as soon as I got home. I got the oven going and then sat down to write the letter for Niall while dinner was cooking. I didn't know if this was going to work, but at least I'll try it.  

Dinner was almost ready, and after several writing attempts, I finally had a letter for Niall: 

Dear Great-Grandfather and Claude,  

Bellenos and Dermot are worried that the fae at Hooligans are getting too restless to stay confined to the building. They miss Claude and his leadership. We are all afraid something bad will happen if this situation doesn't change soon. Please let us know what's going on. Love, Sookie. 

I wrote Niall's and Claude's name on the envelope, and sealed it. I ventured outside to drop it off. The heat was a killer, and the bugs were having a field day on my legs. The day was almost over but the day refused to cool down. I kept moving to keep them from draining me. Drops of sweat were already falling down my face and my hair was sticking on my neck.  

I sigh in relief when I found the little clearing where the portal was. I frown to its size. It was smaller than the last time I came here. Last time it had been large enough to squeeze in a human body, but not this time. 

Either the portal was shrinking naturally, or Niall resized it to prevent me from throwing more bodies into Faery.  

I knelt before the patch of wavery air, which hovered about knee-high just above the blackberry vines and grasses. I popped the letter into the quavering patch, and it vanished.  

I held my breath waiting for any sound or movement like the last time when I dropped the body, but nothing happened. Suddenly, I felt depressed with the deafening silence. Would I ever see Faery? Would I ever see my great-grandfather again?  

I stood up and smiled at my own silliness. Why am I so curious about Faery? I made my difficult way back through the woods. I could hardly wait to strip off these sweaty clothes and jump in the shower. Dinner will be ready and Jason will be here soon enough.  

At my arrival there were three uninvited visitors waiting for me. Two men and a woman. Now I regret not staying at the portal a few more minutes. They looked in the mid-forties and they were standing by a car getting ready to leave. Unfortunately, they saw me returning and that changed their plans.  

"Hello", said the olive-skinned brunette with raccoon eye makeup. She was wearing a low-cut T-shirt, dark green with gold studs as a decoration, and white shorts. Her bare legs were heavily tattooed. She took a drag on her cigarette. "You Sookie Stackhouse?" 

I stared at the trio and for some reason two of them looked familiar.  

"I am. And you are?"  

"We're the Rowes. I'm Georgene and this is Oscar. This man," and she pointed at the driver, "is Harp Powell."  

The man standing by the driver's door had coppery brown hair and a short beard, and he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He wore khakis and a pale blue oxford cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled up, practically a summertime white-collar work uniform.