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

Chapter 6

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 6  

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While Eric and Pam are free and in their hiding spot healing, Sookie was...  

Two days have gone by since I last spoke to Jason. His words were still an echo in my head. I cried some more. It has been two days of crying and barely any sleep. Even Sam wanted to know why I have been in such a fool mood, but I was not ready to talk to him. I just worked and then went home to my lonely life.

Not even Jason had called to check on me. He was giving me the silent treatment. I hurt him without meaning to do it.

I realized how stupid, naïve and just plain snob I have been all this time.  

I wasn't even a human, yet I have been holding on to my humanity for years. I was part fairy and that made me a supernatural creature too. I just didn't see myself like that. I still don't see it, but it must my denial. Denial that I'm a supernatural creature. It has been two days and I was still coping with Jason's words. 

Thunder was starting to roll through the sky, and the sound of the rain broke the silence of the night. I sat down in the living room, but I didn't turn on the TV. I wanted to go to sleep, but my mind was working overtime tonight. I wasn't sure if talking to Jason had been a good idea or not because now I was more confused than before.  

There was one thing I was sure of... Eric.  

A knock at the back door brought me back to the present. I searched for any brain movement but there was an empty void. A vampire.  

My heart skipped a beat on the thought of Eric, but I soon realized that he would have called me before coming here. I walked to the back door and I saw Bubba standing under the rain. Lightening illuminated my backyard followed by a loud thunder.  

I opened to door and he came in, soak wet. "Bubba!" I said a little too happy to see him. Maybe he had a message from my Eric.  

"I come to tell you something," he said without a preamble. He sounded too serious and that got my immediate attention. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying not to sound too anxious.  

"She is coming to visit you," he said, taking my hand. His was cold and wet from the rain. The sensation was unpleasant, but I couldn't pull away. Bless his heart.  

As gently as I could, I said, "Who's coming, Bubba?" 

"Me," said a slightly accented voice from the darkness. The back door was still open, and I could see through the screen porch door. Since she was backlit by the security light, I could just perceive the outline of a woman standing in the pounding rain. The noise of it almost drowned out her voice. "I have come to talk. I'm Freyda."  

I was so completely off guard that I simply couldn't make myself speak.  

Bubba stood facing out into the darkness, standing right under the light in my bright kitchen, his dark hair drenched, his jowly face determined. I was touched to my core, and I was terrified for him.  

"I don't mean you harm, upon my word," she called. She turned her head slightly, and I could see her in profile. Straight nose, tight chin, high forehead.