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 22
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An internal battle woke me up; my brain said I had to get up and get ready to work, but my body wanted to sleep a little bit longer. It was just after noon when I dragged my body out of bed, but not without difficulty. My body was sore, pleasantly sore, but still sore.
I hit a wall of rotten eggs smell mixed with who knew what else the moment I entered my bathroom, and my eyes went straight to the floor where Eric's wet clothes laid. I would've taken them straight to the washer machine, but I really had to use the restroom. As soon as I was done, I grabbed the clothes with the tip of my fingers and rushed to wash them.
I really wanted to take the day off and go back to sleep, but I couldn't. I didn't want Sam to think that now that I was part owner of Merlottes I was going to take advantage of him. After what Jannalynn did, it wouldn't surprise me if Sam had developed trust issues.
I set up the coffee maker and then went to take a shower. The smell was horrible, so I opened the small window to air the bathroom. I took a quick shower and by the time I got dressed, the bathroom smell was much better. So, I closed the small window, but now my room was unusually cold. I changed into long pants, and by the time I finished fixing my pony tail, I noticed that something was on my pillow. I turned my head slowly, looking for the delivery source, but I was alone in my bedroom.
My heart pounded so hard that I thought it was going to come out of my chest. My legs shook as I slowly approached my bed. It was a white envelop which had been delivered while I was in the shower. It couldn't be a vampire because it was daytime. It had to be a shifter or a fairy. I grabbed the envelope with shaking hands and opened it.
The message was written with a fancy handwriting on a paper material that I'd never seen before. The texture was so soft that I was scared it would disintegrate on my hands.
Dear Great Granddaughter,
Danger is coming your way. Please be careful.
Love,
Niall
How did he deliver this letter? Was he just here or did he send somebody to deliver it? What danger was he talking about? I wished his message was more specific than this.
"Eric!" I said out loud as I put the letter on my bed and rushed to his hiding spot in the other room.
Luckily, the room looked untouched. The items from the closet were placed by the door and the comforters that I used to cover Eric yesterday were carelessly thrown on the floor.
And they reeked too.
I replaced all the items back inside the closet to give the impression that nothing was underneath the floor and took the comforters to the washer machine. The load that I had previously set up was done, so I put the comforters on the floor and got the now clean clothes into the dryer. A distinctive metal, almost musical sound broke the silence of my house. I looked around, but didn't see anything until I spotted it on the far end corner: it was the Cluvier dor.
"Oh no!" I whispered as I rushed to get it. I had left it I the pockets of my pants that I had just washed with Eric's clothes.
"Did I damage it?" I talked to myself as I inspected it. It looked as if nothing happened, but what about inside? I thought.
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