"I know, I suppose it’s true what they say, time flies when you’re in love…and fighting for survival." Damon smirked as he pulled the blonde towards them. "Good because I can’t see anyone else putting up with my shit the way you do." He couldn’t stop the grin that began to curl the corner of his lips. "Of course there will be bourbon. I would make you something but as you can see, I’m still trying to fix up the cabin."
"Those things do seem to make time fly, don’t they?" Sookie agreed, mirroring his smirk. She realized since they’d been together, he had rubbed off on her. For good? Bad? Smirking wasn’t a bad thing though she could be devious when she wanted and that might have been all him. She smiled to herself at that. "You want me to fix us some glasses then?" Sookie reached up to press a kiss to his lips before messing with his hair. "And you’ve done such a good job with everything, love."
“Wow it’s really been a year? Went by so fast.” She smiled anyways, looking at him with light in her eyes. A year. She didn’t regret a day of it. “I’ll always put up with you.” Sookie nudged him. “So how do we celebrate? Bourbon?”
"So Sook, it’s been nearly a year now." Damon grinned as he glanced over at the fae.
"Geez, who would have thought you would have been able to tolerate me for so long."
"I tried Sook…I tried so hard Sook." He whispered to her pressing his forehead against hers. He stroked her hair, "It’s alright, I don’t blame you. I told you to run and you did." He pulled her closer if it was possible. It had been too long since he had lost her. There were dark time when he thought that he wouldn’t see his little fae again. He nodded at her words. That was they were together was all that mattered. He rubbed his nose along hers. "I missed you so much…I missed you and I love you…and…I’m happy you’re back where you belong."
His body sagged slightly with relief when she promised him that she would never leave him again. His brows rose in surprise when she asked if he was okay. He nodded. “i’m fine…It healed up just fine. I think I might have wiped out the local wildlife but I’m alright.” He shook his head when Sookie asked if any demons got a hold of him. “No, they didn’t. Are you alright? They didn’t get you again did they?” He reached up to stroke her cheek, “Please be honest with me…did they hurt you?”
"I know you did." There was no doubt in the back of her mind that he had tried looking for her. She had done the same for him, even working alongside a werewolf the day after the attack and there was so much that had happened that it was impossible to find him. She was just happy to be back here in his arms that none of that mattered to her anymore. Sookie sighed against him, resting her head against his chest, just wanting to savor the closeness between them. Her arms wrapped around his chest where she slowly ran her nails up and down his back sensually.
She laughed shortly through her nose at that eating the wildlife comment before the smile that she had just peeked fell again. She barely pulled away from him, enough so that she was looking up into his eyes when he asked her if she was hurt by any demons. “That’s what I have to tell you.” Sookie bit on her bottom lip, trying to think about how she should say this. She wasn’t sure if he knew that Katherine was still alive or not, or that she was hanging around here. The last thing she wanted to do was set him off but she had to tell him. “I met Katherine,” she began. “Just a few days after we got separated. She cornered me in this bar and…” Her eyes drifted down to his hands that she was taking in her own. They went back up to meet his icy blue ones. “She fed on me.”
Truthfully that wasn’t the part that she had cared about the most then. When Sookie learned who that was, all she could think about was how that woman had broke her love’s heart. She remembered when they first met and he had talked about her and how she had pulled at him and his brother’s heartstrings. Even if she was bleeding out then, she had been so angry that that was all she was focused on at the time. “I defended myself,” Sookie quickly added. “We went our separate ways and that was the last time I saw her.”
It was times like this that Alaric wished bourbon was still as plentiful as it had been back in the good ol’ days. Sadly that wasn’t the case so he was forced to ration what he did have. Nightmares, or memories if you will, were no longer a reason to drown himself in alcohol since it was rare these days. Besides, he’d gotten used to them by now even if that didn’t help him get used to them. If only he could drown himself in alcohol.
With a soft sigh, Alaric leaned back against the steps leading up to Damon’s cabin, one of the steps digging into his lower spine, as his fingers toyed with the ring on his finger and his gaze drifted up toward the cloudy sky. He’d wanted to talk to Damon but the vampire was no where to be found, typical for whenever the human actually needed or wanted to talk to him. That was okay, he was used to waiting by now.
It was refreshing to wake up in her own bed again, one that she shared with the love of her life. After leaving camp, Sookie had gotten a glimpse of what it was like for those who hadn’t been part of a camp like this and had to live alone out there, savaging whatever they got just to make it. When she had returned from the faerie realm, she hadn’t had much time to adjust to that life before stumbling upon the camp. Part of her even felt spoiled from what she had been used to. It was also a rude awakening of how cruel the world really was - as if she hadn’t learned that before the apocalypse. Whatever, she still felt good to be back…well…home.
Sookie was in the kitchen fixing coffee when she saw a shadow move against the window. It could have been Damon outside, she didn’t know, and at first she didn’t do anything but focus on her hot beverage right now. Of course curiosity got the better of her and after picking up her mug, she padded across the cool wooden floor of the cabin and over to the door, opening it up to find someone who wasn’t Damon. In fact, she didn’t recognize him at all. “Um…hi…” She said with a small smile. “Are you new in camp?”
Frankie listened to Sookie speak about Winter and it made her cast her mind to the harsh one last year. She thought about all the winters since the apocalypse and realised apart from one, she had been alone through them. The most difficult ones were when she just travelled from one town to the next and didn’t really have any real place to stay. This is why she had made a decision to stay where she was now for a while and see how it panned out. “I don’t mind snow as long as I am not walking for extreme lengths of time, it can be twice as hard work trudging through the damn stuff otherwise” She turned around and heard Sookie mention where she used to live in Louisiana before asking where she was from. “California— I mean, that’s where I was born and grew up. As I left school I didn’t really spend much time there at all until I returned home when my Father got sick, then I ran a garage, fixing cars. I have spent alot of time working away abroad, I think it’s taken me the last few years to get used to being in one country”
Frankie had lost people in her life—through work—on a personal level—because of the apocalypse and everything which came with it, but not directly because of Lucifer. So hearing the other blonde speak about it, made Frankies expression soften, the tough exterior she usually had, wasn’t there. It was soul destroying for even the hardest of characters and quite understandable for anyone who could not come back from what horror must have occurred that day. Yet Sookie had, and that was credit to her. Frankie had seen many crumble and fold, but the friendly blonde before her, looked like she was still going strong, even though she had the weight of her brothers welfare on her mind. “Nobody knows how they will react until placed in a situation like that and anyone who would judge you for running that day, are indeed fucked up themselves. Don’t ever feel bad about fleeing—our instinct to survive—it’s the fight or flight mode” It was one of the first rules that her job had taught her. Sometimes circumstances called for flight and to hightail it out of there. “If I was face to face, obviously there’s little choice, but what happened to your camp, then it would have been foolish to not get away—I mean we are talking about Lucifer here..I know the presence Abaddon had, shit knows how heavy his must have been”
"Team? What do you mean?"
Frankie was never quite sure how someone would respond to the job she used to do. It always received mixed reactions. “I was a mercenary..so the team was a group of us, all the others were guys” Her blue hues slid to Sookie to try and gauge her reaction. “We weren’t the lower end of the scale, we just got paid to do the jobs which governments knew were bordering on illegal, so they didn’t want to get their own armies involved. Basically if it went wrong, then they could easily deny all knowledge”
Talking about the only friend Frankie felt she’d had since the world was sent to ruins, she found it a little difficult to explain in any detail about Father Carlton. He had trusted her with a devils trap. She wasn’t a hunter at all and only went off his directions, but the trap was accidently broken by her, the demon got out and she didn’t know what the Father endured that day before he was killed—he made her run, along with the item which the demon was trying to get his hands on. That was Frankies guilt which burdened her. “Hey, don’t be sorry..we all have sad things happen…bad things too” She gave Sookie a wink and smirked at the woman’s next comment about the biscuits, joining her in a small chuckle too. “Yeah—out of the places I could find refuge in..I pick an abandoned salon where women probably just fed their customers bourbon and custard creams all day, washed down with a good cuppa. Then again..it takes the hunger off on bad days now, so it aint so bad”
Frankie poured the boiling water into the prepared mugs after the kettle clicked off and waited for the teabag to mash, her attention being caught as Sookie rummaged through her rucksack. Her hand automatically reaching out to retrieve what Sookie was offering, but her brow furrowed when she saw the items. “I—I can’t take these..I’m grateful…I just can’t though” Her gaze shifted to the lighter and gun oil cleaner in her hands. She knew they would come in really handy, but felt like she had never had to rely on anything or anyone. The logical side of her knew the explanation Sookie gave made sense—was Frankie really that stubborn? Yes was the answer, but she was trying not to be so gave a smile and swallowed. “If you’re sure—like really sure…then..well..Thank you…I really mean it….Thankyou..” Her sentence was a little fragmented due to her inability to graciously accept help from someone.
The shift in conversation had Frankie placing the items near her own rucksack and walking back to the mugs, using a spoon to squash the teabags and take them out, aiming at a makeshift trash can and throwing them in. “You know what?…” She handed Sookie the hot mug of tea, placing a sachet of powdered milk and a couple of individually wrapped biscuits nearby if she wanted them before taking a seat next to her, her fingers wrapping tightly around the warmth of the mug as she chuckled at the comment about it not being love at first sight. “Having someone you love…like that…must make this place more bearable, he must be worried where you are?…so at least in a few hours time, you will be rested and can make your way back maybe?…and take some biscuits and some sachets back with you…I insist…help a girl out…please?” Frankie gave a smirk as she pretended to actually beg her to take them off her hands, but in reality, Frankie wanted to help out too even if it was only a few small pleasures.
"When I saw snow for the first time, it was like I was a kid seeing it for the first time instead.” She laughed at herself, thinking she must have looked silly to Damon then. But you get a girl who has lived in the south all of her life with the humidity and weather that had you sweating as soon as you reached your mailbox, she’s going to be pretty amazed by snowfall. “Did you used to travel a lot?” She asked Frankie when she said she had to get used to living in one country. “I’ve never been outside of Louisiana really until this whole thing started. I’ve never even been to Mexico or somewhere in Europe. I’ve always wanted to travel and see different places, different cultures. Kind of like Julia Roberts in Eat Pray Love." She joked.
But that dream had failed her miserably. Before the apocalypse, being in Bon Temps was like being trapped. No matter how much she wanted to leave, something was always holding her back. She had her family which was a good excuse. Gran had always looked after her and of course she couldn’t abandon her brother, even if the two didn’t see eye to eye much. But they were the Stackhouse duo…and the only ones left. They only had each other and Sookie couldn’t be the one to tear that relationship apart. There were other obligations keeping her at bay as well - work, her friends, vampire wars, all kind of things that had her glued to the hick town. Maybe she was just making excuses as to why she couldn’t leave, no matter how much she wanted to.
Even though Frankie’s words comforted her somewhat, Sookie still felt guilty about leaving the camp behind. Guilt. She knew all too well about what they felt like. Some days it got to her heavily, especially when fingers were pointed at her blaming her for certain things that happened. It had ceased really when the apocalypse started. In Bon Temps there were no secrets and once people found out Tara had become a vampire, everyone turned to Sookie with disgusting glares. That’s when her guilt took the worst turn. She ended up getting drunk trying to forget everyone and her problems but once that hangover was washed away with sleep and water, she remembered it all. Looking people in the eye knowing they thought you were a freak who would eventually get what she deserved was hard.
"Thanks," she ended up saying to her. "It’s why I want to get back to camp so badly. I left everyone in the wake up what had happened and knowing I could have done something to help gets under my skin from time to time. I just wanted to know who’s still alive. I made friends there and if any of them are…are dead…I don’t know what I’m going to do." Sookie realized she couldn’t blame herself for something she couldn’t control, but it was still a gnawing question of what if?
"You were a…a mercenary?" Sookie let that sink in for a moment, trying to imagine Frankie in that situation. Of course there were questions that came with the pondering but she didn’t ask them. She was sure she had the answers to them already just from what she knew about that line of work. "How the heck did you get into that?" She shook her head. "Well heck, I guess that really prepared you for all of this, huh? The fighting, the running, knowing how to use weapons and protect yourself?" She looked around the room and said, "It explains this setup, too."
Sookie laughed at her remark. “Hey, bourbon and custard creams don’t sound half bad right now.” In fact, it sounded really good to the point her mouth was watering. She wondered if Damon had left any bourbon in their cabin because if so, that was the first thing she wanted to drink when they got back. She watched Frankie anxiously as she poured their cups of tea, a small smile crossing her face. She was very appreciative of this right now. She was still holding the items out to the other woman when she rejected her offer. Still, her hand didn’t budge. “I’m sure. Look. You’re out here alone and who knows when you’re gonna find these things again before they’re stripped from houses and stores in the next city over you. The camp I’m from - they have these things already so it’s not like you’re leaving me empty handed when I get back. Please.”
The faerie supposed if she were just like any other survivor trying to make her way through this world, she wouldn’t have been so nice as to offer here these items. Although they may have seemed like nothing, a lighter and gun cleaning oil went a long way. She grinned when Frankie took them from her and sat back, zipping her backpack back up and setting it to the side. “You’re welcome.” She said warmly, reaching out to take her mug of tea. It was warm in her hands and felt good considering the chill outside. She brought it to her lips and took in a sip slowly. “Mmm…” She moaned after swallowing. “This is pretty good actually. Thanks.” She took another thicker sip, swallowing.
When she reached out to take a biscuit, her chocolate eyes looked up at Frankie. Indeed it did make this place bearable. She thought that maybe if she didn’t have many people to get back to or people she didn’t have ties to that she wouldn’t be so happy and chipper like she was being now. Instead there would be this…this hole inside of her that was continually being gnawed away by the disease of the world. Because Sookie had always been alone, no matter what the situation was - growing up with this cursed “gift” of being a telepath, having to go through the headaches and pain alone, nobody understanding her. The hole that had started to grow from childhood had made a stop when she found Damon. He had patched her up, kept her whole and alive.
"When I’m with him, I feel normal." Sookie stated with a heartfelt smile, feeling the butterflies in her stomach. She knew Frankie wouldn’t understand what she meant since she didn’t know what she was, but it was how she felt. "I feel like nothing can touch me, you know?" She looked down at her tea before drinking some more. She laughed softly and said, "I’d appreciate that very much, if you’re sure…? Thank you."
Even Derek wouldn’t of let her go alone, he knew the dangers and now that he’d met her, he couldn’t exactly class her as a stranger, as none of his business. Not that he’d class her as a friend, he had way too many trust issues for that, but still.. he knew her, she seemed, sweet, and he couldn’t let her go out there without a helping hand. He didn’t want her death to be on his conscience.
"Uh huh… you were such a hero." Sarcasm, and she wasn’t listening, that was his point, he didn’t do the heroic acts, helping her yesterday was as far as he was willing to go. "You don’t need to be a hero just to help people." “Maybe I just don’t want to.” he stated back almost instantly with a shrug. He’d had everything taken from him, everyone he loved, he’d been betrayed by those that should have your complete trust. That was just life, it was part and parcel of living in this world, people died, it was that simple. Noone helped him, why on earth should he risk his neck for strangers? “Heroes are over rated, and they’re normally late.”
“I’d try and match up to you but I don’t actually have wings. It’s a shame really. I could fly my way back to camp.” The wolf smirked at her, nodding, giving her an invisible pat on the back as he walked to the door. "If you could fly, you’d be on you’re own. Less danger up there I’m sure. Croats don’t really carry guns unless they’re organised." he chuckled, opening the door for her "No time for coffee and biscuits…" God he missed coffee, every time he found a tub or a jar of the stuff it was gone in days, thanks to his little humans ability to consume the stuff like it was oxygen. In fact, the human boy was like a bottomless pit for everything, Derek often finished a meal hungry so that the boy could fill himself up.
"If you’re lucky, we can find your vampire by lunch." he said with a slight smile, though he knew that would probably never happen, he trusted his nose, she just had to trust it too. "Let’s go Tink."
There was something off about Derek that she couldn’t put her finger on. It wasn’t anything terrible as far as she could tell but it was just some hunch. The way he talked about looking out for her own skin and not anyone else’s, not wanting to play the part of the hero. While it should have just passed over her head, just hung onto those words instead and mused over them. “Nobody’s asking you to,” she replied to him. “Not everyone wants to be the knight in shining armor with the great sword, fighting and killing and trying to survive. But you don’t have to be a hero to help people.” She chewed on her bottom lip thoughtfully, trying to figure out just what it was about him. Of course she didn’t know much about him either and from the way he spoke, she got the feeling Derek wasn’t too keen on letting her explore his life. The curious girl though was - well - curious as what had happened to him to make him so…cold? Or just closed off from everyone else.
"If I could fly, do you think I’d still be here?" She remarked with a short laugh. "I would have flown myself to some kind of private island in the middle of nowhere with a population of zero. That includes anything non-human. No vampires, demons, faeries, and whatever else to threaten me." It all sounded like the perfect paradise but she was sure there would be a downside to that slice of heaven idea.
Sookie raised her eyebrows, disappointment that she wouldn’t be having breakfast this morning. Well…breakfast usually meant something small that was scraped together. At least at the camp they had coffee and juice and produce to eat. “Aw shame. And here I was hoping for a pancake breakfast.” She teased Derek, already starting on combing her fingers through her hair. Saying that almost made her feel spoiled by the food the camp had to offer. Now she would have to skip breakfast. She guessed she oughta get used to the rouge life. Shrugging, she looked out the window and said, “So I’m guessing the only weapons you have are teeth and claws?” Her light wasn’t exactly the best weapon. It was more like a brief stun.
"I love you, too, Sookie."
Here tears were angry, genuine… sad. He wanted them gone from her face, wanted them to not be for him, but for Jason and Tara, and her gran, and everyone else that deserved her love. Not for him, not for Bill…
Because they were evil. They were the reasons that she lost everyone she loved. Bill and Eric were ill-deserving of her love and they had been since the moment she stepped into their lives.
She was dead from the moment they said, “hello.”
There was a part of him, somewhere between “Godric” and “nobility” that held a love for Sookie that would forever thrive until the hour of his true death. There was a love that would bend him, sway him, weaken him, turn him into this thing that loved her more than he loved himself and it frightened him, truly, the amount of love which was held for her within his person.
Don’t ask why, because we don’t have eons for Eric to explain to you exactly how the light bouncing off of her hair reminds him of the rolling meadows of Sweden.
He was ancient, fucking old as dirt and wise well beyond his years, and yet there was still this girl, this little human not human girl that rendered him weak… There was something to be said about the situation, that Eric still thought of his love for her as a weakness, but when the day came when he could think of that love and feel the amount of shame he felt now.
When that day came, his love would be a gift. Until then, it would remain a curse.
There was a rumble in the distance, something dangerous, something telling them that their time was up, that this was it…
"You have to go, Sookie."
Sookie broke into a sob when he said it back to her, her head dropping as against his chest once more so she could hide from the world for just a moment longer. That was all they had right now anyways, before everything came flooding back into their lives to tear them apart. Jesus Christ this felt like the hardest thing to do ever. The first time she ran away was because her world was tumbling down on her and she found out people were not what they seemed. She needed to escape and be with people who seemed genuine - even if they turned out not to be.
Now she was running away again for the safety of her life. But she wasn’t just getting away from the danger that threatened them. She was leaving everyone she cared about behind her. As much as she wanted to argue with Eric on this, being the stubborn faerie that she was, she knew he knew what was best and she decided to go on this with him. Sookie felt the rumble as well, looking behind her shoulder at the town behind them. Whatever was out there…it was nothing good. It sent shivers through her body. She looked back at Eric, wiping the tears from her face.
"Okay…" Her voice was shriveled and weak and she almost didn’t hear herself speak. Slowly Sookie backed out of his arms so that she could somehow call to the faeries in her realm, not even sure this would work but she had to try something. Hot Wings was surely abandoned now if the faeries knew what was good for them. Letting out a shaky breath, Sookie closed her eyes and held open the palms of her hands, wondering if exposing her light nature was the key to getting there, or getting some assistance from other fay. She could feel the tingling warmth of her light illuminating her hands, coming from her core.
Sookie…? It was a thought coming from one of the faeries. Her chocolate eyes opened up and she looked around, trying to find the fay. You have to come now. The darkness…it’s here.
"They’re here." Sookie told Eric, giving him a sad smile.
He could feel her move before anything else, the way her arms slid to his face never breaking contact. He looked into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Doe-like in a way. His eyes fluttered as she stroked his cheeks not being used to such a tender form of contact, and especially not from someone he loved more than life itself. He reached up and gently skimmed his thumb under her eye catching the tears before they had a chance to fall. “I’m…I’m so glad you’re safe.” He whispered, “I thought…when I couldn’t find you…” He had assumed the worst but it was knowing that maybe his little spitfire had gotten through it, kept him going, kept him hoping.
Their lips met and it was like an electric shock went down his spine as he pulled her closer, his hand sliding down her back to press her closer. To feel her against him. He pressed back almost as desperate and hungry, having to stop a little whimper from escaping him when she pulled away. “I love you too…I love you so much Sook. I am so glad you’re alright…” He murmured. “I swear, nothing is gonna separate us again. I swear to you.”
She couldn’t let go of him. She wouldn’t. Sookie just wanted to stay like this in his arms for a while longer. It had been forever since she had seen him, held him, touched him, kissed him, talked to him, and she would be damned if she were going to break away from that now. “It’s okay,” she told him in a hushed voice, not being able to talk any louder. “You looked for me. That’s what matters. I looked for you, too, but so much was happening. I couldn’t find you…and…and I’m sorry.” She was sincere about that, being sorry for not getting back to him sooner. She was surprised it had taken this long but they were here now. That’s what mattered.
Sookie pressed her body against his as his hand guided her to, hugging onto him and not planning to let go any time soon. I love you. She wanted to say it over and over until she was hoarse. She smiled at those words. “I’ll never leave you again. I promise…” She looked over him, flickering her eyes away from his for only a moment before asking, “And you are alright? The hell hound wound healed? A-and no demons got to you? You’re really okay?”
Derek woke to light filtering in through dark curtains that kept the office dark, the way he liked it. Hues flickered open and closed as he rolled over with a groan, reaching for the body that normally resided next to him first thing in a morning. Stiles’ side of the makeshift bed was warm, he felt that immediately, but there was no flesh, no bone or muscle, just soft pillow. The wolf pushed himself up, grunting at the daylight like he was trying to chase it away, glaring at the gap in the curtains as he stood.
A hand wiped down his face as he tried to wake himself up, feeling like he had barely slept, like he’d just fallen asleep ten minutes ago. It had been a long night, and a busy day before, all thanks to the mongrel in the woods and the tinkerbell that had followed him home. He’d promised to help her look for a vampire, a blood sucker, of all things, how ironic was that? A werewolf sniffing our a fang? Even Derek curled his nose up at the thought of it, but he wouldn’t go back on his word.
He was pulling a clean shirt on by the office door when he heard her, that Lycanthrope hearing coming in useful “Guess I’m sticking around..” she seemed a little downhearted, or even disappointed by that and he kicked the door open gently, heading out into the bar as his fingers straightened the rim of his shirt over his jeans. "Could you say that with less conviction?" he asked with a small chuckle, giving Sookie a nonchalant shrug "Listen Tinkerbell, if you want to go running around half cocked in the woods trying to pick up survivors, feel free." he said, not really wanting her to get hurt, but it wasn’t his business if she wanted to play the heroine.
"But just so were clear. Saving you yesterday was my quota for heroic actions, so don’t expect me to come running if you get yourself in to trouble again." Sure, it was blunt, but surely she was used to that by now, she knew he wasn’t the kind of wolf to put his neck on the line for someone else, they’d already had that conversation.
"I’ll help.." he tapped his nose "that’s what this is for." he let his face shift with a quick crick of his neck, till his features were that of a wolf and not a man and gave a small smile “But I’m a monster remember, I don’t play the savior.”
Sookie felt her body jump when she heard the door open up with a thumping sound. She looked over to see Derek coming out of the room, offering a small smile to him. She then rolled her eyes at his words and said, “Well good morning to you, too, Derek. I didn’t necessarily mean that staying here was a bad thing. I just mean that I’m anxious to get back and see if everyone was okay. But…going alone’s just…well dangerous.” Like that needed to be said. Going anywhere alone or even with small groups was dangerous. You were likely going to run into trouble but who didn’t know that these days? Sookie just didn’t think that going back was a good idea right now, especially with the camp just freshly attacked.
"Uh huh…you were such a hero. Such a hero that you didn’t even really want to help me at first." Sookie reminded him. He was probably going to leave her with that rabid dog before he intervened and after that, well if she hadn’t been so damn damsel in distress, her ass would have been left alone in the woods. Okay so maybe Derek hadn’t done much to prove her that he could have been a hero if he wanted, but he had helped her out last night and was offering to help her again today. She still needed to find a way to repay him. "Look. We’re not all made up to be heroes but don’t discredit yourself either, she told him. "You don’t need to be a hero just to help people."
Sookie didn’t bother to mention that she was always getting into some kind of trouble. She was Little Miss Trouble Maker back in Bon Temps and it seemed like times weren’t changing either. Thankfully she wasn’t the focal center of attention anymore. It didn’t feel like a burden for her anymore to feel guilty for always dragging people into her messes. Though if something were to happen to Derek today, she’d never forgive herself. It would be her fault that something happened because he was helping her.
Blankly staring at him as he adjusted his wolf features, Sookie only said, “Cool,” so casually like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which nowadays it was. Seeing someone flicker their eyes black or sprout ears was nothing compared to what it used to be. “I’d try and match up to you but I don’t actually have wings. It’s a shame really. I could fly my way back to camp.” And she was making a joke why again?
Blonde… pretty. The one that smelled different. Not quite human, more than. Not better than, just more…
“Sookie, right? M’Benny. I ain’t thinkin’ we’s met yet…”
"No, I don’t reckon we have. It’s nice to meet you, Benny." Sookie gave him a look and asked, "How’d you put the name to the face so quick anyways?"
You that moment when you’re in a really deep sleep and then you suddenly wake up and you don’t know where you are or how you got there, what time it is, or the last thing that happened before you went to sleep? And then as you let the sleep wear off, it all comes barreling down on you and the weight of the world is back on your shoulders. You remember why you slept - to forget everything for the time being. Call sleep a good way for you to escape your troubles. Sookie’s reason for sleep wasn’t just because of that, but because she was dead tired from the previous night. Still. So much had happened that sleeping was a good excuse for her to escape, even for just a few hours. As Sookie sat up on the couch, she felt the spin of the world and began to tilt to the side before she fell against the back of the couch. “Oh…” She let out a groan. She didn’t even know where she was at first until she saw the bar with its glass she had been drinking out of last night.
It all came back to her after all. The bar, how she had been brought here by the werewolf Derek, and how he had found her to begin with. Sookie had tripped in the woods and had almost been attacked by a dog before he intervened. Slender fingers combed through her hair when she thought about that and she wished she had a comb. Maybe she’d tie it back into a braid after getting somewhat more awake. As she let out a sigh, she looked up at the door of the bar, seeing the sun filter in through the windows. Immediately she was getting to her feet and jogging towards the door, pressing a hand against it and dropping her head down.
It would be easy to open the door and leave the bar behind her and go back to the camp, to find out if everyone was okay and see the damage that had been done. It would have been so easy to leave and go there and not have to worry about anything else. Yes, the faerie did feel like she owed Derek something besides a “thank you” before leaving but…well she didn’t know. It hurt so badly to think about going back but…
Sookie’s hand dropped from the door and she turned around, resting her back against it and letting out a more audible sigh. “Guess I’m sticking around…” She murmured to herself. After all, Derek had mentioned something about helping her find Damon the night before if memory served her correctly.
Sookie walked through the camp with a smile on her face. “It feels so good to be back.” She looked around for familiar faces or even new faces that had appeared since she left.
Damon was busy working on the roof of the cabin, just out of view from wandering eyes when a familiar scent drifted up to meet him. He frowned turning his head sharply. It couldn’t be? Sookie? His Sookie was safe. She was here. He stepped off the roof, landing on the ground with a quiet thud. He moved around to the other side of the cabin hearing the quickening heartbeat. The hammer that was still in his grasp dropped from now limp fingers as he stared at a form he only dreamed about. “Sookie.” He murmured watching her with wide ice blue eyes.
It only took a moment as he rushed her using his speed. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. It didn’t matter, he hadn’t seen her in years. “Oh god, Sookie.” He whispered against her golden locks, tears welling in his eyes. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t rationalize, even though the logical part of his brain was spitting out what-ifs that he just couldn’t even think about at the moment.
What if she was a shapeshifter? What if she was a demon. What if she was anything but the Sookie that he had come to know and fall head over heels for?
It didn’t matter.
All that mattered was holding her tightly to his chest and never letting her go. All that mattered was feeling her warm skin against his cool flesh and knowing that everything was going to be okay.
"Oh Sook…god i love you…I missed you so much."
With every step she took through the camp, every person she saw in her sight, she was growing more and more anxious to see him, to just hold him. Suddenly as she was staring at the cabin before her, before she could even process what was happening, she felt a weight against her, pulling her into a crush against someone’s chest. “Oh!” She let out a gasp of surprise. That’s all she did manage to really say before she heard her name fall from his lips and she felt her heart practically leap out of her chest. “Damon?” It almost felt too good to be true and immediately she relaxed into his embrace.
But being held in his arms again could only satisfy her for so long before she had to fix her eyes on him. Sookie barely pulled away from him, enough to let her hands slide up to take his face in them and look him in the eyes. Those eyes that she had been longing to see. It sent chills down her spine. Stroking his cheeks with her thumbs, she grinned up at him with tears in her eyes. “Damon…” There was so much she wanted to say in that moment but couldn’t. Before she could do anything else, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. “I love you. I love you so much…”