Chapter Twenty-One – Relations

SPOV

Glancing at the clock on Master’s phone for the fiftieth time that day, I sighed.

Again.

For the fiftieth time that day.

The day was dragging by so slowly. I was bored and anxious at the same time. I wanted him to wake up and fly me to de Castro’s palace so I could end the bastard once and for all.

I even half thought about having the girl Hadley sent to Las Vegas, so I could just teleport there myself.

So I sighed again, knowing Master would definitely punish me for doing such a thing.

My mouth had gotten the better of me the night before. I’d been so angry – so furious – he would dare to send me away, when it seemed to me that his life was in danger on a daily basis as of late. Logic and common sense failed me, with my temper taking over my mouth. It was something I was familiar with.

A trait that had earned me each and every one of my previous punishments.

But Master could have beaten me black and blue and I still would not have left him.

Not that he would have.

And looking down at him now, naked as the day he was born, I felt the now familiar stirrings in my loins.

The things he’d been able to do to my body.

I’d never experienced anything like it before and involuntarily shuddered at the memories.

It made me wonder what else he could make me experience.

Having exchanged blood for a second time, I could feel his presence more strongly. While he’d piecemealed Compton, I’d played with our connection. It took more effort on my part, but I could still block myself from sensing his emotions.

Barely.

But I wasn’t sure if that would still hold true if we exchanged blood for a third time.

One more time was all it would take for a permanent bond to form between us. And while I had already pledged the remainder of my life in his service, I wasn’t so sure I would be able to handle feeling his every emotion all of the time.

Because like him, I was possessive.

And like him, I was certain I would become murderous if I could feel his attraction to any other.

The Were Herveaux had no idea his days would be numbered if I’d even winked at him in Master’s presence.

But I knew.

I could feel it in his blood.

But I also knew it was only a matter of time. Master had been feeding exclusively from me, but I was sure it was only because I was convenient. Before long we would return to the palace.

And before long he would take another donor.

And he would definitely punish me when I gutted each and every one of them the moment they left his dining room.

It held no table, but there was a bed.

A large one.

I knew he hadn’t had sex since I’d arrived at the palace with Great-grandfather. But even if we did join together and he continued to have sex with me on occasion, I had no illusions we would be exclusive.

Not on his end.

Vampire weren’t monogamous.

And while I was his in every way, he was mine to protect.

But nothing more.

I suspected a permanent bond would only increase my jealousy over him. Even now, I knew my affection for him would mean it would pain me when he inevitably took another into his bed.

And it would take a great deal of patience on my part to not teleport into the room and kill them the moment they touched him.

The Fae were vicious when it came to securing their own.

Evidently, it was a trait I’d inherited.

But he wasn’t mine. Not in that way. So perhaps it would be for the best if we explored one another’s body no further.

For my own sanity.

And for the preservation of the lives of his Royal Donor pool.

Although the latter was still iffy.

As was my willpower to rein in my lust whenever he was near, but all I could do was try.

And it wasn’t as though any failure to do so on my part didn’t have an upside.

But I was trying to not think about that.

Thankfully, the waking mind of Hadley filtered into my own, distracting me from murderous rampages and orgasmic failures. After her physical examination the night before, the doctor had sedated her, with the Were Dawson remaining just outside of her room for the rest of the night. I knew from my gift he was there even now, standing watch over her in the room across the hall from my own.

And I knew from my fifty-first glance at the clock on Master’s phone the old woman would be arriving shortly.

If she wasn’t still grieving for the predator, that is.

But sensing the girl’s apprehension and slight fear at her unfamiliar surroundings, I welcomed the distraction and popped to my room. Stepping out, I nodded at the Were – who nodded in return – and lightly knocked on her door.

After a long moment, her soft voice filtered through hesitantly saying, “Come in.”

Seeing her still looking so frail when I stepped into the room, I felt a little guilty for my earlier thoughts of shoving her onto a Vegas bound plane.

And then I felt guilty for feeling anything for her at all, like I was in some way betraying my real family.

It was confusing.

Her lips formed a small smile upon seeing me, so I returned it and said, “You’re looking better.”

Her eyes were brighter and her body was now clean, but she still wore the scars from her abuse.

Both inside and out.

“I…I feel better,” she replied after a moment.

“Good,” I smiled. “King Northman will be taking you to your grandmother’s house at first dark, so we still have a few hours. Would you like something to eat in the meantime?”

I’d never catered to anyone, but she didn’t appear strong enough to fend for herself just yet.

Besides, it would give me something to do.

But instead of answering my question, she raised her own by asking, “Who are you?”

I forgave her, her memory lapse, knowing she hadn’t been in the right state of mind the night before to take everything in, and responded, “Susannah.”

The Brigant name was too well-known for me to offer it willingly to anyone.

“No,” she replied. “I meant who are you? You are with the king?” Her cheeks reddened as she added, “I mean…I uh…heard you two last night.”

Oh.

Right.

With the way he handled my body, it would have been impossible to have kept quiet.

But I was trying not to think about that, so I evasively answered, “I am in his retinue, yes.”

“Oh.”

Yes.

Oh.

I was almost certain that was one of many things to fall from my lips at the feelings he’d caused in my body the night before.

Not that I was thinking about that anymore.

Being the only telepath in the room, she looked up at me unaware of where my mind had wandered to and said, “You called me cousin. Why?”

Me and my big mouth.

That’s why.

I had no intention of revealing our connection, but I couldn’t lie to her. My fairy blood made it impossible, but my teachings in the Fae realm prepared me for all situations.

Including how to talk around what we did not wish to talk about.

So I told her a half-truth and answered, “You appeared as though you needed to hear someone was on your side. Who better than family?”

I knew from her thoughts my words appeased her, but I struggled to keep my mask in place hearing her say, “I have a cousin. His name is Jason. If Gran still works here than you’ve probably met him?”

Yes. The oaf.

My kin, apparently.

My day seemed to be just getting worse and I wondered why I’d left Master’s chambers at all. But seeing her hopeful eyes staring back at me, I sighed – again – and revealed, “Yes. I have met him.”

And I smiled genuinely, recalling our first encounter when I’d thrown him to the ground.

But not wanting to scare her, I only said, “He is very fond of sauce covered chicken wings.”

She laughed and I found myself chuckling along with her in spite of myself. She looked happy.

For a moment, completely carefree.

She looked like any girl her age should.

It made me wish I was a necromancer so I could revive Compton, only to kill him again.

As her laughter died down, so too did her smile and her eyes filled with unshed tears as she whispered, “I miss him.”

I knew the feeling. I missed my cousins as well.

Well, maybe not Claude.

But all I said was, “You will see him this evening. The king wishes to have a doctor on hand just in case your unexpected reunion is too taxing on your grandmother’s health.”

She snorted – strangely sounding very much like me – and said, “Gran’s as strong as an ox. Jesus Christ himself could walk in and sit down at her table for Sunday supper and she wouldn’t bat an eye.”

I didn’t doubt her. The female of the species was often the stronger of the two.

We just had the common sense to allow the males to believe otherwise.

Females were also the deadlier of the two.

Great-grandfather’s wife had been the one to teach me that lesson.

Repeatedly.

I was stubborn, after all.

We sat in silence for a moment – each reminiscing about our elders – when she spoke up and asked, “Are you okay?”

Seeing my confused expression, she added, “You were uh…pretty bloody last night. Were you hurt bad?”

“Hardly,” I scoffed. “That wasn’t my blood.”

And seeing her confused expression, I added, “I am King Northman’s personal guard. I killed four Weres and a vampire in his defense last night.”

“Really?” she asked with wide eyes.

“Really.”

And feeling her want to know, along with her fear at even mentioning his name aloud, I offered, “And His Majesty ended Compton before dawn. He made sure he paid for his crimes against you.”

More tears silently streamed from her eyes, but I could sense her overwhelming relief. So I said nothing and merely sat with her until she eventually looked up at me and admitted, “I wish I was strong like you.”

In her mind, images of all she’d been subjected to flashed through her thoughts. So I passed along a little bit of the knowledge taught to me by Great-grandfather and caught her eyes with my own, saying, “The greatest strength is in survival. You survived, where he did not.”

Some days, that knowledge was the only thing to get me through.

But I kept that tidbit to myself and softened my features into a genuine smile when I added, “And I can teach you how to defend yourself. But first you need to regain your strength.”

“You would do that?” she asked, with her hope coming through in her voice.

“Of course.”

That’s what family was for.

Which we were.

Sort of.

Hearing her stomach growl, she blushed again as we both laughed and I headed down to the kitchen to get her something to eat.

And ran right into the old woman.

Shit.

I should have taken Master’s clock phone with me.

“Susannah,” she greeted with a warm smile.

“Mrs. Stackhouse,” I nodded in return, while my mind calculated the odds of her coming across her granddaughter before sunset.

The odds were great.

But in my distracted state, I didn’t realize my error until she smiled widely and said, “Very good! Your English is coming along splendidly!”

Shit.

With her reunion with Hadley taking place in the very near future, I knew the odds were also great the fact I could speak English would come out. And I oddly felt a small amount of shame when I only admitted, “I am a fast learner.”

I was.

So it wasn’t a lie.

Technically.

And wondering if the night before had been a fluke and it was the other half of Hadley’s ancestry I was related to, I sent out a quick pulse searching for the blood of my own.

And the force of it nearly made me jump backwards, bounding back off of the old woman in front of me.

Shit.

“Apparently so,” she smiled, unaware of just how shitty my day was becoming. “Are you hungry? Would you like for me to fix you something to eat?”

But before I could reply, we both turned at the sound of someone else coming into the kitchen.

Whose identity I’d known before they even darkened the doorway thanks to my gift.

Still taking in her surroundings, Hadley walked through the door saying, “I’m feeling stronger, so I thought I would…”

That was as far as she got, halting both her words and her steps as she looked up at hearing the old woman gasp.

“Hadley?” she whispered, seemingly afraid the girl wasn’t real.

But she was. Something the ox quickly learned when she ran forward, wrapping her arms around the old woman and crying out, “Gran!”

I felt like I was intruding on their private moment, so I quietly exited the room and returned to Master’s chambers. But that didn’t stop me from intruding with my gift.

I told myself it was to monitor the ox’s health because Master would be furious if he rose from his daytime rest and found her dead in his kitchen.

He would be.

So it wasn’t a lie.

Technically.

But the oaf making an appearance was my breaking point and I closed off my mind, not wanting to hear any more.

But not before I sent out another pulse and scowled realizing by the strength of the connection, I was closest related to him.

Shit.

The day couldn’t end fast enough as far as I was concerned and I threw myself down onto Master’s bed beside him.

I tried to meditate, while waiting for him to rise, but I couldn’t find my focus.

I tried to empty my head of every thought, but that didn’t work either.

Ever since he’d given me access to his chambers, I’d spent an hour or twenty studying his features as he rested, but that didn’t work either.

Because now when I looked at him, it only served as a reminder of what I could never really have.

Just like the reunion taking place two floors below me.

So I gave up and did something I hadn’t done in a very long time.

I curled up and willed myself to sleep.

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38 comments on “Chapter Twenty-One – Relations

  1. Northgirl says:

    Great, now I feel like crying AND caliing my mum! Anyway, I really love this story, even though there is still no sexy time, and can’t wait to read another chapter!

  2. ozzo says:

    YOU ARE KILLING ME!!!! Tell me please please please that you are going to give me another chapter today…….PLEASE!!!!!!

  3. lostinspace33 says:

    Sookie realizing that she was most closely tied to Jason was hysterical! LOL

    Almost all Erics and Sookies, whether it be in fanfics, SVM books or TB, are known for their poor communication skills (at least with each other,) but these two take the cake! If only they could spend 10 minutes reading each other’s minds instead of each other’s emotios…

  4. Awwwwwww! I wanna give her a hug even though I know she won’t accept it. She feels like an outcast every where except with Eric. And it will be up to Eric to make her believe how important & special she is to him. He won’t need those ho’s now that he has her. The fact that Niall let his wife beat her too really makes me see red!! Can’t wait for the next installment…

  5. suzyq591suzy says:

    Eric needs to tell Sookie the truth that the faeries stole her and this is her real family even the oaf.

  6. Roxybird says:

    I love this story and I love this Sookie. 😀 Shit indeed!

  7. askarsgirl says:

    awww poor Sookie…her and the King really need to hash things out. I really can’t see him ever going back to the Royal Donor pool anymore…right?!
    Thanks for all of the incredible updates the past 3 days. It’s been like winning the lottery!

  8. Can’t wait for more and for them to speak for more than just five minutes.

  9. kardamon says:

    Ah, but she did lie! – when she gave her name to Hadley. It wasn’t Susannah, it was definitely Sookie.

  10. loretta412 says:

    why was sookie calling Hadley an ox that was rude and jason oaf Hadley didn’t do anything to her

    • kjwrit says:

      Awww…but at least she only calls them names to herself and not out loud. And it’s Gran who’s the ox, but only because Hadley said she was as strong as one.

      I would ask that you give her a little leeway. She’s confused and feeling very alone right now and she’s mentally taking that frustration out on the ones she feels are causing her to feel that way. The human family she knew nothing about until the night before. Give her time. Hadley isn’t the only one with scars on the inside.

  11. tlynnson says:

    One time in a land far away, a vampire awakened with a fairy asleep in his bed. The end.

    Oh dear Susannah, you have given Eric a most wonderful gift. Let the games begin! My goodness, she is bloodthirsty and possessive. Relations is a perfect title for this post.

  12. switbo says:

    Aww. This was such a sad chapter. Poor Sookie. She thinks so little of herself, except for her badassedness (yes, I am making up a new word) which she’s very confident about. Her and Eric really, really, REALLY need to talk! And fu&$! Lol

  13. Mindy says:

    I understand why she feels that way about her ‘family’. Poor Sookie, she had a rough day. I am hoping Eric tells her he only wants her. I doubt they will communicate on that level now, but a girl can hope right. I’m enjoying this story.

  14. Ryl says:

    Sookie discovering being closest related to Jason was hilarious! I have a feeling there’s going to be quite the family reunion coming up… My heart was breaking for Sookie and her thoughts about Eric not being exclusive with her. Here’s hoping that they actually talk at some point. Great chapter!

  15. Jackie69 says:

    Wow this chapter is so intense I hope Sookie realises that she’s not alone… she has a new found family and most of all she’s got Eric ….

  16. shoegirl01 says:

    Love this! Can’t wait till Sookie realises the ‘oaf’ is her brother! I’m pretty sure it hasn’t computed yet.
    Is it too soon to beg for another chapter? 🙂

  17. baronessjai says:

    Damn….. I did say I wasn’t worthy right?…. I was just crying into my shoes …omg! Then I was laughing. ..sookie learning her tie is closer to Jason …..hilarious.

    See ya next chapter 😉

  18. Nia says:

    Can’t wait for her reaction when she learns the oaf is her brother! More please?😀

  19. redjane12 says:

    What a contrast this Sookie to the badass Susannah from the last one… She is so fragile (I do not want to say broken, I think there is plenty strong there) I want to give her a hug… Hopefully she gets one from Eric when he gets up?
    I spy another evil fairy that Eric has to take issue with… Niall’s wife it’d seem? She was the cruelest by these latest inner thoughts of Sookie’s? And Claude though he is always a turd…
    You’ve spoiled us with all these very frequent updates now… This story is just so so so addictive!

  20. valady1 says:

    Niall definitely has some ass kicking coming his way for what was done to Sookie.. And her horror to realize her close tie to Jason was just too funny.

  21. murgatroid98 says:

    Dang, this was too short. It would be too short if it was twice as long. Her consternation at the close connection to Jason is funny. I hope Hadley tells Gran the truth about Bartlett and Compton.

  22. trubie35 says:

    Awesome, as always. I was surprised Hadley came into the kitchen. Can’t wait for Sookie and Gran to realize their connection(the Oaf too)
    I’m hoping Eric drains Niall’s wife or Gran beats her to death with a rolling pin! Poor Sookie, I loved what she said to Hadley about survival. And now she’s thinking they shouldn’t explore each other’s bodies anymore! Say it ain’t so!! I hope you never get tired of writing this story because we’ll never tire of reading it!
    Thank you!
    Love the term “clock phone” – he he

  23. meridiean says:

    She’s wise to realize that getting closer to Eric physically would not be a very good idea considering her penchant for jealousy and his penchant for Royal Donor pool fuck-and-feeds. She really should take a step back until he takes three steps forward.
    Ugh, the sooner Susannah is told that she’s actually Sookie, the better all the way around. Why would Niall let her be beaten? Oh, yeah, because he’s an ass. Great chapter as always!

  24. gwynwyvar says:

    Oh Sookie. Talk about bitter sweet.
    But I’m guessing it won’t take too long for Gran to drag her kicking and sulking, into a close family bond 🙂

  25. Poor Sookie. I really felt for her this chapter. Hopefully there will be a happy family reunion once everyone is made aware of it. She’s so confused right now and the situation with Eric certainly is not helping her. I look forward to reading more.

  26. itsamia71 says:

    Bless her, it’s all a bit much isn’t it? As cruel as the fairies were things were simpler for her then. Despite the fact that she is mostly human, she was raised a fairy and that makes all these emotions even harder to take. And for two beings who can feel each other’s every emotion, Eric and Sookie are dreadful at communicating!
    Now he’s going to wake up with her asleep in his bed…..

  27. georgiasuzy says:

    LOL that the Ox and the Oaf are all related to Sookie – and she named them before she knew! Eric is super bright to guess that she might be Corbett’s daughter and that Fae Fuckery is involved. Poor Sookie, thinking that she’s going to have to share Eric with the Donor pool, the jealousy, and her poor self-esteem. I can’twaitfor you to set things right on that front!

  28. kleannhouse says:

    wonderful chapter… the oaf , Jason to a tee and Gran as the loving strong as an Ox type , lol…. loved it… Eric needs to talk to Sookie ,she is bringing herself down in self esteem and that is not good…. i think he will enjoy waking up to Sookie beside him but unsure of how he will react to the reunion. KY

  29. Ragna01 says:

    I want to see MORE!!!

  30. theladykt says:

    Glad Hadley is doing better. Wonder how long til everything comes out. Niall has so much to pay for.

  31. fanficglo says:

    Well at least Sookie has some kin to connect with now :/

  32. hartvixen123 says:

    I love that Sookie is discovering family in this world. I hope she learns to connect with them. Her finding out Jason’s the closest she’s related to…hahaha. Great chapter!

  33. vamplover669 says:

    I loved Sookie’s talk with Hadley I look forward to seeing if both Adele & Sookie share their stories. Pam again will be so pissed she has missed all the fun that really is a punishment! Both E/S are waiting for each other to make the first move this is most frustrating.

  34. glamouredbyyou says:

    Great chapter.

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