Chapter 6 – Fangtasia Revealed
Packing up her home wasn’t nearly as hard as she’d thought it would be. She’d thought leaving her childhood home would be harder than it was turning out to be. Everywhere she looked memories of Gran jumped out at her, but she would always have those memories and would carry them with her for the rest of her life.
Just as she was finishing up her room she heard a car pulling up outside. Not knowing who it could be she opened her mind and heard…Sam. He had better have a damn good reason for intruding on her personal time at her home without warning.
Knock, knock, “Sookie!”
The door was open to keep the heat from getting to oppressive while she was running around getting everything done for her to move tonight.
“Yeah Sam! Just a minute.”
Running downstairs to meet him at the door she put on her best easy going smile. He had better keep his peace in her home.
“What can I do for you Sam?”
“I just wanted to drop by and apologize Cher, I was out of line yesterday and I hope you reconsider leaving us.”
“Thank you for the apology Sam. I’m sorry but my mind is made up, and I’m moving to Shreveport today for good so keeping my job here in Bon Temp just wouldn’t be practical.”
She kept her smile in place and braced for the backlash of her statement. She didn’t have to wait very long.
“You what! Sookie how could you be so stupid? I don’t understand….”
“No you hold it right there Sam. You do not come into my home and call me stupid, which just proves to me that we can’t be friends any more. Now Sam I’m gonna ask you just this once to get off my property immediately, if you don’t I will treat you like the hostile intruder you are and get my shotgun, am I making myself clear?”
The look of pure rage on his face made her take a step back and think that she just might have to go after her gun after all. Thankfully it was fully loaded and only a few steps away in the hall closet. However; he just turned and stormed out as suddenly as he’d arrived. Though she knew she wouldn’t be seeing anymore of him today, she had the sinking feeling that she hadn’t truly seen the last of him.
Not two hours passed before she knew what Sam had done. Her brother Jason pulled up in his truck and gave her a disappointed look. She braced herself for his condemnation of her actions, but was surprised by the first words out of his mouth.
“You know Sook I always thought that if you ever decided to settle down with some man I would be the first to know, and from you no less. But, I guess I’ll take what I can get hearing the news second hand. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and just assume you was so overwhelmed with joy over the new happy turn of events that calling your only sibling just slipped your mind. You need any help moving this stuff or you got it handled?”
In that moment she truly loved her brother more than anyone else in the world, save Eric of course.
Bill could not believe it Northman had given him not only Sookie’s home but his most lucrative business as well. The note attached to the deeds said something about realizing that his monarch truly deserved both. The deed to the house on Hummingbird Lane in hand he raced over to soothe Sookie’s fears of having to leave her home. With this he would be a hero to Sookie once more.
Coming up to the house at last he found his darling love in form fitting jeans and a ribbed black t-shirt and sandals sweeping her porch as he’d seen her do time and time again. Clearing his throat to gain her attention his smile of greeting was met with a look of absolute boredom.
“Sookie my darling, I have wonderful news.”
“Really? What might that be Bill?”
Her voice was devoid of all emotion, given his past behavior he completely understood her actions towards him, but what he held in his hands would change all of that soon enough.
“I now have the deed to your home. I would like to give it to you so that no one will have any sway over you again.”
He’d expected tears of joy, a hug, maybe even a kiss of thanks. What he got was… nothing. No reaction at all.
“I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me Bill, keep the house. I no longer live here anyway.”
“You don’t live here anymore?” He felt as though someone had struck him over the head with a steel pipe. Sookie didn’t live across the cemetery from him anymore?
“Are you gonna keep repeating what I say?”
This open hostility was unexpected, things were not going as planned at all.
“Where do you live now, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“No we don’t mind you asking at all your majesty. Sookie has agreed to come live with me at my home in Shreveport.”
Eric had come out of Sookie’s home and now stood behind her with his arms around her waist. His ease with touching his love made his mind go blank with anger. This was not how this was supposed to go at all. Sookie was supposed to be his not Eric’s. She was his soulmate.
“Now your majesty if you will excuse us we just finished sending the last of her things ahead and now I must show my Sookie her new home.”
With those parting words he watched the Sheriff of Area five take his love in his arms and fly across the skies away from him. This he would not allow he would find a way to get her back if it was the last thing he ever did. Now though he had a new business in Fangtasia to inspect.
Bill looked around him in complete shock. It was the most hideous thing he’d ever seen. Fangtasia looked as though it had been redecorated by a demented drag queen, with no taste. Gone were the dark seductive colors and beckoning glamour of the dance floor. Now everything was floral and very, very brightly colored. He could have worked with that simply turned it into something other than a nightclub, maybe a sewing shop for old women, with poor eyesight. However; the hanging cherubs that his men soon found out wouldn’t budge even with vampire strength, and the not one, not two, not even three, but four twirling disco balls caught every speck of light to be found and cast it back over the heinous landscape all over again highlighting how none of the colors went together at all.
It was as though someone had thought up every décor faux paux and thrown it all into one space, just to see what would happen. After his initial shock had worn off, he’d planned to just redecorate, turn it back to the way it was. That plan unfortunately was too cost prohibitive, especially since Northman would no longer be on display cutting the number of patrons and therefore revenue in half at least. His next thought was to sell, however, that too was proving impossible.
One look at the place and every potential buyer had quickly stammered their excuses and ran as far and fast as they could, fleeing like rodents from a sinking ship. Oh how he wished he had such an option. Now he was down to his last hail mary, give it to one of his subjects to turn around for him. When Pam had overheard him mention this plan to one of his guards while emptying out the basement which had remained untouched through the makeover from hell, she’d laughed long and hard telling him that if he tried such a thing his subjects would likely flee the state even quicker than the human buyers had fled the building itself. That may be true but he had to try something. Running his hands through his hair for the hundredth time that night alone he once again cursed Northman and his vulgar sense of humour.