True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction ❯ Ghosts That We Knew ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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Non Anime: True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 115 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2015 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 115 | Status: Work In Progress
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Ghosts That we Knew
By Mumford and Sons
You saw my pain, washed out in the rainBroken glass, saw the blood run from my veinsBut you saw no fault no cracks in my heartAnd you knelt beside my hope torn apartBut the ghosts that we knew will flicker from viewAnd we'll live a long lifeSo give me hope in the darkness that I will see the lightCause oh they gave me such a frightBut I will hold as long as you likeJust promise me we'll be alright
So lead me backTurn south from that placeAnd close my eyes to my recent disgraceCause you know my callAnd we'll share my allAnd our children come, they will hear me roarSo give me hope in the darkness that I will see the lightCause oh they gave me such a frightBut I will hold as long as you likeJust promise me that we'll be alright
But hold me still bury my heart on the coastAnd hold me still bury my heart next to yours
So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the lightCause oh they gave me such a frightAnd I will hold on with all of my mightJust promise me that we'll be alright
But the ghosts that we knew will flicker from viewAnd we'll live a long life
SPOV
"Oh my God! Yes!" I squeal when Bill opens up the black velvet box. The ring is a large princess cut diamond, with smaller diamonds going all the way around the band. It is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. Bill stands up from where he was kneeling on the ground in the most expensive restaurant in town, and slips it on my finger.
"It suits you, darling. It is small and delicate, like you," he says, looking at me fondly.
"I love you Bill Compton," I say, throwing my arms around his neck.
We go back to our dessert, and sip on the champagne, and I can't help but think about all of the wonderful things that life will have to offer us. I am the future Mrs. Compton.
Three Months Later
"Sookie, sweetheart, I can explain. It's not what it looks like," I hear him say as start to walk away from the bedroom. I am walking to the kitchen to get my purse, but he is hot on my heels.
"Bill, I can't look at you right now, or talk to you. That bitch needs to get out of my bed," I tell him. I don't even have the energy to be angry with him right now. I just got off from a 36 hour shift with my ambulance crew, and just wanted to get some sleep. He takes another step towards me, and I hold up my hand, telling him to leave me alone, when I notice the ring. I look up at him, take the ring off, and put it on the counter.
"Sookie, don't be ridiculous," he starts, gesturing to the ring.
"Bill, you have been distant for some time, and now I think I know why. I'm going to Amelia's house for the night," I tell him. I grab my purse and walk out the front door of the house without looking back. As I get into my car and begin to drive away, what just happens finally hits me. I can't stop the tears once they come, and when I get to Amelia's house I use my key to open the front door. When she hears the door open, she spins around, and when she sees me, she immediately pulls me to the couch.
"Sookie, what the hell happened?" she asks, plainly concerned. I then realize that I never called her to tell her that I was going to be showing up at her place.
"Amelia, he's cheating on me," I tell her between sobs. "I walked in after work, and went to the room, and there he was, flopping around on top of her. And you know what, that bitch just looked at me from underneath him likeIwas the one intruding. So, I left his ring on the kitchen counter, got my purse, and headed over here. I'm sorry I didn't call beforehand."
"Honey don't worry about that. I gave you that key for a reason. Go take a hot shower, get some of my pajamas to put on, and I'll pull out the couch and put fresh sheets on it," she says, clucking like a mother hen.
"Amelia, what would I do without you?" I ask her, honestly amazed that I was lucky enough to get such a great friend.
She clucks again, and shoos me to the shower. When I finally peel off my work pants and shirt, it feels great. It feels even better to get out of my socks and combat style boots. Being a paramedic really takes it out of you, especially after you volunteer for the 36 hour shift to get extra hours. I go to stand under the hot spray, and stay there until the water runs cold. I then realize that I've been crying again. I hate that he can make me feel this way. I've known that something like this was coming for some time now—he'd been distant, and cold. A woman knows when her man is lying to her, she just doesn't always know about what. I find a pair of sleep shorts and an old t-shirt in Amelia's drawer, and head back out to the living room.
She greets me again with a cup of tea, and tells me that it will make me sleep. Until then, though, we watch one of the Harry Potter movies, and joke about how great it would have been to be a witch.
I don't remember falling asleep, I just know I wake up with a blanket wrapped around me, and the TV turned off. I stretch, and immediately am hit with the smell of coffee. I pad into the kitchen to find Amelia fussing over her cell phone, sipping on a cup herself. When she looks up, she smiles at me, and gets up to pour me a cup of coffee, too.
"Bill called last night," she says over her shoulder. "He wanted to know if you were here. I told him that you were, you were safe, and that he isn't welcome on my property. He wanted to talk to you, but I told him you weren't ready yet."
"Thanks," I say, wishing that she hadn't been caught in the middle of all of this.
"Sook, I don't know if you'd be able to get the time off work, but I'm taking a trip to Paris in a week, and will be there for a month. If you want to go, you can. I'll buy another ticket, and change rooms to a two-bedder," she says, glancing up at me. Her father is Copley Carmichael. He's filthy rich, and is always spoiling his daughter trying to buy her affection.
"Amelia, I don't know if I could get the time offÉ" I say, wishing that I could. I've always wanted to go to Paris.
"Call the station right now, and speak to your boss. I'll need to know today so I can book the ticket."
When I pick up my phone to call my boss, I am shocked by what he tells me. He tells me that I deserve the break, and that I work too hard to not go on a vacation. When I tell him the length of the trip, I can almost hear him shrugging his shoulders. "Sookie, I don't care how long the trip is. You go, you get rested, you forget about the asshole, and you come back better than ever. We can't have medics working distracted."
I hang up the phone, and look at Amelia, who is watching me expectantly.
"I can go," I say, smiling. I can't wait to get away from this awful place, and try to move on past what has happened. I guess all I need now is a passport.
Ghosts That we Knew
By Mumford and Sons
You saw my pain, washed out in the rainBroken glass, saw the blood run from my veinsBut you saw no fault no cracks in my heartAnd you knelt beside my hope torn apartBut the ghosts that we knew will flicker from viewAnd we'll live a long lifeSo give me hope in the darkness that I will see the lightCause oh they gave me such a frightBut I will hold as long as you likeJust promise me we'll be alright
So lead me backTurn south from that placeAnd close my eyes to my recent disgraceCause you know my callAnd we'll share my allAnd our children come, they will hear me roarSo give me hope in the darkness that I will see the lightCause oh they gave me such a frightBut I will hold as long as you likeJust promise me that we'll be alright
But hold me still bury my heart on the coastAnd hold me still bury my heart next to yours
So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the lightCause oh they gave me such a frightAnd I will hold on with all of my mightJust promise me that we'll be alright
But the ghosts that we knew will flicker from viewAnd we'll live a long life
SPOV
"Oh my God! Yes!" I squeal when Bill opens up the black velvet box. The ring is a large princess cut diamond, with smaller diamonds going all the way around the band. It is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. Bill stands up from where he was kneeling on the ground in the most expensive restaurant in town, and slips it on my finger.
"It suits you, darling. It is small and delicate, like you," he says, looking at me fondly.
"I love you Bill Compton," I say, throwing my arms around his neck.
We go back to our dessert, and sip on the champagne, and I can't help but think about all of the wonderful things that life will have to offer us. I am the future Mrs. Compton.
Three Months Later
"Sookie, sweetheart, I can explain. It's not what it looks like," I hear him say as start to walk away from the bedroom. I am walking to the kitchen to get my purse, but he is hot on my heels.
"Bill, I can't look at you right now, or talk to you. That bitch needs to get out of my bed," I tell him. I don't even have the energy to be angry with him right now. I just got off from a 36 hour shift with my ambulance crew, and just wanted to get some sleep. He takes another step towards me, and I hold up my hand, telling him to leave me alone, when I notice the ring. I look up at him, take the ring off, and put it on the counter.
"Sookie, don't be ridiculous," he starts, gesturing to the ring.
"Bill, you have been distant for some time, and now I think I know why. I'm going to Amelia's house for the night," I tell him. I grab my purse and walk out the front door of the house without looking back. As I get into my car and begin to drive away, what just happens finally hits me. I can't stop the tears once they come, and when I get to Amelia's house I use my key to open the front door. When she hears the door open, she spins around, and when she sees me, she immediately pulls me to the couch.
"Sookie, what the hell happened?" she asks, plainly concerned. I then realize that I never called her to tell her that I was going to be showing up at her place.
"Amelia, he's cheating on me," I tell her between sobs. "I walked in after work, and went to the room, and there he was, flopping around on top of her. And you know what, that bitch just looked at me from underneath him likeIwas the one intruding. So, I left his ring on the kitchen counter, got my purse, and headed over here. I'm sorry I didn't call beforehand."
"Honey don't worry about that. I gave you that key for a reason. Go take a hot shower, get some of my pajamas to put on, and I'll pull out the couch and put fresh sheets on it," she says, clucking like a mother hen.
"Amelia, what would I do without you?" I ask her, honestly amazed that I was lucky enough to get such a great friend.
She clucks again, and shoos me to the shower. When I finally peel off my work pants and shirt, it feels great. It feels even better to get out of my socks and combat style boots. Being a paramedic really takes it out of you, especially after you volunteer for the 36 hour shift to get extra hours. I go to stand under the hot spray, and stay there until the water runs cold. I then realize that I've been crying again. I hate that he can make me feel this way. I've known that something like this was coming for some time now—he'd been distant, and cold. A woman knows when her man is lying to her, she just doesn't always know about what. I find a pair of sleep shorts and an old t-shirt in Amelia's drawer, and head back out to the living room.
She greets me again with a cup of tea, and tells me that it will make me sleep. Until then, though, we watch one of the Harry Potter movies, and joke about how great it would have been to be a witch.
I don't remember falling asleep, I just know I wake up with a blanket wrapped around me, and the TV turned off. I stretch, and immediately am hit with the smell of coffee. I pad into the kitchen to find Amelia fussing over her cell phone, sipping on a cup herself. When she looks up, she smiles at me, and gets up to pour me a cup of coffee, too.
"Bill called last night," she says over her shoulder. "He wanted to know if you were here. I told him that you were, you were safe, and that he isn't welcome on my property. He wanted to talk to you, but I told him you weren't ready yet."
"Thanks," I say, wishing that she hadn't been caught in the middle of all of this.
"Sook, I don't know if you'd be able to get the time off work, but I'm taking a trip to Paris in a week, and will be there for a month. If you want to go, you can. I'll buy another ticket, and change rooms to a two-bedder," she says, glancing up at me. Her father is Copley Carmichael. He's filthy rich, and is always spoiling his daughter trying to buy her affection.
"Amelia, I don't know if I could get the time offÉ" I say, wishing that I could. I've always wanted to go to Paris.
"Call the station right now, and speak to your boss. I'll need to know today so I can book the ticket."
When I pick up my phone to call my boss, I am shocked by what he tells me. He tells me that I deserve the break, and that I work too hard to not go on a vacation. When I tell him the length of the trip, I can almost hear him shrugging his shoulders. "Sookie, I don't care how long the trip is. You go, you get rested, you forget about the asshole, and you come back better than ever. We can't have medics working distracted."
I hang up the phone, and look at Amelia, who is watching me expectantly.
"I can go," I say, smiling. I can't wait to get away from this awful place, and try to move on past what has happened. I guess all I need now is a passport.