True Blood/Southern Vampire Mysteries Fan Fiction ❯ New Beginnings ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I can't believe that Eric would say something like that to me. I just stand there, with my mouth open, catching flies as Gran would say. I finally get myself together and walk into the kitchen, throwing my purse down and flinging my keys on the table. I sit down at the little dining table, and poor myself a nice glass of whiskey. I only bring it out for special occasions, and right now is one of them.
Until just recently, I hated Eric. He knows how to push my buttons and he makes sure to do it often. Frankly, he pisses me off. But the fucker is starting to grow on me. I groan, and down the rest of the glass in one gulp, wincing as it hits my throat. That wasn't a good idea. I'm with Godric. I have feelings for him that I never had with anyone else. Well, Bill was myonlysomeone else, but I still never had these feelings for him. I'm just going to need to put Eric in his place, and tell Godric about what is going on, so he can possible put a stop to it if necessary.
Happy with my loosely based plan, I put my glass in the sink and trudge up the stairs, thankful to finally be getting some sleep. It doesn't feel like just a few hours ago I got attacked by a...what was it? A maenad? At any rate, I just want to sleep. So that's what I do.
I wake up the next day fully rested, and quite late. Actually, it's already 11:00 in the morning. I sigh, and force myself out of bed so I can take care of business. I go to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee and a late breakfast started when I notice it.
Sitting in my driveway is a brand new car. I walk outside and circle the thing, when I see the name. It's an Acura ZDX. I gasp. I remember seeing these in the car catalog at store one time. They're limited edition. I shake my head, not knowing which one of those numb nuts thought it would be a good idea to get me a brand new fucking car.
I stalk back inside, and find a letter sitting at my front door. I get it and rip it open, but all it is is the title for the car and the other information. I take it my Fireproof safe and lock it up, and resolve to at least act grateful for the car. I mean, Iamgrateful, but it's just so damn high handed. I head back to the kitchen and eat my cool breakfast, still fuming about the car. I finish up and start to clean the house, remember that it's been a while since I reallycleanedthe house. So, that's how I spend the rest of my day.
By the time I am done with the house, the sun has gone down. I sigh, wondering how long it will take for one of them to stop by the house. While I wait, I make myself a quick dinner and big glass of wine. As I expected, it doesn't take long for them to show.
They both have invitations in, so they just waltz on in to the kitchen where I am finishing my meal. Eric, of course, has a shit eating grin on his face, while Godric looks a little more worried. Good. He should feel worried.
"Who bought the car?" I ask, deciding to get straight to the point.
"I did," Godric says, stepping forward. "You needed a new car, and one that will be reliable. If it will make you feel better, you can pay me back for it, although I would prefer you didn't."
I sigh, and cross the room to where they are standing. I wrap my arms around Godric. "Godric, I know you're only looking out for me, and thanks for that, but I can't have you guys doing everything for me, all the time. I hate not feeling like I'm in control of my own life."
"I know little one, I just wanted to help," he says looking down at me, with a sort of pain in his eyes. I can tell he doesn't really know what to do right now.
"Godric, stop apologizing. I actually fucking love the car. It just felt high handed for someone else to buy me one, but realistically, you're right, I needed it," I tell him laughing. "Now, lets take it for a test drive!"
I hear Godric laughing behind me as I run out to the car and start it up. It purrs to life, and I have to admit, it's pretty damn nice. I've never owned a car that was so smooth to ride in. Godric comes out of the house at vampire speed and gets in the passenger seat, while Eric opts to hang back at my house. That's understandable, because the backseat really isn't that big. We don't go far—just down my driveway and around the block—but it's far enough for me to get a feel of the car.
When we arrive back at my house, Eric is gone, and Godric looks uncomfortable.
"Where'd Eric go," I ask, looking at Godric.
"He...had obligations to cover at Fangtasia this evening," he says, looking at me evenly. I don't question him, simply because he is Eric's maker. It's not my business to get involved in anything that they do, or that is commanded.
"Oh, well that makes sense," I say cheerfully walking towards the house. When we make it inside, Godric stops me in my tracks.
"Eric has feelings for you. I need to know if you return those feelings for him," he says, looking down at me intently.
"Godric, my feelings are with you. Eric has always played this game with me. He flirts, I roll my eyes and send him on his way. It's just you, okay?" I tell him reassuringly. Although, in the back of my mind, I can't help but picture a delicious vampire sandwich.