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Winter books

Sun, 06 Dec 2009 07:04:24 GMT

328 pages and counting...

Winter Reading List - December 1 to February 28

The Secret Life of Josephine by Carolly Erickson

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It's that time of year again!

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 19:34:32 GMT

LJ Christmas Card Exchange!

If you want a Christmas card from Canada (and possibly some little trinket) then reply here with your address and I'll make sure that Santa doesn't forget you. ;P

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So come on and spread the Christmas cheer!

lest we forget

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 08:20:46 GMT

God almighty! In a few short hours we will be in battle with the enemy. We do not join battle afraid. We do not ask favors or indulgence but ask that, if you will, use us as your instrument for the right and an aid in returning peace to the world. We do not know or seek what our fate will be. We only ask this, that if die we must, that we die as men would die, without complaining, without pleading and safe in the feeling that we have done our best for what we believed was right. Oh Lord! Protect our loved ones and be near us in the fire ahead, and with us now as we each pray to you.

Lieutenant Colonel Robert Wolverton
101st Airborne, 506th PIR, 3rd Battalion
October 5, 1914 - June 6, 1944

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 17:54:44 GMT

I was just reading about my town on Wikipedia and found out that the Supernatural episode "Wishful Thinking" was mostly filmed in Squamish.

I found some youtube clips and I couldn't believe that Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki were walking right down the main street! And now I do remember back in the spring of 2008 seeing notices about something filming in the area so the street would be shut down, but I just assumed it was something crappy like The Guard.

I'm not a huge fan of the show or the actors or anything, but I still think it would've been cool if I saw Jensen or Jared. Or even Ted Raimi! Oh well, maybe I'll just have to wait around for Joshua Jackson (almost typed Jonathan there, must be a SCC fan) or Anna Torv.

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 08:24:53 GMT

Oh to be a young woman in St. Petersburg at the turn of the century. I read about how he leaned in close to them and caressed them and in his eyes they saw their salvation and from his healing hands they were blessed. I wish I could've been one of them, a loyal devotee.

It hurts to think that people don't know the truth and only listen to the trashy gossip. He's been villified countless times, all by scared, repressed, jealous little men who couldn't stand the thought of their worldview expanding.

He was not a sorceror. He was not a rapist. He was not a drunken lecherous fool. He was not a cult leader. He was not evil.

They didn't understand what he was, who he was. So they spread rumours, crucified him in the papers and then brutally murdered him. And even that story, the one of his death, isn't the whole truth.

He was full of love and life, he healed people, he helped them. But he wasn't celibate like the others and they couldn't accept that. They were so hung up on sin, so preoccupied with their moral objections that they couldn't, wouldn't listen to another viewpoint.

He was the new way of thinking, but their narrow little minds couldn't handle it and so he was executed. And the rumours and the lascivious stories followed for a century, drowning out the truth.

He was a martyr that will never be recognized. He is Saint Rasputin, a holy man doomed to be remembered in a history written by a Judas.

But I believe.

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 18:10:55 GMT

It's been exactly one year since I came hom from Texas.

Last October I weighed 192 lbs. Now I'm 150! I haven't eaten potato chips or cheezies since I came back.

This is the longest I've stayed in one place since graduating and I've had the same job for almost 10 months now.

It doesn't seem like a year has passed. The other night a movie was on tv and I was thinking "Didn't I just see this?" Yes, I had. Last year on Halloween.

Time really does fly.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 06:50:52 GMT

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to have friends. It's like I can almost remember, but it's been so long it seems like just a distant memory. Did it really happen? Were they real?

I forget what it's like to laugh till you can't breathe. I can't remember the last time the phone rang and it was for me. Do people still hang out together and talk and really listen to each other?

I miss those things.

Thu, 15 Oct 2009 06:27:41 GMT

Title: Dead, But Not Forgotten
Pairing: Sookie/Eric
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sookie learns the true nature of Malcolm, but at the end of the night finds herself with more questions than answers.
Author's Notes: AU, set after Dead to the World (spoilers). I apologize for the lack of actual Sookie/Eric interaction in the last few chapters, but in my defense I'm trying to write it like one of the books and just let the mystery unravel. But I promise you will not be disappointed in the end!

Sookie could hear all the shapeshifters’ thoughts around her, mixing together in one big jumble. Meg was skeptical about Sookie’s information gathering tactics, but willing to give it a try while Jake thought it was all a big waste of time. The blonde girl was more preoccupied with her growling stomach and hoping they could go out for burgers later and Viktor’s head was full of visions of blood. She could hear Sam too, nervous for her, ready to protect her if he had to. One by one she blocked them out, just as she had practiced with Bill. It seemed so long ago now, even thought it had only been last summer.

“Hold him still,” she said, “But don’t hurt him.”

Meg pushed the boy out in front of her, keeping his arms behind his back. He didn’t put up much resistance and as Sookie looked at him closely she figured he couldn’t have been much older than fifteen or sixteen. She directed her mind towards him, singling out his thoughts above the rest.

Oh God don’t let them kill me, please don’t let them kill me. I don’t wanna die.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Sookie reassured him, “They won’t hurt you. Not if you tell me what I want to know.”

The boy bit his lip, looking as if he might cry.

“I can’t,” he said quietly, “He’ll kill me.”

“We’ll kill you,” Viktor piped up, grinning as Meg shot him a warning look.

No, he’ll do worse than that, worse than they could, but I don’t wanna die for Malcolm’s cause. I didn’t sign up for this.

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Sookie said as she put a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder, “And I promise, Malcolm won’t be able to hurt you.”

It was a promise she didn’t know if she could keep, but she had to think of something to say. She had to get him thinking about his boss, had to push his thoughts in the right direction.

“It was him who set the fire at Fangtasia, wasn’t it?” she said and though the teenager said nothing, Sookie instantly got a picture of the exterior of the bar from a car window, just in time to see a flaming missile go streaking through the air. The boy was in the backseat, the scar faced man sitting in front of him. He had thrown the Molotov through the office window. The driver of the vehicle turned around, laughing uproariously and praising “James” for his aim. Sookie recognized Malcolm right away.

If she wanted her proof, there it was, plain as day. At least to her anyway. But that still didn’t explain some other things.

“So James threw the firebomb through the window. But what happened with that vampire who set himself on fire?”

How did she know it was James? Why does she keep looking at me like that, I told her I wasn’t gonna say nothin’

“What the hell is going on?” Meg asked, confused by Sookie’s sudden revelation.

Sam held up a hand to quiet her.

“Just let her do what she does,” he said.

The boy’s thoughts had drifted away from the fire thanks to the interruption. Now he was stuck on wondering if Sookie was some kind of witch putting a spell on him. Frustrated, Sookie put both her hands on the side of his face and concentrated.

“How did you get that vampire to light himself on fire? Was he working for you?” she asked, hoping that the direct contact and her line of questioning would shift his thoughts back to the right place.

It worked and Sookie was rewarded with the image of a dank, dark basement. There was a vampire lying on the floor, silver chains wrapped around his bare torso, burning into his flesh. A hood covered his face, muffling the sounds of pain as he writhed on the floor. Malcolm and a couple of his followers stood in a semi-circle around the vamp, stakes in hand. The vampire moaned that he was hungry, but the chains kept him from attacking his captors. “I can make the pain stop,” Malcolm said, “I can give you what you want. I can save you from all this torment. You just have to do one thing for me.”

Sookie found it hard to believe that the vampire would actually follow Malcolm’s orders after he’d been released, even if he had been tortured. Unless of course it had been a particularly weak minded vampire to begin with. One that could have been easily broken and tricked into doing whatever his abusers wanted, no matter how absurd it seemed. Sookie pressed further into the teenager’s memories, hoping to catch a glimpse of the suicidal vampire’s face, but dreading confirmation of her sneaking suspicions.

Another torture scene floated up from the boy’s subconscious, the lines of the room blurring as time shifted. The vampire was seated this time, the chains only wrapped around his arms and legs, the hood still over his face. James, his face unmarked at this time, walked into the room carrying a cage. Sookie’s stomach lurched as she noticed the injured cat inside, it’s fur matted and wet with blood.

“Oh no…” Sookie said, not realizing she had spoken out loud.

Malcolm pulled the hood off the hungry vampire, revealing exactly who Sookie had feared it to be. It was Bubba. Poor, sweet Bubba, who despite all his peculiarities had always been a friend to her. And they had starved him, tortured him till his fragile mind could take no more and then sent him out on his suicide mission.

Sookie couldn’t control the anger that was building inside her anymore and she smacked the boy hard across the face. He may have been scared now that he was caught, but he had been a willing participant in Bubba’s torment.

She felt the shifters stir with the sudden violence and wished she hadn’t done it. But she just couldn’t get the image of Bubba’s pathetic face, so full of pain and misery, out of her head.

“You people are sick,” she said to the teenager, “You tortured him. You brainwashed him into setting himself on fire.”

The boy’s eyes went wide as he realized that she knew everything. All those dark, evil things he tried to keep hidden, somehow she knew. She had seen it inside him.

What the hell is she? Oh Lord Jesus, please protect me. Please help me.

“Okay, what just happened?” the blonde girl asked and Viktor chuckled as he finally understood.

“She’s just like him,” he said, “She has the same thing the little vampire has.”

“She can read our minds?” Jake asked as he shifted uncomfortably, “She knows what we’re thinking?”

“I don’t like her knowing what I’m thinking,” the blonde girl said darkly.

Sam moved closer to Sookie instinctively.

“Well that’s fine because I’m not trying to listen to you right now,” Sookie replied, “I’m trying to listen to our hostage here and y’all are not helping.”

She turned back to the teenager and put her hands again on his face, trying hard to block out the clamor that had just arisen from the group of shifters and focus solely on the person in front of her.

Please oh please don’t hurt me, don’t let him hurt me

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Sookie told him softly, “Just tell me where Malcolm is now.”

“Enough of this, I’m bored,” Meg complained and she shoved the boy away from Sookie, knocking him down on the ground.

Sookie felt her connection broken as the other shifters laughed and Sam glowered.

“Hey!” Sookie exclaimed, “I’m trying to get some information here.”

“And I don’t care,” Meg said, “We wanna have some fun, not stand around here all day while you two stare longingly into each others’ eyes.”

“I’m hungry,” the blonde girl whined, “I wanna hunt.”

Sookie had a feeling she wasn’t talking about burgers anymore. She noticed Viktor was staring down at the teenager sitting on the ground, his eyes drawn to the boy’s bloody ankle where the blonde girl had ripped his pants.

“Alright, well we’ll just leave you alone then,” Sookie stammered and she reached down to help the boy up, but Meg stopped her.

“This one is responsible for locking up a fellow shifter and almost letting him freeze to death,” she said, “He needs to be punished.”

“Yes, by the police,” Sookie replied and she brushed past Meg as she grabbed onto the boy’s arm and pulled him to his feet.

“He’s ours,” the blonde girl said.

The other shifters began to move forward and Sam growled a warning as he stood in front of Sookie and the boy. Meg made a noise of disgust.

“You’d fight your own kind to protect a human?” she asked in disbelief.

“She’s not a human,” Jake said, as Sookie began backing away from the slowly advancing group, “She’s a mind reader. A freak.”

Suddenly Viktor was behind her, moving so fast she would’ve thought he was a vampire.

“Tell me, what am I thinking now?” he asked as one of those giant hands fell on her shoulder.

Sookie didn’t have any time to react before Viktor was knocked to the ground by something furry. It took her a moment to realize that it was Sam. He had turned into his chosen form, the collie, and had succeeded in getting Sookie away from the big, scary shapeshifter. Although now they had three more to deal with. Sookie watched in horror as the others changed; the blonde girl reverting to her bulldog form, Jake turning into a wolverine and Meg becoming a large barn owl.

The boy cried out as the owl flew at him, sharp talons cutting into his arm as he raised it to defend himself. Sookie batted at the bird with her hands, but was forced to stop when she felt something tugging at the bottom of her pants. The bulldog sunk its teeth into her leg and Sookie screamed in pain. She kicked furiously at the shifter, trying to dislodge her, and was thankful when Sam left Viktor alone and bit into the blonde’s hind leg with all his might. He barked loudly as he headed for the door of the warehouse and Sookie hurried after him, kicking away Jake the wolverine as she grabbed onto the teenager’s hand and pulled him along.

Sam changed back into human form as they got to the truck and then suddenly swore loudly as he came skidding to a halt in front of the vehicle.

“What is it?” Sookie asked frantically.

“The keys!” Sam wailed, “They’re in my jeans pocket.”

“I have a car,” the boy said quickly, “But it’s back that way.”

Sookie noticed then that the shifters hadn’t shown up yet. She had assumed they had been hot on their trail when they left the warehouse, but now they were nowhere to be found. It was eerily quiet outside and she was starting to feel uneasy. Then she heard something crunch on the gravel with slow, deliberate footsteps. Something big and lumbering and no doubt very dangerous.

“Sam…” Sookie said and he turned toward the sound, his eyes widening.

Standing in front of them was a huge grizzly bear, Viktor in animal form. Sookie sucked in a breath as the teenager whimpered, frozen to the spot in fear. The bear rose up on its hind legs and roared, the sound deafening in the quiet afternoon. The other shifters trailed behind him, keeping their distance for now and Sookie noted with satisfaction that two of them were bleeding. The grizzly took a step forward and Sam pushed himself between the animal and Sookie. He was naked and vulnerable, but that wouldn’t stop him from defending her.

“You better get out of here now,” he said, his eyes steely, face resolute.

The bear snorted angrily, but Sam stood his ground.

“I’m warning you,” Sam told him, “This is your last chance. Leave us alone.”

But the grizzly was having none of that. He reared back on his hind legs again as the air around Sam began to shimmer. And then standing in her boss’s place was the biggest polar bear Sookie had ever seen. His fur was snow white, his eyes and nose like pieces of black coal. His paws were enormous, larger than the grizzlies by a long shot, and as he stood up to his full height she noticed he was a lot taller than the grizzly too. Sam let out a menacing roar and Sookie almost laughed as the bulldog girl retreated, frantically running into the bush with her tail between her legs.

The wolverine began to back away as the owl settled onto a branch out of reach, leaving only the two bears standing in front of each other, facing off. The grizzly let out another angry snort, then fell back down onto four legs. He growled once more at Sam before turning around and lumbering off down the gravel path and into the direction the bulldog had taken. The owl hooted once in defeat, then took off into the sky.

Sookie stared up in awe at the huge animal in front of her. Sam as a polar bear was an awesome, terrifying sight. She was glad when he changed back to his human form. Sam wasted no time in running back to the warehouse to grab his keys.

“You people are crazy,” the teenage boy muttered, “What…what the hell are you?

“We’re the ones who just saved your life,” Sookie replied, “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll come with us.”

The boy hesitated for a moment, staring back at her with wild, terrified eyes.

“Unless you’d rather take your chances with them,” Sam said, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he walked back over to the pair, keys in tow.

The teenager shook his head and quickly hopped into the truck next to Sookie.

***

Sam parked the truck around the back of an old outlet mall and Sookie got out as the boy (who’s name was Trent she had discovered on the way over) looked at her apprehensively.

“Are you going to turn me in to the police?” he asked, stepping out of the truck slowly.

“I would,” Sookie said, “But I don’t think they’d bother arresting anyone for vampire torture, no matter how disgusting it is.”

“I didn’t want…I mean…I…”

Trent turned away from her in frustration and walked to the back of the truck, sitting down on the tailgate with his head in hands.

I didn’t know it was going to be like this. I never would have followed Malcolm. But I can’t leave now…

“Yes, you can!” Sookie exclaimed and the boy looked up, startled, “Trent, you don’t have to do what Malcolm says. You don’t have to take part in the evil things he does. You are your own person.”

“You don’t understand…” he said quietly, his hands nervously running over his arms.

Sookie noticed that he was bleeding. His sleeve had a long tear in it from where Meg had scraped him with her talons, the blood from the wound slowly seeping through the tattered fabric.

“You’re hurt,” she said, “I should take a look at that.”

She reached out to touch him, but Trent jerked his arm back and Sookie was hit with a frightening mental image. It all made sense now. Their devotion, their unwavering loyalty to a madman…

“He bites you,” she whispered, horrified, “And scratches you up. That’s how James got that scar, isn’t it?”

Trent’s eyes had a far away look to them as he nodded.

“If we disobey, he punishes us. He says he’ll turn us into a monster like him.”

Oh please God, I don’t want to be like him.

Sookie sat down next to the teenager, looking at him sadly.

“Listen to me Trent. Malcolm’s not going to be able to hurt you any longer. My friends, they’re going to…bring him to justice. You’ll be okay.”

“None of us will be okay…” he said softly.

Sookie sighed in exasperation. She was getting sick of this kid’s defeatist attitude. Sure he was scared, but then wasn’t everybody? She herself had almost been murdered a half dozen times and yet she hadn’t managed to lose her fighting spirit.

“Okay, here’s what you’re going to do,” Sookie said as she placed a couple of dollar bills in the boy’s hand, “You’re going to use this to take the bus and get yourself back home. Then you’re gonna go to church, a real church, every Sunday and listen to the preacher and learn what it really means to be a Christian. You’re not a monster, Trent. I know you’re a good person.”

“I almost killed you tonight. I would’ve just let y’all freeze…”

“But we didn’t. We’re okay and that’s all that matters. You didn’t kill anybody.”

Just those vampires.

Sookie chose to ignore his thoughts. Now was not the time to get technical. Trent stared down at the money in his hand, closing his fingers over the faded green bills.

“I don’t deserve this,” he said, “Not after everything I did. You should’ve let those animal people take me.”

“It’s not about whether you deserve it or not,” Sookie told him, “It’s about doing the right thing.”

Trent didn’t reply and for a moment they just sat in silence, Sookie watching the orange sun slowly dipping below the horizon. Even the boy’s thoughts seemed to be quiet for now. The truck creaked as Trent stood up, stuffing the dollar bills into his coat. He stared down at the ground, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I don’t know what you are, exactly. I…I don’t know much of anything right now. All I know is this: you could’ve just left me for dead back there, but you didn’t. You saved my life. So…I guess I’m trying to say thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Sookie said with a sad little smile, “Now get on home. It’s almost sundown.”

She realized after she had said it the ominous meaning her words took on given the context. Yes, get home before the vampires come out and kill you. Trent didn’t seem too bothered though as he nodded at her and turned away, walking towards the street. Sookie felt a shiver run up her spine as she watched his retreating back.

“Sook, are you coming inside? It’s cold out there!” Sam hollered from the front seat and Sookie quickly jumped up from the tailgate.

She had better get home too. You never know what could be out there, lurking in the shadows.

***

It was dark by the time Sam pulled into Sookie’s driveway. He offered to come in with her and sit awhile, but Sookie declined. As much as she enjoyed Sam’s company, she wanted nothing more than to relax in a nice hot bath and fall asleep under her fluffy comforter.

“Alright, I’ll say goodnight then,” Sam conceded, “Oh and I’ll get someone to cover your shift tomorrow, so don’t even worry about work, okay?”

“Thanks, Sam.”

She kissed him softly on the cheek, getting just the briefest glimpse of his crackling, tangled shifter thoughts as her lips brushed against him.

love Sookie warm want

She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as Sam smiled at her, unaware that she had peeked inside his head. The sudden surge of emotion from him made her think of Eric. Just what was he doing right now? It was after sundown, he should be there by now, seeing if she’s okay. So where was he?

Sookie waved goodbye to her boss and then unlocked the front door, half expecting Eric to be waiting for her inside, but the house was disappointingly empty. She flicked on the light in the living room and noticed her panties lying on the floor next to the couch. Horrified, she quickly scooped them up, hoping that Jason hadn’t seen them when stopped by that morning. Well if he had, at least he hadn’t said anything.

That sunny morning seemed like a hundred years ago now. It was amazing how much things could change in just a few short hours. And if the morning was a hundred years ago, the night before was a millennium.

Sookie threw the discarded underwear into the laundry hamper and pulled out her cell phone from her pocket. She found Eric’s name under the contacts list and hesitated a moment, her finger hovering over the green “send” button.

She didn’t know if she could talk to him. She didn’t know if she could face what he had to say. He must have felt her fear earlier and now it was dark out and he hadn’t even bothered to see if she was alright. So that must mean that he doesn’t really care about her. Unless…maybe he really didn’t know. Maybe he had been in such a deep sleep that he hadn’t heard her cry for help and was totally oblivious to her recent brush with death.

It was stupid, this whole thing was stupid. What was she going to say to him when she called? Hey, did you know I was almost killed today? How do you feel about that?

And yet she couldn’t stop herself from pressing the button and letting the phone ring. Even if she had nothing to say, she just wanted to hear his voice.

“Fangtasia, this is Pam.”

It was different from her usual greeting and Sookie realized that the bar was closed, which meant that Pam was probably there helping with the renovations. Then it sunk in. He hadn’t even given her his personal number, he had given her the number for Fangtasia. A number she already had. That nagging little voice in her head was suddenly getting harder to ignore.

“Pam, hi it’s Sookie. Um…I was just wondering if Eric was there.”

“He’s…out.”

Sookie didn’t like the hesitation in her voice. Something was definitely up, but did she really want to know what it was?

“Oh. Well…do you know when he’ll be back?”

“He didn’t say.”

Sookie felt her heart sink. It had been one hell of a day and all she wanted to do was talk with Eric and now he wasn’t even there, in fact he was probably out with some little fang banger right now, sucking her blood, kissing her, feeling her…

“Well, can you tell him to call Sookie when he gets back?” she asked, her voice breaking.

She was trying desperately to block the terrible mental images her brain was sending her, but it was no use. All she could see was Eric with other girls, ones that looked like her, but were prettier, slimmer, better.

“I’ll be sure to give him the message,” Pam replied and then she hung up without saying goodbye.

Sookie closed the phone dejectedly, the little nagging voice now screaming at her.

He got what he wanted and now he’s gone. He just used you for the night like some cheap whore. He doesn’t love you, he never did. He just strung you along, told you what you wanted to hear and you fell for it. Stupid, stupid girl.

Angrily, Sookie chucked the cell phone at the fireplace, smashing it into pieces. She skipped the nice relaxing bath and instead went straight to bed, not even bothering to change out of her clothes.

What a difference a day makes. This morning she had been feeling on top of the world and now? It was like a big storm cloud had come and blotted out the sun, shutting out the golden rays and leaving the world awash in grey.

“Let Malcolm try something on me,” she thought, “I’ll tear that stupid werewolf apart.”

And on those thoughts she drifted into a fitful sleep.

***

Sookie awoke some time later to a noise outside her bedroom window. Someone was sneaking around the house, the floorboards of the front porch creaking under their footsteps.

She sat up in bed as she listened intently, trying to discern if her nighttime visitor was friend or foe, but she couldn’t hear anything. So was it a vampire then? She felt her heart flutter, but told herself not to get her hopes up. It might just be someone who was good at hiding their thoughts.

Silently Sookie put on her slippers and headed towards the living room. She looked around for a weapon of some kind, just in case, and spotted the big metal fire poker leaning against the wall, its sharp end blackened by soot. She picked up the heavy instrument and cautiously made her way into the kitchen, shuffling towards the door.

She peered out the window and gasped when she saw a pale ghostly face staring back at her. Then she sighed in relief as she recognized who it was. She tossed the fire poker onto the floor and opened the door.

“Bill? What are you doing here?” she asked as she stepped out onto the porch.

She hadn’t seen him since the night they fought off Hallow and the other witches. It had been even longer since he had shown up at her house. In fact, she had almost forgotten all about him with everything else that had been going on.

Bill seemed at a loss for words and from the way he avoided looking at her Sookie guessed he hadn’t expected her to be awake.

“I…I was concerned for your safety,” he stammered, “There’s been some strangers in the woods recently.”

Sookie thought back to the night before.

“Constantine,” she said, “He’s a vampire. His…friend was hurt last night, he must have taken her into the woods to heal.”

“Yes, I knew about the vampire,” Bill replied, “But there was someone else. An animal. Maybe a were creature or a shapeshifter, I couldn’t be sure. But it was something supernatural.”

Sookie felt her stomach lurch. So Malcolm had followed her back to her house last night. He knew where she lived, he could come after her any time. She was glad now that Eric had been there with her and Marie.

Oh God, her and Eric. If Bill was out in the woods….did that mean… Sookie could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realized that Bill must have seen the whole thing, watching them from the shadows of the trees.

“There’s a werewolf out there,” she said, trying to keep her voice even, “He attacked me and another girl last night. He must have followed me home. But it was okay, I had…”

“Eric,” Bill finished for her.

“He helped.”

“In more ways than one.”

Sookie glared at the vampire, she was in no mood for a jealous ex-boyfriend at the moment.

“So you did see us then,” she said, “What were you doing, spying on me?”

“I told you, I feared for your safety. There was something out in the woods and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Well I’m alright. I’m fine.”

Bill moved in closer, looking at her earnestly. There was a time when a look from him would have melted her heart. But now was not that time.

“You need someone to look out for you, to protect you,” Bill said and Sookie couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“I can take care of myself,” she argued, “And besides, I have someone.”

Bill scoffed. “If you’re talking about Eric…”

“And so what if I am? Look, you can’t just show up here and start acting all territorial. We are not dating anymore. And who I sleep with is none of your business.”

She hadn’t meant to say the last part, it just came out. She didn’t want to intentionally hurt Bill, but she had to make him understand. She belonged to someone else now. At least she hoped.

“Sookie,” Bill said, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I…I must admit I still have feelings for you. I still love you, Sookie.”

This was too much. Why did it have to be now? This morning she could have handled this declaration no problem. But now she was so full of doubts, so conflicted, she didn’t know how to react. She thought about Eric the night before, telling her he’d never leave her. She thought about her first meeting with Bill, the way she had looked into his eyes and fallen for him instantly. And lastly she thought about Sam and the lingering feel of his cheek against hers, skin so warm and inviting.

“I really can’t deal with this right now…” Sookie muttered, rubbing her forehead in frustration.

She knew it wasn’t the answer Bill was looking for, but what else could she say? The love she had felt for him so many months ago had faded away.

“I’m sorry to have bothered you,” Bill mumbled as he turned away, “I’ll leave you now.”

And before Sookie could respond, he had disappeared. She could hear the sound of leaves rustling as Bill used his vampire speed to zip through the woods back to his house. She stared out at the trees, watching them sway back and forth as the wind picked up, the cool breeze causing her arms to break out into goosebumps.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered to the empty forest.

Sat, 03 Oct 2009 07:05:26 GMT

Halloween Movie Month - October 1 to 31

Ghostbusters
Night of the Living Dead (1990)
Blade
Blade II
Buffy Season 4 Halloween episode
Zombieland
Poltergeist
Beetlejuice
The Simpsons Treehouse of Horror XX
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Along with my booklist I've decided to also try and watch as many spooky movies as I can this month.

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Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:14:45 GMT

Title: Dead, But Not Forgotten
Pairing: Sookie/Eric
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sookie and Sam wait for their salvation, but is it worth the price?
Author's Notes: AU, set after Dead to the World (spoilers). I had the idea for this chapter way back in February so any similiarities between it and 2x10 are strictly coincidental.

Sookie gave a yelp of surprise as she was yanked backwards. She tried to scream, but a grimy hand quickly clamped over her mouth. She felt her heart sink as she was roughly turned around and saw three men surrounding her, with Sam nowhere in sight. She kicked and struggled as one of them grabbed her legs and they half carried, half dragged her into the warehouse.

There wasn’t much inside, just a table and a few scattered chairs, but Sookie’s eyes widened as she saw the large metal hooks hanging from the ceiling. Some of them were stained a dark red, either from rust or…something worse. She guessed the abandoned building had once been a meat packing plant. How very fitting.

The men set her down on the cold concrete and that’s when she saw Sam, bruised and bleeding, but otherwise okay. Two big men were holding onto his arms, one of them Sookie noticed was the guy from the Fellowship church, the one they had been following. Followed him right into a trap, she noted.

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a couple of trespassers,” one of the men announced, stepping forward.

He was young looking, in his late twenties, with the coldest blue eyes Sookie had ever seen. He had a long scar running down his cheek, which only served to make him look meaner.

“Please,” Sookie said, “We were just lost. If you could just tell us how to get back-”

Her words were cut off as he smacked her hard across the face. Sookie spat out the blood from her mouth, her head reeling as she hunched over the ground, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.

Sam lunged forward, cursing at them, but the men held him back, kept him in his place. His urge to protect Sookie was strong, but not strong enough to break free from his captors.

“You’re a liar,” the man with the scar said, “I know who you are. You’re that fang banging whore waitress.”

“You’re out of line,” Sam growled, but the man ignored him as he bent down towards Sookie.

“Tell me now, how’s your friend?” he asked with a smile, “I heard she and Malcolm had a little…disagreement last night.”

“She’s just fine,” Sookie said, “She’s going to be okay.”

She wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but she didn’t care. She had to believe that Marie was alright, she couldn’t bear another death on her conscience.

“Still lying your ass off,” the man said, shaking his head, “Oh well, don’t matter much anyway. Malcolm will see to it that you’re punished for your sins. Lock ‘em up!”

And before she knew what was happening, Sookie was being hauled to her feet and pulled away. Sam was dragged along behind her, fighting the whole way. The two were lead towards a large metal door and Sookie felt her stomach lurch as she remembered being trapped inside the Fellowship basement.

“No…” she gasped as the men shoved her and Sam through the hanging strips of plastic and into the large industrial freezer.

“We’ll give you a little time to cool off,” the man with the scar said, grinning, “A couple hours in here and you’ll be begging for Malcolm’s salvation. Or…you’ll be dead. Either way, it’s a win-win!”

He laughed, a cruel sound, and then he slammed the door shut, his wicked words still ringing in Sookie’s ears. Sam lunged at the door, pounding on it with his fists, but it was useless, they were trapped. Sookie sunk down to the floor, her heart thudding in her chest. She was starting to feel slightly claustrophobic, and Sam’s restless pacing was doing nothing to calm her nerves.

“There’s gotta be something in here,” he said, “Something we can use to bust open the door.”

He was frantic, searching, knocking over empty canisters and pushing aside metal racks. Frustrated, her picked up an empty jug and hurled it at the door, making Sookie jump.

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to go poking around here,” Sam said angrily, his breath puffing out in clouds in front of him, “Because I knew it’d only lead to trouble! But no, you had to go off and be a God damned detective! And now look, we’re stuck in a freezer in the middle of nowhere and if we don’t happen to die of hypothermia a werewolf is probably going to eat us!”

Sookie couldn’t help it as she started to cry. She knew it was all her fault, she was always getting into situations like this, but hearing it from Sam was more than she could take at the moment.

Sam’s anger immediately dissipated at the sight of her tears, his face softening as he looked apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” he said, sincerely, ashamed at his outburst, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. It’s not your fault.”

Sookie turned away as he knelt in front of her. She hated him seeing her like this. She was supposed to be strong, fearless, not some simpering little girl who cowered at raised voices.

“It is my fault,” she said quietly, “I knew what I was doing was stupid and dangerous, but I went and did it anyway. I should’ve listened to you, but I was too stubborn. I’m sorry, Sam.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” Sam said as he sat down beside her, “I was supposed to protect you and look what happened. Some body guard I turned out to be…”

“I guess we both have things to be sorry for,” Sookie said.

She felt a little better now, more focused. The edginess was still there and the creeping sensation of fear, but the terrible panic she had felt earlier was gone.

“So any ideas on how to get out of here?” Sam asked.

“I’m working on it,” Sookie replied.

That’s when she suddenly remembered the cell phone. She had tucked it into her pocket when they stopped for lunch. Of course! Eric himself might not be awake right now, but she could call one of the employees from Fangtasia and get them to spring her and Sam. Smiling at her ingenuity Sookie pulled out the phone and opened it up. She quickly dialed the bar’s phone number as Sam praised her for her bright idea.

But the phone wasn’t ringing. Instead Sookie was only greeted with dead air as she hit the send button. Confused, she looked at the screen and her heart sunk.

“Of course,” she muttered, “Should’ve realized there’s no service in an abandoned freezer.”

“What?” Sam asked and Sookie turned the phone around so he could see.

“No bars,” she said sadly, “I can’t call anyone.”

Sam groaned in frustration as he leaned back against the wall. They were back at square one. So much for new technology. Sookie shivered as she tucked the phone back into her pocket. She was starting to notice the cold now and she wished she had worn a jacket.

“What now?” Sam asked.

Sookie didn’t answer him. She was too busy thinking about Eric. She knew he could sense her emotions. She wondered if he could feel them in his sleep. If even in his deep vampire slumber he could tell how scared she was, how much she needed him.

“Rescue me,” Sookie thought, “Please Eric. Save me.”

She didn’t expect him to come bursting through the door, it was still daylight after all, but she hoped that maybe, just maybe he had heard her. And now he would get up and go to the kitchen and call someone at Fangtasia. “Go and rescue my beloved Sookie,” he would say and then a whole cavalry would show up and bust down the door and take Sookie and Sam away. Then she and Eric would make love and he’d tell her that he loved her and he never wanted to be away from her ever again.

“Sookie?”

Sam’s voice broke into her thoughts and she frowned. It was a nice little daydream, so what if it was never going to happen?

“I’m just trying to think of a plan,” she replied, teeth chattering.

“Any good ones?”

“Not yet.”

They sat in silence for a long while, their ragged breaths the only sound. Once, Sam tried pushing up on the door handle with a piece of one of the metal racks, but it made no difference. They were stuck. Sookie was starting to really feel cold now, her whole body shaking and shivering. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly, trying to keep in some warmth.

“S-sam, we gotta get out of h-here,” she said desperately, “I d-don’t know how much l-longer…”

“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Sam said gently as he rushed over to her, “Everything’s going to be okay. We’re gonna get out of this.”

“I’m so cold…” Sookie whispered.

Sam wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body. Shifters were known to run a bit hotter than humans and Sookie was grateful for the heat. She leaned back against Sam and sighed, her breath coming out like a long plume of smoke. She wondered how long it was until sunset, but she didn’t bother to look at her phone. She didn’t want to move away from the warm body pressed against her.

If only she could reach Eric somehow. If she could just get a message to him, like she did with Barry when she was stuck at the Fellowship… That’s when the idea struck her. A terrible, horrible idea, but one that might just work. No, she couldn’t do it. She wasn’t willing to make a deal with the devil, not even to save her life. Not when she didn’t know the price.

No, Eric would come for her. She just had to be patient. She just had to wait.

***

“Sookie!”

Her eyes snapped open at the sound and Sookie found herself painfully aware of the aching cold in her body. It felt like it was deep in her bones.

“Jesus Christ, Sook, don’t do that to me,” Sam said, panic in his voice, “I thought you were..”

“I j-just dozed off…”

She wondered how long she had been out, time seemed to have lost all meaning. She thought again about checking the clock on her cell phone, but couldn’t find the strength to move. She was so tired. She just wanted to sleep.

“You g-gotta stay awake,” Sam was saying.

It sounded like he was a million miles away. Her head felt so heavy. Her body felt like it was made of lead. Cold, icy lead, like she was frozen to the floor.

“S-sam, it’s t-too cold.”

She struggled to get the words out, her lips felt like they were stuck together. She could see the frost starting to form on her clothes, could feel the sear and burn of the frigid air on her skin.

“I c-could sh-shift,” Sam offered, “A dog. F-fur m-might keep you warm…”

“N-No,” Sookie replied, “S-save your energy. H-have a plan.”

Mercifully he didn’t ask her what it was. Even if she could manage to talk more, Sookie wasn’t sure she wanted to tell him. She dreaded what she was about to do it, but she knew she had no other choice. She and Sam would freeze to death before they were rescued. If the werewolf didn’t get them first.

Sookie took a deep, shuddering breath and concentrated hard. She had done this before, when she used her powers to contact Barry, a telepath who had been miles away. She knew she would be able to reach a human, but she had no idea if she could get through to a vampire. One who was probably dead asleep no less. Still, she had to give it a shot.

“Constantine,” Sookie thought, “Constantine, can you hear me? Please, I need help.”

There was no reply. Gathering up all her mental energy, Sookie tried again, casting the net wider this time. She didn’t know where he was staying after all.

“Constantine! If you can hear me, please help! We’re trapped in this freezer and we’re going to freeze to death soon! Please!”

Still nothing. Sookie began to doubt her abilities. Maybe there was just no getting through to a sleeping vampire. She could feel panic well up in her chest. No, she was not going to die in this disgusting place, she wouldn’t let that happen!

“Please! Wake up! I need your help! Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t let us die! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-”

You can stop that now. I’m here.

“Oh thank God,” Sookie thought, “I’m sorry to wake you up in the day time, but I really need your help.”

That’s alright. I don’t sleep like other vampires do.

“Please, can you help me?” Sookie pleaded, “Sam and I are trapped in a freezer in an abandoned warehouse in Shreveport and if we don’t get out soon we’re going to freeze to death. Can you call someone to get us out?”

Maybe. What was that you said again?

“Can you call someone to get us out?”

No, before. ‘I’ll do anything’. If I help you, what’s in it for me?

Sookie faltered, she didn’t know how to answer him. This was what she had been afraid of, the trade off. Her life for the unknown. The possibility was almost more frightening than freezing to death. Constantine seemed to sense her inner struggle and took the initiative.

I have a job that requires your assistance. If I save you from your untimely demise, a second time, I might add, then you have to agree to work for me.

“Just one job?” Sookie asked tentatively.

Just the one. So do we have a deal?

Sookie figured there was more he wasn’t telling her, but at the moment she was in no position to argue. She could feel the frost forming on her eyelids, the lashes heavy and stuck together.

“Alright,” she thought, “It’s a deal. Now, please send someone!”

She was about to give him directions, but he stopped her.

I can see it in your memory. I’ll tell them how to get there. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’m going to go back to my nap. I look forward to working with you.

She could almost see his smile, could feel his hand reaching out to stroke her face. She recoiled even though she knew there was nothing there and Sam gave a little noise of surprise as she bumped into him. The cold began to seep back into her skin slowly, burning, and Sookie realized now that she hadn’t felt it the whole time she had been conversing with Constantine. And she hated herself for wishing she could go back to that. Sam’s body just didn’t seem to cut it anymore. It didn’t matter though, they were going to be saved. They just had to hold on a little bit longer.

“S-so this p-plan…” Sam started, “G-gonna t-tell me?”

“Al-already d-done,” Sookie said, “J-just w-wait.”

The minutes seemed to go by agonizingly slow. Sookie tried to calculate the distance between Fangtasia and the warehouse, if that’s where their rescuers were coming from. She didn’t really know. Maybe Constantine would send over some entirely different people. Every second felt like an hour and Sookie found herself wondering if they were ever going to make it out.

“S-sam…” she chattered, “I-I w-wanted…to t-tell you…”

“D-don’t…” he said, “D-don’t try to t-talk. R-rest.”

Sookie closed her eyes tight, tears frozen to her face.

“I l-love you Sam,” she said, “Y-you’re my b-best friend.”

She could feel his heart beating in his chest, slow and steady. It was comforting resting against him, even if her bones ached with cold and she was sure they were going to die. She couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather have with her at the end.

“I l-love you t-too, S-Sook,” Sam breathed.

His body was no longer warm, all his shifter energy had been burned out trying to heat both Sookie and himself. Now he was just something else cold and frozen and stuck against her, like the floor or the wall. But she could still feel his heartbeat. She concentrated on that rhythm, held on to it with all her strength. She knew that once it stopped so would her own.

There was a sudden loud groaning noise and Sookie watched in amazement as the heavy metal door opened, revealing a small group of people standing outside. She hoped they were friendly. A twenty something year old girl stepped into the freezer and gasped when she looked down at Sookie and Sam.

“Oh my God,” she said, “Jake, come and help me. We gotta get them out now!”

The others filtered into the room, two guys and one other girl. The first girl gently pulled Sam’s arms away from Sookie, her warms hands melting the frost on his skin.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice calm and pleasant, “Constantine called us. We’re here to help you. My name’s Meg.”

Despite her reassurances Sookie could tell she was freaked out. She allowed herself a glimpse into the girl’s mind and could just make out her thoughts through all the noise and distortion.

Sweet Jesus, if we hadn’t gotten here in time they would’ve both been turned into a popsicle. And that poor shifter holding on to her and keeping her warm… If I’d known there was a shifter involved I woulda done it for free.

With a little bit of maneuvering they were finally able to get Sookie and Sam up off the floor and out of the freezer. One of the men, a skinny Asian guy with spiky hair and black framed glasses, put a blanket around Sookie’s shoulders as Meg checked on Sam.

“We came as soon as we could,” he said, “Normally we don’t work for vampires, but when he said there was a human in danger I felt obligated to help.”

that and he paid us a shit load of money

Sookie smiled at him, trying to ignore what she’d heard in his head. She was feeling a bit warmer now, but it was still a cool winter afternoon and she desperately wished she was back at home in bed with a nice cup of tea. Or maybe in Eric’s bed.

“We should get going,” Sam said, “They might come back. These guys are strong and I don’t know how many of them there are.”

“I think we should be able to handle them,” Meg said with a grin and that’s when Sookie saw it, inside her mind.

She was a shifter. All of them were. They didn’t change into the same animal and they didn’t belong to any kind of group like the were-panthers or Alcide’s pack. They were just a rag-tag bunch of shapeshifters who Constantine somehow knew. Things were getting weirder by the minute.

Suddenly the other girl, a short cute young thing with blonde hair and bright green eyes, ran out the door. There was a growl and a loud crash and then a scared looking teenager ran into the warehouse with a bulldog following close behind him. The two male shapeshifters grabbed the teen as the bulldog changed back into the blonde girl, a tattered piece of fabric held between her teeth.

She grinned at Sookie as she plucked the piece of the boys’ pant leg from her mouth, unashamed of her nakedness.

“Not very big for a guard,” she said, before wandering outside to collect her clothes.

Meg just laughed as Sookie stared at the group of shifters, wide-eyed. These people were nuts. Still, she was glad to be rescued by them, even if they were slightly kooky.

“Tell us what you were doing here,” Meg said as she grabbed the teenager by the front of his shirt, but he just whimpered and tried to squirm away from her.

“Maybe we should tear off his arms,” one of the male shifters piped up and Sookie didn’t like the predatory look he had in his eyes.

He was huge, probably over six feet tall, with wild bushy sideburns and hands that looked like they could tear you limb from limb.

“Settle down, Viktor,” Meg said, “There’s no need for that…yet.”

The other shifters grinned and Sookie didn’t need to read their minds to tell that they were hoping for some violence. But she wasn’t. And she knew that she didn’t need force to get information out of people.

“Wait,” Sookie called, “I can find out what you want to know. Just don’t hurt him.”

All eyes were focused on her and Sookie felt strangely uncomfortable under their gazes. She suddenly wished she hadn’t said anything at all. But the look of fear in the teen’s eyes was too hard to ignore. And the look of bloodlust in the others’.

“And how exactly are you going to get him to talk?” Meg asked.

“Just trust me,” was all Sookie said.

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Title: Dead, But Not Forgotten
Pairing: Sookie/Eric
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sookie and Sam head to Shreveport to do some investigating.
Author's Notes: AU, set after Dead to the World (spoilers).

Sookie awoke the next morning with the sun shining through her windows. She rolled over sleepily, her hand moving over the empty spot in the bed that Eric had occupied earlier. Eric. She had slept with Eric last night. The thought made her feel giddy and nervous and a whole bunch of other conflicting emotions swirling around inside of her.

She stretched out and sighed, comfortable in her warm bed despite her nakedness. She replayed the night over and over in her head. After having sex in the living room, they had moved on to the bedroom and much to Sookie’s surprise (and delight) they went for three more rounds. There was definitely something to be said about vampire stamina. She thought of Eric’s mouth against her thigh, remembered the feel of his fangs biting into her, tasting her blood, and shivered with the memory of it.

But it wasn’t the spectacular sex that made it a wonderful night. (Although she definitely appreciated it.) It was just being with Eric. In the past, Sookie had tried to dismiss it as just a simple attraction, but she couldn’t deny it any longer. There were feelings there. Exciting, scary feelings that made her heart flutter inside her chest every time Eric was near. She had tried so hard to resist it, her brain telling her that she should know better, but in the end the heart won out.

“I think I’m in love,” Sookie thought and she buried her face in her pillow, her cheeks burning hot.

The loud knocking at the front door brought Sookie out of her reverie. She groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the sound.

“Go away,” she thought tiredly, but the knocking grew louder and more insistent.

Sookie huffed, irritated, and got out of bed. She grabbed the long, fuzzy robe that was hanging on the back of her door and pulled it on. She looked down at the floor of her closet, wondering if Eric had slipped into the little hidey-hole beneath the boards, but her shoes were still neatly sitting on top of the secret door, right where she had left them.

Sookie’s heart sunk a little. She had liked the idea of Eric being so close to her during the day, right below her feet. He must have snuck off during the night, probably back to his place in Shreveport. Even if he didn’t fly, vampires could move incredibly fast, something she had witnessed firsthand last night. He probably felt safer on his own turf during daylight hours. Still, Sookie couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. And there was something else there too, a tiny seed of doubt, way in the back of her mind, but she pushed it away hurriedly before it had a chance to fully form.

Sookie cinched the robe tightly around her waist and walked out into the hallway just as she heard the door click open.

“Sookie? Are you home?” Jason’s voice called as he walked into the living room, then, “Oh my God… Sookie?! Are you alright?!”

“I’m fine, Jason,” she said as she joined her brother in her trashed living room, “I’m okay.”

He hugged her tightly, much to Sookie’s surprise. He seemed to be buzzing with energy.

“Thank God, you’re alright,” he said, “When I saw all that blood…”

“It’s not mine,” Sookie assured him as she broke away, “It’s from the girl I was with last night, the one who was attacked. Do you remember what happened?”

Jason scrunched up his face.

“Sort of. It’s kinda hazy, like I drank too much or somethin’. I remember being out in the woods. Calvin and I were tracking down a deer, and then I smelled another animal, something really wild, and went after it. And then…hey, you were there! I chased that big wolf away and you were there.”

“Jason, you saved my life,” Sookie said gratefully, “That wasn’t a wolf you chased away, it was a werewolf, and he would’ve killed me if you hadn’t shown up.”

Jason exhaled sharply.

“I didn’t know that,” he said, then smiled, “I guess your dumb brother finally did something right, huh?”

Sookie smacked him on the arm playfully as she grinned at him. She had to admit she was happy to see Jason. His sudden appearance had made her forget all about the strange new feelings inside her. Made her forget that little nagging thought at the back of her mind.

“Come on,” she said as she lead him into the kitchen, “I’ll make you breakfast and you can tell me all about last night.”

“It was amazing, Sook,” Jason replied, “Like nothin’ else…”

Jason told her all about the hunting party in the woods as Sookie fried up some bacon and eggs for him. He had been tracking deer with Calvin, the leader of the Hotshot were-panthers, before he had caught Malcolm’s scent and gone off on his own. As he munched on his breakfast, Sookie told her half of the story, about being chased by the werewolf and saving Marie. She left out the part where Eric spent the night, hoping Jason wouldn’t pry too much. But her brother didn’t seem too interested in vampires at the moment.

“So this guy was a bitten werewolf? Like me?” Jason asked between a mouthful of bacon.

“He was nothing like you,” Sookie answered, “He was so full of hate, so full of rage. And the whole time he’s preaching about Jesus. It was way weird.”

“Hmm. Maybe he’s a part of that Fellowship of the Sun. I mean you did say he was big on vampire hating. And all that Jesus stuff does sound kinda like them.”

Sookie thought about the other guys that had been sitting at the table with Malcolm that night. Could they have been members of the Fellowship of the Sun? It was possible. But then what was a werewolf doing with a church group who abhorred supernatural creatures? She wasn’t sure if Jason’s suggestion was the right lead to follow, but at the moment it was all she had.

“I think I’m going to go down to the library after breakfast,” Sookie said, “Maybe I can find something out about this Malcolm guy, see if he has any connection to the Fellowship.”

“Looks like I just cracked your case wide open,” Jason smirked and Sookie laughed.

“Shut-up and pass me the orange juice.”

***

Prominent Church Leader Kicked Out
The Shreveport chapter of the Fellowship of the Sun has left one of its flock out in the cold. Pastor Malcolm Silver, 36, was ex-communicated last week after a series of incidents, the latest involving police. The church has been keeping quiet on the exact reason for Silver’s departure and the police have followed suit, only issuing the following statement.
“At this period of the investigation we are not at liberty to discuss the allegations against Mr. Silver and he has not been charged with anything.”
The Fellowship of the Sun church is well known for its militant anti-vampire views. The Shreveport chapter just recently held a protest against vampire marriage, where many outspoken members voiced their opinions on the matter. However, when asked about Malcolm Silver’s involvement with the church and recent ex-communication, they remained uncharacteristically tight lipped.

“Whatcha reading?”

Sookie nearly jumped out of her chair at the voice next to her. She had been so engrossed in the article she had been reading online that she hadn’t even noticed Sam come up beside her.

“Sam, what are you doing here?”

“I went and stopped by your house and Jason told me what happened last night. He said you’d be here.”

He handed her a cup of coffee and Sookie took it gratefully.

“Yeah, I thought I’d use the computers to see if I could find anything out about this Malcolm guy, maybe figure out what he’s doing here in Bon Temps.”

“And did you find anything out?” Sam asked as he sat down on the edge of the table next to the computer.

“Oh, I found plenty,” Sookie replied, “According to some of these news articles he was a pastor with the Fellowship of the Sun, but was ex-communicated a few months ago. Now the articles didn’t give any details on why he was kicked out, but I did a little digging and I found a link to this blog that says that Malcolm was into doing these interventions for people who were associating with vampires and that some of his methods were a little too radical, even for the Fellowship. Apparently he had been getting more and more out of hand and then about a week before he was ex-communicated he just snapped and went berserk on a bunch of the church members. That’s why the police had to be called in.”

“Looks like you’re turning out to be quite the internet detective there,” Sam said, smiling.

“I think Malcolm was responsible for the fire at Fangtasia,” Sookie replied, “I think he’s still on a crusade against vampires, without the Fellowship of the Sun. Last night at the bar he was with a bunch of other guys, they’re probably his followers.”

“Like a cult or something?”

Sookie nodded. “Question is, do they know he’s a werewolf or not? If they don’t, they could all be in danger, especially if Malcolm is as unstable as everyone says he is.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there last night,” Sam said, “I would’ve been able to smell a werewolf in my bar, maybe I could’ve protected you.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” Sookie assured him, “And besides, Jason was there to protect me.”

“You’re pretty lucky the were-panthers were so close by.”

Lucky. Sookie didn’t think she was very lucky. Lucky would be not being attacked by a werewolf in the first place. Suddenly she felt angry. Who the hell was this Malcolm, coming in to her town and disrupting everything? What made him think he had any right to interfere with her life? She was resolved then to put an end to his cult’s practices. She had every confidence in her ability. After all, she had thwarted the Fellowship church in Dallas and that had a few hundred members and had been run by the infamous Steve Newlin. What was one pesky cult?

“I think I’m going to head over to Shreveport before work today,” Sookie told Sam, “See if I can find out anything more on Malcolm Silver.”

“Sookie, it’s dangerous. Remember what happened last time at a Fellowship church?” Sam reminded her, his face full of concern, “You can’t go there alone.”

“So are you offering to come with me then?” Sookie asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.

Sam looked like he was about to protest, then sighed in exasperation. As he looked over at Sookie he couldn’t help but smile back. It was hard to be annoyed with her.

“Alright, I’ll come with you. Maybe I can sniff something out and make sure you don’t get yourself kidnapped again.”

“Thanks Sam,” Sookie said, laughing, “You’re the best boss.”

“Oh you know I am,” Sam replied, “And by the way, I’m driving.”

***

It was probably the calmest drive to Shreveport that Sookie had ever experienced. All the other times she had driven up that highway had been full of tension. It was usually something to do with Fangtasia, something to do with Eric.

Sookie looked down at the dark red cell phone in her hand and flipped it open absently. No new messages. She closed the phone and cursed inwardly. Even now, when she was coming to Shreveport of her own free will, she couldn’t stop thinking about Eric.

She didn’t know what she had been hoping for. It was day time, Eric would be asleep, not leaving her messages. Still, his disappearance after last night without even so much as a post-it note was disconcerting. She wished the blood bond would go both ways. She wanted to know what he was thinking, how he was feeling. She wanted to know that what they did had actually happened, that it wasn’t just some wonderful dream.

“Who’s supposed to be calling you?” Sam asked and Sookie looked up, feeling guilty.

She hadn’t even realized that she had opened the phone again and quickly snapped it shut before stowing it away in her purse.

“No one,” she said, “Just playing around with my new phone.”

“It’s about you time you got one of those,” Sam joked, “Everyone should always keep a cell phone with them, in case of emergencies.”

“You don’t even have one,” Sookie pointed out.

“Yeah, well that’s because I don’t go anywhere. I live right next to the bar and I hardly ever leave Bon Temps. And besides, what’s a dog supposed to do with a cell phone anyway?”

Sookie laughed as she pictured Sam the collie running through the woods with a phone tucked into his collar.

“I guess you’re right,” she conceded.

She felt grateful for Sam coming along with her. Not just for the protection that the shifter offered, but for his company. He was a true friend, one that would stick by her no matter what crazy situations she got herself into. She liked Arlene well enough and she’d known Tara a long time, but they were what Sookie’s grandmother would’ve called “fair weather friends”. Arlene seemed to take too much without giving and Tara was often too wrapped up in her own drama to pay Sookie any mind. It just wasn’t the same.

After they stopped at the Sonic to grab some lunch (and argued over Sam paying for it) the two headed to the Fellowship of the Sun church. It was not quite as big and imposing as the one in Dallas had been, in fact it looked a little worse for wear. Still, Sookie felt a shiver run up her spine as Sam parked the truck in front of the building. She put her hand up to her cheek, remembering the hard crunch of the stone steps against her face as the Newlins had dragged her down into the basement.

“I don’t think you should come in,” Sam said, as he stared at the front door resolutely.

“That’s good, cause I don’t think I can go in,” Sookie replied, her voice wavering slightly.

She hadn’t even thought that she might feel this way when they set out that morning, she never imagined she’d be scared of such an innocent looking building, but the memories of her time in Dallas were too fresh. She was fine with the Fellowship when they were nothing more than printed words on a computer screen, but when faced with the real thing she felt an unfamiliar sense of panic welling up inside her. She wanted to be nowhere near that church.

She felt Sam’s reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“I won’t be gone long,” he said, “I’ll just go in and see if I can get anybody to talk about Malcolm. I’ll tell them I’m writing a story for Vampire Hating Church Monthly or something.”

Sookie smiled weakly at him, but her uneasiness remained.

“Be careful,” she said and Sam nodded as he hopped out of the truck, then made his way up to the front doors of the church.

Sookie watched him disappear inside, worry knotting her stomach. She took a sip of her milkshake, trying to calm her nerves. He’ll be fine, she told herself, Sam can take care of himself. Still, every minute that went by had her more concerned. It seemed like Sam had been in there forever, and though the building appeared calm on the outside Sookie envisioned all sorts of horrible scenarios happening on the inside.

She felt relieved when the heavy front doors of the church finally creaked opened, but it was short lived. It wasn’t Sam who exited, but a stocky young man, dressed in a polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He glanced over at Sookie as he made his way towards the parking lot and her heart jumped in her chest.

“He knows who I am,” she thought, “He knows what happened in Dallas. They’re probably torturing Sam right now! Oh why did I let him go in there?”

But seconds later the shifter emerged from the church and Sookie heaved a sigh of relief. He was not being tortured, he was fine. In fact he was even smiling.

“I caught a scent,” Sam said as he opened up the driver’s side door and climbed in, “That guy that just left, there’s a trace of werewolf on him. It’s faint, but it’s there. I bet he’s one of Malcolm’s followers.”

He waited a moment, watching the other car in his rearview mirror, before he started up his truck and followed the other man out of the parking lot. Sookie had been so relieved to see Sam that it took her a moment to realize that they actually had a solid lead here. If they could find out where Malcolm and his group were staying, she could tell the vampires where to go after sun down and they could find out once of for all if Malcolm had set the fire at Fangtasia.

Sam kept his distance from the man in front, not wanting to spook him as he followed the blue car through the streets of Shreveport into the industrial district. He and Sookie spoke little as they passed by the rows of warehouses, smoke stacks billowing out black clouds in the distance. Finally the car stopped in front of a ramshackle building at the end of a gravely road. Sam pulled up around the side of a different warehouse and parked the truck. He quickly jumped out and peered around the metal siding, watching his target with the stealth of a true hunter.

Sookie was still seated inside, not wanting the loud creak of the passenger side door to alert the man they were following. Sam waited a moment (Sookie thought he seemed to be sniffing at something) and then motioned for Sookie to get out. She joined him at the side of the building and peered around, but the man was gone.

“He went inside that building down there,” Sam whispered, “I bet that’s where their little cult holds its meetings. Seems appropriate enough.”

“Ugh, how can they stand the smell?” Sookie said, wrinkling her noise.

“So what are you gonna do now?” Sam asked, “Tell Eric and the others to come here?”

Sookie stared at the building at the end of the row. It was hard to tell what was going on inside. She wondered whether it was just as filthy as the outside, or if that was just a ruse. Maybe it was like Eric’s little suburban abode, non-descript on the outside, but beautiful on the inside. She suddenly realized that she didn’t even know if this was the right place. Maybe the man was just making a delivery, maybe this was where he worked. She’d hate to send Eric on a wild goose chase. No, she had to be sure.

“I’m going to take a closer look,” she told Sam, “I wanna make sure this is Malcolm’s hideout.”

“Sookie, no,” Sam protested, but she was already striding across the patchy grass, making her way towards the building with the little blue car parked in front.

Sam cursed under his breath, then took off after her. He had no choice but to follow. He knew once Sookie set her mind to something there was no persuading her otherwise. The pair crept towards the side of the building and Sookie looked up towards one of the grimy rust covered windows.

“I’m just gonna look inside and see if anyone’s in there,” she said.

“Are you crazy? Sookie, we need to go back, now.”

But it was no use, she had that Stackhouse determination and she would not be swayed. Sookie grabbed a crate from a pile of junk and pulled it up under the window, careful not to make any noise. Sam fidgeted nervously behind her, his nerves crackling. He didn’t like this. He wished very much that they were both back at the truck and driving away from the shambling building. Let the vampires deal with this psycho.

Sookie stood on her tiptoes and peered into the window. It was hard to see anything through all the dirt, but she finally managed to find a small clear spot on the rusty pane.

“I don’t see anyone inside,” she whispered.

Sam didn’t answer. Sookie suddenly felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She opened up her mind to any thoughts around her and only had a split second of warning before a pair of hands grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down from the crate.

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six years later...

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 00:23:31 GMT

Last night I went to see Kings of Leon with my sister at GM Place. It was an absolutely amazing show! They have been my favorite band since I first heard their debut album and I'm so glad that I finally got to see them in concert again after all these long years.

It was the summer of 2003 when I got a copy of NME to read on my family's roadtrip to Calgary. I was pretty bored stuck in the car all day long so I read that magazine from cover to cover. It just so happened that Kings of Leon were the front page story. So after reading all about the Followill boys I decided to check out their music when I got home from my vacation. And the rest is history!

The concert was so so good. We had seats up in the balcony, but it worked out for the best because they were right in front of the stage and we were in the second row. Plus, there were big screens so I could still see Caleb, even if I did forget to bring my glasses.

Songs played: (not in order)

Red Morning Light
Molly's Chambers
Slow Night, So Long
Taper Jean Girl
Milk
The Bucket
Four Kicks
Knocked Up
Charmer
On Call
Black Thumbnail
My Party
True Love Way
Fans
Closer
Sex on Fire
Use Somebody
Manhattan
Revelry
Notion
Be Somebody
Cold Desert

They opened with "Closer" and ended the night with "Manhattan", which is one of my favorite songs from the latest album. There was one song during the encore that I'd never heard before, so I'm wondering if maybe it was new. (Or it could have been from the third album, there's a couple on there that I never listen to)

I danced the whole night and sang along, even if I didn't always understand what Caleb was saying. When they played "Sex on Fire" the entire place was singing, it was amazing. "Use Somebody" was another crowd favorite.

I was a little disappointed that there was no "Holy Roller Novocaine" or my favorite song, "Arizona", but the rest of the show was too spectacular for me to dwell on what I missed. All in all, it was a great night!

Caleb told about how when he was younger he picked up a guitar and started playing and thought how cool it would be if he could do that for a living every night.

Then he said "Thank you for making a boy from Tennessee's dream come true".

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 08:11:29 GMT

Title: Dead, But Not Forgotten
Pairing: Sookie/Eric
Rating: R
Summary: Sookie tries to help Marie and gets much closer to Eric than she expected.
Author's Notes: AU, set after Dead to the World (spoilers). Sorry for the wait! Also, I haven't had much practice writing het, so I apologize in advance if it sucks.

Eric was standing in the driveway when Sookie pulled up, but if he was worried about her he didn’t show it. He hardly moved at all as she stepped out of the car, frantic and disheveled, but she did notice that his eyes flicked towards the blood stains on her clothes.

“Are you alright?” he asked, face indifferent.

“I’m fine,” she said, “But Marie’s hurt real bad.”

“Marie? Constantine’s pet?”

Eric craned his neck to look in the car, but made no effort to actually help. Sookie was starting to feel annoyed by his lack of urgency. She had a girl that was dying in her backseat after all!

“We were attacked by a werewolf,” she explained as she opened the car door, “He slashed her all over.”

“How tragic,” Eric replied flatly.

Sookie put her arms under Marie’s body, but her earlier rush of adrenaline had faded and she found that now she couldn’t actually lift the girl. Marie had been drifting in and out of consciousness on the ride back and now seemed to be fully out. Sookie pulled at her body, but it was useless. She couldn’t very well drag her back to the house.

“You know, I could use a little help here,” she said angrily.

Eric made an annoyed noise as he leaned over and gently pushed Sookie out of the way. He reached into the car and picked up Marie, pulling her out in one fluid motion. Sookie could see his fangs extend as he got closer to all that blood.

“Alright, where do you want her?” he asked, like she was a piece of furniture he was helping move.

“Bring her inside,” Sookie said, “Put her on the couch in the living room.”

Eric walked up the front steps and waited on the porch as Sookie fumbled for her keys. She quickly opened up the front door and walked inside, but Eric didn’t follow.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Eric looked away from her. “You have to invite me in,” he said, “You rescinded my invitation.”

“Of course, right. Eric, please come in.”

And he stepped over the threshold, carrying his bloody parcel inside. He followed Sookie into the living room where he laid Marie out on the couch. Sookie stood back and just stared, her hands pressed against her mouth.

“Is she still alive?” she finally asked.

“Yes,” Eric replied, licking a spot of blood from his hand, “Barely.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Sookie said, her voice breaking, “I can’t take her to the hospital, they wouldn’t know how to treat her. Maybe…maybe Dr. Ludwig could help. We could call her…”

“It’s too late,” Eric said, “By the time the doctor gets here, she’ll be dead.”

Sookie could feel herself starting to panic. She did not want to have a young girl dying on her living room couch. But what else could she do? It’s not like she could give Marie a transfusion. Well, maybe she couldn’t, but she knew someone who could.

“Give her your blood,” Sookie said and Eric raised an eyebrow.

“No,” he replied, “I don’t share my blood with just anyone.”

Guess she must be special then. She’d probably feel a little happier about that if her couch wasn’t currently being soaked through.

“Eric,” she pleaded, “She’s dying.”

“People die every day.”

“But you can prevent this,” Sookie argued, “Just give her some of your blood. Eric, please.”

“She is not my problem. I’m not here to look after Constantine’s little playthings.”

“Well if she dies,” Sookie said, “Who do you think he’s going to want to replace her?”

That seemed to get through to Eric; Sookie could see the sudden change in his demeanor. He might not care about Marie, but if he cared about Sookie at all he would save the girl.

“Fine,” Eric said with a sigh, “But I’m only giving her enough to stay alive, not enough to heal her.”

He sat down on the couch and pulled Marie’s head onto his lap. She stirred, her one good eye opening slowly, and she moaned when she saw Eric looming over her.

“No…” she croaked.

She moved feebly, trying to get away. Sookie figured she would enjoy this even less than Eric.

“Shut-up,” Eric said, “I’m here to save your life.”

“No,” she said more insistently, “Not you…”

Eric ignored her protests as he bit into his own wrist, slicing roughly through the flesh. Blood bubbled up from the wound and dripped down his arm. Marie flinched as tiny red droplets fell onto her face.

“Drink,” Eric commanded.

“No…” Marie whispered, terrified.

“Drink or you’ll die.”

Eric brought his wrist down towards her mouth, but before he could force Marie to drink he found himself being hurtled through the air, straight into the living room wall. The picture frames clattered to the floor as Sookie rushed over to him.

“He took her, didn’t he?” Eric asked as he picked himself up off the floor.

Sookie just looked at him, confused. She had no idea what had just happened. One minute Eric was sitting down, the next minute he was on the floor and there was a big dent in her wall. The vampire gestured to the empty couch and finally Sookie understood.

It was Constantine who had thrown Eric across the room. He had been so fast that Sookie hadn’t even seen him do it. Hell, she wasn’t sure if Eric had even seen him do it. He must have picked Marie up right after and taken her away. Sookie hoped that he was giving her some of his blood at the moment. The poor girl had been very close to death.

“Guess he didn’t like you giving her some of your blood,” Sookie stated.

“Yes, remind me not to listen to any more of your ideas,” Eric replied as he straightened.

“Sorry,” Sookie said quietly, but Eric didn’t seem mad.

“What happened to you two?” he asked, “You said something about a werewolf.”

Sookie exhaled sharply. It had been one crazy night. She told Eric about the guys who has been hanging around the bar and about Malcolm, the crazy half-evangelist, half-werewolf who had attacked them. She left out the part about Jason saving her. She didn’t want Eric to have any more leverage over her than he already had and besides, it wasn’t her place to tell Jason’s secret.

She left out what she had seen in Marie’s head as well, although she was curious about it. The rest of the evening had been so terrifying she had almost forgotten about the horrible images she had seen inside the girl’s mind. She wondered how anyone could do that to someone they love. Just lock them away in some institution and leave them there to rot. No wonder Marie stuck by Constantine. She viewed him as her savior, her protector. He’d freed her from prison and brought her out into the world. It would have almost been romantic given different circumstances.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Eric said, shaking Sookie from her daydreaming, “There’s too many different elements. It just doesn’t add up.”

“Do you think this Malcolm had anything to do with the fire at Fangtasia?” Sookie asked and Eric frowned.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, “I suppose it’s worth checking into. At the moment I can’t see anything linking them together. Well, except you.”

Sookie thought about this for a moment. Eric was right, the only thing the two strange events had in common was her. Had she been the target all along?

“Wait a minute, Marie was there both times too,” Sookie argued, “Maybe someone’s after her.”

“I don’t think Constantine has too many enemies,” Eric countered, “He’s too powerful. And if anyone was after Marie, I think he would know.”

Right, of course. Obviously the telepathic vampire would be aware of any plots to harm his companion. So that just left Sookie, once again right in the middle of trouble. She groaned in frustration.

“I hate this. I hate that I’m always the one in danger. I hate that there’s always a killer after me or I’m getting beaten up or fighting with witches or whatever. I’m tired of it!”

She hated sounding so whiny, but she couldn’t help it. All of her emotions just came bubbling up to the surface. Eric seemed amused at her outburst.

“You lead a very interesting life,” he said, “I’m sure there are some who would envy it. Those who enjoy a little adventure…”

“Yeah, well I’m sick of adventure. I want quiet. I want normal.”

“You want to be just a waitress in some backwater town, with no more pressing matters than what to make for dinner?”

“I want to be safe,” Sookie said quietly and she jumped as Eric moved towards her.

“Is that all you want?” he asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face, “I could keep you safe, you know.”

Sookie laughed, a bitter hollow sound.

“You, keep me safe? Eric, you’re one of the things I’m afraid of.”

“Why? Because I’m a big, scary vampire?”

His face was so close to hers and once again Sookie felt her heart fluttering in her chest, her pulse racing. After all the horror and bloodshed of the night all she wanted to do was fall into his arms. It was too tempting and she had to fight to keep herself thinking clearly. Eric was not her one true love. He was a cold, calculating bastard who would say anything to get what he wanted. She had to remember that.

“Because you have power over me,” Sookie replied, staring him down, “And you keep trying to get more. You just want to know what happened that night at my house, am I right?”

Eric drew back his hand, his eyes clouding over.

“You think that’s all I want from you?” he asked.

“No. I know how you feel about me. But I also know that it’s just eating you up inside that I know something and you don’t. And I think that’s more important to you.”

“You know nothing about how I feel,” Eric replied and before she could react he leaned down and kissed her.

Sookie was caught by surprise; she hadn’t expected him to be so bold. No, she had thought they would play this little cat and mouse game for awhile longer, dancing around their true feelings. But Eric had made the first move and now it was up to Sookie to counter.

His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, pressing her body against his. Sookie wanted so desperately to give in, but still her mind told her to wait, told her to stop. It wasn’t right, she was just diving into the lake without looking out for the rocks below.

“Eric..” she breathed as she broke away, but he cut off her protests.

“I don’t care about what happened that night,” he said, “I want you. And I know that you want me too.”

He smiled and Sookie could see that his fangs had extended. There was a lot of blood still in the room after all.

She could feel her resolve crumbling. Her reasons for holding out seemed so shaky now. She wondered why she even cared about withholding the information as Eric’s hands ran up her back, his mouth against her neck. Something about being a strong willed female?

Screw it, she was tired of playing hard to get.

“I want you,” she said and she caught his mouth with hers, her hands running through all that long, blonde hair.

This was familiar territory, she had done this before, when Eric had been lost inside his own mind. But it was different now. The way he moved, even his kisses, there was something new and exciting about everything that seemed to energize Sookie. She pushed against him more urgently, tugging at his shirt.

“Should we do it here?” Eric asked, discarding his black t-shirt, “Or maybe in your bedroom?”

“It’s too bloody out here,” Sookie argued, breathless.

“I don’t think I can wait,” Eric replied and suddenly Sookie found herself pinned against the wall, a familiar stiffness pressing against her, “And I happen to like the blood.”

His fangs grazed her neck and Sookie gasped. And as his hand slipped under the waistband of her black pants she realized that she didn’t care if they were in the living room. She had to have him now.

She quickly shimmied out of her pants and removed her panties just as fast. She was dimly aware that the shades hadn’t been drawn and anyone who walked by could probably see them, but she lived so far out in the middle of nowhere that she doubted it really mattered that much. Besides, she had more pressing matters to think about. Like unbuckling Eric’s belt and getting him out of his pants.

But the vampire had already taken care of that and in an instant he was inside of her, holding her up against the wall, crushing her mouth under his as he thrust against her. It was better than the other times she had been with him, more intense. His presence was overbearing, he was all around her. Eric seemed to consume her.

Sookie didn’t have much experience with this kind of stuff, she had only ever been with one other man. But she had never felt this way with Bill. She briefly wondered if she was in love, but then she couldn’t seem to concentrate anymore, not with Eric moving that way inside her.

And then she was calling out his name, writhing and moaning against him and any coherent thoughts in her head seemed to just disappear. If she hadn’t been so caught up in her pleasure she might have noticed the dark figure standing outside, watching the two of them.

But all she could see was Eric.

Tue, 07 Jul 2009 19:17:35 GMT

I am currently baking a pecan pumpkin pie. Why? Just for the hell of it. I figured I should graduate from cookies to pies. I didn't make the crust though, that will be my next step. But I did make the filling myself, it wasn't a premade one. Now we'll just have to see how it tastes.

Also, I have weight news! I decided to measure myself again and I really can't believe the numbers. I think they're lying.

Old Measurements, from December: (181 lbs)
Bust - 42
Waist - 35
Hips - 42
Stomach at the largest point - 39 1/2

Today's Measurements: (152 lbs)
Bust - 39
Waist - 30
Hips - 36 1/2
Stoamch at the largest point - 35 1/2

I can't believe I've lost that much, but the tape measure (and my old clothes) don't lie. The other day I noticed that I could take off my old jeans without undoing them. And my board shorts (that I pretty much lived in when I was in Texas) don't even stay on my body anymore.

So now I've just got to work on my upper arms and back, which is still a bit chunky. But on the plus side, I no longer have side rolls if I scrunch up my body, so yay! :D

I'm sad because we were supposed to be playing baseball tonight, but it's rainy. I've been asking nature to bring out the sun by this afternoon, but I don't think it'll happen. And it was our last game before the tournament too! Boo-urns!

But aside from that minor upset I have to say that I am quite enjoying myself these days. I remember last year when I used to just sit on my computer for hours on end on my days off and do nothing else. Now when I have time to myself I exercise and read and cook and work on my novel and go for walks (if it's nice out).

On Sunday me and my dad went out on our little boat and just puttered around. He says he's going to sell it soon because he never uses it anymore and I realized that I hadn't been on it in over four years so I wanted one last jaunt. It was very pretty on the water, even if it was a bit chilly.

So that's real life for ya. I may be friendless and husbandless, but at least I'm in shape and enjoying reading and cooking and making a little bit of money too. I'm just laying the foundation for future wedded bliss. Learnin' the skills and workin' on the bod. It won't be long till I snag someone. ;)

Books and things

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 04:10:43 GMT

5264 pages

Summer Reading List - July 1 to August 31

The Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel
The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
The Romanov Bride by Robert Alexander
Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier
Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman
Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
A Little Love Song by Michelle Magorian
Stardust by Neil Gaiman
The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling
Girl Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
Articles of War by Nick Arvin
World War Z by Max Brooks
The Valley of Horses by Jean M. Auel
The Hidden Diary of Marie Antoinette by Carolly Erickson
White Jade Tiger by Julie Lawson

I plan on reading as many books as I can this summer and recording them here, just like the program my local library used to have when I was a kid. And I encourage others to do the same!

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:41:43 GMT

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Mon, 29 Jun 2009 06:17:02 GMT

- OMG I love Jessica and Hoyt so much! They were absolutely adorable together, I loved the awkward first date moments. I think they may have replaced Arlene and Terry as my new OTP. I really love Jessica and I'm glad they added her to the cast.

- I was hoping for the "Let's all lick Sookie's back" scenario to happen like in the book, but sadly we just got screaming and horrible pain instead. I wanted Sookie to sit in Eric's lap! Although the little fight between them with the bitchslap was pretty good. Eric looked especially hot tonight.

- I'm scared for Lafayette, I keep feeling like his days are numbered. It was so sad too when he went home and just curled up under that blanket. I want to give him a hug!

- I'm glad that Jason and Tara aren't being completely sucked into their respective crazy cults and are actually questioning things. I was so worried that Jason was just going to blindly follow the Newlins and have the audience groaning in frustration, but it seems that his storyline is taking a different route. Is he falling for Sarah now?

- I still love Mary-ann. I know she's evil and up to no good, but I just can't help but like her.

- Pam sassing Eric was awesome. I love the relationship those two have. And they're so cute when they speak Swedish to each other.

- What the hell was up with Daphne at the end? Was she poisoned by Mary-ann and is about to try and kill Sam? I felt something was up with the confident, flirty way she was talking. The real Daphne seems too shy and nervous to ever go up to Sam like that. I guess we'll just have to wait until next week.

- Speaking of which, what about Hoyt and Jessica? What will Bill do? Is he mad because he thought Jessica was feeding or is he suddenly going to become all over-protective dad and kick Hoyt's ass for macking on his teenage "daughter"? I hate when they leave us hanging!

Arrrrg, a week is too long!

Time for a RL update

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 06:32:00 GMT

I'm currently reading a book called The Rainbow Chasers that I highly recommend to everyone. It's about three brothers who go from Washington to Alberta to BC with their dad to build the perfect homestead. It's like Little House on the Prairie for grown-ups. :)

And my birthday book came in the mail! I decided to get a book about the 3rd Battalion of the 101st Airbone, called Tonight We Die As Men. I've just started it, so hopefully it'll last me until my other books arrive.

I've been going crazy getting books from Amazon. So far I've ordered: Little Women, Island of the Blue Dolphins (loved it as a kid), Instructions for American Servicemen in Britain 1942, Cold Mountain, Articles of War and A Little Love Song. All for only $40! (Most were used and cost only a penny, plus shipping and handling)

I'm all set for a summer of reading!

In weight loss news, I'm only 13 lbs away from my goal. I'm 153 lbs right now and my new work pants (that I bought in May) are already getting too big for me. I can't wait to buy all new clothes! :D

And I'm well on my way to becoming housewife material. The other day I cooked dinner for my family, a real dinner. I have pictures and everything! I made these sliced baked potatoes with cheese and herbs and I cooked up some ground beef in a frying pan (my first time cooking raw meat) and added some cooked peas. And the other day I made sugar cookies in the shape of hippos.

So now I've got cooking, cleaning, laundry, childcare and I'm getting in shape, the only thing left is sewing. I told my mom that one of these days she has to teach me how to sew clothes and dolls and such.

Then I just need to learn how to milk cows and ride horses and I'll be ready to live on my dream farm with my hard working blue collar husband. Yes, chopping wood, feeding chickens, darning socks, making a nice home cooked meal for my man. These things make me all excited. I would seriously be the bestest little Susie Homemaker ever. Because I love to make the people I like happy. I love to do stuff for them.

I keep saying that it's too bad I didn't grow up in olden times where my parents could just marry me off to some acceptable suitor. Now I'm supposed to be all independant and live on my own and work and if I don't want a career I'm apparently defective.

I think I need a time machine.

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 07:30:02 GMT

Okay flist I need your help!

I need you to recommend some good books to me that have an old fashioned love story where the guy is all manly and awesome and the girl is swoony and lovestruck. But not a romance novel! I mean an actual book with a plot, that also happens to have a love story.

Or if anyone just has a great book recommendation in general let me know.

I've been buying cheapo books off Amazon for like $6.00, but so far none of them have met this criteria. :(

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 06:30:31 GMT

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Mon, 22 Jun 2009 05:21:17 GMT

- Did they do something different to Stephen Moyer's hair? He looks a lot better than he did last season.

- Speaking of hair, Eric with long bloody locks is quite hot. I loved his interaction with Lafayette, it was so strange and almost cute.

- Ginger! Glad to see her back.

- I'm finding myself liking Maryann for some odd reason, she's quirky and fun. (Although I know there's a deep dark secret lurking underneath the exterior) And the shot of her talking to Dog!Sam was priceless.

- Am I the only one getting major gay vibes from Jason's church camp rival? I mean I can't blame him, Jason does have a really nice body.

- I think Arlene and Terry are my new OTP. :D

- So is Lafayette dead now? A vampire? It would be so awesome if he stayed on the show as a vampire. He's one of my favorite characters.