Chapter 5: Suicidal

Nuclear Winter

Chapter 5

Suicidal

**

I still couldn’t read the journal.

After trying for several hours, I still found that as soon as I reached the end of one version’s entries I couldn’t recall anything more than what Pam had contributed or been part of in some way. But most of that was jeering about various Eric’s infatuations with their Sookies and pridefully beaming about being an ‘Auntie’.

It was as maddening as it was embarrassing. I didn’t have a problem retaining the information the other Sookie had given. I didn’t ‘data dump’ anything My Sookie said

Since I hadn’t found enjoyment in reading of any kind in years, I was beginning to see a connection. I hadn’t read anything for leisure since shortly after I lost Pam… I was just a few pages into a novel when I remembered the way she used to interrupt to tease me for being boring. I had my books crated and hadn’t lifted a novel since then.

I managed to come to the conclusion that I should call Sookie… It wasn’t as though I would mention it to anyone else even if I could.

She sleepily joked that I wanted her to read them to me as ‘bedtime stories’… but, surprisingly, she wasn’t mocking me. She was offering to read them if that’s what it would take because she felt it was important that I knew the information.

Long before I died she sent an email. In spite of her plans to drive to Amsterdam in just a few hours, Sookie sacrificed resting in order to edit the journal and send it to me. Every mention of Pam had been deleted.

As I read, I caught myself noticing passages where Pam had once been mentioned… and still forgot the rest.

It was useless and I hated replying to Sookie’s hopeful email to explain her efforts had been wasted.

Not only was I beginning to think Sookie had been right when she suggested I was a ‘lost cause’, but I felt slightly guilty that she’d wasted time to help me.

I could have blamed Miles for distracting me by singing Dur Dur D’etre Bebe in the kitchen because Saskia refused to make cookies for him. I couldn’t decide if he thought it was amusing or if he was using it as a method of torture. The only break he took from his ‘serenade’ was to argue that Nestle was an inferior chocolate and Saskia should be embarrassed to make cookies for guests with it. She should use the Nestle bits she’d bought for his cookies and buy Cadbury bits for when the children returned.

…But once the chocolate cookie debate ended (and only because Saskia gave Miles the bag of bits so he’d leave her alone) I tried reading again.

Reading WAS a lost cause, but by the time I was done with another attempt, Sookie called and promised to think of something by the time she returned to Eijsden.

She was proud of me for trying.

Her only suggestion for the interim was that perhaps my survival instincts would help… there could be something in the journal that could save my life. But knowing that Sookie was clever and perceptive, she would have noticed while she read it.

And after spending another hour wallowing in futility, I was past being annoyed and embarrassed.

I died for the day infuriated.

**

As I came back to myself that night, I heard Miles and Bastiaan arguing about football, so that much was normal…

But the breathing and heartbeat next to me weren’t.

I was still waiting for my senses to return to me when ‘it’ moved to put its arm across my chest and rest its head on my shoulder. It wasn’t until I heard a whimper that I could identify my guest as Sookie.

She cooed, “Hello there,” and pulled her leg up to wrap it around mine.

I struggled, waiting for control to come back… I usually only had to wait for a few minutes and I couldn’t decide if there was some sort of delay or if it just felt like longer. It wasn’t as though I was used to rising next to anyone, let alone cuddling with Sookie.

She stretched up to give me a kiss and giggled, “Annoying, I know… they’ve been going at it for a while because football came up at lunch. The kids wanted to play, but the rain interfered. Too warm to snow, too bitter to play… we’ve been keeping ourselves busy though. Spent most of the day in the kitchen.”

The forecast was why they didn’t drive to Amsterdam?

I opened my mouth to ask, but I was distracted by another question…

“Do I taste… is that… honey?” Yes, Sookie was in my fucking bed… I asked about honey.

Before I could finish asking why she was in my bed, or back at the castle in spite of her plans, or any of the other questions trying to rush out of my mouth simultaneously, she kissed me again.

Again.

As though the two kisses were anything alike.

The first one had been a simple peck. Plain. Casual. Like the way I’d seen her kiss her young fan last night… It was uninvited, but it was unremarkable other than the taste she’d left behind.

The second kiss was anything but unremarkable… There was a split second when I considered pulling away from her, but it was too easy to let myself enjoy the taste she had to offer. It had been centuries since anyone’s mouth could be considered better than ‘barely tolerable’. Something about the way the taste left behind by food festered in their mouths made blow jobs and feeding from their wrists a winning combination… the runner up would be fucking them and feeding from their ankle as long as they’d bathed recently.

But Sookie…

Sweet and warm, nibbling my lip as she backed away just enough to breathe, “I wanted to surprise you,” before coming back…

Twisting her fingers into my hair and rubbing her body against me…

I didn’t even care how she tasted like honey, I was too preoccupied enjoying it…

Completely unfazed when my fangs dropped…

I never said she was unattractive, just impossible and if she thought ‘breakfast in bed’ was going to improve my focus, I couldn’t think of a reason to stop her…

But that might have had something to do with the way her tiny leg was rubbing against my cock.

I rolled towards her as she pulled away for air, sampling her skin along her jaw… discovering her skin tasted impossibly sweet under her coconut and rose oil…

She breathed, “Go ahead,” just as her pulse point throbbed against my tongue.

She said she wouldn’t feed me, so I had to wonder what changed her mind until she lifted her chin and used my hair to tug me closer as an invitation…

Sookie didn’t as much as flinch when I bit… taking a quick breath, exhaling slowly while I dragged from the wound…

Taking the puncture better than any donor…

But once the taste of her blood hit me, I was lost.

Somehow she’d eaten enough honey for her blood to taste like it. Not tainted. There wasn’t anything unnatural about the flavor…

A perfect combination… the sweetness wasn’t overpowering the taste of her blood.

I only regretted having to pull away, but I’d definitely decided to let her use her blood as a bargaining chip. I could be convinced to comply from time to time in exchange for feedings.

“Brilliant maneuver.”

She smiled. “I’m glad you like it. I almost turned Saskia down when she offered me a cup of tea.”

“How do you plan to manipulate me then?”

“Manip-” Her eyes widened and she began pushing against my shoulders. “No. Oh God… Noooooo… Let me up. Let me up…”

“It’s a little late for that…”

“I’m going to be sick. I can’t believe… I’m going to be sick…”

That was all I needed to hear before I rolled off of her.

She dashed from the bed, stumbling over my jeans and bashing her head against the doorframe on her way into the bathroom…

The door slammed just in time to muffle the sounds of vomiting.

How flattering.

**

Sookie was still heaving and retching, sobbing and sniffling, when there was a pounding on the door to my chambers.

Miles shouted, “Oy! Majesty! Hate to interrupt, but do you remember Sookie’s tattoo?” Of all them times for him to be eccentric.

“Her tattoo?” I’d seen a small marijuana leaf tattooed on her hip for a moment while she was showering, but what the fuck did that have to do with anything?

“Yes Majesty. She said it was code when I spoke to her just now. You should know what it means.”

“You spoke to her ‘just now’?”

“Yes Majesty. Just now. Disconnected less than two minutes ago, I did. She said it would bring your attention to something. Is there something I need to know? Was she warning you about a threat?”

Fuck. Just now. My Sookie called just now. My Sookie called just now, which means I just fed from another Sookie.

Fuck.

“Dismiss the staff for the rest of the shift. Everyone can resume their scheduled watches at Midnight. Find my phone and bring it to me before you leave.”

**

For the next twenty minutes, I waited for Miles to return with my phone so I could call My Sookie and let her know there was an extra Eric on the loose.

Not that it fucking mattered. Without any hints as to where honey-flavored Sookie was meant to be or where she came from, her version of Me wasn’t likely to trip over My Sookie.

She knew who I was and was willing to feed ‘Me’, so I was trapped in an absurd debate as to why she’d be overreacting to a mis-delivered donation during a skip.

I couldn’t help but wonder how protective another Me would be over His Sookie, especially when she tasted like that… If He tried to kill me for feeding from Her, would that be considered a suicide attempt?

When Miles finally returned to remind me I’d broken my phone, explaining that he’d found it ‘in crumbles’ on the floor of my office, I gave up trying to put the puzzle together on my own and tried to get some answers…

Anything. I was confusing myself to the point I might have had a headache.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, Sookie scurried into the shower like a cockroach and cowered in the corner with her face buried against her knees.

“I thought you were my Sookie. Where should your Eric be?”

Other than continuing to act as though I was going to kill her, she didn’t respond.

“I can only assume My Sookie is aware of the skip given that she called Miles to try to warn me. It’s possible Your Eric rose in Amsterdam with her.” It was the only explanation I could think of. How else would he have found her there?

I wasn’t even sure if she was aware that I was speaking to her… but stepping closer to get her attention definitely caused a reaction.

She began to pant and gasp for air. Sputtering through the blood flowing from her nose and eyebrow… She’d bashed her head against the door frame hard enough to break her nose and put a deep gash in her forehead.

Stone walls.

There was blood smeared everywhere between the toilet and the corner she was hiding in, all over her hands and face… her hair…

“I’m not going to harm you. I wasn’t coherent yet. I thought you were My Sookie. My first experience with skipping didn’t include rising together. Where should you be?”

She offered nothing by way of explanation as to which Sookie she was or why she was terrified and while I waited, hoping she’d calm down enough to speak, her eyelids began to flutter.

She’d worked herself into such a state that she collapsed, slumping against the marble wall.

Lovely.

Since I sent the staff away from the property, there wasn’t anyone for me to send to my office for my laptop. I was trapped in my room with an unconscious lunatic without any way to contact My Sookie to hear any form of update.

Amsterdam was two hours away with several areas without cell signal for her to drive through, even if she were willing to accompany another Me… All I could really do is wait until the sun set so I could email her and hope her phone was connected to her account.

I paced my room, listening to honey-flavored Sookie’s breathing settle to a more normal rate…

Hoping that once she regained consciousness, she’d be calmer…

Biding my time until sunset so I could leave the room…

**

I found myself staring at the heap in the corner of my shower from the doorway…

If I’d seen her first, I’d have known she wasn’t My Sookie…

Every bit of her was too thin… emaciated as though she’d been starved.

Having seen My Sookie nude, I could say without question she was shapely… but that Sookie didn’t have curves. She had sinew. Knobby knees and hands, pale skin… her hair was even ashen as though she’d been deprived of sunlight for months.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

I squatted next to her, pushing some of her hair out of the gash on her face. “Sookie?”

She didn’t react at all as I repeated her name, nudging her…

Curiosity made me wonder about her tattoo… If she’d have pot leaf like My Sookie, possibly the peacock the first Sookie used to cover it…

Pushing her little black slip out of my way, then her panties…

Nothing…

No cannabis. No flamboyant cover-up. No ghostly outline left behind by a tattoo removal…

No stretch marks, not that My Sookie had any to speak off. No scars…

So… no children, no car accident, no tattoo… the tattoo happened while the Sookies were still in high school…

There was no way too know how differently honey-flavored Sookie’s life had been for nearly a decade.

Fuck… Yes, there was… All I needed to do was read the fucking journal.

I explained, “I’m going upstairs to find my laptop so I can try to contact My Sookie. I won’t be gone but a minute…” As soon as I spoke I second guessed myself. Hearing that I’d be back probably wouldn’t be as comforting as waking alone…

As I left, sure she’d still be unconscious while I was gone, my imagination ran riot with reasons for Sookie to be so unhealthy.

If she was childless, she might be thinner. It was possible Sookie was naturally slender and motherhood had filled out her curves. Then again, the first Sookie I met had three children and was nothing if not athletic…

I was at a loss as I climbed the stairs… and then it hit me.

Not a theory regarding Sookie’s state.

The door…

And everything went black.

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53 thoughts on “Chapter 5: Suicidal

  1. Uh oh! WTF just happened to Eric? Who was it and what are their intentions? I’m going to go nuts waiting for this update!

  2. GAH!!!! Crap. Well, at least we know EP Sookie is okay…for now…sort of. Glad to have the blood everywhere thing sorted out.

    But who the heck hit Eric with a door? Can’t be the other Eric and/or Sookie since if he was just able to go upstairs, they are just now able to leave! I’m thinking that assassin or danger NW Sookie warned him about. Biting my nails until the next update!!!!!

  3. Holy shit! I bet it was EP Eric that came storming in and hit him with the door. Ooooh and he is gonna be pissed when he findswakes his Sookie injured. Whoa buddy!
    You are so Evil. How long will you make us wait for more?
    I think you have finally pushed me over the edge, leaving us on such a cliffhanger. Ungh!

    • I agree this is a huge nightmare for EP Sookie. She is going to be scared to trust even her Eric again. And now she accidentally fed the wrong Eric. She is going to beat herself up about that. Maybe she & her Eric can create a wake up code words, so they know they are with the right partner. Just a thought…

  4. that sucked for eric. first he can’t get his $h!t together, then he has a apparently prisoner of vampires or eric. however, she seemed ok until she realized she was somewhere else. i can’t wait for the back story!!

  5. ohh shit i am sure Eric knocked him out with the door … shit such a tease you are with a short chapter looking forward to more Kristie

  6. Well since the sun is is not down I really do not think it is EP Eric yet. Though he is not to far away as NW Sookie had not left for Amsterdam yet. I think that the attack has started and that in the next chapter will find NW Eric chained in silver. I am not sure if EP Sookie will be undiscovered or just discounted as she is passed out. Maybe they will think she is dead. I think she may wake to help NW winter Eric escape…..but then again EP Eric and NW Sookie will be there soon and will aide NW Eric. At least that is how I hope it plays out. What ever you come up with I am sure it will be great. Since I am reading this now I bet there will be no chapter tomorrow. I am crossing my fingers that you just pulled a fast one and a surprise will happen.

  7. Well, at least we don’t need to go sharpening stakes for NW Eric.. I was sure you’d have him do something depraved and have him harm her in a fit of temper…. but this. Well EP Eric is going to kick his ass before he even stops to listen… if that is EP Eric to begin with. It might be the other big bad threat that Corbett was warning Sookie about… Hmmm….
    You know, it’s not fair, you work and work and work to put out this brilliant freaking series of chapters… and now we’re all gonna be antsy as hell until the next NW or EP is up. Then again, if your writing wasn’t so good, we wouldn’t be little addicts like DD Tina waiting for her mice.

    • When we get the next chapter, if it’s Miles stupid ass that knocked Eric out I’m going to laugh MY ass off, but somehow I doubt it will be something so mild.

  8. OMG! OMG! OMFG!! I wonder if it is Gawain like another reader suggested! This NW Gawain would think he was saving Sookie by killing Eric! And he knows nothing about the skips & I am sure he would be believe NW Eric capable of hurting Sookie. Holy Shit Batman! And EP Sookie is in no shape to explain anything even if Gawain was willing to listen. Even though it started out promising, NW Eric is having a very bad night… I hope there is not going to be a long wait for the next chapter! Sitting on pins & needles…

  9. Oh shit!! Need update now. That was one of the best frakkin’ cliff hangers ever!! Love both these verses and love that you have connected them. What is going to happen to them? Shit, shit, shit!!! BTW, love love love that he calls her ‘honey flavored Sookie’ 🙂

  10. Gah!! Well, I’m glad NW Eric sort of kept his cool when he realized this was a Skipping Sookie. It was more than I expected from him truthfully. Maybe there is hope for him yet 😉

    Now who the heck cold-cocked him?! Gawain? Alexi???? Mystery Threat?? Damn brilliant cliffies!

  11. AAAAAGGGGHHHHH! Goddamn Alexi! I’m really concerned about Sookie’s state of mind and hoping she won’t get attacked by Alexi the way Eric has been. Maybe this is the wakeup call he needs though. Just a thought.
    Cheers, Balti K

  12. You’re an evil genius. These last chapters have had me both loving you to pieces and wanting to picket your work place. Very bittersweet. While I groan in frustration I also can’t wait for the next update.

    I hope EP Eric doesn’t kill NW Eric before he has the chance to explain.

  13. I haven’t been able to beta lately due to moving planning, but I caught up last night and this chapter was great. I was thinking about it being Gawain. I don’t think it’s EP Eric because he left his hotel at first dark and they said it was 2 hour drive (I think). And NW Eric was going to go upstairs as soon as the sun set to get his computer….
    It wouldn’t be Pam because NW Pam is dead and we are NW’s estate (I think)….So….candidates….
    Gawain would be a REALLY good option
    Pam from EP….she could have skipped with them…it could happen
    It could be KLaasje …We found out in EP that she would just walk in
    If I REALLY wanted to make it complicated…I’d bring in a third skip and give us a Pam/Jason from one of those verses where they are bonded. Then, we get to see Pam with NW Eric while EP Sookie gets to see jason.

    If your asking my opinion (or don’t mind me giving it)…I like the triple skip options. EP E/S and Rubbernecking J/P both visiting NW E/S..I think it’s a universal gathering of verses to get some of the psycho babblin and healin’ done. 🙂 Just some thoughts.

    Loved it..

  14. OMG poor Sookie and she was doing so well I hope that her Eric can pull her through this I think that he’s not gonna be happy about her broken nose and not sure how he’s gonna feel about this Eric feeding from her. MORE PLEASE SOON!!!!

  15. Oh dear lord. What a way to end the chapter, I am on the edge of my seat waiting to find out what happens next. Poor Sookie and poor Eric, what a terrible wake-up call to him now. I guess it’s one way to shake him out of his stupor. Incredibly tense and wonderful as always 🙂

  16. Poor Sookie certainly didn’t take it well waking up next to a different Eric. And what happened to Eric?! The other Eric may lose his cool completely when he smells Sookie’s blood. Her banging her head against the door frame makes my nose hurt. .

  17. Ugh…sounds like NW Eric got clocked by either EP Eric or maybe EP Pam –if it was Pam that would be quite the re-introduction!
    Sigh….several timid steps forward for Sookie and looks like a gigantic step backward…

    More..more…more..more!
    Thanks Angela..
    Pat

  18. it could be ep eric, because sookie never made it back to amsterdam…they would be much closer than a two hour drive.

    ahh…need to know!

  19. Fantastic! I knew he couldn’t have hurt her. Thank goodness he’s going to start reading the dang journal. I think it will be so good for him to see how other Eric’s and Sookie’s get on. I’m dying to know what happen to him. Who knocked him out? I hope it wasn’t the enemy or rather danger Sookie’s father felt.

  20. Another great chapter but again on pins and needles wondering how this will turn out! I knew things were going too smooth for europass Sookie & Eric.

  21. I’m gonna go all fangirl and blow some well deserved smoke up your ass…I’m sure I’m not the only beta who has to use notes to make sure the continuity is there, I don’t know how you keep it straight in your head, especially when you interweave. NW and EP are my big favourites at the moment!

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