Diana Prince (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _wonder_woman_) wrote,@ 2022-11-05 22:47:00 |
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Moonlight shown down on the fairy princess as she appeared barefooted on the streets of Arcane City. Sookie held up her hand to study it, one second ago she was holding Blaine's hand as he led her up to their bedroom. Putting it up to her face, she looked at it, as if a small version of her lover would be there. "He was right here!" It came out too loud. She wasn't talking to anyone in particular, it was as if she said it aloud, he would appear. Taking both hands, she placed them on either side of the top of her head, fingers deep into her hair holding on. Breathing out a frustrated sigh, she paused, dropping her hands to her sides. Slowly she purviewed her surroundings. Feeling a sense of déjà vu. Shaking her head, she screamed into the inky black night. Memories of being torn from Bon Temps, to arrive in Hawaii flooded her brain. There she'd ended up at a Welcome Center, maybe there was one here, where ever she was. The smartest option? Follow the path. Sookie Stackhouse arrived near the edge of the invisible dome keeping all residents of Arcane City safe. With a sigh, she began walking toward what resembled the center of town. With each step, her anger grew until she could no longer contain it within her. With as much anger as she'd ever had, the lost fairy, kicked a rock in the middle of the road. "Damn it," came out with frustration along with several cuss words. By the time she reached the Welcome Center, she was exhausted walking that long distance from one point to the other. Bloody, scraped and swollen, her feet hurt. Occasionally, Sook glanced backward in case Blaine would mystically appear. Entering the Welcome Center, the attendants fussed over her, calling the EMTs in to bandage her, all the while continuing with the welcome spiel. Sookie only half-way listened, she'd been there done that. The words reminded her of what she'd heard in Hawaii. Rustling up some flip flops for her the kinder, older ancillary worker, patted her back reminding Sookie of her Gran. The memories of yet another loss haunted. Waiting for an hour, Sook had plenty of time to think about her recent loss. Mourning for what could have been with Blaine, she placed her elbows on the table, cupping her chin in her hands. Thinking of her zombie, she fell asleep until she was roused to go to her new home. For two days, she hobbled around her new house trying to acclimate to this surprising situation, looking for employment in the pages of the Gazette. Flabbergasted, in front of her eyes there was a wanted ad for waitresses at Merlotte's. This had to be a sign. Calling she set up an interview, aced it, then started work the next day. Sookie's waitressing skills blew the senior waitresses out of the water. It was just like the Bar and Grill back in Bon Temps. Sam had been her, not the Sam from her world, one from an alternate universe. It took a lot of prodding from the current owner, John, to discover Sam suffered a violent death with a pool cue during business hours. It was said he haunted the place. Once the lonely princess discovered John wanted out, she began negotiating with him to buy the place. He'd made money, like Sam did back home, a lot of it. More interested in the right person buying the place instead of a large amount of money up front, John made a deal with Sookie. Until she paid him off, he would take a percentage of profits, with the added proviso assuring him free meals and drinks for the rest of his life. It was late, the never owner of Merlotte's exhausted. Unable to face an empty bed another night, the ghost of Blaine haunted her. She missed everything about him. It was lucky she hadn't fallen in love with him, even if she had already begun that journey. Sitting on the couch, she examined her feet. Scars formed on the bottoms a visible image of her ordeal on the night she arrived. Leaning back, taking the remote, learning how to use it as she went, Sookie turned on the television, scanning channels. Watching something about animals and their sexual habits. The scenes flashing before her eyes reminded her of how great her undead lover was in the sack. Dozing off, she heard the rattle of the door knob, too sleepy she didn't move. |