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Sunday, November 28, 2010

My First Thanksgiving Dinner



Friday evening, @BarmaidSookie and I hosted what I am told is a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. While I have been well aware of the holiday for many, many years, it is the first time in my long existence I have- in Sookie’s words- hosted such an event myself. My reasoning for ignoring a holiday that seems focused on human food and poultry in buckle hats has been obvious in the past, but once more I find my normal behavior being altered for the gift that is Sookie.

What is important to her is undeniably important to me, and that includes bizarre holidays of thanks.

From the moment Sookie asked if we could host the event together onward, my telepath had been focused upon little else. Between making invitations, getting them out to all our friends, and preparing an endless supply of both human nourishments and blood dishes, my lover exhausted herself in order to be the consummate southern hostess.

I must admit, I was dreading the event when I rose on Friday night. Since the incident at @BarWithABite and the witches, I have been going out of my way to avoid others. My body is still regenerating in some places and I know I am not entirely myself both physically and mentally. I fear others will see this and know, and though I do not like to believe that any I or Sookie consider a “friend” would use this to their advantage, I remained concerned. Being cautious is what has kept my existence in tact for a thousand years, after all.

Sookie seemed to sense my trepidation immediately. She ceased buzzing about her farm house in order to assure me things would be fine, and once more, I found myself relaxing if only because of her nearness and the comfort she brings me. It startles me, but I find myself believing I could come to love this rare and extraordinary human woman.

There was little time for me to think of that, however, when our guests began arriving for the evening. @RomanLucious, his fairy, @FaeKayley, and their adopted son, @Baby_Abel were the first to arrive for the night. It was obvious immediately that they were no more familiar with the holiday than I was, but I appreciated the fact that they were attending if only for my Lover. As Sookie showed them to the absurd amount of food she had concocted for the evening, @LaceyTB, @JackDanielsTB, and @WestonTackett arrived.

It was the first time I have seen Lacey since she had been lost to me and I must admit, it was a relief to see her whole and not merely a figment of my imagination. I do not understand what possibly could have occurred to return her to this realm and to those who care for her, but I am nothing short of relieved that it did. My blood may no longer tie us together, but Lacey will never cease to be precious to me, and seeing both her and her son brings an undeniably comfort with it.

Of course, not everyone seems to feel that way.

I had avoided speaking of Lacey’s miraculous return to this realm to the Deputy after first discovering it for myself if only because I did not know how the news would be received. When Roman first told me of Abel and his relationship with the fairy, a part of me was undeniably concerned he was attempting to replace what had been lost in the car accident that fateful night and that was what was guiding his decisions. After learning more of his son and his fairy, I believed Roman seemed- for him- relatively happy. To disrupt that for what could not be changed would have been a crime.

And ultimately, even a meddlesome vampire such as myself can recognize when something is not my place.

There was no hiding what Roman did not know then, however, and awkward moments were not quick to pass. The Deputy was troubled and angry, I could feel this easily enough, and Lacey was startled and hurt. I was unsurprised that the Deputy departed shortly after the night began. Centuries of existence and experience does not automatically create aplomb.

Little time could be devoted to thinking on such things when more guests were arriving. Sookie seemed perpetually trapped at the doorway of her house as she welcomed guest after guest to her Bon Temps farmhouse. It was the first time I had seen @AbigaleDawson since her wedding to @WereTDawson, who seems to have decided married life is an excuse to gain obnoxious amounts of weight. If I were less educated and knowledgeable on such things, I would have asked if he was with child. It seems fences are suiting them well, and if Abigale is happy, I am happy for her. I really don’t care whether the mutt is happy or not.

Someone who is undeniably with child is @Tara_ThorntonBT. She arrived, unsurprisingly, with her vampire escort, @fangtasiaserge, who I doubt is leaving her side at all in her delicate condition. I wonder if he, like me, finds himself remembering much too clearly a time when human women often didn’t survive the pangs and strains of bringing life into this world. I do not understand the vampires hostility towards me, though I suppose it could have something to do with coming to loathe his Maker and relishing in her second death, but I am also uninterested in finding out if it goes more deeply than that. As far as I am concerned, Tara is important to Sookie and what is important to my lover is important to me. We are, for lack of better words, “on the same team.”

Tara, it seems, is no longer able to endure the strain of tending bar and being on her feet for long periods of time due to her condition and has found employment outside the casino the vampires of Area Five hold a major interest in. She requested approval to vacate her job there, and with a single nod from Sookie, I gave the pregnant human my blessing. I find myself startled at how much I need and rely on her right now, when I am so uncertain myself, but I trust her and her judgment completely, without a second thought.

Tara’s cousin, @JustLafayette arrived with @HornDogJason and @BiancaNorthman. Needless to say, that is a trio none could have anticipated. Lafayette seemed uncomfortable, no doubt because many of the guests hosted that night possessed fangs that could descend at any moment’s notice despite Sookie’s inclusion of “no eating the guests” on the invitation for the event. It is safe to say I believe the fry cook has learned his lesson when it comes to the undead.

Jason, however, is as unintelligent and careless as ever. It is a good thing I trust Bianca with everything that I am and ever will be, or I would be positive he would be dead sooner rather than later. Bianca actually appeared demure and understated at the dinner, but that was by appearance only. I believe my child left the event with more phone numbers than she went in with, and propositioned half of those in attendance. Never let it be said she is shy.

@Sookeh clearly gets the ability to work a crowd from her. She arrived on the arm of @Sam_MerlotteBT, though “on the arm of” is somewhat generous since they both seemed mostly intoxicated. The Shifter was his normal cheery self, encompassing all he came into contact with a cloud of doom and gloom. While I am sure there are many things that should depress the Shifter to such a degree (a disgusting odor he can‘t hide, living in Bon Temps, residing in a mobile tin can, owning a bar for rednecks, etc.), he seems even more hopeless than usual. When even Sookeh seems startled by it, you know something is seriously amiss.

At least my evil daughter seems as evil as ever. Sookie seemed to spend a great deal of time chasing her around and reminding her not to destroy things because they had belonged to her Gran. Ah, Sookeh. So much destruction in such a small package. It is enough to make me unquestionably proud.

@NolanFerrior brought his human @NiftyJenny with him to the event and, at her prompting, informed me the pair is now “dating.” Nolan has always been somewhat unusual between his traveling in my trunk, his preference to dwelling in closets, and his predilection for sleeping on pipes, and it seems he has found his match in the broom wielder. Shortly after arriving, Jenny attempted to impersonate a plastic house plant before informing me the true love of her life is a machine at the @GrabbitKwik that produces a slushie.

I really have no idea what to make of that.

I should have asked @DavidCallum after he arrived with his attractive wife, @AlyxConway and their children, @SammieMasters and @ScarlettElena, but he was quite busy hitting on Bianca. I flashed him since he insists he is no longer dreaming of me after his ingestion of my blood during his brawl with Roman and despite him claiming not to miss them, I can tell he does. He really does.

In turn, Alyx flashed @WaylonLee_ and I. It is almost a shame Waylon makes such a good Pooh Bear, or I would seriously be considering turning my second two-natured child. As it is, I will be content to watch him eat everything in his path (including blood dishes which he seemed incredibly fond of), and using carrots to mimic fangs.

On a related, yet unrelated note, Sookie is not fond of me seeing breasts that do not belong to her. I cannot entirely understand this, since none compare to her own in my opinion, but I will do my best not to trouble her for such reasons.

@VampyJo arrived with @WereBabyLily and even though they were not able to stay for long, I was pleased to see them. Lily is getting so big so quickly, it is almost difficult to believe the little girl I carried around the party for a short time was the same one I spent locked in a room with for a few nights in New Jersey. I wonder if she remembers any of that. Human minds at such an age are a complete enigma to me.

@AngeloSenior arrived at the celebration with his human daughter, @GiannaVerdone. I believe Angelo signed my daughters chest, so when I next see him, I will possibly stake him. @AppiusOcella will be furious, but it would be worth it. Angelo’s own daughter pulled me aside at the party to offer me her thanks for giving her strange father my consent to leave my dwelling. I still fear that is possibly a mistake on my part and that Angelo took advantage of the daze that inevitably settles over a vampire so close to dawn, but I did not tell her such a thing. When we were parting, she hugged me as if we were not virtual strangers, and then propositioned me.

I chose not to tell Sookie this.

The arrival of @VooDooHooDooBT was unexpected, but thoroughly enjoyed by me. He brought with him Chow, who he has been keeping as a dung hut wife. The unintelligible witch doctor decided to show me his strengths, including his ability with a blow dart gun. I volunteered the Lieutenant to be the target, Joseph Drownapossum agreed, but when the dart flew, Lacey’s boyfriend Jack ended up being the one with a dart in his neck.

From that moment forward, I naturally claimed I had nothing to do with it.

Mr. Drownapossum also showed me his ability to call forth a donkey at will, and sure enough, @winnieYTM’s ass showed up in the middle of my lover’s living room. Sookeh had an ass there all her own. It’s a good thing Sookie was falling asleep by this point, or she no doubt would have been troubled by the livestock roaming her family home.

As the dinner wound down and Sookie slumbered at my side, I had the chance to speak to Lacey and David about both Lacey’s untimely end and the witches I encountered at Fangtasia. The description of the red-headed male seemed to ring recognition with her, and she confirmed as Roman had theorized, that he was the one who stole her purse while we were in New York City. David and I share a mutual concern for Lacey now, especially when she must protect her infant son, and have advised her to take shelter away from her home. I have contacted @LiamDelancy and instructed him to use his magic to secure her home and workplace, @HooligansClub, so she may return safely.

The Lieutenant let slip that Lacey’s return to this realm isn’t without change. She has acquired an ability to transport herself and others at a moment’s notice and demonstrated the ability when taking Sookeh back to her home. To say I am relieved is an understatement. Perhaps if the witches find her, she will stand more of a chance in escaping them than I did.

When all the guests left for the night, I cleaned up around my lover’s home and even remembered to put the remaining food away since Sookie is so often concerned about not letting such things go to waste. I carried her to bed and found myself relieved when it was only her and I, alone in her room, waiting for the sun to rise.

But overall, the event was good for me. I have never been so reminded of how important family is than I am now. Our bonds, both in blood and those we create through experience and common ground are invaluable. On the road of healing I find myself on, I believe Sookie’s dinner was significant. I am fortunate to have those who visited my lover’s home in my existence, and would not want to find myself in a world without them any longer.

Monday, July 5, 2010

My Bonds: About Abigale



I met Abigale Stewart quite by accident... at least, I am certain it was an accident on her part. While I am quite accustomed to humans parading through Fangtasia dressed in all the latest revealing leather and latex apparel, I'm sure Abigale wasn't, nor was she used to being one of them. From the moment she stepped foot inside my club, she was out of place, nursing a single drink while gawking in disbelief at the desperate displays for the attention of the undead unfolding around her. It was obvious her companion for the evening had abandoned her early into their arrival. She sat alone at a table, desperate to avoid making eye contact with anyone present. She blended into the scenery as much as she could, happy to be ignored by the population of the club at large.

It was difficult for me not to watch her. She didn't look my direction, something I'm not at all used to. I imagine her friend tipped her off to where the resident vampire of Fangtasia spent his nights and she intentionally avoided laying eyes on her first vampire. I kept waiting for her to be just like every other human who visits the club, but she was determined to be awkward and uncomfortable, disapproving and unimpressed.

Naturally, I had to meet her.

The very first thing she did was spill her drink. I believe that successfully set the tone for my interactions with Abigale Stewart. I sat down at the table behind her and she didn't dare turn around. She spoke to me timidly... complaining of the music, the clothes, the atmosphere, and even of her friend who had abandoned her. She was repulsed by the blatant sexual overtones so many around her threw about as if they were as natural as they truly are.

She was a prude.

And a prude who had little difficulty telling the owner of the very establishment she sat in how awful she found his club. Of course, she didn't know what that was, nor was I quick to admit it as I took the seat across from her. I can recall with complete clarity how she blushed so profusely at everything. I was certain that in her mind, she had played through how her first meeting with a vampire would go and her interaction with me was as far from it as possible.

I love being unpredictable.

I made her dance with me. Truly, I didn't give her a choice in the matter despite her insistence she didn't dance. She had spilled her drink upon my table and floor, insulted my club, spoken ill of those who empty their pocket books nightly into my hands, and was making me nearly starved with the blood constantly rushing to her cheeks. In my opinion- and my opinion is the only one that matters to me- she owed me the dance. I had a feeling the timid, tiny human who spoke defensively of her job at Sandson's New and Used Book Store while desperately trying to conceal her cleavage from my gaze had not seen the last of me when she frantically ran toward the exit.

Like always, I was entirely accurate.

Of course, with Abigale, nothing ever went according to my master plan. Just after our initial meeting, she went out of her way to kick my Corvette as it was parked in the Fangtasia lot. She quickly befriended Nolan Ferrior, who at the time was nothing more than the cat who stood guard at the club's doors, and soon, her attendance at Fangtasia was nearly as guaranteed as Pam's. I often wondered if I should issue her a paycheck, she could so often be found within the walls of the club, cleaning up another's mess. She resisted me fervently at first, though her resolve wavered with the help of ample amounts of alcohol. Talk about bruising my pride...

That was how I managed to get my first taste of Abigale Stewart. I had always known there was something different about her. She was impossible to glamor, and yes, I had tried... often. Her blood was unique though, obvious even when laced with the alcohol pollutant pumping through her veins. She kept her secrets from me though, refusing to reveal what I wanted to know. She was stubborn. I don't know why that trait seems to be so common in the women I pursue, but it certainly seems an unfortunate recurring theme. I was determined to break every resolve she held, however, no matter what.

Fate, however, didn't seem to approve of such a plan.

And by fate I mean Roman, Pam, Nolan, and every other person who repeatedly interrupted a good thing happening.

Despite the reminder of my fangs present on her neck that she will wear eternally in scars, Abigale always refused my blood. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was a fragile human, one who could and would die if pushed too far and there were far too many quite willing to push such a thing. Besides refusing my blood, she often refused to accept or acknowledge that she was mine, even when it would have been beneficial to her. It was, to say the least, discouraging, but that didn't change the fact that I cared for her, and wanted her more completely.

It is amazing, even after a thousand years of existence, one can never really know what will happen. Humans, for as long as I have studied them, can be surprisingly unpredictable as well. One night upon my arrival at Fangtasia, I discovered Roman had been badly injured, and in order to help him heal, Abigale had given him blood. If I was honest with myself, I would say that was when things began changing between the two of us. As stubborn as Abigale is, I am more so. As possessive as any human can ever be, I can trump them with ease.

It didn't make matters any easier that the Prince had arrived in Louisiana, and was targeting Abigale among a few other humans Area Five valued. She was in danger, she hadn't had my blood, and I felt incapable of helping her because of it. If the situation was not complicated enough, there was a great deal of fence-talk, something Roman reminded me of regularly. The future Abigale had envisioned for herself was something I could never give her. While I loathe Weres more often than not, I turned to the aid of Tray Dawson, a friend of Abigale's who I knew would keep her safe. I knew he would because no one could deny the Were wanted to build the fence Abigale ultimately desired at her side. I am also sure he wanted to be for her the things I found myself incapable of being... monogamous, content just sitting at home, not constantly endangered... The list goes on.

It is almost a cruel twist of the fates that Abigale finally had my blood when I was certain she was no longer mine. After Tray was nearly killed in Dallas, I saw what he meant to her, and it was something undeniably intense and powerful. I loathe the Were for these reasons, I always will, but I am at least pleased Abigale is capable of building the fences she desired and is- by her own words- happy.

Unfortunately, I have not seen much of Abigale since that fateful trip to Dallas. I am certain it is nothing short of exhausting wrangling the Weres and Shifters who seem to rely very heavily upon her. I've never seen her new residence (though that's probably a good thing, I imagine it smells terribly of moon mutt) and often only get to see her when we're both attending the same functions. As she prepares to marry her Were, I wonder if the distance will improve or only increase, but that is for the fates to decide. No matter what the fates hold in store, I do not regret Abigale's life buzzing quietly in the background of my mind, and hope she doesn't rue my own in the back of hers.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Give me the names of people you dislike most and why?

@WereTDawson - The Were befouls my bathroom, makes my club smell awful every time he's around, and steals my humans. If I hadn't invested in his motorcycle shop thing, I'd have killed him already.

Bill Compton - Boring, mediocre waste of space. I may be a vampire, but every time I'm around him or his name is mentioned to me, I have to resist the urge to yawn.

@AlcideJHerveaux - Another smelly Were with a penchant for talking back to those who are superior to him.

@AshleyDanielss - Depends on the day as to whether I dislike her or manage to tolerate her, but she has betrayed me more times than anyone should be able to get away with.

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