Later that night, Summer was sitting in the passenger seat of Eric’s red Ferrari, her head leaning down and up against the car door. She was sound asleep. Eric would sometimes take his eyes off the road to take a glance at her, asleep. She looked so peaceful and content. Finally he pulled onto the Stackhouse driveway. Eric stepped out of the car and quickly ran around to the other side, opening up the passenger door. Summer’s head was now leaning back against the head rest, still asleep. He leaned down and slid his arms under her legs and behind his back. He lifted her out of the car and closed the car door with his foot. Jason ran out of the house as he seen them.
Jason: It’s about damn time. I was getting worried (running down the steps)
Eric: We had a little problem at the bar.
Jason: With Summer?
Eric: No, with a guy that claimed to know her.
Jason: What happened?
Eric: Nothing serious. I just did not like the look of him.
Jason: I’ll take her.
Eric passed Summer into Jason’s arms. Jason turned around and began walking up the steps of the porch. As he reached the top, he turned around and noticed Eric about to get into his car.
Jason: Thanks again, man.
Eric gave him a smirk and slid into the front seat of his car. Jason opened up the front door and walked inside, with Summer still in his arms. Once he stepped inside, Tara jumped up off the couch and walked over to him.
Tara: She really out did herself today.
Jason: She sure did.
Tara: Why do you think she did that to herself?
Jason: I don’t know. Sam said something about the night before.
Tara: Oh, that (thinking to herself)
Jason: Well I’m gonna take Summer upstairs to her room. Then you’re telling me what happened.
He walked passed Tara and across the living room towards the stairs. He walked up the stairs, down the hall and into Summer’s bedroom. Summer didn’t wake up once. She was out cold. He laid her down on the bed and began taking off her shoes. He grabbed her quilt down at the edge of the bed and placed the blanket over her.
A few minutes later, he came strolling down the stairs and began talking to Tara about what happened the previous night at Merlotte’s that got Summer to want to drink.
The next day, Summer slowly sat up in bed, pushing the quilt off of her and glanced back to look at her alarm clock. It was only 9am. She swung her legs around to the edge and stepped down off the bed. Her head felt as if someone was taking a jack hammer to it. So she slowly made her way into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
A half hour later, she walked down stairs and she smelled a nice aroma in the air. She followed the scent which led her into the kitchen, where she noticed Jason standing in front of the stove, making pan cakes. He noticed her standing in the door way and flashed a big smile.
Jason: Well look who’s up. Sit down and relax.
Summer didn’t know what to think. Her brother never made breakfast for her before. So she slowly sat down in the chair and gave a smile to Tara, who was also sitting at the table. Jason placed some pancakes onto a large plate and walked over towards the table. He sat the plate down and sat down in the chair next to Summer.
Summer: What is going on?
Jason: I just thought you might want some pan cakes. You have always loved pan cakes.
Summer: I do, but you two are acting very strange. I don’t like it.
Also sitting on the table is a glass pitcher of orange juice and some syrup. Jason takes the syrup and pours some of it onto a stack of pancakes. He then slides the plate over to Summer.
Jason: Eat.
Summer: Somebody is going to tell me what the hell is going on.
Tara: We know you were upset about the other night.
Summer: I’m fine.
Jason: Tara told me that you displayed your new ability in front of the whole bar. I know you don’t like people knowing about your abilities.
Tara: You told everybody to shut the fuck up, so you were upset over something.
Summer: So that’s why you two are acting so weird. You think I’m upset. Well I’m not.
Jason: Summer, you were drunk yesterday. Do you even remember that?
Summer: Well I won’t do that again. Don’t you worry about that.
Jason: You never drink. So tell me why you did it then.
Summer: Jason, leave it alone, please.
She cuts up the pancake with her fork and places the piece into her mouth. She is trying to avoid the conversation by eating, but Jason and Tara are still staring her down, wanting to ask her more questions.
Tara: You had me; Jason and Sam worry about you all day. A lot of people were worried about you.
Summer: I’m okay now (taking another bite of a pancake)
Jason: Summer, I’m your brother and if you ever need to talk, I’ll be there for you. I know I’ve been a dumb ass lately, but I’m trying to change.
Summer: Jason, its okay. I’m fine now. Don’t worry about me. And thanks for the pancakes.
Later that day, at Merlotte’s, Summer came in through the back entrance and clocked in for the afternoon. Lafayette approached her and gave her a big hug.
Lafayette: Don’t listen to a word those mother fuckers have to say. You are special and that’s a great thing.
Summer: Thank you.
Lafayette patted her on the shoulder, gave her a smile and headed back into the kitchen. Summer walked down the hall and walked into Sam’s office so she can set her purse down. Sam was sitting at his desk and stood up as he noticed Summer. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, tightly.
Sam: Are you okay? I feel like such an ass hole.
Summer: Wow, I’m just receiving the love today.
Sam smiled at her and unwrapped his arms from around her. Summer walked out of the office and entered the bar area, tying the small green apron around her waist. As she looked up, she noticed Chris sitting in one of the booths.
Tara: There’s your friend (standing behind the bar)
Summer: He’s not my friend. Not anymore (approaching the booth)
She walked up to Chris’ booth and sat down across from him. He gave her a flirtatious smile and leaned forward trying to grab her hand, but she slid her hands down onto her lap.
Summer: Why are you here?
Chris: You seem angry with me.
Summer: Do you not remember what you did to me?
Chris: (biting on his lower lip) I see now. I’m the bad guy, huh?
Summer: You and your friends tried having me killed (whispering so that nobody else would hear)
Chris: I didn’t want to. I tried talking them out of it. Plus, I tried to warn you but it was too late.
Summer: I think you need to go back home. You’re not welcome here.
Chris: Don’t be angry with me. I’m not in their pack anymore. I’m by myself now.
Summer: I don’t care. Do you not understand what I went through? I was in the hospital for weeks because of what you and your friends did to me. My brother and sister doesn’t even know about that, cause I don’t want them involved.
Chris: I told you before that I was not involved in that.
Summer slid out of the booth and gave Chris an angry glance. He grabbed her arm before she could walk off.
Chris: Summer, please
Summer: Let go of me (sounding angry & upset)
He loosened his grip from her arm and he quickly slid out of the booth and grabbed Summer by the waist, pulling her towards him and pressed his lips against hers. Everyone in the bar stared as they kissed. Lafayette watched from the kitchen window with a smirk on his face. Summer pushed Chris away from him and slapped him on the face, hard. Everyone in the room heard that smack. She then stampeded out of the bar area and into the back area. Sam followed her into the back room. Tara gave Chris a glance while he was rubbing his cheek.
Lafayette: (from the kitchen window) You might want to leave.
Chris: Tell her I’m sorry (looking at Tara)
He pulled out his leather wallet from his back pocket, opened it up, and pulled out a five dollar bill. He threw the money on the table, placed the wallet back into his pocket and left out the front door. Sam stepped into the hallway and noticed Summer sitting on one of the milk crates that was at the end of the hallway. He strolled over towards her and slowly slunk down onto the floor across from her.
Sam: Who was that guy?
Summer: I met him while on my trip down to Georgia.
Sam: You seem upset? What did he do to you?
Summer: It was months ago.
Sam: Don’t avoid my question. Talk to me. I’m right here.
Summer: I need to get to work.
Summer stood up and walked down the hallway, heading back into the bar area. Once she entered the room, she noticed that Chris was gone and she felt an immediate sigh of relief.
Later that night, she pulled into Fangtasia’s parking lot. As she stepped out of her car and closed the door behind her, her cell phone was vibrating inside her jacket pocket. She pulled out her cell phone and pressed it against her ear as she walked up to the front door of the bar.
Summer: Hello? Hi, Sookie. You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice right now.
She pushed opened the bar door with the side of her body, still talking on the phone to Sookie and stepped inside. She put down her purse on the counter top and her small duffel bag on the bar stool seat.
Summer: So when are you coming back? (Pause) okay, good. So did you find Bill yet?
Summer grabbed her stuff and walked towards the ladies bathroom. She stepped inside, still talking on the phone. As she stepped into the bathroom, Eric entered the bar. He noticed Pam and Ginger behind the bar getting ready for the opening. Eric walked passed them and into his office, sensing that Summer was close by.
Several minutes later, Summer stepped out of the ladies bathroom. She had on red high heels, short black shorts from her work, and a black tank top. Eric walked passed his office for a slight second and she caught his eye. She stepped behind the bar and kneeled down to slide her bag and purse onto the bottom shelf. As she pushed herself back up, she noticed Eric standing behind the bar with a big grin on his face.
Eric: Feeling better?
Summer: You should know already.
Eric: (smiling) Just thought I would be nice and ask you anyways. So do you remember anything about last night?
Summer: yeah, but I try not to.
Eric: I was surely amused by it all.
Summer: I’m sure you were.
Eric: So who was the guy?
Summer: Can we talk about something else?
Eric: I sense that something is bothering you.
Summer: I need to get to work. The customers are starting to roll in.
Eric watched as she grabbed some glasses and a bottle of liquor off the shelf behind her. He knew that something was up with that guy from the other night and he was going to find out one way or another. He stepped back and walked away from the bar, heading back towards his office.
Later, around closing time, Summer wipes down the counter top and places the liquor and glasses back on the shelf. She kneels down and grabs her small duffel bag and purse. Before she leaves to head home, she decides to be nice and tell Eric goodnight. She steps into his office and Eric glances up at her from his desk.
Summer: I’m heading home. Goodnight.
Eric: Need a ride home?
Summer: No, I drove. Thanks for offering though.
She turned around and walked out of his office like she was in a hurry to leave. Eric didn’t even have a chance to tell her goodnight. He still had a sense that she was upset by something, so all he could do was leave her alone….for now.
At the Stackhouse home, Summer walked inside and flipped on the light switch next to the door. When the light came on, she closed the door behind her and put her stuff on the coat rack by the door. She walked into the living room and then entered the doorway of the kitchen. She flipped the light switch on and was startled to see Chris sitting at the table.
Chris: I didn’t mean to scare you.
Summer: What the hell are you doing here?
Chris: I didn’t like how we left things between us at the bar. I had to make sure you were okay.
Summer: How did you get in here? (Sounding angry and upset)
Chris stood up out of his chair and took a few steps towards her. She slowly took a few steps back and he realized that she was scared of him.
Chris: Don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you. You know that.
Summer: Get out of my house.
Chris: Give me a chance to explain myself. That’s all I ask.
Summer: Get out, now!
Chris: Summer, please.
Summer: I said, get out!
As he took a few steps towards her, she looked at the closest object she could find, which was a vase that was sitting on the kitchen table. She focused on it and it went flying across the room, hitting Chris on the head. As his head lunged forward, Summer took off running into the living room and towards the front door. Chris ran after her and once he reached her, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind and carried her into the living room. She began kicking her legs up in the air and yelling at the top of her lungs.
From Fangtasia, inside Eric’s office, he head lunged forward as he felt that Summer was in danger. Quicker than the blink of an eye, he took off out of the office and out of the bar.
Back at the Stackhouse home, Summer rammed the back of her head into Chris’ face and he immediately let go. She tried taking off running, but he grabbed her arm and she spun around and punched him in the throat. He fell onto his knees, grabbing his throat, coughing. She headed for the door again, but he dove forward, grabbed a hold of her ankle and caused her to fall onto the floor. He pulled her towards him and climbed on top of her, holding down her arms.
Chris: Just listen to me, please.
Suddenly the front door swung open and Chris was snatched up off of Summer. Summer slowly sat up and noticed that Eric had Chris by the throat, raised up off the floor.
Summer: Don’t hurt him, Eric.
Chris: I wasn’t going to hurt her. I just want to talk to her (barely able to breathe)
Eric wanted to snap his neck like a twig, but he knew Summer wouldn’t want that. His fangs were out and he was heated. He threw Chris across the room and went to help Summer up off the floor. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up onto her feet.
Eric: Are you okay? (Fangs still out)
Summer: I’m fine now.
Chris walked over towards them and Eric pushed Summer to the side. He was ready for whatever Chris had planned.
Chris: Are you with him? (Looking at Summer)
Summer: What does that matter?
Eric: You need to leave or I’ll make you leave.
Chris: Summer, just let me explain. It wasn’t my fault.
Summer: Chris, leave.
Eric: She told you nicely, to leave.
Chris: Are you in love with her?
Summer: Chris, don’t start. Go back to Georgia.
Chris: I’m going to ask you again, vampire, are you in love with her? Because if you are, I will leave.
Eric gave Chris a long hard stare and he felt that Chris wasn’t going to budge.
Summer: This is ridiculous. Get the fuck out!
Chris: Not until he says it.
Summer folded her arms with an angry look on her face. She noticed how stiff Eric was like he was ready to strike at any moment.
Chris: Well, corpse.
Eric: Yes. I love her.
Chris: That’s all I wanted to hear.
Chris walked passed Summer and turned back to give her a glance before walking out the front door. Eric’s fangs retracted and he turned to look at Summer. She had a shocked look on her face and didn’t know whether to believe what he had just told Chris. She couldn’t read his thoughts, so she didn’t know if there was any truth to that, but he did sound sincere. But that might have been because he wanted Chris to leave before he ripped him to pieces.
Eric: Who exactly is he? I know he’s not human. I can smell it.
Summer: Can we just forget all about what just happened? (Walking away from him)
Eric grabbed her arm and spun her around towards him, staring into her eyes. He wanted to know what the hell that guy was. It was burning him up inside to know that Summer could be endanger because of that guy. He had to know what exactly he was up against.
Eric: Tell me what he is! (Angry)
Summer: He’s a werewolf, okay!
Eric let go of her arm and was in shock over what she just told him. He hasn’t been around werewolves in forever. Usually he can smell a werewolf, but Chris seemed different to him. Maybe it’s because he was just turned or maybe a new type of werewolf that he wasn’t use to.
Eric: I am going to stay here with you until I feel comfortable enough that you’re safe.
Summer: That’s sweet of you, really. But I think I’ll be okay.
Eric: I am staying. I’m not arguing with you.
Summer: Fine. Stay.
She walks upstairs and Eric sits down on the couch to relax and keep a look out for Chris. After ten minutes, Eric senses that Summer is upset. He immediately bolts up off the couch and races up the stairs, faster than a bolt of lightening. The bathroom door flies open and Eric notices Summer sitting on the floor, legs pressed up against her chest, leaning against the bathtub, crying. She lifts up her head and looks at him. He kneels down in front of her and she jumps forward and latches onto him, hugging him tightly. She felt grateful that he came to rescue her from Chris, because she knew that Chris was stronger than her and would possibly hurt her. For once, she was grateful for the blood bond she had with Eric. He could sense that she felt safe with him. She pulled away from him and stared at him. She wanted him to kiss her, but she didn’t want him to know that. Eric decided to take a chance, while the opportunity presented itself, and he leaned forward and slowly pressed his lips onto hers. This time, she didn’t fight back. She gave in.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and they started kissing passionately. His arms slowly began moving up and down her back. She gripped a hold of his black, leather jacket by the shoulders and began pulling the jacket slowly off of his arms. The jacket slowly slid down off his arms and onto the bathroom floor behind him. One of his hands slowly went up her spine and behind her neck, pulling her face closer to his, still kissing her. They both slowly stood up, still pressed tightly against each other, kissing. He slowly backed out of the bathroom and into the hallway, making their way into Summer’s bedroom. As they made their way into the bedroom, Eric kicked the door shut and spun Summer around, slamming her back against the door. His hands slowly moved down from under her arms, down to her waist. He leaned in closer towards her face and touched his lips gently to hers. He spun her around again and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. The shirt was flung across the room landing on the floor by the bed. His lips moved from off her lips, to her chin, down under her jaw line and pressing onto her neck. She grabbed the bottom of his black, tank top and pulled it up off over his head. The tank top landed on the floor below then and Eric lifted up Summer and quickly sat her on the bed behind them. She laid her back down on the bed and he laid his self on top of her. He leaned down and began kissing her.
Later that night, Summer laid on her stomach, her white bed sheet slightly down her bare back. Her head was turned to the side, asleep, while Eric lay next to her. He watched her sleep peacefully and couldn’t realize what had just happened. Summer’s eyes slowly opened and she noticed Eric staring at her.
Summer: Hey.
Eric: Go back to sleep (grabbing a hold of her hand and kissing it)
Summer: What time is it?
Eric: Don’t worry about it.
Summer: You don’t have to leave yet, do you?
Eric: Not for another hour. I’ll stay with you until then (smiling at her).
She smiled at him and then slowly closed her eyes. He laid there and continued to watch her peacefully sleep.
That morning, Summer opened her eyes and noticed a red rose laying on the pillow next to her. She slowly sat up, keeping the white bed sheet close to her chest and picking the rose up off the pillow, with a big smile on her face.
At Merlotte’s later that afternoon, Summer was taking orders and Sam, Tara, and Lafayette knew that she was in an extremely good mood, even her customers knew that. After Summer took an order, she flashed a big, friendly smile, and walked over to the kitchen window. Sam approached her customer and the woman smiled at him.
Sam: How is the service? Everything good?
Woman: You need to give that waitress a raise. She’s very friendly.
Sam: I’ll consider that. Thank you.
Lafayette walked up to the window and grabbed Summer’s order. He knew something was up with her.
Lafayette: You must have had a great day or shall I say night? (Raising up one eyebrow)
Summer: What, I can’t be in a good mood today, without people asking me questions?
Lafayette: When it comes to you, yes. Do share why you have such a big grin on your face this fine afternoon?
Summer: Sookie is coming home tomorrow and I’m excited, okay.
Lafayette: Don’t lie to me, hookah. You’re in way too good of a mood and I’m curious as to why.
He then formed a grin on his face as if he figured out why she was so happy. He walked over to the grill and started flipping hamburgers, while Summer stood at the window.
Lafayette: You got laid last night didn’t you?
Summer: What? (Shocked)
Lafayette: Ah, ha! I figured it out. So who is this hunk of a man that placed that big grin on your face?
Summer: I am not discussing this right now.
Lafayette: Fine, but we will be finishing this conversation later, so don’t try and avoid me. I have a great memory.
He placed a burger on a bun and dressed it, putting it in a basket with fries and walking it up to the window, handing it to Summer. She grabbed the basket from him and placed it on top of her tray.
Lafayette: This person wouldn’t happen to be a tall, blonde, dead guy would it?
Summer: Later, Lafayette.
She picked up her tray and walked away from the kitchen window approaching her customer at the booth at the corner of the room.
Meanwhile, outside of Merlotte’s a black pick up truck pulls onto the gravel driveway and sits in front of the bar. Inside the truck sits two men, well built men. One of the men sitting behind the wheel had blonde, shaggy hair, almost down to his shoulders, while the other man sitting in the passenger seat was taller, more muscular, with short brown hair.
Jared: So what now, James?
James: (staring at the bar) We wait for Chris to show up.
Jared: What makes you think he’s even here? (Sitting in the passenger seat)
James: Because this is where he former squeeze works at.
Jared: Oh, I see now. So what’s the plan?
James: If he’s smart enough, then he wouldn’t show up here at all. Because all hell is gonna break loose.
Jared: James, I don’t think I can hurt that girl again.
James: What, now your growing a fuckin conscience? She knows what we did and we need to silence her for good.
Jared: She probably hasn’t even told anyone.
James turned his head and gave his brother, Jared a cold, hard stare. Jared knew what that stare meant. He turned his head, to look out the window and noticed Chris walking towards the bar.
Jared: Hey, there he is.
James puts his foot on the gas and drives towards Chris. Jared opens up his door and grabs Chris by the jacket and pulls him into the truck. The door shuts and the truck speeds out of the gravel driveway and down the road.
To Be Continued…
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