She Courts Calamities: Chapter 1

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

All mistakes are my own. This story takes place in an alternate universe and doesn’t follow canon.

Trigger warning for self-harm. NSFW for that reason.


Chapter 1

Night descended and like a breath of fresh air they showed up with it. Sookie leaned back against the slick booth in the corner of Fangtasia. The vampires were bits of calm in the midst of a tornado of thought. Their brains were still and serene while the humans around them bombarded her. Just like they did everywhere she went. Being a telepath sucked.

Her pulse thrummed in her ears and echoed under the bandage on her wrist reminding her she was alive despite everything. How long had it been since she’d felt alive? The last time she fucked Chad and knew he wanted her? It had been fleeting, but it had been there.

Sookie lived for moments like that.

In that moment, he wanted her more than anything else in the world.

But no one wanted her for long. He came to his senses and left without a word. Just like they always did. Why would she expect anything different?

That’s how it had been since she met him. He wanted her that first night. She knew it. After that, he’d come into Brews and order a beer as if he didn’t know her. As if he hadn’t been inside of her countless times. She hated his game, but not as much as she hated herself for needing him.

She knew she wasn’t good enough for him, but he kept coming back.

“Later?” he would whisper as he paid his tab at the end of the night.

Sookie would act like she didn’t care, but she did. She knew the drill. His headlights would light up her windows moments before his frantic knocks thundered against her door.

She couldn’t wait to open it. To see his eager face and try with all her strength to block out the thoughts of his wife as he fucked her.

She would cling to him, silently begging him to stay and love her. After a string of failed affairs, she had hoped he would be different. But he wasn’t.

“You would be better off without me,” she whispered before he left the last time.

He didn’t hear.

She thought it would be easier to end things. To stop being a burden on Chad and his perfect life. She didn’t belong.

The next time he had come into Brews, playing the game he played, she showed him the spot where she’d cut herself. He recoiled in horror. She wasn’t sure what she had been hoping for, but it wasn’t that! Sympathy, concern, or the slightest hint that he cared for her. Anything but horror.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Her eyes filled with tears. “I wanted you to…” She reached out for him, but he evaded her.

“Don’t touch me,” he spat.

So this is what rock bottom feels like.

He didn’t come back for days.

She couldn’t stand waiting, and she didn’t have the nerve to try again, so she started to spend her free nights in Shreveport watching vampires. It seemed like the perfect solution. She just had to find the right vampire for the job.

Sookie rubbed her wrist. The wound was itchy. Healing to spite her.

“Are you alone?” he asked, pulling her out of the dark crevices of her mind. He was one of the vampires she’d noticed.

“What does it look like?” she stated.

He narrowed his blue eyes before folding his very large body into the booth beside her. “It looks like you’re alone.” He leaned close and inhaled. “The question is, do you want to be?”

She shrugged. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Let me know when you figure that out.”

* * * *

Sookie returned to Fangtasia the following night after a long day of work. The vampires were already strategically placed throughout the room. She couldn’t watch from her usual perch because someone was in her corner booth, so she sulked over to the bar and sat in one of the stools trying to tune out the erratic thoughts of the tourist sitting next to her.

“What can I get you? Or maybe I should ask what I can give you,” the bartender asked, his cruel mouth turning up at one corner.

Sookie stared at him. “What an original pick up line. Does that usually work for you?” She wanted to laugh. Up until Chad broke her heart that was exactly the kind of line that worked on her.

His smile faltered. “I’m not talking about fucking you.” He inhaled sharply and his mouth twisted up again. “Although I’m sure that would be fun.”

She frowned.

He went on, “You want more than that. That’s why you’re here. You want to die,” he whispered. He motioned to the room. “They all do to one extent or another, but not as much as you. You want death. That’s what we are. Death.”

Her heart slammed against her chest and her mouth went dry. “Gin and tonic, please.”

He didn’t move for a few seconds as if she was going to change her mind. “Suit yourself.”

She slid a bill across the counter, took her drink, and turned her back to him. Despite her years of practice she couldn’t control her face much longer. She could feel his eyes on her back for a long time. It took everything in her power to keep her hands from shaking. So what if he’s right? It’s not going to be him. I’ve been with enough sleezybags in my life. I don’t need to pick one for death, too.

Lucky for her, a group of tittering women burst inside, one dressed as a slutty bride, the others shouting encouraging words. The bartender turned his hungry gaze toward them.

“It’s your last night as a free woman,” one of them said.

“Yeah. Live it up. One last night,” said another.

The bride-to-be hesitated. She didn’t want to be there, but she didn’t want to disappoint her friends either.

Sookie scoffed. That was one thing she never had to worry about. Friends pressuring her to do things she didn’t want to do. She would have to have friends first.

“What’s your problem?” the first woman asked as she closed in on Sookie.

“I don’t have a problem. I’m just sitting here enjoying my drink. Perhaps you should do the same,” Sookie replied.

The star of the party nodded her head. “Why don’t we order shots?” She didn’t want to draw any more attention than necessary, which she was afraid wouldn’t be possible since Tiffani, the confrontational friend, had a few too many in the limo before it pulled up outside.

Tiffani stood far too close to Sookie and was thinking that she needed to do something to look tough so she could impress the vampire behind the bar. Sookie read her like an open book so when Tiffani accidentally bumped into her, Sookie responded with quick movement backward while she pushed the glass toward the woman.

“You bitch! You spilled your drink on me on purpose.”

Sookie glared at her and got to her feet.

“Ladies,” the bartender said, interrupting their fight. “Take it outside.”

Sookie stalked through the crowd and pushed through the front door. She whipped her hair into a ponytail and waited for the bachelorette party to follow her outside.

Everyone was mortified. Everyone except Tiffani, who strutted up to Sookie with more attitude than she should have. Sookie threw the first punch before Tiffani could open her big mouth.

Tiffani screeched and then her hands flew up to her swelling cheek.

Sookie made eye contact with the bride. “I’m sorry about all this. You seem like a nice person, but your friend is an asshole. You should go home and get some rest. Big day tomorrow.”

The woman nodded and looked at the ground. “Come on you guys. We shouldn’t be here.” It took two of them to help Tiffani into their waiting ride because she was being overly dramatic. “Oh shut up, Tiffani. You started it,” the bride said just before she closed the door.

Sookie exhaled, shook her hand, and winced. She would pay for that tomorrow.

“Are you okay?” The tall blond vampire stepped out of the shadows from the side of the bar.

“How long have you been there?”

“I followed you out.” He closed the gap between them. “Are you okay?” he repeated.

“It’s just a little swollen.”

“That was a nice hit. Let me get you some ice.” He started walking back around the side of the building.

She paused, but then decided to follow him.

He led her to the back door where he entered a code in the keypad. He held his finger up and slipped inside. A few seconds later he returned with a bar towel filled with ice.

She thanked him and wrapped it around her knuckles. “That feels much better.”

“How did you learn to fight?”

She chuckled. “I have a brother.”

“It seems like it’s more than that. I could swear you knew what she was going to do before she did it.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “You were watching me?”

He nodded.

“Let’s just say I’m used to women like her.”

“Why is that?” he pressed.

“Usually it’s because they find out I’ve been fucking their boyfriend or husband,” she stated matter-of-fact. She hated the way that sounded, but it was true. The truth about her sad life never got easier. “Thanks for the ice.” She handed him the towel. “I’m going to head home.” She turned away from him and started walking toward her car.

“Do you want company?” he asked, making her stop.

“I still haven’t decided.” She frowned.

“See you tomorrow?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

* * * *

Sookie didn’t return the next night. She didn’t have the nerve. Instead, she went home after work. Empty beer bottles cluttered her kitchen counter, including a half dozen of Chad’s favorite brand she hadn’t been able to get rid of yet. She picked up one of his bottles and smashed it against the edge of the counter, sending glass raining down on the worn linoleum floor. Hot tears filled her eyes and sobs wracked her chest. The stench of stale beer filled her nose mixed with the metallic scent of blood. She paused and removed the shard imbedded in her palm. The cut bled freely but didn’t hurt. She was too numb to hurt.

She left a trail of crimson down the hall as she made her way to her bedroom. She stared at the disheveled sheets and started crying again. Her bed still held the remnants of her last encounter with Chad.

God I miss him. I blew it. What we had worked and I fucked it up.

She ripped the sheets from the mattress and screamed. Her blood seeped into the fabric, mingling with their musty cum.

She fell asleep on her floor, wallowing in her failed past. In the morning, she had to peel the fabric off her puffy wound, which had closed during the night. She threw the soiled sheets into her washer and then stood under the shower for a long time, letting the warm water melt away her sorrow. It only took a few minutes to clean up the glass in the kitchen and replace the bedding, so despite how late she woke that day, she still made it to work on time.

All day, she thought about the vampire from Shreveport. Both of them actually. The bartender had known what she wanted and the blond one could give it to her.

As she drove to Fangtasia she made up her mind. Tonight is the night I want company.


Well? Let me hear what you think and then read more here: She Courts Calamities: Chapter 2

50 thoughts on “She Courts Calamities: Chapter 1

  1. ericluver says:

    Great start. 🙂 Looking forward to seeing where you take this 🙂

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  2. suzyq591suzy says:

    Wow this Sookie needs some help — can’t wait to read about it 🙂

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  3. tleel says:

    This is interesting. Though I am a little confused about what is going on. Look forward to the next chapter.

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  4. cari1973 says:

    I think she needs psychological help to not feel like shit. Who convinced her that she was not good enough for anyone? Who humbled her to the point of feeling that she is better off dead?

    Self-respect will be essential in this story, is not it?

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    • You are so right! It’s the core of her flaw and the main piece of her character growth! Learning self-worth from a big bad vampire is the last thing she’ll expect from him. I delve into her backstory a little in the next chapter, but let me just say she’s never had support (family or friends), which is why she is where she is. Good thing Eric is there to watch out for her! Thanks for reviewing!

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      • howyoudsdoin says:

        Question…. But why does Eric want to help her? Has he known about her or watched over her for a while? So curious about this new story so many questions LOL. Great beginning!
        Thanks Raeleen

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      • He doesn’t even know she needs help at this point. He’s got something else on his mind. Sookie, on the other hand, can’t see past her own struggles to see it. Thanks so much for the feedback!

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  5. I can see how Sookie would be in such emotional pain that she would cut herself to make it physical in order to deal with it. There must not have been a Gran in her life.

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    • Not the Gran we know. A gran who judges harshly and doesn’t support her like she needs. 😦 I changed canon quite a bit, but only so I could fix her! I hope you keep reading and enjoy this little story! Thanks for reviewing!

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  6. luvvamps says:

    Nice start, can’t wait to see where this goes.

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  7. msbuffy says:

    A terrific start to what I expect will be a fascinating read. Why in the world would you be so nervous about posting this? It’s terrific! I really don’t want to wait a week for the next chapter! Excellent writing displaying Sookie’s deteriorating state of mind. Well done, my friend! 🙂

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    • I’m so relieved! I was worried because self-harm is a very real and sad issue that many people have suffered from directly or indirectly. If I screwed it up in any way, I would come across as offensive, ignorant, or insensitive. I hope I don’t screw it up. It’s delicate work, you know. 🙂 Thanks for the love and support. It fills my heart. 🙂

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      • msbuffy says:

        🙂 Always! It is delicate, but it needs to be talked about. Pain is nothing to be ashamed of, ever. Those who self-harm are doing so because they are unable to vocalize the tremendous inner pain (and sometimes guilt) they are suffering; the more awareness that is brought out about this issue, the better! It is real, it exists, it is sad, and sometimes the consequences are tragic, but they don’t have to be. There is help available. There are people who will help, people who understand and will never judge. There are people who have survived this and can help others overcome and survive it as well. You writing this story will reach many, many who might know someone who needs help, who might be seeking help, and if it reaches one person and helps them? Let that fill your heart, my friend. 🙂

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      • I love the way your brain works! If only I could have that kind of impact on the world!! Fingers crossed that I can reach out to my readers and not lose any in the process!!! 🙂

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      • msbuffy says:

        LOL! Perhaps you do! 🙂

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      • I haven’t notice a drop in readers, so that’s good, right? 🙂

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  8. askarsgirl says:

    Totally different from your other stories but I’m loving it so far! This Sookie is so dark, hopefully Eric can help her. Glad you’re back, I was missing your weekly updates!

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  9. ashmo2000 says:

    Sookie thinks she wants death, but she has no idea what that entails. Just wait until her blood eyed vampire shows her what death is and could be.

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  10. mom2goalies says:

    Wow, she really is in a dark place. I’m figuring she didn’t have a wonderful Gran growing up, or anyone like that. If she grew up only dealing with what other thought of her and no one loving her I’m surprised she’s still alive. Wonder what kind of Eric she is meeting – this can go so many ways depending on him. Like the start and look forward to seeing where this goes. Thanks for taking the chance and sharing.

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  11. racecz5 says:

    What a sad, sad, life she’s got going. Totally depressing.

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  12. kassey4221 says:

    Interesting a start, can’t wait to read more.

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  13. I can’t wait to see where you take this 🙂

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  14. Nia says:

    Great start, can’t wait to see where this goes 🙂

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  15. patsy1965 says:

    My trusty nine year old computer died and I somehow missed this. 😦 But, I have a new trusty sparkley computer and I’m catching up on all of my favorites. 🙂 I loved this. I can’t wait to see where it goes from here. I always thought the show and the books never did justice to how Sookie’s ‘gift’ must have shaped her life. It had to be hard. Bonus, I read this chapter today and tomorrow is Friday again. 😉 patsy

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    • See? You’re not behind at all!! Good timing to kill your computer, Patsy! (Sorry about that, seriously, what a pain!). I’m so glad you loved the story. I was worried it was too dark and I would lose readers, but I’m glad you’re with me!

      I thought the same thing. While I was listening to the song and really feeling the lyrics I thought Sookie would be a girl like that. Makes sense, right? She must’ve been isolated and hurt a lot, which would only encourage her to use people as much as they used her. It can only get happier from here…

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  16. suzymeinen says:

    Seems like we could have a Sookie that is darker than Eric ever was. A interesting start and looking forward to more.

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  17. murgatroid98 says:

    Sookie is a mess. Her life is different in some ways but the same in others. She obviously had no support system this time. Very interesting.

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  18. summerame says:

    I feel so bad for Sookie. Sometimes I feel that this is something she might have gone through instead of how she does in the books. I am so excited to see if she gets her wish.

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    • I thought the same thing. I was thinking about how CH wrote her, as this cheery up-beat woman who doesn’t let anything get in her way. But her life is shitty and no one understands her. How depressing would that be, right? Thanks for reviewing!

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  19. theladykt says:

    Well that is def a different start to our usual Sookie. Like that she doesn’t take crap though

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    • No nonsense but self-loathing. Not sure it’s a good trade off. I was thinking long and hard about CH’s Sookie. How in the hell is she always so upbeat all the time? I wouldn’t be if I were her. That’s for damn sure. I hope you enjoy it!

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