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Post by BB on Jul 6, 2011 6:30:52 GMT -7
Alright, so maybe it looked like she was sucking up to him, or perhaps bribing him with the homemade German chocolate cake balancing on top of the baked lasagna she held in her hands. She sort of hinted to him the other day that she liked to cook, but she really didn't get a chance to show him. However, that wasn't why she was here.
Not entirely anyway.
Her reason for being here had to do with the coven meeting she had just come from. Granted, it usually didn't take Brandy any time at all to make friends but this was different. She needed someone she knew, someone that she trusted. Sam was also part of the supernatural world, even more so than she thought she was. He could turn into any animal he wanted, and he had been struggling with that since he was a teenager. She also wanted to know more about him, about the last twenty years of his life - she just had to try and get him to put down the toll bridge, so to speak.
So here she was, hair tied neatly back in a ponytail as she kicked the door of his trailer with the tip of her boot. She hoped he was home, or even up, it was eleven at night and for all she knew he could be out running. Or sleeping - which was what the food was a back up for. Who could be mad about being woken up with chocolate cake... right?
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jul 6, 2011 8:39:04 GMT -7
The last few days for Sam had been surprisingly busy- or rather, the busyness wasn’t surprising, but what kept him busy was.
There was still the shortage of waitresses to deal with (adding Brandy helped, but if Sam was honest, he could use a few more;) and the rage issues Sam had been dealing with by having his “therapy” sessions with some other shifters. There was the busyness of everyday life, the constant errands and housekeeping he had to attend to. And now Tommy wanted to come back into his life… probably to cause more mischief.
Add in a few more recently discovered problems with his trailer and it was no wonder Sam was more “prickly” than usual. He had been working on fixing the sink when he noticed the sound of feet on gravel- not unusual, considering that his trailer was practically in the parking lot of Merlotte’s. What was unusual was that the person wasn’t walking away from his trailer, but towards it. A few moments later, someone was hitting at his door in what he imagined might be a drunken knock, and for a moment he debated whether or not to open it.
Finally deciding he could use a distraction, he gave the sink one last dirty look and opened the door, blinking when he noticed Brandy with her cake. “Oh.” He said slowly, moving aside. “What’s going on?”
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Post by BB on Jul 6, 2011 18:35:38 GMT -7
“Oh. What’s going on?”
"Well, hello to you too Sam"
There was a bit of friendly sarcasm in her voice as she took him moving aside as an invitation to come inside. She brushed past him, putting down the food on the table as she glanced at the sink. "Well, at least your stove isn't broken, though I don't imagine you use it that much"
Brandy was already pulling out plates and forks, not even needing to ask him where everything was. It was odd that she knew where every thing was, or maybe it wasn't - maybe it was by pure coincidence but everything seemed to be put in the exact same place she remembered everything being at her parent's house. She had cut the lasagna and slid it on his kitchen counter toward him, an odd smile on her face as she leaned against the counter and took a bite of her own.
"I needed to talk to someone about some things I discovered tonight, and you are the only one I trust enough to confide in."
Now that she thought about it, she probably could of waited till tomorrow but she usually didn't go against her gut feelings and it had been her gut that told her she needed to talk to Sam tonight. Mid bite she cut the cake for both of them, putting the remains in his fridge for him to eat later.
"I went to Shreveport today, to a coven meeting, and I didn't like what I saw Sam. There is a girl there, Holly Cleary, she is a good person but she is being corrupted by the leader of that coven. I want to help her but the leader Hallow has her completely blind. And Hallow is the baddest of bad Sam, we are talking black magic, the kind that is going to bleed over into the supernatural community"
She brushed past him and took a seat on his couch, placing the plate on the coffee table. A heavy sigh left her lips as she lightly traced the outline of a heart against the wood grain of the coffee table. "That, and you keep making guest appearances in my dreams. I just wanted to make sure that the only supernatural power you have is shape shifting and not dream walking"
That had caught the faintest trait of a smirk, so it was completely hard to tell if she was being serious.. or if she wasn't.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jul 7, 2011 7:48:54 GMT -7
"Well, hello to you too Sam"
Sam made a noncommittal noise and moved aside, allowing her to pass him into the trailer so she could set the cake down.
"Well, at least your stove isn't broken, though I don't imagine you use it that much"
The jab made him frown. “What are you doing here, Brandy?” He watched her pulling the dishes down from the cabinets, and it was almost surreal. Like she belonged there, or they made some previous engagement that he knew nothing about. Sam didn’t know really what to say about it, or what to think. When she pushed the food across the counter at him, he looked at it and then at her, as if trying to find some clarification.
"I needed to talk to someone about some things I discovered tonight, and you are the only one I trust enough to confide in."
That comforted him a little, and Sam nodded slowly, picking up his fork. “All right.” He cut a small bite of lasagna and brought it to his mouth, chewing as he watched her. “What’s up?” His eyes followed her as she moved to put the leftovers in the fridge, quietly pleased. It saved him the trouble of having to find himself something later, that was for certain.
"I went to Shreveport today, to a coven meeting, and I didn't like what I saw Sam. There is a girl there, Holly Cleary, she is a good person but she is being corrupted by the leader of that coven. I want to help her but the leader Hallow has her completely blind. And Hallow is the baddest of bad Sam, we are talking black magic, the kind that is going to bleed over into the supernatural community"
Sam sighed, setting his fork down. He was tired of fucked up shit going on around him, because it had a way of coming and biting him in the ass. All he wanted was to run his bar in peace, not deal with maenads and fairies and… witches, now. “How do you know?”
He turned so he could still be facing her when she moved to the couch, not bothering to follow.
"That, and you keep making guest appearances in my dreams. I just wanted to make sure that the only supernatural power you have is shape shifting and not dream walking"
That gave Sam pause, and he looked at her as he tried to gauge her reaction. “Last I checked.” He returned her smirk, but it didn’t seem as heartfelt as hers, as if he wasn’t sure if he should be laughing… or something else.
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Post by BB on Jul 7, 2011 16:04:41 GMT -7
“How do you know?”
Now it was Brandy's turn to frown at him, he was questioning her as if he was suspicious of her. The thought had made her put her food down on the table and lean back against the couch to cross her arms and give him a disapproving look.
"Sam, I hope you don't think for a moment I'm making all this shit up. I will have you know I only have the best intentions for the people around me and this town. Especially because you are one of the people around me, you weren't really paying attention when I told you I cared about you were you?"
She really wondered what had happened to Sam all these years, he didn't trust anybody nor did he seem to ever want to trust anybody. It was hard for her, because she already trusted him.
"I know because I am perceptive Sam, and I am a good witch. I can feel the darkness inside her - it is so thick it was almost suffocating me tonight. I'm scared Sam, but I know I have to be strong. Holly is a powerful witch, the most powerful witch there aside from myself and Hallow but Hallow has her so wrapped around her finger that I have to try and do this on my own. I need you to trust me Sam, even if you have never trusted anybody else in your life, I need you to trust me with this."
Could she make Sam trust her? Hardly. And even if she could, it would take magic and she would never do that to Sam. A heavy sigh left her lips as she closed her eyes.
"I need a good and stiff drink"
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jul 8, 2011 18:53:36 GMT -7
Sam wasn’t oblivious to the look that Brandy was giving him, that was for sure. However, it was a fair question- Sam had been dragged into enough shit over the last few years to be more than leery of acting on hunches. He would admit he didn’t know much about witches, or how they operated- he had gone out of his way to be far from the house when Brandy’s family practiced, after seeing Maryann’s flip outs- but that didn’t make Brandy an expert, either.
"Sam, I hope you don't think for a moment I'm making all this shit up. I will have you know I only have the best intentions for the people around me and this town. Especially because you are one of the people around me, you weren't really paying attention when I told you I cared about you were you?"
“I don’t for a moment doubt that you care about those around you.” Sam’s voice was reasonable, but his eyes were dark. “I just think you might be jumping the gun a little is all.” He didn’t understand what she was getting so defensive about. It wasn’t like he said she was lying, or trying to start something. He would never say it, but what he did think was that Brandy was looking for some subconscious way to ingratiate herself into a new place- and what better way than to rescue them all from some threat? Sam had been there- he understood the motives.
"I know because I am perceptive Sam, and I am a good witch. I can feel the darkness inside her - it is so thick it was almost suffocating me tonight. I'm scared Sam, but I know I have to be strong. Holly is a powerful witch, the most powerful witch there aside from myself and Hallow but Hallow has her so wrapped around her finger that I have to try and do this on my own. I need you to trust me Sam, even if you have never trusted anybody else in your life, I need you to trust me with this."
“Everyone is capable of darkness, Brandy.” Oh yes, he definitely knew that. He had shown himself quite capable of it in shooting Tommy. “Can you prove that she’s acted on it? That she’s done something already? You can’t just go in half-cocked because someone ‘feels’ dark.” He ran a hand through his hair, his food momentarily forgotten. “Besides, what do you think I can do about it, anyway? I’m a shifter, not a witch.”
"I need a good and stiff drink"
At least he could provide that. He gestured to the cabinet where he stored his liquor. “Help yourself to whatever you can find.”
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Post by BB on Jul 8, 2011 21:50:52 GMT -7
“I don’t for a moment doubt that you care about those around you.”
Well at least he had given her that much, Brandy kept her eyebrow quirked – she was interested in listening to what he had to say. After all, they had a bond – as small as it was, it was still there. She wasn't lying when she told him that she trusted him, she didn't think she could ever lie to Sam. She just didn't have it in her. However, how many times had she heard that lies were almost always easier to hear than the truth? It all came back to who you trusted and who trusted you.
“I just think you might be jumping the gun a little is all.”
”Jumping the gun?”
Brandy seemed suddenly even more interested now, how was she jumping the gun? She was certain she was dead on when it came to Hallow and she didn't want to leave anything to chance.
“Everyone is capable of darkness, Brandy.”
A heavy sigh left her lips as she relaxed, turning her attention back to her half-eaten lasagna. There was a storm brewing outside and Brandy found herself looking toward the window as the world outside seemed to get even darker. It was inside of her to, she had just been fortunate enough to push it aside easier than most. At heart, Brandy was a good person and therefore a good witch – and she knew she saw that quality in both Holly and Sam. They both shined.
“Can you prove that she’s acted on it? That she’s done something already? You can’t just go in half-cocked because someone ‘feels’ dark.”
”I know what I felt Sam.”
A flash of lightning lit up the sky, leaving Brandy with a strange look on her face – how did this storm develop so fast?
“Besides, what do you think I can do about it, anyway? I’m a shifter, not a witch.”
”Touche. But you are still a part of the supernatural Sam, and right now you are the only friend I've got.”
When Sam told her she could help herself she had got up and went to his liquor cabinet. At least he had spiced rum, so she poured herself a glass and topped it up with the root beer he had in his fridge. She cradled the glass in her hand and walked over to the window as the rain started to come down.
”With the way this storm came suddenly, I wonder if Hallow isn't somehow behind it”
Was she being paranoid? Maybe, but it was rare that Brandy's gut feelings steered her wrong.
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Post by Sam Merlotte on Jul 17, 2011 21:49:38 GMT -7
Sam had to admit- in most situations, he wasn’t fazed. When dead people showed up in the parking lot, he had been the one comforting his friends while the police dealt with it. When bad luck befell others, he frowned and sympathized, but didn’t get too depressed about it. Unless his anger was piqued, Sam was generally a good person to have in an emergency, and an even better person to give advice. He couldn’t help it if Brandy wasn’t willing to take it, but he was trying to do her a favor. Apparently she didn’t see it that way, however.
”Jumping the gun?”
“Yes.” Sam wasn’t trying to insult her, though he could see his intentions had gone awry. He didn’t want Brandy to rush into something to find it had been a grave mistake, or get herself killed because she hadn’t properly thought it through.
”I know what I felt Sam.”
“I’m not saying you’re not in touch with your instincts, or… whatever. Brandy, is it worth it? Say you are right, do you really think you can deal with something like this- something as big as you claim it is? Don’t let your pride get all ruffled, but think about it. She has a coven. You don’t. You’re one witch.”
He glanced at the window as a flash of lighting lit up the sky, shaking his head slowly. Storms weren’t unusual, but this was a fast one.
”Touche. But you are still a part of the supernatural Sam, and right now you are the only friend I've got.”
“I’ll support whatever you decide to do,” Sam said slowly, already having a feeling he was going to be regretting those words. “But that still doesn’t mean I can help you. Last I checked, witches are stronger than I am.” And maenads… and vampires…
He gestured for her to pour him a glass as well- with the way this conversation was going, he needed it.
”With the way this storm came suddenly, I wonder if Hallow isn't somehow behind it”
“I doubt it. It’s just a summer storm.”
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