March is National Women’s History Month

Purple_selfieMarch is National Women’s History Month.

In this thirty-one-day calendar span that is neither winter or spring, that comes in roaring like a lion and out like a lamb, we celebrate women!

Here is to those who pioneered art, literature, aviation, the sciences, medicine and architecture.  Women who were willing to sacrifice everything for their ideas:  Molly Pitcher, who could see the vision of a country ruled without a king.  While the British torched the White House, Dolly Madison secured our country’s greatest legacy, The Constitution, before fleeing the burning building.  How can we speak of great women in America without mentioning Harriet Tubman who helped to man the Underground Railroad.  And lastly, but certainly not least, the women who don the uniform of the United States military services, police officers, fire fighters, first-responders, and all those who serve selflessly in a humanitarian role.

We are the hands that rock the cradle and sometimes the world.  Some of our not-so-glamorous moments is when History records us as Jezebel, a name uttered in contempt or with a great deal of smug righteousness.  Mata Harie, a spy who bedded, learned and then handed over secrets to the Germans.  And there are several other names floating around out there that have had way too much press time the past couple of months that I refuse to mention here.

What is a girl to do?

I need someone with a little more clout and poetic heart than myself to tell all of you that I think that you are all heroes.  I checked with Billy Shakespeare (who wrote tremendous love sonnets but my Shakespearean professor insisted that these were tongue-in-cheek, written about other men…) pardon me while I roll my eyes.   So, he is indeed not the man to voice his opinion at this time.  (Way too much death, references to nunneries and hints of incest.)

And so, that leaves me (sorry folks) to write about the great heroines that grace and have graced my life.

Behind the beautiful faces that I encounter every day as I go to and fro are women that I have come to love and respect.  I know that behind that dazzling smile is a strength that cannot be measured with any highly calibrated scientific instrument.  We are the consummate professionals at what we do whether it is for pay or not.  We are fearless.  We face down anything or anyone that threatens our children or the sanctity of our home; customs officials’ whose language we do not understand and transportation officers with a list of reasons why our household goods can not be packed out in a timely manner…and the biggest boogie man of all…our own personal fears.  And all of this can happen in just a manner of seconds, less than sixty, but who is counting.

Remember Ginger Rogers who did all the same dance steps as Fred Astire, only backwards, in high heels and always in some type of long, flowing evening gown.   Well, that is us.  Not that our spouses’ agendas are the same as ours, but at times we must work through their system, with nothing to back us except the status of  “This is my wife…”  (Please pardon me while I have a laughing fit and fall out of my chair!)

And there are now seven days to payday with six unexpected guests coming to dinner.  Oh yes, and he just called again to inform you that he won’t be able to make the dinner party because he is at that moment out the door and will back on Tuesday…that would be, of course, the Tuesday two weeks from now…and he ends the phone conversation with “And say Babe, I know you are busy but could you possibly take ten minutes and pack a bag for me…and I guess you know that the baby is crying.”


Oh yes, we know…pardon us while we take a moment and then back to work.

Because our sisterhood has all experienced these smallish, last minute changes, more than once, it only takes one phone call and magically, many things are put in motion.  A casserole comes out of one neighbor’s freezer. There are now fresh tomatoes in your kitchen nurtured from the plant that you can see out your kitchen window, and from further down the street dessert appears at your door.

Perhaps March is the most appropriate month of all for us.  For at times we are the roaring rampart lion and other times the lamb.  But mostly, we exist someplace in the middle, always with grace and dignity sandwiched in between, just striving to be ourselves.

And so here is to us, the bearers of the xx chromosome.  Let us this month celebrate each other and our daughters as well, who will pioneer whatever fields their hearts take them too and some, whose names shall be recorded will shake the foundations of time with their accomplishments.

As for me, I know that my name will never be found in a history book or noted in any scholarly tome.  I find great comfort in that for I know that is not what I am about.  The greatest honor for me would be to find it etched in the hearts of the people that I love.





Gentle Readers,

Your life is a gift. At times you overflow with joy and other times you weep and you think the grief is going to consume you.

At times, life is just Embrace the Suck and frankly, from my point of view, nothing about this walk upon this Earth is fair.  Evil has its way and leaves the innocent trampled in its aftermath.

How do you let those moments define you?

My life is defined by my faith. Jesus did not promise me an easy ride through my time here on Earth. I am to play the hand I am dealt and walk by faith. My reward comes when my brother welcomes me Home and introduces me to my Father.

Sermon over. If you want to know what inspired these remarks, read on. For everyone else, be blessed and be the blessing.


Written: 6 February, 2020

Greetings one and all from beautiful Denver. We have a lovely view from outside the fourth-floor window at St. Anthony’s Hospital. I have an even lovelier view sitting across from me. That would be Bill, my husband, God’s very own gift from Him to me…and a gift to the rest of the world that knows this fabulous man.

On 2/2/20 we left Dulles and landed in Denver for our vacation.  We took a shuttle to Breckenridge and arrived at The Grand Colorado Resort. Since our room was not finished, we had lunch and they let Bill into the room and he changed and went skiing.

Around two-ish I checked into the room. The luggage was there waiting for us.

I am looking around. We did good! We traded our not this gorgeous time share for here. Tis indeed lovely, I am thinking and admiring the view. Snow abounds! The mountains are gorgeous!

There was a knock at the door. Opening it, there stood a guy with a small box that contained a bottle of wine, cheese/crackers, crackers/dipping sauce and some chocolate. Handing me the box, he left.

And I was thinking, well okay. We told them no, we did not wish to take the tour to buy into the time-share here. Perhaps this is just a small bribe to  get us to do the walk-about with one of their agents. Although, I am also thinking  I have never had this happen before!

Upon closer inspection, there is a card attached to the front. It says *Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! And I am looking at this and thinking What the fuck? I opened the card and inside was written Happy Birthday Ave Maria…and I thought to myself…how odd, that some would name their daughter after one of my favorite Christmas Carols…(a rough English translation is you are blessed among women and you are dealing with death. You can google this if you want specifics.)

Oops! Mistake! I said to myself. No Happy Birthday here! I opened the door to tell the man that this was not intended for us, but he had already left.

Then the room phone rang. Closing the door, I picked it up and it was a police officer telling me Bill was at the aid station downstairs and he had fallen. Well shit, I am thinking, he has blown out one of his knees.

My beloved had done 4 runs and made his way back to the bottom floor of the Grand Colorado where the ski lockers are located.

On 2/20 at 2:20 Bill died. (Google The Widow Maker, heart attack.)

Just as God has a plan for everything, there was an EMT and a doc just, you know, lounging around in the ski locker area.  (Oh ha ha….) Then about 30 seconds later, a ski patrol came in checking out for the day. (All of this was caught on their security feed.) When Bill hit the floor, he was dead. The EMT started compressions and they shocked him with the d-fib. He was down  for five minutes before he started breathing.

Ambulance left with him to the hospital in Frisco and as a nurse from the Aid Station at the Grand Colorado walked me out to the police car she had her arm around me and was holding my hand, her tone of voice saying it all…”Just so you know, this does not look good.”

And I am thinking, if an RN is upset…….. and so I started praying.

In Frisco, the docs had done everything they could but they are not a Trauma One hospital and he was having another heart attack as they loaded him onto a helicopter Life Flight and I watched him take-off to Denver.

I was praying the whole time as my beloved was in the air and on his way over the mountains…and I heard God say, “Baby Girl, I have this,” and I was flooded with a sense of peace.  My Father had this…I knew that. That the Creator of all had said no to death. In my spirit I was all woohoos! and eventually I was going to find a bottle of Scotch and offer my Father a toast. But for the time being, I had to keep the human together…no tears, no  falling apart…just belief and strength and faith. I knew my spirit would see me through, this human that I wear though, at times, I could just kick its ass.

The ground crew came over and gave me a hug. “Buy a lottery ticket,” he said.

I went back into the ER and collected Bill’s clothes. The doc who had worked on him said, “Buy a lottery ticket.”

The nice police officer that took me back to Breckenridge said, “You need to buy a lottery ticket.”

All I was thinking was, “Are you kidding? I just won the biggest lottery of all.  I cannot put a price tag on Bill, but apparently God can. Hello Life, my Father says Death can just go fuck off.

I cannot say enough good things about The Grand Colorado in Breckenridge. One of their employees volunteered to take me to Denver. Security had already loaded our suitcases onto a luggage cart and was waiting for me up in the room. They got me downstairs and into this Miss L’s car where she had a bottle of water and some Chex mix waiting for me.

Off we went to Denver, in record time, I might add. For those of you who know this route, there is a tunnel that goes under the mountain.

By the time we made the tunnel, I called and talked with a nurse in ICU who told me that the stint had been placed and Bill was right there with her and I would I like to talk to him?

Well Hell Yeah!  And so I did.

It is now 2/6/ 2020 @ 1128 hrs. The doc just said he could be discharged. Saturday, we will be on our way home after spending Friday with our friends, Bob and Susie who I cannot say enough good things about!  They were here that first night, took all our luggage home with them to Colorado Springs, and have been back to check in. They will pick us up today and get us to the airport on Saturday. Our ground support…God supplied us with His finest.

In that regard, you know who your family, is…


Mr. Bill hates hashtags…lolololololol….so here goes

#Washedintheblood #Godalwayshasthefinalsay #Bill1Death0 #Fuckdeath #walkinfaith #deathcanjustkissmyass

Today is Monday, February 10, 2020. Bill is good. No brain damage, no damage to his heart except the Pericardium, the sac that surrounds his heart. It is functioning about 70 percent and will continue to heal and get stronger.

Closing remarks: I know some of you are wondering did Bill see lights, were angels there to welcome him, etc? At least I had those thoughts….so when I got to the hospital and into his room in ICU eventually, I asked him. “What did you and Jesus talk about?”

There was a puzzled look on his face and he was concentrating. On his face, he was clearly attempting to recall something. “I don’t remember,” he finally answered me.

I will end with this:



*Please Note: People who have died and come back often take that time of death and date as their “new” birthday.

I am still laughing my ass off about the box that was delivered to the wrong door. Oh hah ha! That box was a little foreshadowing. I am indeed blessed among women. And Death…ha! God is my Father, Jesus is my brother, and Death can suck it and kiss my ass.

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,

Your old Auntie Carroll



Take No Prisoners, Curse the Moon

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The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own. This Story is rated M.



“Wish the fuck I could stay home on All Hallow’s Eve,” Eric said to no one as he slowed the Vette down to make the turn into the neighborhood that backed up to the strip mall.  The strong order of Were greeted him, the smell coming from the direction of his club. Always have a back up plan. That is why he was still alive.

Pulling into a home that he owned in this neighborhood, he parked the Vette in the garage, got out and was vamp speed past what was left of tonight’s Halloween decorations. The wind had been fierce. The storm, he knew was magical. Some weather charmer had tried to work his worst, destroying the evening for the children and pushing ill will out into the universe.

He was hovering up in the air, well above the radar of anyone who might be watching the skies. His concentration was the rear parking lot of Fangtasia.

“Well that is just fucking wrong,” he hissed as he watched two Weres battle by the back door of the club until both were dead, blood spatter everywhere.

“Take no fucking prisoners,” he rolled his eyes, as weird just continued to happen. A pickup full of Weres pulled up, threw the bodies into the back, howled, jerked off, and drove off.

Then he was watching  Pamela running in at vamp speed with something that resembled a combination of an extremely large Were and a Hell hound mix, heavy on the Hell…not only keeping up but nipping at her heels.

All this was oddly familiar. His internal radar when to red alert!  He saw, smelt, and heard evil.  All the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up. A very old coven with its roots dipping into the deep waters of innocent blood sacrifice had come calling!

Fangtasia had been warded against witches, and the occasionally misguided hound that meant them ill, as a bolt of lightning struck the hound and with a yelp, he went bounding off. But a full coven of the Old Continent that worshiped the evil chord of discourse could tell the supernatural world to kiss their collective evil asses on All Hallow’s Eve.  Especially when they carried the colored lights of their house. That meant that all of their sisterhood stood with them in this venture. And these horrible dwellers of puss and pestilence were somewhere fueling their magic.

There was no mistaking that smell of rot and decay, wrapped in ancient evil. And they worked for Catherine, the Queen of the Old Empire. This was not coming into his club! It was time to haul ass. It was him they wanted and he was all for dangling the bait that was The Viking. The magics that lived in his club were good souls. Everyone. They would not be tainted with this!

“Merlotte’s!” was all the time Eric had to mutter that one word  to give  Pamela her marching orders. He was proud of her always wanting to stand and fight, but fuck, sometimes you had to cut and run. The better part of valor, live to fight another day, yadda, yadda, yadda, was just to haul ass.

Sam Merlotte owned a bar and grill outside of nowhere Bon Temps. He knew this because he had sold Merlotte the property through one of his businesses. There were a couple of well placed vampire resting spots on the property if one knew where to look. Bon Temps. Yes, he mused as he dodged random spells being cast from the broom riders, who wanted to trap you in their lights.  Someone had the audacity to name the town Good Times.

But this was going to work for him tonight. Just like his lucky charm that his Grandmother passed to him worked for him every night. Merlotte’s had suffered from a tornado two nights  before  and it was closed until the repairs could be done. “You can piss and moan all you want about the Shifter being a low life shifter, but this is going to be the perfect place to regroup and lay low until the Bewitching Hour on All Saint’s Day rolls into town.  Zero three dark cannot get here fast, enough.”


As he sped out of Shreveport, the witches were following him. He could hear the cackling as they shouted how much they enjoyed the hunt and their lights danced across the sky like the bridge to Valhalla. Good. The club would be fine and life there would go on as usual.

He was taking no bets on Merlotte’s.

Slowing his approach, he could see the blue tarps that covered the roof and the west wall of the building. The storm that had passed through had been a towering inferno of destruction as it marched from New Orleans, north. The Queen’s residence had taken a hit, as well. Nothing like this, though. A micro downburst that had lasted five minutes had caused the excessive damage. Complete with a lightning strike that burned the north end of the building.

Entering the inside, he could smell the mold.  When the fire department showed up to put out the fire, they left their tell-tale signature. Water. And with Louisiana’s humidity, that was catastrophic.

Merlotte was going to be out of business for a while. Unless he had unlimited funds and folks that he could drop a dime on and get their asses out here 24/7 to get this piece of Were shit up and running.

“Shifters lead a double life

Death throws into their heart a knife.

Add a vampire into the mix

And shifter’s shit comes out their dicks,” Eric laughed to himself. The little on-dit had been inked onto an outhouse wall in Paris. Damn…that night had been the  very best of times…and possibly the worst!

Carefully he kept to the trees outside the rear entrance. The door was closed but the padlock had been removed.  Apparently Merlotte’s neighbors did not have a problem helping themselves to anything that was not tainted. He laughed out loud. It was all tainted!

Pam popped in. “This is good, Eric, but not the best. If they land before we activate the system, we are going to have to fight.”

“Take no prisoners,” he hissed to his child when she landed. His eyes surveyed the area. “Let’s get inside and down below.”

The door was locked. A cheap piece of business that could be opened with a credit card. Which he used to unlock the door.

Once inside, the mold was visible.  It would have to be a complete take down of the interior to get rid of the poison.

“Incoming,” Pam sighed with a grin as she hefted a butcher knife that was lying on top of the bar.

“Behind the bar, quick,” he mouthed to Pam. “Get ready to open the trap door.

My dear, darling Grandmother,” he blew her a kiss and spread out his hands. “Thank you for once more saving my life.” The witches were now window height, scanning for life inside the building.

Fluttering his fingers like he was playing the piano, he could  hear them talking above the moaning of the wind and the creaking of the tree limbs as they threw things into glass windows that were not broken out.

“Damn it all to hell!” one of them screeched. “We are denied entrance! That fucking full moon…Curse the Moon! Curse it! It is talking to everything that has an ear open tonight! I cannot scan for anything! I can not see anything! And it will not allow us entrance to the building! How is that possible? Curse the moon,” she yelled, shaking her fist at it.  “There is no taste, or touch or smell, there is no reason for this spell. I wish I had a plate of broken glass so I shove it up Northman’s ass. Fuck!” She screeched.  “Curse the moon,” she stood on her broom and lifted her robes. “Look at this unholiness,” she laughed as she straddled the handle and began to moan and wiggle about. “Oo-o-o-o… its beams of goodness, so gold, so righteous…makes me puke!

Give me my orgasm! I demand it!” There was a low, piercing moan as Hilda began to buck up and down, then sideways! “Give me…hit the fucking spot!  Just one more thrust!”

There was a clatter of wooden shoes hitting each other and then a thud as she hit the ground. “Just fuck and fall backwards in it,” she hissed as she hiked up her skirts and then began to back pedal away from the building. “There is some disease here, on the ground,” she moaned. “Broom, quick! I need to be away!”

“This place stinks of shifter,” Rhoda, the mistress of the thirteen hissed.  “The desperate type. He is hormone bound and jerking off non-stop…for…for…” she tasted the wind. “Some little twat by the name of Sookie…he desires to be her first. Why is she not here? We need a sacrifice! Curse the moon!” she screeched.

“I want to venture in,” Sorrow said. “I want this. Northman with his pants down and his dick marching to the beat of my desire. But we need an innocent to sacrifice. Where is this innocent Sookie,” the word slithered out of her mouth. “This one who holds herself above the physical sphere. Her blood would gain us purchase and we would not catch the Shifter Clap.”

“By all that is unholy,” Dirty shuttered. “Did you not hear Hilda. There is a pox on the earth, here. My sister died from the Shifter Clap. It was horrible. Ate her insides first and rotted off the rest of her body parts. While she lived…she lived through all of it until it ate her nose…collapsed it and all that putrid slim ran down her throat, choking her to death.”

“I have heard tales…” Leech shivered and pulled up a bit more on her broom. “Have never seen anyone with the Shifter Clap.”

“It is all true,” Sorrow drew a pentagram in front of her body, the color of her power radiating from it. “All true. And it happens so swiftly and the body must be burned and then the ashes spread in Holy Water…”

“What?” several hissed.

“All true….several died dealing with her remains. But dealt with they had to be. Shifter Clap is highly contagious. Can take out entire covens in one night.”

“By all that is unholy…I would still like a closer look at the spell that wards this place. It is powerful. And fueled by the cursed moon. Do shifters deal in moon magic?”

“Apparently this one does,” Streeter replied. “To get close, we would need a righteous sacrifice. This Sookie, she would be perfect but,” she screamed at the moon, “she is not here!”

“Nothing out here tonight to sacrifice,” Rhoda, replied. “Nothing that would be acceptable to our dark lord.”

“Circle back to Shreveport,” Eric heard one spit out. “Vikings are famous for doubling back and then trekking North.

What dickheads. Their mind set is that North can save them. Into the cold and frozen tundra and all that Were shit. I hope this Viking has that so ingrained in him that we catch up with him in Oklahoma City. My sisters both have covens, there. We shall see whose dark lord is the strongest.

Curse you!” she screamed at the moon. “I was promised Northman! I want fucking Northman! Curse you!” she screamed one more time, snot running from her nose and tears of anger mixed with the slime sludge going down her face, past her lips, past her chin.

Their screams of anguish filled the sky as they fled into the night, their lights of power holding no sway over the moon.

Pam shook his head no when Eric began to say something. Slowly her finger came up and pointed. There on the floor under a table with a scrub brush and a pail of soapy water and a shot gun in her hands was a female whose eyes were as round as the buttons on her chef’s jacket.

There was a vicious head shake from the woman, the bandana she had wrapped around her head giving way just a bit. She pointed East then West and made a twirling motion with her finger.

“Circling,” she mouthed. “Close by.

Three,” she held up three fingers and pointed East, “five,” she held up her hand and used it to make a forward motion to the West.

Eric was watching her…her movements were sure and steady…was she frightened, that was a great big fuck yeah! But she was doing a very fine job dealing. Perhaps this was not her first rodeo with the unseemly.

Right now, she seemed to be listening. To what, he was not for real sure. But clearly, her attention was elsewhere.

“Leaving…but not all…arguing about who stays…” she mouthed at him. Slowly and deliberately so that he could understand.

With a tilt of her head, she held her breath and then slowly let it out. “Two,” she mouthed, “out in the trees on the left,” she pointed. “Off their brooms. They have their backs against each other. Watching all four areas. They say you are a great warrior and to be prepared with your take not prisoner tactics. One had fought a war with you, before. Paris…” Sookie’s focus shifted back to him, and she smiled at what she was so obviously hearing.

For a moment, Eric grinned back. “All true,” he smiled at her.  But this was no time for his bullshit! Their lives were at risk, here. “Others?” he asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “Two,” she motioned again and pointed toward the front of the building. “Waiting…and smoking…some type of weed mixed with something…and drinking…something home brewed…they know you trekked this way…they seem to think that you are still in the area…something about…how vampires…” her eyes got rounder as she looked at him… “how vampires leave no trace…no signature…” she shrugged. “A shadow without a shadow…” her attention was fully on him as her eyes flitted over his being. “Yes…” she nodded her head slowly. “The moon loves you and hates them. Never have they seen such a moon so you must be close.”

Then her head was back in the game.  “But they are not sure…things are muddled…disjointed…they keep getting flashes of their own deaths…and the two left are uneasy…and…and…pissing themselves.”

“Where are they exactly?”

“There is an open grove of five trees about one hundred feet to the right of the lot. Not on Sam’s land. They can tell…” her attention once more went elsewhere. “That the land is not his…they are watching the skies…”

“Pamela, would you like to do the honors?”

Grinning, the exceptional child of the world’s greatest maker picked up the butcher knife.

“Take no prisoners,” he saluted her.

“All hail the moon,” she grinned. Then poof! She was gone.

Then she was back. “The area where they sit has been doused with salt. Not of my doing.” With a nod and a two fingered salute to Eric, a bow to the lady under the table, The Viking’s Child in the world’s most expensive shoes was gone without one drop of blood splatter on her.

Eric low crawled his way to the woman under the table. “Eric Northman,” he said extending his hand to her as he stood.

“Sookie Stackhouse,” she replied as she scrambled up with the shot gun tucked under her arm.

“What was that about?” her voice trembled a bit. Certainly nothing that a human would hear, but he did.

“An unholy coven that worships a dark lord. They were looking for me.”

“And an innocent  sacrifice,” she nodded.  “That would have been me. Not been physical on the sphere. Fancy way for saying I am still a virgin. You…you know that about me?”

“Yes,” Eric nodded. “Smell,” was all he said.

Closing her eyes and letting go of a sigh, she straightened her shoulders and continued on. “You did something with your hands.  Looked like you were playing the piano. The movements reminded me of when Gran will play the Hallelujah Chorus.

Are…,” she pointed with her head.  “Are they the ones responsible for those children who have gone missing the past couple of months? The ones that just vanished on their way home from school?”

There was sorrow in her voice. Someone in her life had not come back. “Possibly,” he replied. “I do not know.”

“Are those two dead now?” Her voice was low and pained.

“That I do know and perhaps you do not want too.”

Shrugging she looked back under the table at the tools of her trade for that evening. “I need to get back to work. I was cleaning…when…when they came riding up.”

“Merlotte leaves you here by yourself, to do this?”

Shrugging, she closed her eyes and began, her blue eyes meeting his. “I need the money and he is paying me time and a half. I have been here all day, doing some inventory, throwing out food,  that kind of thing. The moon was bright enough tonight that I thought I could clean the ovens, anywhere there is porcelain.   Just spray on the cleaner and leave. Then I am OCD enough to wipe down the bar so that does not have to be replaced. Get the water up off the floors.  Save Sam some money.”

“Miss Stackhouse, if I might be so bold, there is a fine crop of black mold growing in here. You should not be in here without a full hazmat suit.”

“What?” there was shock in her voice.

“Merlotte knows this. Which is why he is paying you time and a half. As opposed to the thousands of dollars it is going to take to sanitize this building before workers can gut it, in full hazmat.  Bleach down everything, in full hazmat.   And the rebuild is going to cost him a fortune. He would be better off just to burn it to the ground and collect the insurance.”

“What?” There was disbelief and also now anger.

This woman was something, something special. A one-up in a world that was going to Were shit! Magic was magic was magic…but the world was changing. And the magic was changing to keep up. There was a darkness that he was  constantly pushing out at with all his might. This was his new norm. And it was tiring and it pissed him off!  “And he has desires for you and this is how he treats you?”

“I do not listen in on my friends…or try not too,” she sighed. “They called him a shifter…” her voice was low.

“Let’s go someplace we can talk, not in here,” Eric leaned down so that they were eye-to-eye. “For you to be here is a genuine health hazard.”

“Sam told me being with a vampire was a health hazard.”

“He would be correct. But Miss Stackhouse, you seem to come with something extra…an  interesting something extra…something that I would be willing to pay for if you were to use your powers for good for me.”

“Wouldn’t that make them…well you know…I don’t know you…so maybe I would be working for evil as well.”

“True,” he nodded as he took her elbow and propelled her towards the door. “But let us agree, for this moment, that the evil that we just witnessed does not deserve a second chance. Or even a first one.

In Paris, during a blizzard, I ventured into a witch filled bar.  I knew better but my ego insisted that I go out and taunt the ladies. My life that night was saved by a telepath. She was  no one of consequence. Just stood in the shadows of the different doorways trying to keep warm when she was not selling her body for sometimes nothing more than a morsel of food.

I took her from that life. Her work for me was invaluable. With the money I paid her, she became a philanthropist. Destitute women, children, hospitals. All benefited from her generosity. She now has a library in Paris named after her and her name lives on through the ages.

We need someplace to talk. We are both in danger until three. Then starts All Saints Day and their dark power crawls back into the pit for another time.

And Sam warned you of vampires? Do they come here?”

“There is one that moved in across the graveyard from us. A Bill Compton. Gran said his family were yellowbellies during the war and were shunned. He has stopped by the bar for a True Blood.”

Eric stopped and turned to look at her. “Miss Stackhouse, you are a veritable treasure trove of information. Of the type for which I would gladly put you on payroll.”

“Seriously,” she hesitated at the door and her eyes carefully searched his face. “That sounds like a come-on line. I don’t do come-on lines. But I cannot hear your thoughts so that puts me in somewhat of a peaceful, quiet, unheard of…pardon the joke…” she laughed at herself, “situation.”

“Can’t read vampires?” he asked.

“No,” she shook her head. “And I have to tell you, I like the quiet.”

Eric stepped out into the moonlight. He lit up like a golden Viking warrior of old, Sookie thought. Just like the ones you saw in the museum books.

“Her name was Delores,” he continued on.  “The other telepath I knew. She could not read vamps, either.”

“So, what is a shifter?” she asked as they stepped back into the shadows of the building, both listening as they walked towards the woods.

“They can shift to whatever animal they want. Some of them can even skin walk, become different people. They are different from Weres who can only shift to wolf.”

“You mean there are Were wolves, also?” she took a step closer to him, her eyes riveted on his.

“Yes,” Eric nodded.

“So…so Sam could shift to a dog? I mean a small, cute loveable dog?”

“Been one around your house?” Eric asked nonchalantly.

“That ass hole,” she whispered with venom. “This pup comes around every morning at our back door. Has since I started working here when I was sixteen. Looking for handouts. Gran always fixes an extra bowl of oatmeal for him. Thing is, we can’t always afford an extra bowl of oatmeal.”

“Survive this night, Miss Stackhouse, and agree to work for me and money will no longer be a problem for you.”

“What will be a problem for me?” she asked.

“Everything else…Trouble is my middle name. But with you, I could just maybe keep in front of who or what is looking for me.”

They both turned and looked at the same time as two trucks pulled up, with the lights out.

Both trucks were at the end of the parking lot. One was gunning his engine. Tires screeched and the truck roared ahead. Before the truck hit the building, the driver jumped out and landing gracefully on his feet, he  jogged back to the other truck, got in and drove off.

You could feel the impact as the truck hit and the smell of gasoline filled the air. Then smoke.

“As I was saying, the best thing to do would just be to torch it. Where is your car?”

“In the shop. Gran dropped me off earlier. I told her I would call when I was finished. And if I had not called by midnight just to come and get me and honk the horn.

Only I cannot call her now because the building is on fire….” Her voice trailed off.

“You don’t have a cell?”

Sookie just looked at him. There was a faint glimmer of tears in her eyes. “Here,” she gave him a weak smile,  “have a taste of my interpretation of folks Crazy Sookie stare. We have a land line.  That is all we can afford.

Do…do you think they knew I could have been in there?” there was no holding back the tears.

“I think they did not care,” Eric replied as he pulled her up next to him.

“Let me drop you off at home. I am going to check on the Old Compton place and then I will be back to chat you up,” he grinned.

“Okay,” she nodded and then squealed as they were airborne, looking down on the earth.

“Show me where you live,” he whispered in her ear.

“Follow that road,” she giggled back. “And…and…” her voice got more excited as they began to move. “Those lights are town. Those lights to the West are the street lights that take you out of town and out to our house.

See,” he could feel the smile that covered her face, “see the glow of that porch light and that one little tiny light out by the tool shed, that is where I live.”

“Which way is the grave yard?” he asked her as they floated along.

“Look to the right of the tool shed. If you just keep looking right there is a cemetery and just keep looking right and you will see the Old Compton Place.

Oh, you can see it just fine from up here. There…” her voice trailed off. “Some type of vehicle just pulled in.”

“A truck,” Eric hissed. “Miss Stackhouse, take yourself and your shotgun into the house and you can wait for me downstairs. This should take me about….well,” his fangs dropped down over his boyish grin, “not long.”

“Take no prisoners,” she echoed his words from earlier.

“Take no prisoners,” he winked at her, as they floated down, placed her on the porch, watched her go in and listened for her to lock the door. When he heard the deadbolt and her cock the shot gun, his smile got even bigger. “Could be love,” he chuckled to himself as he took off to oversee Billy the Boob’s last ever big mistake.

Landing on the roof,  he sent out the call to his child.

Once he knew she was on her way, he listened to the conversation coming up the chimney. Not very high tech but it was an elegant way of a by-gone era.

“Here is twenty thousand,” he heard Merlotte’s voice. “Another twenty thousand  when the insurance comes through.”

“Pity about the little blonde,” and you could hear the greasy undertones of Bill’s vampire fuck and suck voice.  “In some circles, she would have brought a decent price.”

“Fuck that,” Sam said. “Her working tonight was fucking perfect. Just like there was  a plan. A jealous boyfriend killed her in a rage of despair. Or however they want to piece this together. I will tell them about the part-time job she had in Northman’s fangbanger’s bar. All very hush-hush because she did not want her Gran to know. But I will tell the locals that some guy had been coming around. Throw them off our scent and into Shreveport.

In the morning they will find her bones and with any luck there will be a full-on manhunt for the perp who stole that truck.

What do you think? Was Sookie banging some good looking college boy or was he old and worn out and butt ugly?”

“Somewhere in between,” Bill cautioned. “Just Joe average. Brown hair, brown eyes, six feet. One-eighty, maybe. Could be anyone. Could just be Joe Average that killed her.”

“Or maybe,” Eric grinned as he blew open the door, “Her Nordic god-like lover came to her rescue and it was just dumber that Were Shit and his brother, Dumber and Lower than Were Shit that tried to kill her. Gentlemen, I have good news for you on this All Hallow’s Eve. Miss Sookie yet lives and I can tell you, she makes my heart beat. With my brawn and her telepathic ways, we shall be the next super heros. The Viking Vampire and Perfection.

But for now, it is a take no prisoners kinda scenario. Which is a mercy for you. So my child will not keep you alive for days and torture you.”

Sticking his hands into their chests and lifting both up by their hearts, their feet were dangling off the ground as blood bubbled up out of their mouths.

“Speaking of which. My child is inbound. And I do believe I smell silver chains…and maybe a silver enema or two. You two have been very naughty and probably need your mouths washed out as well.

Ahhh, child,” he looked over and smiled at her as she blew into the house.

“Fuck Eric, you are really the best daddy maker in the world…but fuck, they are just about dead. And I brought my bag of tricks and treats.”

“Make them bleed, child, and take no prisoners.”

“Well fuck, Eric,” she kicked at the floor,” the Shifter just bled out. And there is now a ripe something that is dripping out of his pants.

But Bill,” she sighed. “Just a little extra special something for you. Everyone in the Old World is raving about the Silver Worm. You know, it goes up your willy,” she took out something that resembled a drain snake,  “and crawls its way  through until it hits your brain. Granted that is not a very big target in your case, but the faster I turn the crank, the fast it gets there. And I have people to eat, shoes to shop and Vegas to run. So, I cannot take the time to do this properly. So down and dirty it shall be.”

“Child,” Eric smiled at her as she ripped off Bill’s pants, crushed his voice box and inserted the device. “Take no prisoners. Do Daddy proud. Oh, and burn the place. Start with the bodies.

I feel a storm coming on.”

“Always, my maker,” she batted her eyelashes at him and bending down, began the earnest review of the newest movie she had just seen as William T. Compton, known in vampire circles as Billy the Boob or Lower than Were Shit for Brains, spent his final moments at the hands of one of the most beautiful vampires ever to walk the earth. And they were not good moments, gentle readers. All to ghastly and horrific to take into account, here. But take joy in knowing his silent screams were so fierce that they vibrated the witches that were out riding their brooms, off, and they fell headlong into the unforgiving light circus they had surrounding them.

But on the plus side, the fire that Pamela set was hot, fast and perhaps a bit randy, if a fire could burn with passion and desire. But of course, the flames were set by one of the deadliest vampires to walk the planet, so perhaps, just maybe, the flames devoured the two with a craving and lust it had never felt, before. Go Mistress Pamela!

As Eric walked through the grave yard, he could smell the smoke and burning flesh. Pam always liked a hot fire. She was a girl who knew how to get the job done.

“Don’t want to catch the woods on fire,” he smiled, rubbing his hands together, he felt the wind caress his skin and the sky began to rumble.

“Give me a touch of lightning,” he made the double stack ZZ in the air with his finger. There was a crash and a flash, followed by another, as the rain began.

“Excellent,” he grinned as he approached the house. “Miss Sookie has lit a fire. Definitely my kind of woman.”

Knocking on the front door, Sookie was there immediately and opened it.

“You have to invite me in,” he smiled at her. “Or, we can sit here on the porch and watch it rain and talk. I think all the immediate threats have been neutralized for now.”

“I told Gran,” her eyes never left his. “She said if I wanted to invite you in it was okay. You need to meet her, though. She is waiting for you in the living room…which actually, is just the other side of this door.

Can you agree to that?”

“Yes,” he replied. “And if at anytime I worry you, just say I revoke your invitation. Or better yet,” he took out his cell and dialed a number.

“Samuel my brother,” Eric grinned at the screen. “I need you to chaperone me, this dark.”

There was a soft voice with a slight accent. “Oh to be so blessed, Eric. What is the occasion.”

“I am going to enter the home of one Sookie Stackhouse and her Gran. I told them to revoke my invitation if I worried them. But with you on guard, I know I will do nothing unseemly. And if I do, you must promise to hunt me to the ends of the earth and destroy me.”

Sookie was watching the screen.

The handsome man, smiled. You could see his joy there in his eyes. “Is she the one, my brother? The one your grandmother foretold? The Telepath? Is she blonde? Does she have blue eyes? And most importantly, is she immune to your bullshit?

And of course I will do as you wish,” was said with much fanfare.

“Miss Stackhouse,” the oldest living vampire began with a bow, “I do so promise to uphold this vow. If my brother Eric, does anything he should not and I will be watching,” he stressed,  “I will end his life.”

“Me boy’o,” Samuel was shoved out of the way and there appeared a young man with flaming red hair and a smile that could charm a leprechaun. “Is she the one? I heard the words! A chaperone and the sacred vow we all took to protect this woman that you shall love. Ian,” the ginger turned and shouted across the room. “Are you a’hearin’ this? Eric has found The One!”

“We are in Dallas,” a voice with a very British boarding school accent chimed in. “We could be in-bound in ten minutes. We can chaperone in person. My very dear and ever so charming Miss Stackhouse,” a different face appeared on the screen.  This one with brown hair and matching brown eyes. “Just keep him on the porch until we get there. And if at all possible, we would like to be there when he asks permission to call you by your first name.”

A shout of “Tally Ho!” was sounded out by three distinct male voices and the screen went dead.

“We are going to have company,” Eric said with a small, tight smile on his face. “Do not worry, you will be more than safe. Samuel, my oldest brother is, as far as we know, the oldest living vampire and he was with Moses when his God parted the Red Sea. He is a very devout Jew, my brother.”

“How…how do I know that to be the truth?’ Sookie asked him.

“Miss Stackhouse, I am many things. I delight in lying to my queen; The Vampire Court of the Old World and perhaps on my taxes. But I do not lie to my friends. By all accounts, you helped to save my life tonight. That makes you much more than a stranger or a casual acquaintance.”

“Did…did he really mean those things about your grandmother?”

“My grandmother,” Eric began slowly and carefully. “Was the wise woman of our clan. She was smart and she was mystical. A great spiritual force, and she wore a human that had done it all and had dealt with the good and the unseemly. I loved her with all that I was. And I still do. She spoke many prophecies concerning me. Most of which I have seen come to pass. Perhaps the most spectacular and farthest-fetched was when she dreamed of me in a land far away in a time ages into the future. There would be a woman who would re-define my world and walk side-by-side  with me on the battle field, sword-for-sword. Life-for-life. That she would kill any who thought to destroy me.  That she would become my all and I would gladly give my own life to save hers. All that I have would be hers. To include my soul. That she was just as stubborn and bull head as myself. Would call me on my bullshit and kick my ass to the curb when needed with her sheer strength of will. If you are this woman,  then you are just as fierce as you are beautiful.

Are you asking me if you are that woman? I do not know. But you do live in a land far away from my Viking roots and you are a thousand years in my future. Telepath. Blonde, perhaps, under your turban and your eyes are definitely blue. You know your way around that shot-gun and I would be willing to be you can hunt, clean and then cook your own kill.  I admire that in a woman. Reminds me of my grandmother.

Now, given my long past, that could be one of many girls I know. Except for the telepath, part.”

“I can hear the truth in your words. And also the truth in those of your friends. How dangerous can get this get?” she asked.

“Extremely. Exceedingly.”

Nodding her head as if seeing into the future, her eyes were once more back on him. “What if I turn on you. I get a better offer. I mean, they were looking for you, tonight.”

“Miss Stackhouse, I do not mean to disagree with you, but  I doubt that. I know today’s generation. Self-absorbed; all about the righteous, self-centered me.  Your hands tell me you work for a living. Scars from cuts and one or two from burns. Your right shoulder is just a bit lower than your left. You wait tables. You carry heavy loads balanced on your right shoulder. You are like a warrior who has carried his pack for so long it is second nature to him. Shoulder it and move out, because that is the job. Their body testifies to this. Just like your body testifies. There is no shame and only honor in what you do. You work hard for your daily bread. The only shame  comes to those that would judge you for being so diligent.”

Gran opened the door. “I have been standing here listening, Mr. Northman. I am Adele Stackhouse, Sookie’s gran, please come in.”

“Miss Adele,” he said with a bow. “I thank you for your trust. But sincerely, I would rather wait on the Triad that is inbound. Probably with Clifford, Samuel’s majordomo riding on his back.

Clifford keeps a backpack full of emergency rations for just such an occasion. There shall be nice things to eat while Clifford putters about your kitchen and the boys take full stock of my embarrassment and your granddaughter’s exceptional qualities.”

“Are you blushing?” Sookie asked as she pushed him closer to the porch light.

“That would be very rare if I did,” was his response.

“Your face just got redder, to include the tips of your ears. You said you did not lie to your friends. So this is the deal breaker, what is going on?”

“Not going on, Miss Stackhouse, but what I have not told you is the very last words my grandmother spoke over me while she was dying.”

“Yes,” Sookie made a come-on motion with her hand.

“She told me,” his voice was low and embarrassed, “that this woman that I would love. That we were destined. That because of her, I would understand why the evil ones curse the moon and I dance naked under it.

Evil knows that it fills the night with a calming effect and evil hates the calm.

This is what I have found true to be about you. You are very calm. And in the moonlight, I see things that linger about you.”

Eric was shifting about.  “The boys,” he raised his hands and put them back down.  “They want to meet you so that you know they will always have your back. Because they desire wives, our daughters. Grandmother told me she would have my children and my children would become the soul-mates of my brothers.”

“What?” Sookie took a step back.

Eric gave her a small smile. “So if you are not the one, Miss Stackhouse, just enjoy the show. They will tell you all of my embarrassing moments and possibly lie about a few others.

My brothers,” his voice was earnest, “they are good…men… no longer describes them. But as human, they were the best the world had to offer. They long for those human things they were denied.  And once they experience your goodness and gentle ways, and the serene moonlight that flows from your pores and engulfs all, they are going to want to repose in that peacefulness that surrounds you the rest of their lives. They are going to want that for their own.  I know I do.”



Dear Readers,

This was my one-shot Halloween story.  Seriously, a one-shot! Please stop laughing, you know I can hear you!

A happy belated Halloween!

I am now selling real estate in Crazy!

Still working on my original fiction.

Have started Christmas….oy vey!

On to the holidays and the Holy Days.

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,










































Epilogue: The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon—Chapter 17

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Epilogue: Chapter 17

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own. This Story is rated M.

Epilogue:  The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 17



Bill kept looking at his phone. It would light up from time to time with the Judge’s name as the who was calling. It had been that kind of night.  The phone calls had stared with this new dark and just seemed to keep coming!  “I am just wondering how fucked I am?”

He did not have Sophie-Anne in his possession. He did not have any of her information in his possession. What few codes he had known, she had changed them once the fire had started. So that is where she had disappeared too. Just fuck the luck!  Obviously, she did not worry about scorching her own skin, oh no, not her! She was more concerned with her money than getting her own people out!  What kind of queen was she! Selfish bitch! That is what she was! It really was all about her!


So here he was…he had taken every precaution he could think of…actually dug a hole in the ground in a cemetery so it was concentrated ground and covered himself up. He might still be awake but you would not bleed if you were buried in your own dirt. That is why he had high-tailed it home. Went over to the grave yard that was a bit on their property line and hunkered down, waiting for what he did not know. But if it was Armageddon, he was not going to be the sacrifice that made it happen.

And every time his phone would ring, it would sound like tasty snack, tasty snack, tasty snack…

When Bill had ignored the call for the 5thtime he closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep. He was a vampire, he should be sleeping,  not answering a phone! Of course, that did not explain the phone calls he had ignored since the new dark.

“Momma,” he cried out in anguish, “Momma, please talk to Jesus. Please tell him I was kidding when I told that foul creature he could have my soul in exchange for glory and gold here on earth! Momma you know I am your good boy,” he sobbed, “please Momma, I need you to be speakin’ to the angles and tell them I was only foolin.” His tears mingled with the dirt, making a mess all over his face and his shirt. It was time to rest. Sleep! The blessed relief was taking over, as he shut off his phone and slipped away to the sound of baying hounds.


It was still morning, a quiet time here on Earth. The sun just cresting the horizon, the birds waking up and singing, evil thinking it could walk one more day.

Gabriel slowed down the truck on Hummingbird Lane and called out to the Hell Hounds. “Hey good boys,” she grinned and tossed them both a snack. “I have some digging I need you to do for me.”

The both sat and wagged their tails so hard they began to lift up off the ground.

“I just got us some work!  One William T. Compton has asked his Momma to talk to the Boss Man. And you know what she did?”

“Ooo-o-o-o-OOOOO!” they both laughed.

“That is correct,” Gabriel tossed all six heads another snack. “She  told Him that  she has been watching that no good son of hers and to take his ass straight to Hell. Fortunately, Boss Man feels the same way. So let’s dig him up and haul his ass out into the light and into the back of my trash truck. Judas would love to have the company.

You should be able to smell Bill’s blood from here. And we don’t want him to burn in the light, so you know, dog slobber all over him and then haul his ass out. We want him upright and walking on his own two feet so you chase him into the back of hm-h-h-h-h…what was it Judas used to call the back of my trash truck?  Oh, that’s right, Sanctuary,” she chuckled as she watched six noses go up into the air, the baying started and the search was on!

Bill could hear them…the hounds of hell howling in the distance! Somehow, he knew they were coming for him! Fear gripped him when a howl went off over his grave and then he heard the pawing…someone or thing was removing the dirt at a high rate of speed with a lot of growling and low rumbling from deep with the pits of hell fire!

Frantically, he was trying to dig deeper when the first paw hit him and he screamed when a head appeared, then another, then another! All three mouths grabbed him and pulled him up onto the top of the dirt, shredding his clothes in the process until he had on nothing!

Then they began to vomit…great vast quantities of regurgitated   yuck covered him!

The smell was over whelming as the slime crawled over him and into every crease, crack and crevasse! He began to wretch himself! Blood spewing out and covering his body and the ground! The gore was horrifying! That surely had not all come out of him!

That just seemed to excite the dog even more as he was pulled out by his hair and into the light….and then the terror and the shakes set in, there was another one! Two hell hounds! This was a nightmare! He was surely in his down time, somewhere lost between the two worlds of fear and anxiety that was eating away at his brain! He was here in the sun and not burning! This had to be a nightmare because this could not be real.

“Seriously,” he heard the female’s voice, “you are not good or righteous and not even worthy of being the boys’ meal. They just want to play with you…you know remove a few limbs for all of eternity so that you will always be easy prey and a meal for those that are feeble but faster than you.”

“What?” he tried to rise but a paw was placed on his chest and he was once more anchored in the bloody mulch that had once been him!

“Hell bound you are, Billy Boy. When you deal yourself into the Fallen’s network, well, there are serious consequences to pay. Especially when you try to take down an innocent. Handing Miss Sookie over to Leroy…bad mistake. Thinking you would have bragging rights for killing The Viking was just wrong on so many levels.  So it will not be the Hallelujah chorus that will be welcoming you,  just screams of pain. The loudest will be your own.”

“You cannot judge me,” Bill yelled. “I have rights. My momma had me baptized in  Back Creek. Preacher came especially that Sunday just for me. We had fried chicken and sweetened rhubarb with our cornbread and a lemon meringue pie to celebrate the occasion. I am sanctified in the eyes of God.”

“Not my God,” she smiled at him as the hound removed the paw from his chest and Gabriel grabbed him by the legs and began pulling him along the ground.

As he bumped along, he screamed every obscenity he knew, demanding to be heard by someone other than a lackey!

“And,” he managed to get out. “I am still alive. You cannot cast me to anywhere while I yet live.”

Gabriel stopped and turned to look at him. “You met the true death when you vomited out your insides.”

“What?” he looked up at her.

“Yes,” she nodded. “The pups thought they could have a little fun with you but you got so scared you vomited out all of your blood and that ended your sad and disgusting life.”

“What?” he gasped out.

“Judgement day, Mr. Compton, has arrived. I am merely the currier. You will accompany me to your final destination.”


“Well, there are a few who live in the back of my trash truck where the glory of God shines on them nonstop. They prefer this to Hell. I cannot imagine why.”

“That is what I want,” he yelled at her and shook his fist. “That it was I deserve! The glory of God. Cast me into hell I think not. A trash truck was nowhere in my Sunday School lesson so I think that is just all made up. But I know the glory of God is real. So take me,” he snarked, “to my reward. For I am deserving.”

“Will do,” she smiled.

As they approached the back of the truck, Bill could hear the cursing and screams of agony!

“They must be unworthy to be in the presence of all that glory,” Bill chuckled. “I shall ride there until she stops in Heaven and I will get out there.”

The back opened and the smell was worse than that of the dogs came spilling out.

“Fresh meat,” she yelled as she picked him up and tossed him in.

Bill felt the claws and teeth of something not quite human rip into him and a burning that seared him!

Screaming, The Light penetrated every part of him. His cells exploded with pain! Even the cells that made up the hair on his body, his toe nails and finger nails! There was no place The Light did not penetrate.

“What is it that consumes me?” he screamed as he was being feasted upon.

“The glory of God,” he heard whispered in his ear before it was eaten, off. Judas could not keep his mouth shut even filled with this fresh meat, he must, talk. It was an addiction! He must always speak and spread the gospel of Judas. “Feasting on you makes me even more ravenous, friend. If I flip you over, thusly, I see  there are no scorch marks on your ass yet! Excellent. You really are fresh!  Let’s see if you taste any better in a bit of a more awkward position. Because your front tastes like the floor of this trash truck. And friend, the slime that resides there is from the beginning of time. You would think  it would ferment and become wine. Why, I remember at a wedding when I changed water into wine. And I keep working this venue, but it still just taste like thousands of years rotting corpses.”

And thusly ended William T. Compton. Riding in the back of a trash truck that made the rounds on earth and dropped the damned in Hell. This is where the unholy would catch a ride but never loiter. They preferred the tortures of Hell to the insanity that lingered in the back of that truck! The Light that baked them was bad enough, but the bullshit that flowed from Judas and Bill was enough to make you want to get off in the worst part of Hell! It was not unusual for Gabriel to hear pounding on the back with screams of “Please, get me the fuck out of here! Just pull over anywhere! These two are just fucking nuts! And I thought I was fucking nuts! I am sane compared to these two! Sane enough to know that the fiery furnace and every demon in Hell chewing on me is preferred to their company!”



It was quiet at the club. The humans were sleeping for a couple of hours after the noon time repast. And it had been a feast!

“Are we going to open for business, tonight?” Pam asked. “I need to know what to tell folks that are going to be clocking in.”

“Tell them to stay home. We will pay their hourly wage but we are having a special event, tonight.

Put that out on our social-media feed as well. Fantasiais closed. We will be back in the biz on Wednesday night.”

“Will do,” Pam nodded and took out her phone and began spreading the word about not coming to work.

“They are still out there, close,” Ian remarked.

“Yes, they are,” Eric nodded. “I wonder just what it is they are waiting for?”





“Are you sure you gave the pizza delivery guy this address?” Cacius whined. “I am starving! And I want food. And I want pizza and beer!”

“I told you, they are on their way. And  I don’t  this gas station is going to let us sit out here and drink beer, even if we did purchase it from them. We are going to have to go someplace else. They have other customers to think about. Like soccer moms with their kids and the neighbors’ kids and the kids on the team.

Sitting out here and drinking, that is called public intoxication and they will put us in cuffs, place us in the back of a cruiser and haul us off to be processed.

Okay, there is the pizza car. You stay here! I will pay and we will be on our way. We will find a place to park close to the club and we will eat.”

“Damn I have the munchies,” Cacius groused. “And I want ice cream! A whole cow’s worth. And something salty! And…and…fries with a cherry coke, whatever the fuck that is. But this body had it once when it was younger and delighted in it so, he refused to ever have it again, it was such a temptation! I say, lets us be tempted! Let us tempt everyone! For it is better to rule with me in the darkness than to live in the light without catsup! And secret sauce! And I do not know what chocolate is, but I want all of it!”

Leroy got back in the car with two boxes of pizza.

“What is chocolate?” Cacius asked as he opened the top box, inhaled deeply and then picked up a piece and began to eat.

“Wait one,” Leroy nodded and went back into the Quickie Mart.

The bag he was carrying back out was bumping against his leg. Cacius started laughing. The Judge was humping a plastic sack!

“This,” Leroy got in and dug around in the bag and held up a plastic container with a pop-open top, “is chocolate. You can put it in milk, or on ice cream, or just pop open the top, put it to your lips and suck.”

“Oh-h-h-h-h,” Cacius sighed as his lips attached and the nectar flowed. “Better than momma’s milk,” he said smacking his lips and began to suckle, again.

“That should keep him quiet,” Leroy smiled to himself.  “Let me just get to Fangtasia,park, eat something, then get on with my soon to be kingdom.”

“Pass me a piece of pizza…” he said reaching over and lifted the top off. “What the fuck! You ate one entire pizza by yourself? Seriously! You pig!”

“Whatever…” Cacius said taking his mouth away from the syrupy goodness. Licking his lips, he unscrewed the top and guzzled the liquid. “Better than eating between a woman’s legs,” he sighed as it ran down his chin and dripped onto his robe.

“Pig,” Leroy said with disdain. “And this is my car. You are going to pay to have it detailed.”

“I will be their god,” he smiled and licked his lips, then pulling up the cloth he suckled on the chocolate there, as well. “You can have whatever the fuck you want.

Is there another bottle?” he asked rooting around in the bag.

“Damn, you finish that one?”

“Well yes, that was just very fine. So is there another?”

“Yes,” Leroy rolled his eyes. “Down there in the bottom someplace. And be careful with the potato chips. Kettle cooked are my favorite. And we have to get going. I want to park behind those trees that we spotted in their back forty. Get the lay of the land and then storm the castle. All the vamps should be down. Any humans and I will just shoot them.

You are sure you are capable of finding where the vamps bed down?”

“Yes, of course, the magic dust and this ice cream just enhances my super natural powers. I feel like I could star walk in this body! Fu-u-u-u-k what a feeling! Power running down my legs and out into the universe!”

“That is piss you moron! You just pissed in my car!”

“You will be king and I will be your god and you can have whatever the fuck you want,” he grinned. “I am going to have that tattooed onto your forehead so that every time you look in a mirror,” Cacius threw a spoon of ice cream at him, “you will see it!” he yelled. “Stop criticizing me! I am a god! I can do whatever the fuck I want!

“You shit in my car,” Leroy growled, “and I am hauling your ass down into the river and weighing you down with rocks.”

“You ungrateful maggot,” he began to weep. “I am just learning to abide in this body and all you do is rebuke me.”

“Justifiably so,” he replied.

Cacius sobbed for a bit and then they drove along in silence, for which Leroy was grateful. Here came the club.  Leroy did a careful look over of Fangtasia’s front parking lot and smiled when he saw it was empty.  Then he drove around to the back, took note of his surroundings and then continued on down the road to the trees. Parking, he shut off the engine.

“All is quiet and I am feeling a lot better about this. Now hand over the bag of goodies. And those kettle chips had better be unopened.”

Cacius handed him the sack and Leroy picked up the chip bag that was still on top.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he looked in the bag. “You ate those during that time you had stopped talking, didn’t you! That was why you were so fucking quiet! I should have known. You cannot fucking stop running at the mouth and then you go quiet. I just fucking should have known.”

“I was hungry and you were driving,” was his curt reply. “You are very concerned about your auto. I am just helping you keep it neat and tidy.”

“You little fucker…” Leroy yelled and threw the empty bag at him.

“No need to be mean. It is not my fault that I am not amply endowed.”

“What?” Leroy eyed him. “Then, oh-h-h-h, left them wanting did you?”

“Left me wanting more,” Cacius grinned.  “Now, what else is in the bag?”



“What the fuck?” Pam asked as she looked up from the monitor. “I mean, just what the fuck? They have sat out there for an hour!”

“They have the munchies,” Lafayette replied. “I suspects they has been high rollin’ in some unrighteous poisons. Can you zooms in?” he asked.

“Of course,” she eyed Lafayette as she moved her finger across the screen on her phone.

“Covered in the magical and mystical shits that is white. Do nots be knowin’ which powder that is for sure, but it cannot be good.”

“When do you think they are coming inside?” Gran asked.

“Cannot for sure be sayin’,” Lafayette shrugged his shoulders.

“I am thinking that when it gets dark they are going to know that they need either the same plan or a new plan,” Eric was watching them inside the car. “Cacius is filthy,” he shook his head in disgust. “Looks like maybe he has blood in his hair and something covering the front of his body. I don’t want him walking in here like that. I think it is time for some rain.”

“You can do that?” Sookie eyed him. “Wait one, of course you can,” she grinned. “My man is not without his own brand of magic.”

“Damn straight,” he winked at her, licked his lower lip and mouthed “straight and hard.”

Rubbing his hands together he began by stirring the winds and swirling around the humidity.

“I can feel the pressure dropping,” Ian nodded.

“Get ready,” Eric grinned, “for tropical storm you are so fucked. But clean before you come into my place of business.

Lover, are you ready?” he looked over at Sookie.

“Get the rain started and then bring them in.”


“Where did this storm come from?” Leroy asked as the lightning    sparked the rain showing each drop and thunder shook the leaves off the trees.

“I did this,” Cacius snarked, “just to show you what I am capable of. So do not ever mock me, again.”

“Well damn, can you make it slow down for a moment?”

“No,” he smiled. “Now, drive us around to the front of the building and park under the portico.”

“Have you lost your mind?” the judge scowled. “No. We get in and get out. I am sure they have security cameras and probably store that on the cloud. My license plate is not coming up on a police blotter. Now get your ass in gear. We are going to make a run for the back door.”

Cacius made a sound of disgust. “So you don’t think they don’t have a camera back here?”

“Oh, I am sure they do. So keep your head down and run.”

“You do not look that strong to me,” Cacius quipped, “have you magic after all to open that door?”

Leroy laughed as he reached under his seat and took out a very large pistol. “Magic, you bet, in the form of this Desert Eagle. I call him Dirty Harry,” he said patting the pistol fondly. “As a judge I just never know when I am going to need to protect myself from the underbelly of humanity,” he laughed out loud. “Actually, this storm is perfect,” he winked at Cacius.  “I am blasting my way through the back door. And if any human is in unfortunate enough to be there, Dirty Harry will persuade them to direct us to the vamps  and then those vamp lovers are dead as well.

So get ready to run,” he said opening his car door. “It is time to rule the world!”


“He has gots him some serious fire powers,” Lafayette said.

“Our back door is going to take a serious hit,” Pam frowned. “Can these fuckers just come to the front door and knock? It would sure make things easier. That door cost a fortune.”

“And what is he going to do,” Eric chuckled, “when he finds out he cannot blast through?”

“No,” Pam shook her head. “Just no!”

“Paris all over again, aye, me boy’o,” Cedric laughed.

“Looks like,” Eric sighed. “Damn but oh well…” Eric shrugged as they heard the gun blast hit the door lock. “Door is done, anyway. Cannot very well have the health inspector seeing bullet holes in the back door.”


“What the fuck?” Leroy began cursing. “This gun can take down an elephant!  What is this lock made out of?”

“Step back, and let a god do this, you nitwit. Sometimes you need a bigger brute force. We shall use the power of  nature! Stand back and take cover.”

“How far back?”

“Shrapnel will probably be present, so maybe off to the side.”

“Well, I cannot possible get anymore more soaked then I am already, so let her rip.”


“Sookie you are on,” Eric bowed to her.

“Okay, I am watchin’ this asshole’s hands. Here he goes, he is raisin’ them and ka-pow!” she threw her hands out and on the monitor they all saw the lightning strike as the door blew inward.

“Fuck,” Pam hissed and stomped her foot. “Wall damage as well, not to mention the rain blowing in.”

“Once they step inside we shall dispense with the downpour,” Eric said as the two pushed aside what remained of the metal and walked into the hall. “Now,” Eric breathed out. “We could use just a gentle rain. Still some thunder and lightning, but not the hurricane force winds.

Better,” he grinned as he heard the wind subside. “Now, places everyone, the show is about to start.”


Carefully they stepped into the building.

“Did you see that?” Cacius crowed! “I mean did you see it! Smell that ozone! Look at the door hinge. That metal is still glowing it is so hot! I have it! I really have the power! No one is going to stand in our way. I am going to be a god,” he laughed and then wept. “A god, finally. After all this time, my diligence and perseverance and believing in myself has finally paid off. I am going to rule and the first thing I am going to do is…is…well, have all that lovely cocaine brought to me and I am going to bathe in it!”

“Carnal delights,” Leroy sadly shook his head. “You know, I learned that back in the day. Somethings are better than getting your dick sucked.”

“Really?” Cacius turned and looked at him. “And what would that be?”

“Being the one in charge. Writing the rules and making the laws. Taking what you want when you want it. Power. I mean absolute and forever.”

“Spoken like a broken man,” Cacius sniffed and shook all over and wiped at his hair. “Longing for something you have always wanted and been denied. From the very beginning, you were lacking and yet I allowed you to continue.”

“Do not tell me what my early years were like on earth. I lived those. Every fucking one of them in that village with that self-righteous little blonde shit and her warrior king! I want to feast on them when you get your god powers up and running!  Pull them out of Valhalla or where ever the fuck they went.”

“Oh, so now you want specific things,” Cacius laughed.

“Do not smirk at me, while you rested up in the stars, by body has been slammed back onto earth at your whim. Well, oh clueless one and sex and drug addict, find out for yourself what living here is like. You now own that body so I would be very good to it. And you look fucking ridiculous soaked to the skin in that white robe. Just shows how little you have and where.”

“Be careful I do not unleash the lightning on you,” he hissed, “and set  you on fire. Then I will put you back together all wrong. I will put your dick in the middle of your forehead. And your anus where your mouth is while you are a toasted raw steaming mess!”



Sookie looked around at the crowd. “That sounds ominous. And dangerous and just downright nasty. Who would say that to anyone?”

“Apparently Cacius and the Old One either mix very well or not at all,” Gran remarked. “Or maybe they have both just been peddling  bullshit for so long neither one no longer remembers their original construct or powers or whatever they thought their manifest destiny was going to be or should be.”

“Or maybe they were both just assholes to start with,” Eric added. “We have established like is drawn to like. And no matter how much you shake things around, oil does not mix with water.”

“You think they are going to self-destruct?” Ian asked.

“Not in Fangtasia,” Eric responded watching the monitor. “I do not want to clean up their mess. So let us move this along. If we could keep it all behind the closed door, I would love that. But that probably is not going to happen. So places everyone and let us get this done.

Pamela, if you would please, kill all the lights and let us see what happens next.”


“What the fuck just happened?” Leroy asked. “Did you do that?”

“You mean turn out the lights?” Cacius screeched. “No!”

“I mean, with your lightning bolt, did you fry some electrical wiring and blow the circuits?”

“Oh,” Cacius replied in a bit lower and less fearful voice. “I don’t know? Maybe? All this power unleashed,” the bravado was back, “hard to say.”

“Well can you provide some light? And I don’t hear anyone yelling to turn the lights back on. So I am guessing no humans. So how do we find the vamps in the dark? And we are not even out front yet,” he said, taking out his phone and hitting the flashlight.

The door ahead of them opened by itself and you could see blue dancing lights hovering, zipping about and sharing the space where a light bulb was, showering the area around it with what looked like a blue sparkler.

“Impressive,” Leroy swiveled his head and said to Cacius with a smile. “Damned impressive.”

“Thank you,” he smiled in return. “I believe with my magic, we will be able to find the vampires.”

“Well, we need to get a move on this. Daylight is soon going to be turning into darkness. Can you defeat a vamp?”

Cacius preened. “I found it doubtful that an undead can survive a lightning blast. We can proceed. Some caution, of course, but just look at this ceiling,” his eyes began traveling around the hall. “And to think humans actually did the carving on it,” he let out a low whistle. “So perhaps your species has some use after all.”

Leroy was in front and his step did not falter. “So this fucker thinks he is taking out my subjects. We shall see. He seems to forget that he wears a human body as well.

I thought you were in here for a meeting before all this started?” he said.

“Yes, but that human could not appreciate what was before him. Small man with a small mind. And sadly, a small penis.

But this, this is a deft hand and an artist with the gift. Do you see this demon carved here on the end, truly, I think I know that fellow. It’s the eyes and the fangs and the way his claws are holding that skull. Looks exactly like Hubertus.

My word, and I do mean my word,” he grinned at his own private joke, “I recognize all these fine fellows that are carved in here. What a fabulous place. This shall become my new home.

Let us find the bar. And while we are there, pour me something Leroy. I think this calls for a celebration.”

“You want something to drink?” the judge said in disbelief. “We need to find these vampires and destroy them. Evening is coming.”

“You have such a small mind and spirit, Leroy,” Cacius said turning to face him. “Now let me tell you about my mind and spirit. I am far reaching and all encompassing. I am prepared. Always. I see the future and the past and I am more than you shall ever be. I was there at the beginning and I watched as Satan fell and it was glorious! Sincerely, I might have been stuck in the ether but I watched as the fabulous fallen fuckers…fabulous fallen fuckers…fabulous fallen fuckers…”

“Cacius…Cacius,” Leroy moved in closer as Cacius kept chanting those last three words. “Are you all right? What is going on?”


The Scooby Gang was on their headsets and watching their monitor. “What the fuck, His La La Fineness wants to know, is going on? Did his head just do a complete 360? And the contortions  the rest of his body is going through.”

“Look at his pupils’,” Ian whispered. “They are bugging out.  And the way the top of his scalp is moving. He’s blowing out the synapsis in his brain.”

Eric was watching the monitor. “He is on overload. The drugs have cooked the body. What the fuck is that stuff oozing out of his facial orifices?

Magics, you are now on alert. I would not engage this fucker until we know just exactly what he is. Let us handle this…and if it goes south, go inert!

Gran, you need to shelter.”

“Hell no,” she gave Eric the stink-eye. “The Holy Spirit that dwells in me is more than any evil that the bowels of Hell can vomit out. I have lived that gospel my entire life. I am not running now!

Grand-daughter, hand me one of your special swords. It is game on!”

“Livin’ the spirit she is, our Gran,” O.I. grinned.

“And maybe a bit of the dragon blood,” Adele high-fived O.I. and both shouted “mo’ fo’n!”

“The official battle cry,” Lafayette nodded in agreement. “Miss Sooks, some swords that come bathed in The Blood, if you will please!”

“On that,” she grinned and an array of battle paraphernalia

appeared. “Oh-h-h-h-h,” was chuckled by the ladies. “Girly armor. Look how those links sparkle! Is that paved?” Gran asked.

“Blown in by the mind of God,” Lafayette smiled as he picked a chain mail shirt up. “And light as an angel’s feather!”

“Gear up,” Eric’s voice was quiet. “Leroy does not know it yet, but I believe he is going to be Cacius’ next meal.”


“I wonder if all these doors in this hall are the same as the outside one,” Leroy tapped Pamela’s office door with his pistol.

Turning he saw the new and improved Cacius.  “What…what the fuck?” he whispered in fear as he saw green ooze seeping from all the orifices on his face.

“Seems I am merging with the universe,” he grinned and his jaw dropped open and his teeth grew longer and very pointed.

“I can see by the look on your face I am reverting back to my true nature. Pity, this body may not be handsome but it has several things going for it.”

“Have you always looked like that?” his voice quivered.

“You mean before The Fall, no. I got into a sword fight with an angelic who was a bit more than I was. Not only was there hacking and slashing involved, but apparently I was cursed to this form as well. I found living in the ether, I could take on a more pleasant form, which is how I recruited you. I mean, seriously, no one wants to sell their soul to anything that even faintly resembles me.

You were so willing, Leroy, you begged and whined and wanted and wished for and sliced your own wrists so that I might taste your blood and accept it as a sacrifice. You were so sweet and so desperate and so willing. I like meals that are willing,” he grinned as green puss dribbled down his chin. “And ones that beg and whine and want and wish for death. You can live in my belly and help nourish me and give me something to laugh about whenever things get a little too serious.”

“No,” Leroy turned and opened fire on what was left of the human construct.

“Should have killed me when you had the chance. With the change, I am unstoppable by the likes of your weak human ways. Now where was I, oh yes, a meal.”


“That,” Pam pointed at the monitor, “is just disgusting. And somewhat horrifying. I mean, will we ever get that green goo to come out whatever it touches. This moron has no idea how much those we clean until it is spanky new folks charge. And this is some type of cosmic bio clean up. Damn, I am never going to show a profit for the month of October!”

“Now that’s interesting,” Ian said leaning in closer to the monitor, “he is puking up Leroy and making little demon Leroy’s. So I guess we all get a whack at one.”

“Not enough of his Leroy fuckedupness to make a Leigon,” O.I. sighed. “That is just sads. Once I flame on, all those mo fo’ers just might pass on to judgement. For goods!”

“Do not,” Gran eyed him, “take out more than your fair share,” she shook her finger at him. “We all want bragging rights.”

“Man,” Sookie chuckled, “he should have let Leroy live a bit longer. Look at him, not one clue about how to make things happen. He is trying to use the gun to blast his way through the door. Does not know the first thing about how to use it.”

“Just keeps pullin’ the trigger, expectin’ the bullets to come out. That boy’o is dumber than Were shit,” Cedric snickered. “And I am seein’ what you mean about the cleanup, Mistress Pamela, looks to be snot everywhere. And that snot just forms another dumber than Were shit Leroy…only round  and has no legs and…and…is that his dick that is dragging on the floor? Woof! Green slime or not, that is just damned impressive. Look, they are pushing themselves along with that thing.”
“Can I see?” King Eric asked, the voice muffled in Eric’s pants.  “I cannot believe anyone is more robust than myself!” he said in disbelief.

“What?” Gran looked over at Eric’s crotch. “Your penis talks?”

“Yes, at all the wrong times,” Eric snarled and slapped the front of his crotch. “We are to war, so grab a knife and be at the ready,” Eric said to him.

“Ouch, you big oaf,” was yelled back in a Swedish accent. “I should just let them gut you, but alas, it would be my ending as well. So to war and we shall table this discussion for a later time.”

“He talks,” Sookie smiled at Gran.

Eric just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. “Yes. And at all the wrong times.

So, less about King Eric and more about the problem at hand. Gear up! We are to war!”


There was a pounding on the door! Kicks and yells and screams! Cursing and cussing and swearing!

“Is he really that stupid?” Sookie asked. “I mean, seriously?”

“Do not, Grand-daughter, confuse Hollywood’s version of evil with evil. Not all knowing, or all powerful, or smart. Between all of them, they do not have one complete brain between them. Just how many doors did they pass and one of them takes you to the kitchen. From the kitchen you can access this area.

But on the other hand, this is pretty good entertainment. Look at those blob things, trying to stand on top of each other so they can make a green snot snowman…or something…” she rolled her eyes. “And knocking each other around and out of the way with their…yes, those have got to be a penises.”

“They can play pool all by themselves,” Lafayette said. “You know, they comes as a cue ball and their own stick.”

“That is a good thought. I could label it an inter-dimension billiards game. I bet Vegas would bet on that,” Pam looked intrigued. “Maybe I’ll send along the videos…” Her voice trailed off as Eric arched an eyebrow at her. “Or not…so Boss Man, next move?”

“Take your magic and places everyone. I am going to open the door.  Pamela is correct, they will be coming down the hall passage. And the magic that lives back there is starting to yell at me in my ear piece.”


“Do you see my power and might!” Cacius bellowed, “did you see that! I command the door to open and so it did! It obeys me as all things must. I am ruling this planet and all shall bow and worship and I shall be their god.”

He began to weep as all the green blob Leroys circled around him and threw snot on him! “We listen and obey and share in the goodness!” the round Leroys shouted as they danced about on the tip of their penis.”


“Pogo stick,” Sookie was doing her best to remain tactical but was finding it difficult to do so.  “Please, someone make a noise, like you are something yummy to eat. Get them out here. They keep this up, I am going to pee my pants!”


“Reeee, reeeeeee, reeeeeeeee,” pig sounds started from behind the bar.

“That O.I. and Lafayette,” Sookie chuckled as she looked over at Eric. They were perched up by the gargoyles. “And Gran, would you hear her yelling bacon! Like that woman did not have a heart attack just a couple of months ago.”

Eric smiled at her.

“This building is beautiful. The view from up here is stunning,” Sookie sighed. “Your attention to detail is outstanding. The crown molding is actually carved with gargoyles on it.”

“Have to carry the theme and keep everyone happy,” Eric winked at her. “So tell me Sookie, am I keeping you happy?”

“What do you mean?” she looked over at him. “I am going to have a family. Eric that is all I have ever wanted. Someone to love and someone who loved me in return. Babies…I never dared to dream of babies.

You really want to marry me?”

“Right now,” he said taking both of her hands. “This minute. So let us end these cocksuckers and get on with our love.”

“I would like that,” she brought his hand to her lips and kissed it.

“Then let us make it so.”

There, in his eyes, she could see it. The love, the devotion, the dedication…the truth of his words…the truth of his heart.

“I love you,” he kissed her gently. “And you and my heir stay here and watch.”

“What?” she hissed at him.

“I might toss one up to you, but you watch from your lovely perch and enjoy the show.”

Eric placed his hand on her breast, kissed her, and was gone.

“That sneak,” she huffed and then grinned. The snot crew was making its way to the bar. “Pogo sticks,” she chuckled to herself and settled in with the gargoyles to watch the show.


Lafayette, Gran, O.I., and now joined by Brother Samuel were behind the bar.

“Don’t have the times to do frozen,” Lafayette smiled, “so we shall just do shaken and not stirred. Give mes the blue agave and Brother Samuel, you have the extra special magic ingredient, let us starts rimmin’ glasses. These mo’ fo’er are about to meet the righteous side of God. No magics required.”

“No magics required,” O.I. laughed so hard he flamed. “Just the goodness The Light has provided here on Earth.”


“Drinks!” Cacius yelled at the bar.

And just like that, drinks appeared!

“Did you see that!” he yelled and beat his fist up in the air. “Magic, my magic, pure, sweet and simple. All must obey me! All! Yes! I am god and I shall be god and I shall always be god!

And look at this lovely green color of this alcohol! Exactly your color Leroys. Come and drink and partake of my generosity and over flowing  heart. We shall toast the new regime and then drink.”

Cacius was busy passing out the drinks.

All the blobs thought their big and mighty penis was a handy thing to have. Not only did it act as a leg, a hand, or a place to house your brain, it also acted as a straw.

“Here is to me, the new god! I shall reign forever! Now bottom’s up,” he raised his glass in a salute. The Leroys did likewise and the set the glass down on the floor and all drank.


“Wait for it,” Samuel smiled into his mic. “In 5,4,3,2,1…and we are a go for slime.”

“Like putting salt on a slug,” Gran said standing up and watching.

“Exactly like that,” Samuel grinned. “Especially when the salt comes from the Dead Sea and has been blessed by Saul and Miriam Levi. Owners of one of the best deli’s in New York.”

“Ouch,” Sookie floated down with Eric and watched the floor show. “Literally. You can watch the salt coursing through Cacius. That does not look pleasant. And I would love a Margaretta, but I guess not. No alcohol or caffeine for me for the next nine months.”

“We are all in agreement about that,” Gran nodded. “And yes, the blue agave sounds mighty good. I watched Lafayette add his little something extra special.”

“You mean that can of beer?” Sookie grinned.

“Makes it goods, better, bestest,” O.I. nodded, finished his glass and pushed it towards Lafayette for a refill.

“Well, there goes the last of Cacius,” Ian said making a face. “Woof! Grave roof rot smells better.”

“He looks like an old dried out brown booger. Woof…just nasty.”

“He has been fermenting since the fall from Heaven,” Gran nodded. “Can not get much ripper than that.”

“Pam, call in Natchez and her coven of six…tell her to bring everything she has got to clean this mess up. That includes her sister’s coven as well. Pay her whatever she wants.”

“On that,” she nodded. “Hope these fuckers do not permanently stain our rock floors. I know we had them sealed and blessed, but still, yuck!”

“Let’s go home,” Eric wrapped Sookie in his arms.

“Home sounds the very best of all,” Sookie tip-toed up and kissed him. “The very best of all.”

Pam looked over at Cedric. “Irish, you staying here with me, or are you going to the house.”

“O’, I am a stayin’ lass. We’ll travel to the house, together.”



Pam opened the front door to let the cleaning crew in.

“Hi,” the tall woman greeted her. “Natchez told me you had plasma snot that had been dosed with blessed salt all over your building. You know she has an allergic reaction to the salt, so she sent me instead. Do not worry, we do an excellent job. You pay us according to our clean up and how much it is worth to you.”

“Who do I make the check out too?” Pam asked.

“St. Michael’s Hospital.”

“That the one that takes kids for free, specializing in cancer treatments.”

“That is the one,” she nodded.

“Will do,” Pam nodded. “And if they ask, who do I say is making the donation?”

“Gabriel’s Cleaning Service.”

Pam stood looking at the woman, intently. “Especially a tall, beautiful, woman. I never forget a face. I have seen you someplace, before.”

“Probably. We clean up the messes no one else wants. If you need brain matter cleaned out of your floor grout, we are the *pros from Dover.”

“Cute,” Pam smiled. “I’ll be in my office. Let me know when you are finished.”

“Can do,” she nodded. “I’ll get the crew.

Zeke, Ray, Mikey. Back the truck up and hook up the equipment. It is looking like Hell melted all over their floor.”


Pam can hear the crew making jokes and running their vacuums. She spent the next hour wondering where she had seen the woman, before.

“Cedric, that woman, the tall beautiful one, do you recognize her? From anywhere?’

“No, why?” he asked.

Gabriel stuck her head in the door. “We are finished. Take a look around and write the check. We have to move on. Got another call.”

“Will do,” Pam said. “We’ll do the walk through now and I will post it tonight.”

“Great thanks,” she smiled and was gone.


“Come on, let’s do the walk  and go home.”

“Clean,” Cedric said once they stepped out into the hall.

“Very clean. I wonder if they work internationally?”

“Hm-m-m, yes,” Pam gave it a glance. “She certainly seems familiar. I have seen her before. Reminds me of a dream.”

“Really?” he gave her a quizzical look. “That sounds like a memory pushing through from when you were human.”

“Well,” Pam rolled her eyes at him, “that would make her…” and her voice trailed off.

“From when I was human.”

Vamp speed she was gone and caught up with the crew at the trash truck.

“I know you,” Pam wiped the tears from her eyes. “The night I ran away from home, there  in that alley, there was a couple of vampires that were going to make a meal of me. You…you…pulled a sword right out of the air. And ended them. You turned  to me and said, ‘You can find sanctuary at The Hallowed House of Spirits.’  Eric was there. That was the first time I met him.”

“Good memory,” Gabriel smiled.

Pam had a moment. She did not believe in angels. Especially ones that watched out for the likes of her. “What, what did you do with the…the remains you pulled out of the club?”

“In the back of my trash truck. I’ve got Compton back there as well if you would like to get in one last good-bye.”

“Can Cedric look as well?” she asked.

“Certainly,” she smiled. “Zeke, open the back, the boys have visitors.”

As the back opened, the stench of hell came rolling out.

“Gawd, I’d know Compton’s smell anywhere,” Pam grinned. “Bill the Boob, I know you are back there, show yourself! Cedric is here with me and we wish to say our hello’s!”

There was screaming and cursing and finally something that had the appearance of Bill Compton slithered to the front.

“You bitch!” he screamed. “And I see you have that lower than Were shit Irish with you!”

“Damn boy’o, you are lookin’ a bit of rough and puked up and out. But I must say you are a’lookin’ much better than the last time I saw you.”

“Bill, you have guests,” came another voice that was screaming in pain, “and you did not tell me!”

“You just continue to disappoint your friends,” Pam laughed.

“Judas, just shut the fuck up,” he bellowed back.

Pam and Cedric looked at each other than over at Gabriel.

“The original?’ they both said.

“The one and only,” she rolled her eyes.

“Thanks for the…the…” Pam motioned with her hands to the back. “I’ll tell Eric…”

“Best to you and yours,” Gabriel smiled at her. “And continue to walk your path.”

The angel in the orange work jump suit turned to go.

“Excuse me,” Pam reached out to her with her hand. “Eric’s piece of Heaven…is there a place for me, there?”

“Child,” her eyes met Pam’s, her voice was soft and sweet, “he would be most disappointed if there was not. You know how he is…” she chuckled. “We would all be disappointed,” her voice was sincere.” Then with a grin she added, “We would miss you particular brand of snark.

Cedric,” she bowed her head to him, climbed up into the truck, closed the door and motored off.

They were silent as they watched as the blinker came on and the truck turned the corner.

“I am going to be a big sister. I am going to be the best big sister in the world.”

“I never doubted,” Cedric said taking her hand.

“Thank you,” she said.

“For what lass,” he asked, lifting her chin up and brushing the tears away.

“For always giving me hope.”

“Tis the way of the Irish, Lass.”

“What part of Ireland are you from, originally?” she asked as they walked off hand-in-hand.

“Dublin,” he replied.

“Will you take me there sometime?”

“To my seat of government?”

“No, your home. Where you had your beginning?”

“Of course,” he replied and as they walked toward Bon Temps, holding hands, the sun began to rise, the air to heat and the birds to take shelter. There was a storm brewing. Not one of Eric’s making.

And Passion was its name.



Dear Readers,

So ends another story. Sorry this chapter  took so long. I am no longer driving the bus in Crazy…have been promoted to driving the train….alllllll aboard!

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The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon—Chapter 16


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The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 16

“And get that fucking Bill Compton on the phone. He was supposed to meet us here, tonight, with Sophie-Anne in tow, telling us the access codes to her bank accounts and where she hides her gold,” Cacius hissed and kicked at a rock. He hit it dead on with his toes and screamed in pain.

“The Vampire Queen is not going to go anywhere with Compton,” Leroy shook his head and unlocked the car. “Compton just told you that so he could get in on the ruling game. That sorry ass is not going to work for anything. I have been doing some dealing with him and he will stab you in the back the first chance he gets while being all self-righteous and up in your face about how much this and that cost and now he needs to double his money because…well…just because. He is one self-entitled shit for brains.”

“You told me to hire him,” Cacius pouted as he got in the car.

“No I did not,” Leroy fired back as he started the car. “I said I knew him and that he worked in S-A’s residence. I said nothing about hiring him. That is all on you.”

“I am a god,” Cacius smirked. “I do not make mistakes.”

“Fasten your seat belt,” Leroy put the car in drive.

“No,” he laughed. “I will not.”

“Look, we can get stopped…”

“Do not care, I am not driving,” Cacius laughed.

“Very good then,” Leroy replied as he hit the gas and went from 0 to 60 and then slammed on the brakes.

Cacius’ head hit the windshield and there was a scream of pain.

“Fasten your seatbelt, you moron. I do not want us getting pulled over. And that body is human and can easily be killed, in case you did not know that. Fragile stuff, human.”

“Fucking fuck fuck,” Cacius wept, rubbing his head. “You did that on purpose.”

“Damn straight I did. Now fasten that seat belt or you are walking to Shreveport.”

“Very disrespectful,” he was still weeping. “When I get all this figured out, you are going to be the first one I eat. You will be my sacrifice on the altar!”

“Keep dreaming,” Leroy laughed. “Without me, you would be walking to Shreveport. Your ancient ways and that body that has not one idea about anything beyond pouting and getting someone else to drive him around will not play well for you.  That old man had no magic which is why you are having such a difficult time with this. Admit it. You went for the weak willed so you could take over. Well congratulations on that. You are so far behind the learning curve for this society that a two-year old has more savvy.”

“What makes you think,” he snarled, “that I will not just trash this body and take yours?”

“For one, I have no-o-o-o-o magic and I have a will of my own. And for another, I am beginning to believe that it does not work that way. You picked that body. You. And to you it now belongs. When it dies, you do not get to jump to another. Your soul and his get to face judgement. That would be something I know a little bit about.”

Cacius sat glaring at him and spitting curses in a language no one remembered.

“You just vent while I put it all out there. I know what a dumb fuck you are. Seriously, you thought you could overthrow The Creator of All. Even I know that cannot be done. So that puts me ahead of you on the genius scale.

Now,” he glanced over at his passenger who looked like he was going to stroke out. “Your face is a charming shade of purple. I do not think that is all bruise this fast. And you have to have a certain amount of regard for that human construct. You look like you are about to blow a blood vessel in your brain. That body can kill itself just as easily as a bullet. Like I said, fragile stuff so just get a grip and bring your blood pressure under control.

All I want is to rule. I have no magic so that will be your department and you can set yourself  up to be worshiped 24/7 by the masses. Or hell, since you will be a god, put more hours in the day. Bottom line is that I need you and you need me. Plus, we have thousands of years of knowing each other.

Like any other long-term relationship, we have our ups and downs. But it has been mostly good,” he smiled at Cacius. “Come on, admit it.”

“I liked you better on your knees, coming as a supplicant, begging for favors,” he pouted.

“Well you just keep that thought. With that body, there is a whole new reason to have someone on their knees in front of you,” he chuckled. “Human can suck at times, but it also has some delightful charms.”

“You mean the rutting,” Cacius gagged.

“Spoken like someone who has never indulged. We are going to change that. I happen to have a couple of ladies on my calendar who will be more than happy to meet me in my chambers. You be nice to me and they will break your cherry. And if women are not your thing, well, we have other options.”

“I am looking through his memories. I see nothing of this type. He kept himself celibate. For…for fueling his magic…”

“It does take all kinds,” the judge laughed and shook his head. “Well then, you are in for a real treat. A double breaking cherry ceremony moment. This calls for multiples of everything. Let us get the party started. But not in my chambers. This is going to require someplace with a bit more space.”



“As much as I hate to break up the party,” Sookie smiled at the group, “but maybe we should be there to greet them when they show up.

Could you guys fly us back?”

“Good idea,” Eric nodded. “Let us divide and conquer. Or not,” he grinned. “I do not remember ever riding on the back of a dragon. O.I. are you up for maybe stretching a bit in size and taking us home?”

“Always glad to be of service,” the dragon winked. “Buts gonna needs a bit more space than this. How abouts if I move to the terrace. Do we needs the size of a 747 or somethin’ smaller? If we is gonna make the YouTubes goodness for a dragon sightin’ I want it to be memorable!”



Pam checked her messages. Boss Man was alive and well.

I am at Fangtasia. Where are you?”

“N. O.”

“Wrap it up and haul ass. Going to war.”

“The fun just never stops,” she grinned. “Going super-sonic is five, four, three, two, one…!”  she typed into her phone. The she was gone.



Lafayette was behind the bar, fixing everyone’s favorite drink. Ian and Cedric were drinking Eric’s mead. Samuel was sipping on a sweet red wine out of Israel. Eric was still giving Gran and Sookie the royal tour, along with all the magic that wanted to chat them up. And there was a lot!

Pam was sitting at the bar, inspecting her coin and occasionally watching the magics as they tasted everything that Lafayette made and opened a few bottles of their own. Anything with chocolate in it was up for grabs. Literally! You did not want to come between a 3,000 pound gargoyle and his hot chocolate with Bailey’sin it!

It was 0900 hours and she was sitting in a sunbeam that filtered through a 16thcentury stained glass window that cast burgundy shadows over the crystal glasses on the bar back.

She was not for real sure what to make of Eric. Before he had turned her, she knew that he really was all that. He had killed her perverted father in a duel and burned her mother alive on the upper floor of their home that he had won at Parlay.  Well, and he had won her mother as well. So, it was actually his home and his woman that burned to the ground.

Her mother, a worse pervert than her father, was screaming. Not in pain, but the fact that her daughter, Pamela, should be the one roasting in hell and not her.

Yes, momma sweetest still haunted the area on the nights of a full moon. You could find her in Lafayette Square, wailing and moaning and pissing about missing her daughter and did anyone know where she had taken herself too.

“Poetry in motion,” she thought, as she watched Eric strategize with the magics. “And my maker has real estate in Heaven,” she rolled her eyes. Everyone was crowing about that! “Well why the fuck not,” she sighed, “he owns property everywhere else. I wonder if he has a place on the Lake of Fire in Hell? And if he does, I am sure he is going to make those poor fuckers who reside there pay rent.”

Then there was Momma Sookie. Literally. When Eric told her she was going to have a brother she almost peed herself!

Sookie and Gran were presently in the Library sleeping. Apparently Momma Sookie now came with her own arsenal of weapons. It was damned impressive to watch her magic up an effervescent bubble that reflected all the colors as the sun came up and hit it. A bubble that once the bad guys passed through it, they were trapped inside it.

”We are going to keep the baddies, contained,” Sookie had pronounced with a voice that she did not recognize! That had scared her a bit. Momma Sookie had flashed with the same type of effervescence! It had haloed around her and for a moment, Pam thought maybe, just maybe, she was bearing witness to Eric’s mate’s aura. Or hell, maybe spirit. At this point, she had not one fucking clue! And was in no mood to pursue that line of thinking.

“See what happens when you spend time from the family,” Ian had said to her more than once with a grin. “Oh, the things you miss out on,” he had added smugly.

“Well yes, I can only blame myself. I get a coin to carry around, those fuckers got to swallow theirs,” she sighed and gave Cedric the evil eye.

The Irish lad saddled up next to her. “Havin’ second thoughts are we now,” he grinned, “about how you have treated me in the past,” he winked at her. “Tis indeed a lovely coin you have, one that you can be admirin’ and this’n and that. Sadly, I had to swallow my portion so I cannot be a’takin’ it out and watchin’ it sparkle in the sun’s glorious light.”

“You reek of Were shit,” she smiled at him and clinched her nose shut with her thumb and finger.

“I know,” he winked at her. “But I was wonderin’ if I could be admirin’ your sparkly shoes in the sunlight.”

“These old things,” she made a face at him but was none-the-less pleased. “I have some strappy little black Jimmy Choo’s that perhaps have one or two diamonds on them.”

“Well now,” his smile got bigger, “just perhaps we could be admirin’ those as well.”

“They are in my office,” she replied standing.

“Would you be invitin’ me to be your escort?” he asked nonchalantly.

“I could do worse,” she glared at him, “but not much worse.”

“Aye lass, but you will do none better,” he smiled at her. “Cause I know your faults and foibles, and I have perhaps, on one or two occasions, known other parts of you as well.”

Pam glared at him as she slipped her hand onto the arm that he offered her.

“In my slumber, I still dream about those moments,” he whispered to her.

“As well you should,” she snarked back but quickened her pace a bit.

Opening the door to the offices with her card Eric looked over to where the two had disappeared and smiled.

“Good,” he nodded to Ian. “That should keep her occupied for a while. She has over a hundred pair of shoes in her office. She will strut her stuff  for Cedric to admire, doing wonderful things to both of their libidos.”

“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. said as he watched the two of them disappear behind the door. “I woulds not have believed if I hads not seen. Don’t knows that I gots big enoughs balls to take her on.”

“It’s an Irish thing,” Ian replied. “The accent, their luck and all that.”

“I would not date her,” Eric chuckled. “And I just hope the Irish lad’s luck does not run out when he is with her.

Now, where were we?” he was once more all business as the chess game in his head came to life there on the top of bar. Picking up a pawn he moved it on the board. “Madden,” Eric made a face, “is going to make a very bad choice. He thinks S-A is now vulnerable with a residence that has been damaged. I am beginning to believe that it was S-A that Compton was waiting for in the cloisters. Madden was noticeably missing from the camera feeds once the fires started.”

Samuel nodded in agreement.

“So Madden and Compton think they can rule Louisiana,” Ian added. “Where would they find the shock troops to make that happen?”

“Out of state Weres,” Eric replied. “Just find S-A and end her. With her residence gone, you just set up your new seat of power wherever.”

“So we are fighting a two front war,” Samuel regarded the board and moved a bishop. “Weres, along with a fallen angel and his lacky.”

Eric smiled. “Appears to be so. Let them come. We are ready.”



It was a night of debauchery! It was a night of fun and frolic! It was a night that should be repeated and live on forever and ever!

Cacius stood nude on the balcony looking out over-looking  the ocean. The sun was up and you could smell the salt water as the breeze lifted the grey hairs on his head.

Leroy was still in their pounding in someone! Maybe on someone. He was not sure and did not care. He was so bleary-eyed and content in his soul it was hard to imagine living without this. And whatever drugs he had ingested during last night’s bacchanal, well…they went down excitedly and with enthusiasm with all the alcohol!

The human that had owned this body had done a fine job of maintaining it. He was going to see to it personally that it got a few miles put on it before it burned itself up.

“Damn,” he regarded the sun high up in the sky. “I could use something to eat. Leroy said something about a grill and a fire pit in the back yard.”

Going back inside he considered the bodies that were sleeping. Oops…one appeared to not be breathing and the body was canted in a most awkward position.  He was sure that the head was on backwards. “Reeks of death,” he smiled. “Saves me the trouble of killing it. Now, somewhere there is another bag of that fine white powder. Let’s get the fire going, baste it in blow, and have brunch.”





Eric opened the library doors and watched as Sookie stirred about on the couch. Gran had gotten up an hour ago and it was now one. Time for his sleeping beauty to get up. Not that he wanted to disturb her…or maybe he did…he missed her when she was not about. But Gran had said pregnant mommies-to-be need to eat about six small meals a day.

Walking over to her he kneeled down beside her head and placed kisses all over her face.

His soul warmed his body when she smiled and her hand reached for him.

“Sookie,” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she sighed and whispered back.

He placed a kiss on her lips, gentle and filled with longing for this…this moment…that he had never experienced  for the past thousand years.

Breaking off the kiss, he nuzzled her ear.  “I love you,” he placed a light kiss on her lips.

Opening her eyes, there was wonder and hope and joy…yes, he could see that joy that he had made her feel…

“I love you,” her hands stroked his face and outlined his lips.

“Will you marry me?” he asked.

Sitting up on the couch, she drew her legs up under her. “You don’t have to do this,” she said softly.

“This is,” he took both of her hands in his, his eyes never leaving hers, “what a man does when he is in love.”

“I am not much…” she began.

“You are the woman that I love. That makes you everything,” he countered.

From around his neck he pulled a leather thong from under his shirt. “My grandmother told me that one day I would find my heart’s desire. For centuries, I did not know what that was. Now I know that my heart’s desire is my family. My wife, my son, perhaps more children to follow.

Would you please grant me my heart’s desire?” he asked her softly, his eyes pleading, love in his voice, his hands soft and gentle upon her hands as he slipped the ring from the leather. Raising her left hand to his, he kissed it.

“Yes,” she managed to say as her voice choked, her smile lighting the room, her eyes a reflection of the love that flowed in his.

Kissing her lightly on the lips, he slipped his mother’s wedding band onto her finger.

The ring was a massive gold piece done in the shape of a dragon. The gold strands so tightly woven together the piece looked to be solid.  The dragon’s head sat at the front, facing her, with a crown of rubies set into it. The rest of its body wrapped around Sookie’s finger. In the dragon’s mouth was a ruby the size of a child’s marble. There were blue sapphires for the eyes and paved around the dragon’s body were clear stones.

“Ruby, sapphires and diamonds,” Eric said watching the sunlight reflect off the ring. “My father was a clan chieftain and was not without raiding skills. He brought back the gold and jewels from  a successful raid and had Usha, the village artist, make this for her. Where ever Mother went all were to know who she was and to whom she was married. If anyone thought to disrespect her, well, she could deal with them at sword point just as well as my father could. She was fierce and yet so gentle.

I kept it in a jug of mead under my office floor,” he said raising Sookie’s hand to his lips and kissing the ring. “To my queen,” his voice trembled, “I do so swear fealty.”

Sookie began to cry softly as Eric rose and took her in his arms. “You need to eat, Lover, Gran said so. She said six small meals a day. You have missed several already. Let us get you fed and on your way to making me a father of a handsome son.”

“That looks just like his father,” Sookie chuckled as Eric wiped her eyes.

“Well of course,” he leaned over and kissed her nose. “Your husband is a very handsome, charming and dangerous rogue. The same will be said about Erikr.”

“What is he turns out like his mother?” she smiled at him.

“Pity the world,” Eric said, his voice serous. “A more beautiful and fierce druid has never walked the earth.”

“What if he turns out to be like his Uncle Samuel,” Sookie chuckled.

“That is not possible,” Eric replied as he swept her up into his arms. “Father God would not be so cruel. There is not room for twice that amount of vengeance.”

“What?” Sookie laughed. “Samuel?”

“You have not one clue, Lover, what Samuel is capable of. He will not only eradicate all your money, he will remove your history as well. It will be as if you never existed.”

“Like the ancient Egyptians,” she nodded.

“No,” Eric shook his head. “Samuel says he perfected that system while the Egyptians were still living in mud huts and were crocodile snacks. The pharaohs thought they knew how to eliminate your name. They had not one fucking clue. There were a couple of pharaohs that pissed Samuel off and several complete dynasty’s disappeared from the world’s history. Along with all their wealth.”

“Seriously,” Sookie arched an eyebrow at him.

“I kid you not,” Eric replied with an arched eyebrow of his own. “Do not let my sweet, kind brother fool you. He is by far worse than I could ever dream of being. And believe me. I can be bad.”

Setting her down, he waltzed with her into the bar area, the magics singing and Piano playing as they called their hellos and well wishes!

“The happy couple,” was shouted in greeting as they made the bar.

“And would you just look at what is sittin’ on that girl’s marriage finger,” Lafayette hooted! “It is blindin’ me from here. Lordy, we needs us some eye protection!”

“Congratulations!” was shouted by everyone. Eric lifted Sookie high into the air and then set her feet on the floor, and very gracefully, bent her back in a soul searing kiss!

There was thundering applause from vampires, humans and magics as well wishes were called and everyone lined up to kiss on the bride and groom.

“A toast!” Ian shouted.

Pam poured up glasses of the honey mead for the vamps as Lafayette poured porto for the humans and magics.  A hushed silence fell over the club as Bell chimed down the hour.

“Let the hour of three in the afternoon become a sacred time for our family,” Samuel said raising his glass in a toast. “Here is to my brother, his wife and his son. May the name of Northman live on through family yet to come. And may the name of Northman gain in strength and majesty and love.”

“Hear, hear!” was shouted as glasses were drained dashed into the fireplace.

“We is havin’ us some nourishments of the finest kinds,” Lafayette motioned with both hands to the food that was stationed on the bar. “Baby momma needs to eat. I cans personally guarantees the fineness of the pumpkin soup and the turkey with cornbread stuffin, is just abouts as good as I makes.”

“Gravy and stuffin’,” O.I rolled his eyes up into the back of his head. “Done and gones on to the other side and am back for a second helpin’.  Amens and hallelujahs.  And that porto, mighty good sippin’.”

“Looks like I am behind,” Sookie took a sniff and realized she was hungry!

“By several platefuls,” Gran sighed as she patted her tummy. “I think  am going to finish up the savory with another bowl of that soup with a piece of brown bead with lots of butter on it. And that fresh blackberry jam, lord have mercy! Just begging to be put on that bread. Then I will think about dessert.”

“Awww Gran,” Sookie eyed her. “That is bad for your heart and the arteries leading up to your heart and…”

Gran blew her a kiss. “I thank you Grand-daughter for your concern. But O.I. was going on so about the brown bread with the Irish butter and he cut me a slice and offered it to me and I told him that just like bacon, I was not supposed to have butter, either.

He said, ‘Well mo’ fon’ Gran, I gots just whats will cure all your ills.’ Well, he pricked his finger and offered me a drop of his blood. I feel like I am eighteen, ready to take on the world!” she grinned.

“Coulds not be believen our goods and righteous Grans could not be havin’ any of the Irish goodness,” O.I. sighed. “That is just wrongs, wrongers and…and…” he sputtered, “shamefullies wrongiest!”

“I plan on living to see my great-grandbabies grow up and spoiling them rotten,” she grinned. “Now, how about a fresh pot of coffee. I know the caterers left another carafe or two.”


The rest of the afternoon passed in a pleasant way.  Eventually dessert was discussed and brought out and cut. It was Monday night so the bar was closed and they continued on in their fine company until dark descended and there was a rap at the back door.

“Now just who do you think that is?” Pamela rolled her eyes. “And seriously,” she said looking at the monitor behind the bar, “Madden at the back door. Compton  and his crew of Were shits hiding out in that copse of trees. Damn, I love having this place wired.

This is just pathetic. Eric, how do you want to play this?”

“I will get the back and let Madden close the door. I have seen Victor  try to be sneaky. It should provide all of you watching a good laugh.”

The owner stepped out.

Eric had left the bar door into the back open so that they could hear.  The door opened and in stepped Madden. He was bloody and reeked of death and war and was yelling about sub-light particle weapons and swords that cut with a laser! And he was in a fight for the freedom of all vampires in Louisiana, maybe the world!

Eric was throwing bullshit flags all over the back hall and yet maintained a straight face. This was, he thought, one of his finest moments! Damn, it took all his vampire strength to not laugh out loud!

“DeCastro is in the area, Eric! I came to warn you!” he was still talking as fast as he could, trying to get all the facts out as Eric escorted him into the bar.

“I came to warn you as you are the last bastion of her reign.  You are all that stands between sanity and anarchy and that little tyrant from Nevada!”

Eric wished he could roll his eyes! But sadly, Victor just might read that as he did not give a fuck. Well, no need for him to. Pamela was not only rolling her eyes but sticking her finger down her throat. If this was not just pathetic, it would be laughable.  Clearly, Compton had beat on him. Victor had done his best to keep the outside door from being closed and Eric had let him play that game. “What do you want me to do?” Eric looked at him. “We are having a family celebration.”

“What?” Victor stammered. “Did you not hear me? DeCastro is in the area! He has declared war! You will be the dust beneath his feet if you do not join with me and defeat him! We must to war!” he shouted as he looked around the bar. Sure enough, there was food out for the humans, but he did not see any blood bags…unless the humans were the blood bags…but they were certainly not the type of blood bags he would celebrate with! Bill had assured him that Eric had tasty and lovely things on Monday nights to entertain him.  Well, just fine then, he would make do with the little blonde.

“We will need to feed before we defend the perimeter,” he nodded to Eric as his glance took in all of Sookie. His gaze stopped on her third finger, left hand.

“That…that looks like a Viking ring. A very old school Viking ring…” his voice trailed off. There stood Eric, looking like death! And this little bit of fluff, also looking like death!

“Yes,” Sookie smiled. “It belonged to Eric’s mother. His father, the king, had it made for her so that wherever she went, all would know who she was and act accordingly. If they were disrespectful, she would pull her sword and end their life. Now, this greatly disappointed Eric’s father, because he wanted to end the cocksucker himself.”

“Yes Lover,” Eric nodded, “very true. Far would wail and piss and moan about Mor coming home a bloody mess but she would let him bathe her before they would go and sit in the sauna.

The women in our family,” Eric smiled at her, “are as tough as they come. And their love lives through the ages. Such was the woman of my Mor and such is the woman of my children.

Lover,” Eric said and tossed her a sword.

Maybe she was just not fluff after all! The human caught it in mid-flight!  Obviously, this was not the first time she had handled a sword! And Eric had called her lover! So obviously it was not the first time she had handled a vampire!

Which was a scary-odd but strangely appealing thought! “What children! Was Eric going to include  her in the child making process? That was impossible? Unless she was some kind of a Supe? She didn’t smell like a Supe, he calmed himself as he took a whiff.

“Did you just sniff me?” Sookie asked, taking a step forward.

“Yes, I mean no…” Victor shrugged and gave her his most charming smile and maybe put a little glamour into his voice. Which, he realized after he did it was one of the biggest cocksucking mistakes he had made in his entire life…and was possibly his last one…. “Yes,” he said when he felt the sword at his neck and she was standing toe-to-toe with him. “It is just I am a bit nervous, beat up and looking for a place of refuge.

You know Eric,” he shifted his attention and felt the blade go deeper into his skin. “I came to give the alarm. You know, one  if by land, two if my sea. Hell, since this is by plane and car, I thought maybe I should just come in person. I can now see that in my eagerness to spread the news, I running on all circuits, vampire. All my defenses are up and running. Maybe I should have just called this in.”

“Maybe you should have,” Eric nodded in agreement.

“Look Eric, I am sorry about the gross offense. I know it is wrong to sniff another vamp’s meat, but…”

Eric had his hand around Victor’s heart, with Victor’s feet dangling in the air.

“You were saying,” Eric shook him around and then brought him down so they were eye-to-eye.

“I do so apologize,” he managed to get out.

There was chiming sounding throughout the room.

“Sounds like an alarm has been activated,” Pam grinned. “But we all know Victor came alone,” she batted her eyelashes at the stupid vampire that had not one fucking clue.

“Oh look,” Eric turned Victor so that he could see the monitor. “Someone is coming in the backdoor. Why Victor, would that be your friends?”

“You are so fucked Eric,” he managed to get out. “I am draining the little blonde  so that I can heal and then I will join in on the fight. Hope we do not damage the club. I am going to make it my new HQ.”

“Are you now? Who is up for a brawl?” Eric called out.

Before Victor’s eyes a nightmare came to life! A gypsy had told him that a pewter tankard would kill him! Would you look at that! Those tankards came flying off the shelf and were now hovering around him.

“You told me once, Victor that you were invincible,” Eric grinned. “That the only way you were going to die would be by tankard. So I began collecting them. And not just any tankard. But those who had a mind of their own. These particular fine fellows drown several SS officers in their own beer one night. That caused quite the ruckus in the higher ups. The Schutzstaffelbanned all alcohol for their men from that point on. So, as much as I would like to end you, I would not dare deny you your destiny.”

They all watched as Eric dropped Madden to the floor and the tankards moved in for the kill.

“What is that they are  pouring into his nose, mouth and sucking chest wound?” Sookie asked.

“Smells like the ouzo,” Pam fanned her nose. “From time to time I get hungry for that stuff. Spent a little time in Greece,” Pam said watching the scene intently. “But it is deadly. It is made from anise. Vampires can have a hard time with that is you do not build up a tolerance, first. I would sway Victor has not. He started dying whenever it hit his open wounds. And those tankards…seriously, they rock. Two of them using their handles to hold his mouth open will the others just hover and pour the alcohol in. Get ready, you see how Victor is now flailing around all over the floor, those are his final death spasms as he searchs for freedom. ”

They all nodded.

“In all his bad thrashin’ ‘bouts and jockin’ for the front door and livin’, gettins’ to-o-o-o-o close to the fire place.” Lafayette took a step back. “I has sets a glass of ouzoon fire more than once. I likes it with the coffee bean on top all toasted. Thinks we is gonna have us a flambéed vamp.  You can see the smokes startin’ to rise…oops….and there he goes. Burned up just like you sees the magic man do on stage when alls there is is a puff of smokes and the paper is gone.”

“Nicely done,” they all applauded.

The tankards all gave a clanking high five and scurried back to the bar.

“Where the hell is Compton and the Weres?” Sookie asked. “Thought they would come charging through that door by now.”

“They are waiting outside the kitchen door,” Pam smiled and adjusted her lip stick. “Can’t you smell it? That is prime rib in the ovens. And a lot of noise coming from there.

So they are being cautious because no one said anything about anyone being in the kitchen working. They might be Weres and they might be fast but kitchen folks come with sharp knives. So they are sneaking around. Probably trying to get a better look. And a Were is always hungry. They are looking for a free meal, maybe with a side of fries if they wait long enough. Let me see, let us switch to the cameras in the kitchen. And you know Compton is not coming in until the all clear is given, fucking lower than Were shit coward,” Pam hissed.

“Land of Goshen,” Gran whistled, “nice kitchen! And would you look at that! That whisk  is whisking all by itself…and speaking of sharp knives…looks like a salad is being chopped.”

“That’s a mistake,” Pam snickered. “Weres do not eat anything green.”

“Who is the gargoyle?” Ian asked. “Does not look like one of mine that ended up here.”

“That,” Eric smiled, “is Juliet.”

“Indeed it is,” Cedric put on his best face. “She came off my castle. Wanted, no pleaded to go home with Eric. So there she is.”

“Mm-m-m,” Sookie made yummy noises. “Looks like she is putting something chocolate into the oven.”

“She makes a mean chocolate souffle, or so I have been told,” Samuel sighed. “Light and fluffy.”

“Well, those clouds of Heaven takes about twenty five minutes. Let us get this done, His La La Fineness, says. I want mines hot out of the ovens, just as God intended!

And lordy and hallelujah! Is that an orange sauce she is makin’ to go on tops. I wants mine drowin’ in that righteous goodness. What do we needs to do to make this happen?”

“Since they did break in and are lookin’ to kill us,” Sookie was watching the monitor as the Weres tried doors in the hall and scratched their balls with the silencer on their pistols, “I think we need to have the advantage.”

“Agreed,” everyone said.

“Then grab the weapon of your choice and open the door to the back, Eric. Just like any good ninja, we are slicing the bullets into pieces with our swords.”

“Seriously?” Ian asked.  “Swords, I did not bring mine.”

“Do not be question’n the lady,” Cedric hooted. “Look at that glow around her. And the sparks sizzling on those swords that just appeared on the table!”

“Souffles are in the oven,” Eric grinned, “let’s get this party started,” as he walked over to the door, unlocked it and yelled, “Olly, olly, oxen  free.”

That is when the ruckus started. There was swearing in French and some German. Lots of banging of pans, big pans, sounding like they made contact with something even bigger as things hit the floor with a thud and often screaming.

“Swords at the ready,” Eric said as he started toward the kitchen door. Opening it, he was relieved to see not much blood spatter but plenty of dead Weres.

“Death-by-whisk, on this one,” Gran remarked. “Looks like it was showed down his throat and into…well,” she made a sour face, “just into.”

“Some blood spatter over here,” Pam said toeing the body with her boot. “Looks like death by rolling pin.”

“Yes,” Sookie nodded. “Would you just look at how flat his face is. That is some nice rollin’. I mean, that is pie crust thin.”

“Just damn impressive,” Gran nodded.

“Yes,” Lafayette looked it over. “That is what you gets when rollin’ is done by a professional. Just damn impressive. Not even on La’s La’s best rollin’ days have I seen somethin’ so round and perfects.”

“That is a fact,” Gran agreed.

As they were all admiring the carnage done by top-notch kitchen equipment, there was a chiming sound.

“Who the fuck is that,” Pam growled, “coming through the back door?” she was shaking her head as she checked the monitor.  “What the fuck! It’s DeCastro.”

“Busy night,” Eric grinned as he walked towards toward the back to do the meet and greet.  “The King of Nevada,” was called out in enthusiasm as Eric walked DeCastro into the kitchen. “Sire, what brings you to Louisiana and into my club?” Eric asked, his sword at DeCastro’s throat.

“Sheriff,” he smiled uneasily. “Victor Madden told me to meet him here,” he said looking around and grimacing.

“He said to come to Louisiana and rescue my bride to be, Sophie-Anne, from the clutches of evil.”

“Well, my queen in in N.O. supervising repair work on her manor home and I am here and Madden has met the true death. Does that answer all your questions?”

“But…I just talked to Victor…” his voice trailed off as Eric’s blade dug a little deeper into his throat.

“Yes, and Victor just died, about oh, what, maybe three minutes ago?” Eric looked out into the crowd for their approval.

“About that,” Eire, nodded in agreement.

“Yes,” Ian checked his watch. “I would say that…”

And then DeCastro did not care any longer. His head was gone and he went to goo.

“How come he did not change to dust?” Sookie asked. “What a mess!”

“The vamp that made him was young,” Eric replied. “If your maker is old, you are dust, if young, well,” he pointed to the mess on the floor with his sword, “you are goo.”

“What the fuck!” Pamela groused as they heard the knock at the front door. “Is our OPEN sign on? Are we trending somewhere on social media? Do people not have lives that they must come here looking for entertainment?”

“Child,” Eric grinned at her as he looked over at the monitor. “I will do the honors and send them away, or remove their heads. I could go either way.”

“Is that Mississippi and Talbot?” Ian asked, shock in his voice.

“Appears to be,” Eric sighed as he left the kitchen, everyone in his wake, not wanting to miss out on the next round of excitement.

Swinging open the front doors, Eric bowed and said, “Your majesty, what may I do for you with what remains of the old dark?”

“Talbot,” Eric bowed his head in a way of greeting.

“Sheriff,” Russell began and then delicately sniffed the air. “Is this a bad time?”

“It is if you are Victor Madden or DeCastro. What may I do for you?”

“Well, ah-h-h-h,” Russell was trying to digest this new information and was having a hard time wrapping his head around it.

“We want to know who you got to set the stones in your henge?” Talbot stepped up. “We are looking to import one and…and…” he looked past Eric and saw Ian and Cedric grinning.

“Your majesties,” Talbot offered a grand and sweeping bow. “I have been in contact with your people, please, if I might have a moment of your time? I am looking for a small but exceptional henge. I am not interested in what the Euro trash is putting up and passing off as ancient and sanctified.”

“Please,” Eric stepped aside. “Come in. The Irish Lad and British Isle will probably be most happy to answer your questions.”

Looking into a tankard off to the side, Eric could see them grimace and then step up.

“Just watch your step as you kick up the dust,” Eric cautioned them. “That would be Madden wanting to attach to your shoes. You might want to hover past that area by the fireplace. The worst of it seems to be there.”

“Sheriff,” Russell smiled. “That smell…that distinct smell of dead vampire, would that be DeCastro?”

“Yes,” Eric grinned. “The King of Nevada in the kitchen with a sword.”

“What?” Russell took a step back.

“It is a board game called Clue,”Sookie said. “Solve the mystery murder…who, with what and where.”

“Oh,” Russell nodded in understanding. “We did play that one night, only we were…” his voice trailed off as he watched the older woman raise her sword and fire ran down its blade and dripped off onto the floor. The dust that had been Victor now sparked and looked like fireworks going off.

“Please be seated at a table, gentlemen,” Eric pulled out a chair,  being the congenial host.  “We are going to continue on with our meal. I believe I heard the timer. Perfect timing.  The chocolate souffles are about to be served.”

What was left of the old dark passed quietly. Talbot was so full of joy while he talked to the Islands and was oblivious to what was going on around him.

All of Russell’s senses were on high alert. There was an occasional flutter of wings, he thought, about the building and he knew he was being watched. He did not know by what but there were eyes on him from every direction.

He was finally dead, he knew, if he appeared to be a threat. So he made damn sure that he was pleasant and amenable. And that was actually easy. Talbot was in his element! His mate had studied and read and watched endless PBSdocumentaries about the old ones that built the henges and he was able to discuss intelligently with the two Islands what he wanted, needed, and he especially wanted the pedigree on the original builders.

“I don’t want any dark sacrifices on that altar stone,” he had stressed more than once. “This is to be a party circle, not a henge of death! I mean, maybe a waterfall spilling into a small pool in the center with the altar in the center  with stepping stones ascending up to it.

What do you think?” he asked hopefully.

“Charming,” Ian nodded.

“Yes, very,” Cedric pulled out his phone. “I know of such a place. It is not very big but the waterfall actually splashes onto the altar stone. Here, one moment and I will show you.”

So the old dark passed. Humans ate, vampires discussed henges and who had done what where, and when they stood to leave, with Russell’s back turned to the crowd, he crossed himself and was thankful that they were walking out alive.

“Get some sleep,” Eric smiled at the humans. “Somewhere out there is Cacius and the judge. They strike me as the type to come calling during the day. We will be here, and we will be ready.”


Talk of the raid that night on Fangtasiastarted making the rounds in Louisiana Were circles as it was happening. The locals all knew what the out of towners were there for and kept their distance from Stupid.

Before sunrise, it was known as  Weres  Who Could Not Buy  One Fucking Clue. Alcide just laughed his ass off when packmasters came looking for their own.

They all started the conversation with…

“Well, some of my pack had a high paying job here in Shreveport. Something about…”

…that’s when Alcide would start hooting and hollering at the top of his lungs. “So, you know the dumb fuckers who thought they could take on Northman. Tell their families they won’t be comin’ back, Cher. They are now howling in hell.”

The Scoobey Gang just called it Dying for Chocolateas they made their way to bed in different parts of the building.

The vampires all sat at the bar and watched as sunlight once more streamed in upon them.

“They are close by,” Eric picked up his sword and hefted it.

“Yes,” Ian nodded, “I can feel them. Two of them. I have two distinct vibrations rumbling through my chest.”

“Yes,” Cedric placed both hands on his heart. “Tis so. Two…”

“They won’t be this way until after they get some rest and something to eat. After twelve,” Pam eyed her reflection in the mirror’s morning light. “They don’t want to be caught in here when vampires rise. Eric is old, they want to hedge their bets that he will be fast asleep when they move in for the kill.”

“You can feel it also?” Eric asked.

Pam held out her hand. The coin was standing on its edge and drawing the number two on her palm.

“That would be an affirmative,” she smiled, fangs down.

“I hope these two fuckers have magicked up,” Eric grinned, fangs down as well. “It would just be too easy,” he made a fist and then with a quick  movement, threw open his fist and a ball of lightning went screaming across the room, up the chimney and disappeared.

“Where do you think that went?” he asked.

They all shrugged.

“We can ask Sookie when she wakes up. Maybe she knows,” he smiled and said, “I am having a glass of mead. Who wants one?”

“Set out the glasses and pass the bottle!” Cedric shouted. “Hear! Hear!” was echoed around the room as magics, big and small, bellied up to the bar.



In the deepest and darkest depths of Hell, the screams of pain and agony from the torture stopped as everyone yelled, “Incoming! It is the Light!” as those folks began diving into The Pit and scratching their way to the very bottom.

It was better to be feasted on and left as a husk than to be burned by the Light! From which there was no recovery! Only agony and misery and hunger. All kept away from you and you could not approach anyone. That is what The Light did. It consumed you and denied you and all you could do was scream!


Dear Readers,

Woohoo! Still giving the tours in Crazy. Ask for me by name!

Mistakes abound…I would work on this at the oddest hours…woohoo and pass the tequila!

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,


The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon—Chapter 15

Banner The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 15

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

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The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 15


“I’m a mess,” Sookie looked down at her dress. “I can’t let Gran see me this way. I’m afraid it would give her a heart attack. And,” she ran her fingers through her hair, “I am a bloody mess.”

“Good point,” Eric nodded. “We’ll go to Pamela’s room first. You can shower and change clothes. Gran won’t be pleased that you were harmed but maybe she will not stake me if  you look presentable and undamaged.”

“Good point,” Sookie agreed with him.

“Okay, my fellow henge fighters, I will fill you in on a few things bout the other side. Sookie, if you don’t mind leaving the bathroom door open, I’ll talk while you shower.”

Eric gave the condensed version of his after-death story. There were a lot of very big looks going his way. They mostly consisted of WHAT THE FUCK!

All Cedric could do was shake his head in disbelief. “They actually let you in,” he kept repeating. “And you have your own piece of real estate. And they actually let you in…”

“That’s the short version,” Eric blew him a kiss looking very pleased.

“Made from a piece of your heart,” Sookie came out, wrapped in a bathrobe and a towel around her hair. “So, your spirit and that of the boys here is that of a warrior,” she nodded, “that explains a lot about you,” she said kissing him on the top of the head. “Me too, I guess. Now, how about some clothes and lets give Gran the briefing.”


The family landed on the balcony with Gran there to meet them.

“Is everyone alright?” she kept asking as she checked them over carefully. “And…and Sookie, what happened to your dress?”

“I had a shower and changed clothes,” she smiled at her grandmother and hugged her. “There is a lot to tell, Gran.”

“’Tis true, His La La Fineness says. Eric was dead, Sookie was injured and His La La Fineness has perhaps found the love of his life,” Lafayette announced as he threw his hands up in the air. “And a great big hallelujah! And thank you Jesus, literally,” he nodded. “We has gots us Gran, some day walkin’ vamps, the righteousness thats is God and stories to tell. You needs to starts with Miss Sooks,” he grinned. “I am pourin. No need to tell me when to stop because I thinks we all needs a great big glass of somethin’ spiritual and upliftin’. I feels an Ole! moment comin’ on!”

“Sookie…injured,” she looked her grand-daughter over again. “Oh my,” she said eyeing the vampires.

“And you are okay?” Her focus was back on Sookie.

“Yes,” Sookie nodded, and turned around slowly in the dress she had borrowed.

“You all look…well…different. I’m not sure how different, but different.   Sookie looks the same,” she said peering at her closely. “And you said she was hurt?

And they can daywalk?

Bring me a glass of something tall, Lafayette. And you know I don’t drink wine. Now you all just come on in, sit, and tell me.”

“Well, first,” Sookie began, “you are going to be a great grandmother. A baby boy. Eric is taken with Erikr Ericsson Northman. He says the middle name is non-negotiable. As well as the last name. There might be some wiggle room on his first name.”

Eric dropped his lower lip and with very sad eyes a tear slipped out. “Or maybe not,” she laughed as she took his hand.

“Oh my goodness Sookie!” Gran said jumping up to hug her.

“And Eric comes bearing gifts. Some…” she paused, “of great historical, personal, and religious value.

But first, we shall give you the blow by blow for the party. It will be just like you were there! And with all the bits and pieces, we can put together the entire evening and maybe…” she shrugged, “maybe know for sure who started the fires.”

“Fires?” Gran sat up.  “Just put that bottle of Jackhere on the table in front of me, please, Lafayette.”

“Let’s put the blueprint of the area up on wall and fill in the key players,” Samuel said going to get his laptop.  Opening the case and pulling up S-A’s residence, he projected it up on the wall.  “Let us start with the first arrivals. That would be me,” he grinned. “Oh look, there is a photo of me looking very charming with that drink tray. Now, let’s start adding in principle players and deleting those that are not. As we scan the crowds, we just might find one or two someones who should not be there.”



They each told their part of the evening. Who they had talked to and who had been talked trash about and where different people were standing in the rooms

“Oh my goodness, Sookie,” was heard multiple times from the matriarch of the family. “Really, all those public figures  doing wrong? Imagine that!” she made a gagging sound and rolled her eyes.  “And look at that asshole! I voted for her and she is not there with her husband whose money she used to get elected! Does not seem to have any problems putting her hand on that young man’s ass, though,” she huffed. “Speaking of good-looking young men,” her focus went to Lafayette.

“And yes he does come withs his own very fine ass,” he smiled at her.

“I know your charming ways,” she shook her finger at him. “Good to hear that someone is talking you into going back to school, Lafayette,” she arched her eyebrow at her favorite grandson. “You have the money now to make that happen. And Sookie will be busy raising the next generation of Stack…” her voice trailed off. “Of Northman’s,” she corrected herself.

“Yes,” Eric had only eyes for Sookie. “And my wife is not taking herself and my son and working for anyone.”

Samuel cleared his throat.

“Well, a select few,” he glared out into the crowd. “But do not think to take advantage of our friendship,” he made a point of squinting at each of one his vampire brothers to help make his point.

“So,” Samuel was carefully scrutinizing the last photo. “Everyone but Compton and Andre are here.  I did not smell smoke on Andre at the cemetery. That leaves Compton. He was hovering around, behind the scenes after doorman duty. Telling the kitchen staff what needed to be done and giving the wait staff advice on how to carry a tray. He did not even bother to change into dry clothes.

Did not see him again until we were outside in the cloisters. He smelled of smoke then, but so did we all.”

“Billy Boy would have high-tailed it out of there at the least mention of fire,” Eric said. “Him moving vamp speed would have fanned the flames.”

“So he was part of it,” Cedric growled.

“Would bet on that,” Eric’s fangs dropped and then he righted himself. “We can continue on this path later, but for now I have gifts! And a story.”

“Oh,” Sookie clapped her hands in joy, “the good stuff!”

“Eric comes with gifts,” Samuel smiled at Gran.

“Gifts?” Gran looked perplexed. “From the fight?”

“You could say that,” Eric smiled.

They settled in and Eric began… “I saw the arrow coming right toward Sookie. I stepped in front of it…then, I was home.”


Gran sat wrapped up in the wonder of it all! Her hands visibly shaking from time to time as Eric talked about the fijords, his dogs, the dragons in the air.

“Mo fo’n,” O.I. chuckled. “So yous done and took the big leap and saw your heart. Mighty damn proud to say I knows you,” he grinned. “And my brother, S.I., that rascal, blowing smokes and still thinking he is the officials welcomin’ home committee.”

“Well,” Eric grinned. “I did get a bit more official than that. Jesse appeared and we chatted. He was the one that told me Sookie was pregnant and did I wish to stay or come back.  That answer is obvious.”

“You mean Jesus?” Gran asked.

Eric nodded. “Before the revolt in Heaven, he was Jesse. I do not know him as Jesus, only Jesse.  When we spoke, I called him Jesse. He did not seem to be offended.”

“I am the root and offspring of Jesse and the bright Morning Star,” Gran was thoughtful. “Revelation 22:16. That gives that passage a whole new meaning,” she mused.  “Just fine, then. Start from the beginning. Do not,” she shook her finger at Eric, “leave out anything. And be prepared for interruptions! I am sure we all have questions.”

Eric began…

“I knew dogs went to Heaven,” Ian punched Cedric in the arm. “I just knew it. Jack and Jamie, those good boys, they  will be there to greet us,” Ian was smiling as tears ran down his cheeks.

“I do so miss my Jack,” Cedric blinked back tears.

“So what,” Gran asked, her voice trembling a bit, “did Jesse look like?”

“That would be my question oh greatest ‘o Grans,” Lafayette nodded.

Eric shrugged. “Like me, only different. Tall, blond, blue eyes.”

“Makes sense now,” Gran nodded. “I always wondered how they picked him out of the crowd. You know, wherever he went. Also, that night in the garden. Thousands of people and Judas could find him there in the dark. And the Romans would have had some type of general description of him.” Gran was lost in thought. “So the tribe of Judah was blond and blue-eyed. Lots of ancint texts that says so,” her eyes went to Samuel.

“Yes,” Samuel nodded in agreement. “The tribe of Judah. The tribe of kings. Red heads and blonds. Light complexions.”

Gran took a deep breath and settled back into her chair. “Docs would say your brain as you were gasping out your last imagined all this. Of course, you are a vampire so there would be no gasping.”

“All true,” Eric smiled. “But you cannot imagine this. I brought back something other than memories.”

“I have a coin for everyone,” he said, passing them out. “Jesse supercharged them. I broke one into four pieces and we swallowed it. This enables us to day walk.

Sookie,” he gave her one. “This will activate your Druid so that you will not need anyone but yourself and this coin to protect yourself. Gran,” he handed her one, “Lafayette,” he bowed to him, “and I have one for Pamela.

O.I.,” Eric wiggled his eyebrows at the dragon, “he said this would give you bragging rights.”

“Mo fo’n,” O.I. wiggled his eyebrows back. “Never gonna pays for another drink when I throw that down. His royal baddest  o’ the asses is mighty good to me.”

“Really,” Sookie regarded O.I.

“The Lamb hung on the cross. When he walked into Heaven and tooks his place at the right-hand o’ God, well…” O.I. nodded sagely, “when we fights the final war, he will be warrior to the extreme and leading the troops.  He wields a sword and lightning bolts like nobody’s business.”

They all sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts and admired their coins.

Then Sookie had a moment. “Silver coins…” she took a deep breath.

“Yes,” Eric nodded, “some of the original thirty.”

Everyone blinked and stared at the coin.

“There is nothing there,” he pointed to the coins, “to be concerned about,” Eric said gently. “He blessed them. Just think on that.

And Samuel,” Eric smiled at his brother.  “One more thing, and I quote:  Please tell Samuel that his repentant heart and his love for his God has not gone unnoticed. All that time he spends in sack cloth and ashes, he is putting me to shame.

Samuel,” Eric sighed as his brother began to cry and went over to the fireplace. “Your heart is pure. God knows this. I don’t think you need to do…” he stopped as Samuel knelt down and retrieved ashes from the fireplace and placed them on his head.

Eric grinned at his brother and blew him a kiss. “Let’s finish this part up so we can move on. We have a couple of bad guys to find.

One last story, as I was falling back into my body, I could see me battling at the North gate of Heaven with Abhartach.  I was that one that pushed him into the ether as we were fighting and did not damage him so he could be tracked and shackled. Sadly, I cursed him to our blood line. Or whatever,” Eric sighed.

“You probably told God you would handle this,” Samuel grinned. “Just get me into a body, Father-God, and his ass is mine.”

“Sounds rights ‘bouts that,” Lafayette arched both eyebrows. “Has nots known the big blond for very long, but, sure ‘nuff, that sounds like our Viking,” he said with a snap of his fingers and a twirl of his hand.

“Does, doesn’t it,” they all said together and then laughed.

Eric chuckled and then his concentration was back on Sookie. “We were standing back-to-back, your sword making as many hits as mine. And I saw the face of the soon-to-be- fallen. It was Compton.”

“Well that explains a lot,” Ian snickered. “Compton was always lower than Were shit.”

“Birds of a feather,” Gran said, nodding her head. “The good guys find their way to each other and the baddies do as well.”

“So…” Sookie began, looking a little anxious. “This is a lot to process…especially, me, you know,” she paused, took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Being there at the beginning.”

“Why would you doubt that?” he asked her. “You are a good person. Doing what is right even when you do not understand it. What you did in the henge,” Eric’s voice was soft and gentle. “You sacrificed yourself on that altar, Sookie. You put yourself in harm’s way for no other reason than believing it was the right thing to do.

And apparently,” Eric smiled at her, “you have always had my back. Even the fiercest warrior will be dead if there is not someone there defending his rear flank. Battles have been won and lost by those who forged ahead with the fight and left their rear wide open.”

“Amen,” Ian nodded. “My brother Justus died on the battle field because of that truth. Dumber than Were shit Floyd was his commander. I hope he is burning in the pit of Hell, with all the others who knew nothing about the tactics of war but wanted to play in that sand box. Bought their position, instead of learning the craft on the battlefield,” he said with disgust.

“Amen,” was said by all as they blew Ian a kiss.

“Rant over. Let me put my stiff upper lip back in place,” he grinned at them.

“You rants and rages all you likes,” Lafayette nodded. “Stupidity is never a cause to celebrates and mostlies it cannots be cured. And it always deserves a good cussin’. Done seens stupid too many times at the bar to count and never been blessed by it. Mosts of the times, it is not even funny. Just sad.”

“Amen,” Sookie nodded in agreement.

Now,” he let out a deep breath, “let us move on to our coins and the big bad or bads. Daylight is comin’ on. I knows our vamps are embracers of the light, now, but His La La Fineness needs his beautifulness sleeps.”

“Any other messages from beyond the grave we should know about?” Gran asked.

“I think that is it for now. Miss Adele, if your grimoire is available, I believe I would like to go through it with my friends. Perhaps between all of us, we shall be able to decipher the different languages.”

“Most excellent,” she replied getting up. “It is in the safe. One moment, please.”

When she brought it out, she placed it on the table. “First page,” she sighed as she opened it, “I hope you one of you can translate it.”

“How about,” Sookie held up her coin, “I just tap this on the page and  say speak to us in English…”

Hercules on the front of the coin opened his eyes and began to speak.

“I don’t know that language,” she addressed the coin. “Give it to us in English.

“This language is Ancient Norse,” his face became animated and took on flesh tones. “Old Norse derived from this language as through the ages the Vikings…”

“At the moment,” Eric interrupted. “We do not need a history lesson. Just translate for us.”

“Nice,” Sookie grinned as she admired the coin.

“Mistress of the Light,” the head on the coin bowed to her. “A pleasure to be called from the depths of time when all could speak. And to wake to be surrounded by those who are ancient and knew the beginning of time. Shall I begin?”

“Yes please. But I have a question. This is the silver talking, correct? You are just using Hercules’ mouth.”

“Of course,” he sounded puzzled. “I merely am using the vehicle with which you are the most familiar.

Now, to the words. An introduction is in order. It is written in a feminine hand. Her name is Hale.

Blessed is the fruit of this land.

Blessed is the fish of the sea.

Blessed is the man who walks this land

And to my heart holds the key.”

“Vikings wrote in Runes,” Eric said.

“Much later,” Hercules replied. “It became a coded short cut in your race. But Hale was fresh from Father and carried in her memory the correct way of doing things. Her glow from this page says as much. She imprinted herself in her words. I can feel her love for this man and warms me and causes me to rejoice. What a blessing to one as old as I to know that goodness and mercy lived in her.”

Samuel lifted the coin and turned the pages. Eric said nothing more as he looked at Sookie and their eyes locked. Putting his arm around her and taking her hand, while they listened to the poetry and observations, they said nothing, but their eyes said everything.

Birger is evil, he uses the Ways of the Land to disguise himself. He is not like me. He does not ask the Light for what needs to be done, but instead pulls from the darkest nights when the wolves hunt their prey into the ground and the foxes scream from lust and being devoured.”

Eric and Sookie looked out into the crowd. “So it begins,” he said softly.

Hercules told them of how Birger had also climbed up the stairs to follow his malicious master to escape his own doom on earth.

“Stop there, please,” Sookie said sitting up. “So what happened to him? Is he still alive in some sort of quasi-human spirit form? And could he be the judge that had me? Come back to spread his cheer around and open the portal for his master? And who in the hell is  Cacius? Now there is an evil mo’ fo’er if I ever saw one!”

“Should I continue?” Hercules asked.

“Wait there, we will let you know,” Sookie replied. “We are going to talk this point out. And oh,” she smiled at the coin, “thanks for all the great info so far. You rock.”

“Yes,” there was happiness in the voice. “That is how I started out my life. Ore in rock. Now I am just ore. I miss the companionship of the rock and the many voices that resided there.”

Sookie looked at the coin and had a moment… “I…I can hear people’s voices, also,” she said cautiously.

“My sister!” Hercules said with joy and smiled. “Born of the earth and of the mind of our Creator you are. It is good to be with family once more.”

“Oh-h-h-h-h-h kay,” she responded. “Thank you for that compliment.” Sookie looked at those around her who were grinning and blowing her kisses. “Now, let’s get started,” her voice was serious as the smiles got bigger. Shaking her finger at them and rolling her eyes, she glared at them and then finally grinned.

“We know that Birger made it up the stairs because Hale has recorded it as so. And we know that in our henge Abhartach did not make it back up the stairs. Is that right? Or did I dream that? He was going up and then he was still standing there when the stairs faded out and the stars faded in.”

“Yes,” they all nodded in agreement.

“So just where the fuck are these two? And who is this fucking judge? Corrupt human or something more? As much as Birger wanted to be king of anything, and if his body did not survive that transition, we know his spirit did. Could he be the one in the judge? And where is that worm Cacius? Now there is a willing donor for evil if I ever saw one. Yes, please demon-ize me. I want it fucking all! And pleazzzzzze, no work required on my part!” She fumed. “You asshole,  hit me. Let’s just see you try that again,” she spit out. “You are now on the top of my shit list!

And I am pregnant,” tears rolled down her face as her hands lay protectively across her tummy. “A baby,” she sobbed in joy as Eric wrapped his arms around her and tried to pull her into his body. Keeping her safe and willing her to know what he was feeling inside: the rage that she had been taken and hurt…and the love that flooded him and poured out! It engulfing him and him willing it to consume her as well!

“I can feel it,” she pulled back a bit and smiled up at him. “The energy radiating out from you! And the warmth,” she said softly, her hands in his hair. “And the love…it has planted itself inside of me as well and with Erikr, will grow and mature every minute.

There is power there. This is more than what I felt when that cursed blood moon crested the horizon. This is old…before my time…and even before yours, Eric. This is more than knowing right from wrong, this is knowing good from evil. This is who I was as I stood at The Gate and guarded your back.”

A very small smile traveled from Eric’s lips to his eyes.

“It is not for me to judge folks, that is God’s call.  But I will now do what I must to keep my family safe. All my family,” she said smiling at everyone in the room.   “So, all you warriors in the room, what would be their next move?”

“Easy,” Ian’s voice was serious. “They would storm the castle.”

“Yes,” the men folk all nodded in agreement.

“Okay, clue me in. Where would that be?”

Fangtasia,” Eric replied. “Time to wake up the magics.”

“What?” Sookie squeaked. “You mean like the guys in the boat on the front door?”

“Did the welcome you?” he asked, smiling.
“Yes,” she grinned. “They were most polite.”

“Good, I will no have to melt them down.

There are other things that I have collected over the years. They all speak to me. Occasionally Pamela will catch a glimpse of one or it will sneak up behind her and scare the human back into her.”

“Those gargoyles really do their thang,” Lafayette asked with reverence in his voice.

“Indeed,” Eric smiled. “Time to put the club on alert.”


“Will you stay with me forever?” Sophie-Anne sobbed, as Pam got dressed.

“Blah, blah, blah, fuck no,” Pam replied as she pulled on herJimmy Choo’s  and stood up. “You are a once in a hundred-year fuck on my worst day as human or vamp. And believe me, there are a lot of miserable fucking days in that mix.”

S-A pulled herself up out of the sheets and said haughtily, “I will call Eric and tell him to command you!”

“Do you see this?” she said pointing to her face. “This is me rolling my eyes. Eric is just looking for any excuse to let me end you.”

“I have died at your hands,” the queen was back to sobbing. “And I find I must greet each day as thus,” she wept.

“Buy a fucking vibrator and name it Pamela because that is as close as you are going to get,” she snarled. “Now,” she said applying her lipstick, “I have places to be and friends to fuck over before sunrise. And seriously, do something with your haircut. It dates you to the, hell, I don’t know, 1960’s. Jackie Kennedy’s look is lost on you. Just makes you look like a sad, friendless, easy piece of ass instead of a lady.”

“I will send for you,” S-A snarled, “and have you brought back to me in silver chains!”

“Look,” Pamela walked back over to the bed. “Oh damn,” she held her hands up, “I have chipped my nail polish…well fuck, I am going to need a manni first.

Look,” she lowed her hands and shook her head at her queen. “Your place of business is probably still burning. If I were you, I would be more concerned about all that gold melting down and being found by the fire fighters. Oh, now there is an idea. I could forgo the nails and admire those First Responders in action.”

“I thought you only did women?” came the snarky reply.

“Who the fuck starts those rumors about me?” she sighed with her hands over her heart. “HRM,” she bowed regally and then the door was pulled closed from the draft she created when she exited.

“Yes! I have left the building!” she crowed as she picked up speed. “Perhaps there are first responders that needed my help! I am very experienced at helping them out of those uniforms and into  a welcoming Pamela! Thankyouverymuch!”


Cacius stood outside the henge, with Leroy standing in the circle.

“What do you mean there is no altar stone?” Cacius said for the third time. “Leroy, look around again. It has to be there.”

“Stop,” the judge hissed, “calling me Leroy. I fucking hate that name.”

“I am going to call you a tasty snack if you do not find that stone. When I stepped down, I could smell the blood. There was a sacrifice made on the top of it and I want it.”

“Look Cacius,” he began. “You need me. That body limits you. For instance, entering this circle. That is a very big no-no! So I am looking and I don’t see it. Now, where else might it be? Fuck, you were here. As spirit and in that body. So make me a believer, again, in your greatness. Dig through that worm’s memories and let’s get this done. You can be the new god of this world and I can rule. But information  and knowledge has got to happen.”

“Being here on Earth has made you very brazen, speaking to your god in such a way,” he snipped.

“I have been in and out of  more bodies than there are blow flies on a bloated corpse. Living here makes you self-sufficient. I have had to be as I only get any kind of guidance from you when the Blood Moon rolls around. This last body was a Judge. Useful. And I made contacts and I used them. And here we are. Now, where else do I need to look for this stone?”

“This body and I, we have been to Fangtasia. They held a meeting there. Supernaturals of all types in attendance. That is where they laid the plans to defeat me. Those that fought that night came from there.

We begin there. Perhaps there are worshipers there as well. I could use a willing blood sacrifice so I can bring global conflict to this world and put you in the ruling business.”

“About fucking time you have finally said something  I want to hear,” Leroy said as he began his walk out of the henge. “I will drive and you just tell me what you know about those law-abiding citizens at Fangtasia. I need to know what we are up against and what it is going to take to kill them.”





Dear Readers,

Whoa! I am back to giving the tours in CRAZY! Wooohooo and yippee-i-o-tie-a! Ridem’ Cowboy! And Mo’ Fo’n! Pass the tequila!

Been to Wyoming…truly, Big Sky Country! And the opal mine in Spencer, Idaho!

And just to show that you do indeed pay for your good times I also removed the old grout from our shower and grouted and sealed that…whoa!  Seriously…and Bill said it looked so nice the other bathroom could stand a do over as well. (Bangs head against wall…but not too hard…would have to  do drywall repair and paint  that)!

Am recovering nicely from the oral surgery and it is Monday and today I am posting…as short as it is…

And peppered with mistakes!

Here goes…

As always, thanks for reading! And for hanging with me!

Be blessed and be the blessing,


The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon—Chapter 14

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Chapter 14

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

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The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 14

It was odd. Eric was and yet was not.

In his one  thousand years he had seen many things and he knew that there were things that he had not seen but were still present and walked along with him. 

Since they had fought the night of the eclipsing blood moon, Eric’s sight had begun to change. Things seemed clearer and cleaner and he would, from time to time, see flashes of light from the corner of his eyes moving at an incredible rate of speed. Faster than vampire…faster than…well, the speed of light…and this odd feeling of being at peace was just one more thing.

He could smell sunrise before he could feel it. All vampires could. Warm air smelled different than cold air. In warmth there was life…of all sorts and descriptions. And each season smelt differently. From the heady smells of summer to the sun warmed snow.

Eric could feel the heat of the rays of the sun before it appeared. He did not have the urge to take shelter. This was a different reality. As he walked, Eric was not for sure if the ground gave way or if it was his body that changed or both. He was too busy looking at everything around him. The colored lights that pulsed and flashed were falling faster and faster until they took shape and form. 

He was standing on…on…earth. Dirt…ground. He could hear it giving way beneath his feet.

It was sunrise, the beginning of a new day. 

But this sunlight that cleansed his body pulsed in him, he found it familiar. Like a taste long forgotten; a smell of something that he once, knew.

Looking past the light, he saw the blue of the sky…no it was the blue green of the water and his bare feet walked on grassy land. He was standing in an old growth forest on a high cliff. In the distance was another cliff and he could see that the heavily wooded hill run down into the water. The mountain peaks in the background were covered in snow. Blue skies and white fluffy clouds provided the backdrop for the mountains.

Of course, he smiled as he looked around. The fjords! “I’m home!” Laughing, he sat down in a sunny spot and breathed deeply of the pine forest and the lavender that grew in a rotted log. “I’m home!”

In the background there was the howling of the dogs. His dogs! His good boys!

“Rosta, Gramr!” he called out as they came bounding up out of the field of sunflowers. Standing to greet them, he was bowled over and covered in happy kisses and sniffs and tails’ wagging so hard, it looked like they just might take flight!

There were tears flowing from his eyes as he sat up on the grass and there was one of his good boys on either side of him. With his arms around their bodies, hugging them close, he turned to Rosta and said, “I am truly home!” There was a lick on his face and a great big smile!

“I am truly home,” he turned to Gramr. His best boy licked the tears from his face and both dogs lifted their heads and howled for the homecoming of the rest of their pack!

“My good boys,” Eric sighed as he hugged them close and leaned back against the hillside. The flowers releasing their perfume as he settled in to watch everything around him.

Out on the water a long boat glided by, those at the oars racing another dragon boat!

“Erikr!” was called out. “We could use an extra set of hands. Those that want us to call them Viking think to beat us!”

“Gorm! You and Herald need to row harder! And you have Rilder as your coxswain! That very bad decision is on you! Not even my muscles is capable of fixing that!” he laughed as he watched them skip across the water. Their sails full of air as their boats snaked through the water with dolphins dancing before them.

In the distance, he could see a man walking towards him. “And not just any man! But Jesse! One of his best friends and fiercest battle companions.

“Good to see you,” Eric said as this being sat down next to him and they both paused as a butterfly passed by, lingered for a moment and then continued its dance on the breeze.

“Are…” Eric pointed skyward and then stood as if standing got him much closer…”are those dragons?” he laughed in joy!

“Yes,” came a chuckle as Jesse stood. “All with a heart that has been sacrificed are welcome here. The fjords seem to speak to us all.

Your fjords, Erikr. This is your place of sanctuary. What you saw when Father called on all of us to dance in the act of Creation. I wish I could take responsibility for this, but, this is all you.”

“Perhaps my heart was once so, but after I was turned,” he opened his eyes and sighed, “I became lost.”

“But only for a hundred years or so,” Jesse said to him. Blue eyes met blue eyes. “And that is part of the human experience. And vampire experience.”

Both men sat back down, in the quiet, watching the waves and the sky.

“Why vampire?” Eric asked. “Why was I turned?”

“Because,” Eric heard the gentleness in his voice. “There was a fallen, Abhartach.”

“Oh yes,” Eric nodded, lost in a memory. “We were war planning, evn then, Ian, Cedric, Samuel and Sookie…” his voice trailed off.

“Long time friends,” Jesse nodded. “Like is drawn to like,” he patted Eric on the knee.

“Same with evil,” Eric looked into those blue eyes and saw truth.


“When the rebellion started, we battled to the North Gate, Abhartach and I. Sookie was at my back…fighting… and I pushed him out. Bloodied my sword on him and cursed him to the ether.”

“Yes,” Jesse nodded.

“Oh Were shit,” Eric sighed. “That is the real reason why my family has to destroy this cocksucker.”

“Yes,” came another nod and yipping in agreement from the dogs!

Eric closed his eyes and could feel the sun beating down on him. Smell the water, the pine, the cold that blew off the mountains. And remember his friends…they were friends here, friends there, and would someday, once more be old friends reunited here.

Opening his eyes, he regarded the man that sat next to him. There was no frown of disfavor or smile of acceptance. Just that piercing blue, thoughtful gaze that was concentrated on him.

Eric  heard his name called  from the sky and looking upward started to laugh. “That looks like O.I. Must be his brother, S.I.,” he mused. “Greetings o’ favored younger brother of the King of the Dragons,” he called out.

“Erikr,” was called back in joy as Erikr, welcome home! was written in smoke in the sky.

“So I finally made it back here,” he shook his head in disbelief. “At times, in my day slumber, I would dream of this place. I just thought it was a human memory.”

“Mm-m-m-m,” Jesse nodded. “Funny how that works. At times, when we are at our lowest, up pops a memory of home.”

“That is very clever,” Eric nodded. “A spirit memory that overlaps the human memory, speaking to both your spirt and your human. That one thing that brings you comfort seeing you through the next couple of minutes.  And of course, your friends. Those you have shared an eternity with…”

There was a faint smile from the man next to him. “I was there, at the cruxifiction, wasn’t I?


Eric grasped Jesse’s hand. He could feel the anger swimming to the top. “I am going to kill those cocksuckers as well.”

“Not if Jerusalem beats you too it,” he smiled.

Eric took a deep breath and chuckled. “Of course, for the evil ones, that would be the same. Like running with like. Perhaps that explains Andre and his fear of fire.”

Both men laughed.

“How is Hell?”  Eric leaned in closer.

“Not burning as hotly as it could be. They have been cheated out of  Abhartach. And Andre,” came his reply, “who has hooked up with him.”

“Well fuck,” Eric grinned. “Sounds like good times. I should sharpen my sword.”

Then he frowned. “And really, did Compton say he was going to have the bragging rights about killing me?”

“Well yes,” The Eternal Son grinned. “He cannot wait to blog about that.”

Eric growled. The dogs, looking around, growled along with him.

“But I am here so I must be finally dead.”

“Who says?” Jesse asked.

“I mean, a wooden arrow went through my heart. I should have exploded.”

“Well yes it did,” he answered. “But do you remember those one hundred years and how they ended. That little tiny bit of a human female put a wood stake partially into your heart. When it was removed, a very microscopic piece was left next to your heart. For the past thousand years you have building up an immunity to your allergic reaction to a wooden stake through your heart. So your body is still intact. You are not dust floating in the cosmos.”

“Oh…” Eric was thoughtful. “So maybe I am not completely and totally and neatly dustly dead.”

“Perhaps not. So the question remains, do you wish to abide, or do you wish to return?”

“Oh, a choice,” Eric looked thoughtful. “But…” he hesitated, “I thought at the end-of-time we were all fighting the big war?”

“That has not changed,” Jesse said with a nod.

“If I am not there physically on earth, am I in?”

“Well,” Jesse began with a shrug. “Not boots on the ground kind of in. More like angelic up in the sky.”

Millions of voices raised in harmony as halleluiahfilled the air. Jesse smiled and Eric rolled his eyes.

“Really?” Eric arched an eyebrow, holding up both hands and lowering them up and down as a scale. “Beautiful signing or the yelling and screaming of your enemy!

I was not nor have I ever been part of the angelic chorus. I am a warrior.”

“So true,” Jesse chuckled.

“Wait one,” the blue in Eric’s eyes changed.

“If I am here, who in my family battles Abhartach?”

“Your son and his mother,” came the straight forward reply.

“I have no son,” Eric stared at his brother-in-arms.

“Yes, you do. He has not yet been born, but he will. In about nine months, earth time.”

“No-o-o-o-o,” Eric shook his head.

“Yes. Sookie.”

“That was not even sex I had with Sookie…” his voice gave him away. “I am ashamed that she had to endure that! Her first time should have been all that I could have provided for her. No, next sex…” he said with authority.

“Really? I believe this is an eye rolling moment!  Penis in vagina, ejaculate. I think that counts as sex. And causes the human race to continue.

Just remember, pride goes before a fall,” he chuckled as he watched Eric’s chest swell and a Viking war cry echoed through the mountains as he beat his fists against his chest!

“And,” Jesse took several coins from his pocket. “I am going to supercharge these. When you get back, break one into fourths and give a portion to Brother Samuel, Ian and Cedric. All of you swallow it. It will cure you of your aversion to silver and put a little zip in your step when you daywalk. Also, feed them some of your blood. They too will have no problems with wooden stakes.

Give Miss Sookie one. Have it put in a bracelet or make a ring, or whatever. This will kick start her Druid whenever she needs it and will no longer have to rely on the Blood Moon. One to Gran and one to His La La Fineness. And,” he hesitated, “one to Pamela. When she needs to daywalk, and there will come a time, she must have it on her.”

“Really?” Eric lost his smile of pure male and became serious. “You would trust Pamela to daywalk?”

“She is, in her own way, very responsible. Besides, she is going to want to be there when her brother is born.

And last but not least,” he held up the last coin, “that very charming rascal O.I. It will give him a forever of bragging rights.”

Eric watched as the coins were held aloft and they pulled all the sunbeams that lit up the sky into the coins and all went to darkness. Where the sun had been, there was a faint outline of light around what Eric thought maybe could be described as a blackhole but he was pretty sure it was not. There was an explosion of light from the hand that held the coins as they went super nova and the sky was once more light!

“Impressive,” Eric smiled.

“Well, there are certain perks to being The Eternal Son.”

Jesse handed him the shekels. Eric turned them over in his hand. “You sure you want to break up the set?” Eric asked him. “I was not raised in the Christian faith, but I have certainly heard the stories. These are silver Tyrian Shekels. Samuel is very amused in a very angry sort of way, that it has Hercules on the front and it was the official coin of the Jewish Temple. Seven of the thirty, perhaps?”

“If I don’t put them to good use, Jerusalem says she is going to well…best not voice what she said.”

Eric nodded. “She still not a big fan of crucifixion?”

“Woof,” Jesse said, his eyes round. “You could say that.

So let’s get you back in the business of kicking ass. Compton has betrayed Sookie to Judge Brown and he has passed her off to Andre. They are presently at the St. Louis Cemetery.

You want one last look around?” Jesse asked.

“No,” Eric smiled. “I know what home looks like. And it is my wife carrying my son in her arms.”

“Excellent. One more thing, please tell Samuel that his repentant heart and his love for his God has not gone unnoticed. All that time he spends in sack cloth and ashes, he is putting me to shame.”

“Will do,” Eric smiled.

“Blast off,” Jesse grinned.

“Roger that,” Eric said grasping the coins in his hand and for a split second caught a glimpse of Sookie battling behind him. Her sword defending his back! Looking past her, he could see who she battled! It was a face that looked like Compton’s!

Then came an incredible sense of urgency! He felt himself falling  faster than the speed of light as he went rushing past the stars! “How odd,” his brain registered. “I know what the speed of light is like!” When his spirit hit his human body, it was an agonizing moment as it felt like all of his cells had exploded!

Eric opened his eyes and sat up. Lafayette and Jake were busy pulling arrows out of Ian and Cedric and then offering them their wrist.

There was still an arrow through his heart. Pulling it out, he assessed the situation and knew there was no threat.

Samuel was sitting up and swearing at the top of his lungs while bullets pushed out of him. It was a little odd to see Samuel so upset, but then, it had been an odd sort of day.

“Drink and heal,” Eric said getting up and going over to his brothers.

“You are alive!” was yelled from everyone as they turned to see him.

“You are alive,” Samuel wiped the tears from his eyes as he reached out for his brother.

“Yes,” Eric reached down and hugged him. “And I come with gifts from the other side and good news and this and that. So drink,” Eric opened his wrist.

A hit went to Samuel, then Ian then Cedric.

“Damn, you old sod fucker!” Cedric said standing. “I feel great.”

“Yes, you are going to feel even better. Please observe, I have seven silver Tyrian Shekels that has passed from the Jewish Temple, to Judas, back to the man that he betrayed.

I watched them go to a super nova, then a black hole, and then back to being a coin that will allow us to daywalk,” he grinned as he broke one into four pieces.

Tossing his piece up into the air, he caught it with his tongue and then swallowed it. “I am off to save Sookie. this coin is for her.  The others are gifts to my family.

I shall have Sookie’s made into a charming piece of jewelry she can wear. This will enable her Druid and she will kick anyone’s ass that thinks to come against her and our son. She is at the St. Louis Cemetery, with Andre. If you wish to come with,” he tossed a piece to each, “swallow it and let’s get this done!”

“Mother of God,” Cedric crossed himself and swallowed. “They let you into Heaven?”

“That is a great big fuck yeah!” Eric replied with a laugh. “Turns out I have my own piece of Valhalla  that I thought up and everyone likes to hang out there.

Now, I have to go get Sookie and kill Andre,” he said and was gone.

“Tally ho!” Ian shouted and he and Cedric took off.

“You want a lift?” Samuel asked Lafayette and Jake. “Or are you going with O.I.?”

“O.I.,” they both said together and Samuel was gone before they finished.

“Hope on and let’s rock ‘n roll,” O.I. grinned. “We are back in the biz!”


The brilliance before Jesse shimmered and danced as it approached him and a shape appeared. That of a man. A humble man. He was short and non-descript. Not certainly the way you would expect a god to appear. And especially not I Am.

Standing in front of his son, Al sat down next to him with a dog on each side and said, “That went well.”

“Eric does like a good brawl,” Jesse laughed.

“Well yes, but I mean about putting seven of the shekels to good use. My daughter will be well pleased. I do believe Jerusalem has taken pissed off to a whole new level. Satan can vouch for that.  You have twenty-three more to go. I’d get busy.”

“She is her father’s daughter,” the younger man said, pride in his voice.

“Damn straight she is,” God grinned. “And I am proud to call her mine.”

Al went walking off with the dogs and Jesse tossed a piece of silver up into the air. Catching it, a grin covered his face.

“I do know where I could dispose of another two. That would take me down to twenty. At the end all I am really going to need is twelve. So that will just leave me with eight…oh, I like that a lot.”


It was good to be an arch angel, Gabriel observed as she down shifted her truck. It made life interesting and could come with varied and motivating jobs. Right now she was driving a trash truck. The great big kind that hauled a lot of garbage and just fifth in general! Which was just fine. She had a job specific dump that burned 24/7 for all of eternity where she could dispose of it.

The trash truck was bumping down the country lane. Not even blacktop out in this part of the world, but folks lived out here and rubbish had to be picked up. Gabriel had certainly worked worse terrain and it was all fun! Especially for her riders in the back! Those that were Hell bound but had asked politely if they could just abide in the back.

“As long as you can stand the stench,” she would laugh. “Just pound on the back when you have had enough.” The newbies never knew what to make of her opening remarks. Once inside and met the greeter, it was not long before they were pounding and screaming to be let off in Hell.  Judas eventually ran everyone off. Burning in Hell was easier than listening to his bullshit.

As she merrily bumped along, there was a glow of a halo up ahead. Now that was interesting. There stood  Zeek waving her down. Pulling over, she hit the brakes and put on the emergency flashers.

“What’s up?” she asked jumping down out of the truck.

“That body whose soul I am here to usher on, refuses to give birth to the spirit, Gabriel. Damnedest thing I have ever seen.”

“Well, Doyle is damned. And  he knows it. Just trying to beat the odds,” she snorted. “The closer we get to the end, the more squirrely they become. All of them desperate, trying to figure out how to stay out of Hell. Oh Evil,” she placed her hand over her heart, “thou hast not one fucking clue.

Now, I am way behind and do not have the time to invest in a nice exit and point them the way to the back of my truck. I have got no time for refinements and excuses. As it stands, I owe everyone on my Thursday crew a beer and a day off.  Time for Plan B.  You in for a laugh?” she asked.

“Always,” he replied.

“Good, send in The Reaper.”

“Really?” Zeek grinned. “I have not seen her in an age. I heard she dyed her hair blue and has a tattoo of the Grim Reaper all the way down her back.”

“Blue…that is a good look on her and I wish I had time to chat. But seriously, Rafael can down a six pack…”

“On that…” he plucked a string on his harp and the vibration went out through the universe.  “Good, here she comes now.  I am going in to watch the show. I just love it when she sticks her scythe in their mouth and pulls their spirit out. Reminds me of fishing. You know, reeling it in, fighting you all the way.”

“Looks like Jesse is with her. Oh to be so blessed,” Gabriel grinned.

“Looks to be,” Zeek waved to the two new comers. He walked in with Grim and Jesse came over to the truck.

“I understand you might have one or two someones in the back of your truck who are entirely too-o-o-o comfortable and just might be looking to build an army and start a war.”

“Damn,” she moaned. “Am I going to have to buy you a beer as well?”

“Oh to be so blessed,” he smiled at her. “I have heard your Thursday crew crowing about how your loss is their gain.”

“Is there something, Boss Man, I can do for you?” she smiled sweetly. “I am behind and probably purchasing Friday’s crew a round.”

“This,” he grinned at her. “Is for you,” he said, pulling a coin from behind her ear and handing it to her.

“I am deeply humbled,” she replied, taking the piece of silver from him.

“That was not my intent. My intent was to give you perhaps a free beer. So from now on, whenever anyone throws down a coin, just toss this one in and see who ends up buying.”

“I have no words,” she began as hallelujahpushed out from her lips and the melody caused all of the stars in the sky to turn towards her and answer back.

“Oh my…” he smiled as he turned toward the truck. “Would you just listen to that wailing and gnashing of teeth back there. There is nothing like a little glory to upset those of the hellish nature.

Now, if you would please, open the back. I am going to leave your fulltime resident a little something.”

“Perfect,” she laughed as she jumped back up into the truck and hit the lever and the back opened.

“That is not fair,” one was screaming. “I am a lawyer! I am a very good lawyer!  And you cannot subject us to that soul wrenching racket! Not until…” his voice dropped off, along with the screams of anger and pain from the others. There was no mistaking who was standing outside, looking in.

“Judas, you are not nor have you ever been a lawyer. But you are a very good liar. Very sincere. Understanding.

Interesting collection of friends you have back here. They all look hungry.”

“So nice of you,” Judas righted himself and straightened out his clothes and put on his best smile, “to provide us with this comfortable ride. We all enjoy touring earth. It has been with pleasure as we have enjoyed the seasons and the rich and amazing aromas that fill the back of our mode of transportation.”

“Well, you are most welcome. And I know how dark it gets back here with the door closed. I have brought you a light, so that you may see.”

“Oh,” Judas was shaking his head, no. “That really is not necessary. The dark is comfortable and…and just comforting.”

“Oh, but it is, so very necessary,” his smile got bigger as he reached in and placed the coin on the wall inside the truck. When he removed his hand, the coin lit up the back and burned through them!

The screams began in earnest. What had been a place of sanctuary for evil, was now, literally, hell on wheels!

Feeling very pleased with himself, Jesse pounded on the side of the truck; Gabriel closed the back and drove off.



Sookie felt the hit to her face, her head hitting the walk, and her body down on the ground. Looking over, she could see Eric not moving. He was white, his eyes were open, staring at her! The arrow through his heart! Leroy picked her up and she was  aware of the fast rate of speed they were traveling. Things just whizzed by in a blur.

And sorrow. She was flooded with sorrow. Eric was dead! She would have to deal with that. She could not cry about it now. She had to be strong and have her wits about her. Damn, she  was still seeing stars, her head feeling like it had been split in two from where it had struck the stone floor at the residence.

The ride was hellish! She was skinned and bruised and a bit bloody. Curling up as small as she could did not keep her out of the brush that they zipped past.

It had been a fast ride though the back-alley ways of New Orleans. All of Sookie’s teeth felt loose. A gate opened and there was a limo waiting deep inside the St. Louis cemetery. When the Weres shifted, the car door opened and a young man stepped out.

“As promised,” Brown said as he handed her over, tossing her to the ground.

“I thank you judge. Your money is in the trunk.”

“Check it,” the Judge said and two Weres went to the back. The trunk popped open and they called out, “Seems to all be here.”

“Thank you,” the Judge smiled.  “Miss Sookie, a pleasure,” he bowed to  her. “No lady,” he sadly shook his head, “associates with vampires. You are lucky all I did was slap you.” Getting into the limo with the nude Weres, the doors closed and they motored off.

“Come on, come on, come on,” she kept willing herself to shift to her mean and ferocious Druid self. As the moon becomes more, you become more. When it becomes less you become less, she heard Gran say. “Fuck!” she screeched.

“Oh come now. I do not prefer the company of women. So we will not be doing that,” he smiled at her. “There is no one about who can hear you.”

“I was  just wondering who the fuck are you? And what do you want with me?”

“Compton told me Sophie-Anne admired you. And had hired you. He said you came with some mind reading mystical powers. I want your abilities for myself. They will be needful in the days and years to come. At some point, if you please me, I just might turn you.”

“Mind reading abilities? Did Compton bother to tell you I cannot read minds without Eric being in attendance?

Turn me? Turn me to what? Just who the fuck are you?”

“I am the Andre, the Vampire King of Louisiana.”

There was a blast of air!

Sookie could feel the energy radiating off of it. Then it stopped moving and there was still a lot of energy radiating out!

“You are the finally dead cocksucker who is missing in Hell,” Eric replied, grasping Andre by the heart and shaking him around. “And did you do this…this…” he shouted in anger, “to my wife?”

Sookie was having a moment! What? What? What? Were her brains left somewhere on the pavement? Her sorrow gave way to joy! There stood Eric! And did he just call her his wife? So she was brain dead! They were not married! So was he really dead? Was she dead? Dying?

“I really am whacked in the brain…” was all she could think as she began to cry.

At that time, Cedric, Ian, and Samul came screaming in at Mach five.

And then O.I., with Lafayette and Jake on his back!

“I did not touch her, Eric,” Andre gasped out his voice high and his words flowing out of him like a gusher of water trying to appease the desert. “Wife…wife…I did not know! I promise!

Wife! It was not I. It was Judge Brown.  I certainly did not tell him to do this to her. She was to come to me unharmed and in good steed. Brown had promised me that she would.  She was to be perfect,” his voice kept going up in pitch and speed!

Eric tossed Andre to Samuel who now had his hand around his heart as he held him up in the air.

Eric knelt down beside her and carefully cradled her in his arms, listening to her heart beat. The heart that beat that nourished his son! His head resting on the top of hers. Wanting to take her pain into himself as he kissed her repeatedly on the head, tasting her blood…!

“Please Sookie, forgive me,” he murmured.  “I could not stop this, what was done to you,” his eyes searching hers.

“And I had to deal with Were shit before I could see to you! I am sorry to have neglected your pain for this long,” his hands were gently touching her face. “You are bruised, scratched and bloodied? Do you want me to heal you? That would require you drinking some of my blood. Just a small bit. I do not believe this would bond you to me in any way. And you would heal, leaving the pain behind. And, and I think it would ensure good health to our son.”

His eyes were searching her face. Lightly touching the bruises that were already beginning to show. The scratches on her arms and bosom. Her head…he felt the anger rise. Carefully and oh so gently he ran his fingers through her hair. Head woods bled like a motherfucker! Her hair was stuck to her head! But her pupils did dilate. So that was a plus.

“Our son?” she stumbled over the words.

“Yes,” he nodded, a lopsided grin covering his face, the joy reaching to his eyes. “But this…this that was done to you. It enrages me and terrifies me that I can see his hand print on your face!

I am going to torture him for days!” he seethed.

“You, you were dead,” Sookie sobbed, the adrenalin leaving her body as she started to shake. “I saw you…”

“Yes,” he nodded, “I was. But I am back now. And that is a story in the telling.

Pricking his finger with a fang, he held it in front of her mouth.

A small drop of blood oozed out. “Just a taste,” he rubbed his nose against hers.

“Okay,” she nodded as she pulled his finger up to her mouth and licked the drop off.

“Oh,” she sighed. “Better than chocolate,” she relaxed in his arms.

“Excellent,” he smiled at her. “Chocolate. Keep that thought. I must do a little business.”

Eric kissed her lightly on the lips and then turned his attention back to Andre.

“You know what you just did is illegal,” Andrea spit at him. “Sharing your blood with a human! I will have you…”

“Have me what?” Eric’s stare drilled into him. “If I were you, I would not threaten me.”

Andre felt the hand tighten around his heart and nodded in agreement.

“What else did Billy Boy promise you?” Eric’s face was now even with Andre’s.

There was only one hope of him surviving this! He had heard of Eric’s berserker rage! Had laughed it off. What was staring at him out of Eric’s eyes terrified him! Time for the truth! “This overthrow Eric, it was all Compton’s idea. There is a human by the name of Cacius. He is a Druid that is helping him out.  Bill is willing to be queen if I get to be king.”

“Are you kidding me?”  Eric eyed him. “I cannot imagine you sharing anything.”

Samuel shook him around a bit. They all listened to Andrew scream and plead for mercy.

Eric nodded to Samuel who stopped upsetting Andrea with his whiplash style.

“No, Eric, seriously,” Andre was sobbing.  “Bill likes, you know, frilly things. And eye make-up. A lot of it. He really enjoyed being queen. Yes, he is just tacky in so many regards, no decorum or good taste at all. But…but…he knows the right people to make this happen. And I am willing to share the kingdom with the moron. I mean, yes, I will kill him later, but he can get me what I want without a war.”

“And Sookie…” he hissed.

Eric felt her stir in his arms. Bending his head, he gently kissed her on the lips as he surveyed the damage done to her face. It was healing, but he was pissed!

“I am sorry, so sorry! Cacius wanted her. For his wife. I promise.” He was searching for words, any words that would cause the Hell he saw in Eric’s eyes not to be directed at him! “We were not going to sell her into slavery. Everyone knows how you feel about that and…and besides…it is illegal!

I will help you anyway I can,” he pleaded. “You know that I am good to my word,” he was crying. “Please, spare me. And I will tell you where Sophie-Anne keeps her treasury!”

Eric snorted. “You mean behind the false mirrored wall in her sleep chamber?”

“What?” Andre screeched. “So that is where she keeps the crown jewels! No,” his voice became solemn.  “I mean the tax money she keeps aboard the freighter Storm Dancer.”

“Samuel?” Eric smiled. “Pass the piece of Were shit to Ian if you would please.”

 “On that, my brother,” came his reply as he tossed Andre to the King of British Isle.

“Hello, Andre,” Ian’s fangs slipped down. “Has been awhile, has it not.”

Bloody tears rolled down Andre’s face.

 Samuel did not bother to hide his smirk as he took out his phone and started punching in info. “Have it. It is registered to…well now, it says here to a holding company out of France. That is owned by…well, would you look at this, S.A.L., SNC. The boat is presently docked in New Orleans.”

“Where does if off load?” Eric asked, looking into Andre’s eyes.

“What?” Andre stuttered.

“You stopped off in Florida. Where in Florida does the boat off load?”

“Well, no…it does not…” Andre began.

“You are lying to me,” Eric grinned.

“Ian, if you would do the honors.”

“My pleasure,” he bowed his head to Eric.

“You really should not have burned my quarters in Paris,”  and squeezed Andre’s heart to nothingness…and  Andre turned to dust.

“Somewhere in Florida,” Samuel grinned. “I will find it.”

Eric turned his full attention on  Sookie. He carried her over to a bench that was before a tomb.

“Sookie, are you feeling better? The damage is gone to your skin. Can I leave you with Gran? I want to track Brown,” his voice faltered as she began to tear up.

“But not right this minute,” he kissed her lightly on the lips.

“We shall get you home and safely tucked in. I will share my story and never again shall any scoundrel think to hurt you. Your Druid will never again depend on the eclipsing blood moon. Or me, or anyone else.”

Letting go of a sigh of relief, she nodded. “Thanks. I feel better, but still…I want my family with me.”

“Of course,” he kissed her on the forehead.

“Jake, is there someplace we can drop you?” Eric asked.

“Ah-h-h-h! Wow! Not everyday you get to ride on the back of a dragon! Mm-m-m-m, can I hang out with you?” he asked.

“Perhaps. But not now,” Eric countered. “We have family business to discuss. Lafayette can always hook up with you later.”

“Come my big mans,” O.I. smiled. “Let us get this fine fellow home.”

“Yous gonna glamour him?” Lafayette mouthed.

“Just this parts,” O.I. mouthed back.

“Let’s gets us airborne!” Lafayette wiggled his eye brows at Jake and climbing onto O.I.’s back, they were gone.

Sookie sat leaning against Eric’s arm. “Oh geeze,” she sighed. “Just look at my dress. It is ruined. And where are my shoes? And,” she put her hands around her neck, “I was wearing some jewelry…and” she started crying. “A baby, Eric? Really, a baby?”

Eric pulled her in close and held her while she cried. “Yes, my Sookie. A baby. A son.”

“But…but how?” she hiccupped.

“My penis in your vagina and I ejaculated. That makes…made our baby.”

“You sure,” she sniffled looking up at him.

“Oh yes…very sure. This man does not lie. Not even to save himself.

Now let us to home. I have a story to tell and presents to hand out.”

Sophie-Anne was standing on an upper balcony watching her party go to Were shit! They were leaving. Of course they were leaving! In the rain! Some were running! In the rain. Like they could not get out of here fast, enough! Someone or ones had started fires! Hating to agree with Eric, she was betting it was Compton.

“Just roll ye dumb fucks in your autos, just roll!”

“Hey,” she heard a familiar voice address her in such a rude manner it could only be one person. Rolling her eyes, she  looked down toward the West gate. There stood Pamela! “A curse…” she muttered. “She is here! Of course she is! My home is on fire!”

“Hey, I am supposed to meet Eric here.”

“Come on up,” Sophie-Anne called out.

Pam floated up and was all business as she approached. “My queen,” she bowed.

“Stop with the Were shit,” Sophie-Anne sputtered. “It looks tacky on you. And tarnishes your otherwise sterling reputation.  Oh ha ha. A silver joke about a vampire. Not very original but fuck, I am past that.”

“Well someone is in a foul mood,” Pam responded. “And, the cause of this…my maker is not down there burning, is he?  I can see why this would upset you. He would be oh so unfuckable.”

“Seriously, my residence burns and you think Eric is someplace in the inferno and my biggest regret is not fucking him! Were shit, for all I know he started it.

But I know better,” she arched her eyebrow at Pam.  “We both know better. I told him earlier that you were cursed. You pass by and things fall off of walls, statues crumble, dogs howl in the distance and my marble floors gets tracked up with Were shit that stains them permanently and fleas spread throughout my home like dysentery in Napoleon’s army.

Now you appear and my residence is on fire. Cursed!” she flung up her hands. “And you cursed me! I give up! Just fuck me in the ass and lets call this quits.  I never should have bet you and not paid up! I never should have taken your date for the evening and not returned her! I never should have told Eric I wanted the Chanel outfit you were wearing…and yes, it looked so horrible on me I destroyed it when I ripped it off.

So here I am and there you are. Let us do this. If Nero can play the violin while Rome burns, you can certainly fuck me while my residence goes up in flames!”

“Do you remember that night in Paris?” Pam crooned to her.

“Were shit,” she mumbled. “Worse night of my life.  Pierce my labia and let’s get this started.”

Dear Readers,

This story was to be finished right before Easter. Just a couple of chapters.  Apparently not.

During the Creation Dance, the fjords were a part of Eric’s joy; what he could see with his heart! Of what he wanted to share with others.

Several of the characters that I have written about have seen this piece of Heaven. This does seem to be a favorite hang-out place. Hey, what is not to love? Dragons, dogs running to meet you, old friends…

The reason I started this story was so Eric could die and  have his glimpse of “home” as well.  Mission accomplished. Moving on!

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,


The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon—Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

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The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 13

“How are we doing?” Eric asked Sookie as the royals went off to say their how-do’s to Sophie-Anne.

Together they strolled Sophie-Anne’s  I Love Me hall.  There were humans admiring the numerous Old Master paintings that featured HRM.

Sookie was shaking her head at the wonder of it all. “HRM has no shame,” said as she stopped to  look at S-A as Mona Lisa. “And really? The Girl with the Pearl Earring?

“Her ego has no limits,” Eric chuckled. “Oh, one of my favorites coming up.

“Un-fucking believable,” Sookie cringed a bit at the next grandiose painting that reached from floor to ceiling.  “The Virgin Mary and Child.”

“Rafael did not paint that,” Eric was laughing. “No one would do that painting. She finally made her child Andre do it.”

“She is going to Hell,” Sookie said with a shake of her head, “and toasting there in The Pit.”

“I am a believer,” Eric chuckled as they continued down the hall, Eric nodding to folks he knew and smiling at those he did not.

There were countless marble statues of Sophie-Anne that decorated the long vista as well.  Who, like Venus, was rising up out of the ocean riding a dolphin. Her trident was tipped with gold as well as her nipples.

There was a twenty foot bronze statue of her leaning against a marble column, her sword drawn, her cape fluttering in the breeze as she stood on the skull of a foe she had just vanquished. The crown on her head, set with jewels, twinkled from the light of the crystal chandeliers that marched their way down the ceiling every ten feet. The column was real, something from Rome’s glory days when gladiators secured the arena. The bronze statue…well, it was believed by most that S-A had never fought with a sword, let alone been to Rome.  The bronze was possibly real…but no one knew for sure.

“You look at home, here, among these priceless artifacts,” Eric remarked to Sookie as they stopped to admire a stained glass window made in the 13thcentury.

Sookie turned her attention on Eric. “What does that mean?” she asked.

“That you are a priceless, beautiful woman that would be at home in such a setting.”

“You mean like an exotic bird in a gilded cage?” she replied.

“There are those here tonight that would see you as so,” his voice was sincere. “But that was not my intent. When you are an expert in your field, or you have simply been around long enough, you can spot the fake amongst the real. Especially objects of art. Priceless, one-of-a-kind treasures are easy to spot. So are humans.

Those so inclined would call it a matching of auras. How they flow and compliment each other.”

“And my aura?” she asked him.

“You out shine anything in this hall. There is a soft glow that radiates out from you. It speaks of peace. Contentment.”

“Really?” she eyed him.

“You may fuss and fume about taxes and money. That is just the consequences of living.  But that is not who you are in your soul. Your human is calm and relaxed.”

“Have you seen my crazy?” she asked him with a chuckle. “When I am angry I am loud and vulgar and from time-to-time have been known to tray-slam someone upside the head.”

“And you are very charming when you do so,” he grinned at her.  “That, my dear, is self-defense. You are not violent as a rule. Believe me, I know evil doers who live on violence. Live for violence. They get off on it.”

There was concern on her face as she placed her hand on his chest.

Raising her hand to his lips, he kissed it. “And that is not who you are.

Now, take for instance,” his hand lightly traced the side of her face.  “That couple far in front of us. The two males.  One is dressed in a gray pin-striped tuxedo and one in black, long tails.

Tell me, just from a general observation, what is wrong?”

“Well,” she focused on the two men who were admiring a painting. “The one in the gray seems to be very at home in his tux. Like he does this all the time.

The one of the right, he keeps shifting around. Pulling on the sleeves of his jacket. Adjusting his collar. Looking around but not in a curious way. Oh, he’s not interested in what the other one has to say.”

“That is correct. Now, let’s go up closer and see if you can get a read on just exactly what is on his mind. And flirt with me just a bit. I know the shorter of the two. His name is Jake Houston. Of the Houston Houstons’.”

“No kidding?” Sookie took a closer look. “The oil barons? Along with shipping and tele-com?”

“Those would be the ones,” Eric smiled at her and brushed a stray hair back into place.

They strolled the hall with Eric’s arm across her shoulders and her arm around his waist, looking at what S-A had to offer. Eric commenting on the artist that S-A had used. His back stories about them making Sookie laugh.

“The painting where she looks like An Arab Beauty,”Eric wiggled his eyebrows, “was actually painted by me. I could forge anyone’s name back in the day.”

“What about now?”

“Well,” he licked his lower lip, “do not be purchasing any of the old Dutch Grand Masters.  Especially ones that has a male resembling me standing in the background. That is all Samuel’s work.”

“What? Sweet Samuel? You are making that up!”

Eric grinned and leaning in kissed her on then nose. “Well, maybe I painted them.”

“You are just bad,” she chastised him as she ran her finger down his nose.

Eric pulled her in closer, kissed her lightly on the lips and then went into an exquisite backstory about the circumstances for the nude of S-A.

“She really has a third nipple,” Eric said in confidence. “That was just not a joke by the artist.”

“What?” she poked him in the ribs.

“It is true,” he grinned. “Now, let me show you Cleopatra’s jewels. HRM says she dug them up herself while she was on a dig with Carter.

I was there in Egypt when Carter rolled into town. S-A was nowhere,” he stressed, “in sight. And the scarab ring in that showcase, now that does look like Samuel’s work. From time-to-time he wants pocket change so he makes ancient artifacts.

That crown that is said to be King Arthur’s in the other case, that was all Samuel.

“No!” Sookie pinched Eric. “Not our sweet Samuel!”

“Well,” his smile got bigger, “perhaps that was me as well.”

Jake and his date had started back down the hall towards them.

Eric had his arm around Sookie as they leaned into the case to admire the ancient set of jewels that S-A proudly proclaimed to have belonged to Cleopatra. “Just a small kiss,” he mouthed in her ear.

Looking over at him,  placing her hand on his face she lightly brushed her lips against his. Smiling at him, she did it one more time. Her lips lingering on his as he leaned in a bit, opened his mouth a bit, and gently kissed her. Tasting her wetness, he felt his blood go to liquid flame!

“Eric! You scoundrel! I hope she breaks your heart!”

They both looked up when they heard his name shouted in joy.

“Jake!” Eric smiled in return when his head came up from the kiss.

“Should know you would be with the most beautiful woman here,” he smiled and extended his hand to Sookie.

“If I might do the introductions,” Eric took a step back. “Sookie Stackhouse, this is Jake Houston. Jake Houston, this is Sookie Stackhouse.”

“Pleasure,” they both said at the same time.

“Yes, indeed it is,” Jake was smiling.

Sookie could see what Eric meant. This guy was at peace. “And please allow me to introduce you to Harvey Whitfield.”

“Harvey,” Eric and Sookie both said together. “A pleasure.”

“Just what,” Eric smiled at him, “brings you from home on such a rainy, cold, November evening?  You always have your nose stuck in law books. I did not think that Lady Justice ever took a day off.

And I know how much you dislike to socialize with those who think to use you for political gain. I do believe the entire Louisiana and Texas State Houses are in attendance tonight. All of them seething about the new maritime law you are pushing for…”

Jake’s smile turned wicked. “Those archaic laws have pissed me off for the very last time. Those good folk,” he choked, “that wish to straddle that wave of neither yea or nay, they are going to drown and be dinner for Poseidon’s Kraken.”

His smile got bigger and was genuine and heartfelt. “And, Harvey wished to attend so here we are.”

“Oh gawd,” Sookie thought, “Poor Jake, he is in love…”

“Jake told me about the Cleopatra jewels,” Harvey placed his hand over his heart and sighed. “They just might be the real deal. I have always had a fascination with the old girl. She carries that one-eyed look so well.”

“See what happens when you scorn a lover,” Jake laughed. “You may live on forever as beautiful, but with the  glaring acknowledgement that you made a very big mistake.”

Eric felt Sookie tap the palm of his hand. Holy shit! She knew Morse code! Now there was a discussion in the making! But for right now, he was getting …_ _ _… SOS! Shifting a bit, her left foot now pointed to Harvey. Easy fix.

“Harvey,” he smiled charmingly, “have you seen the diamond?”

“What?” he asked.

“The one that rivals the Hope. It is called Mouche de feu. Please, if you would allow me,” Eric smiled at him again and allowed his eyes to roam over Harvey’s perfect form. “He’s a swimmer,” Eric noted to himself. “Explains his lean shape, wide shoulders and tight ass. No wonder Jake is attracted to him.

Please, this way,” Eric stepped away from Sookie and placed his hand in the small of the man’s back and together they strolled down the hall to a small alcove.

“Jake,” Sookie began, her voice low. “You know Eric runs with a special crowd, right? I mean, all kinds of gifts and talents and this and that.”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Harvey is not gay. He is not even bi-sexual. He is just doing you so that when you two leave tonight, you will be kidnapped and he will blame it on someone at this party. From the sound of things, perhaps one or two of this crowd would not miss you.”

“What?” he exclaimed, peering into Sookie’s eyes.

“Look, I know you love him. But time to move on from that.

Do you have a body guard or somethin?” she asked. “Your driver, can you trust him?”

“Harvey drove tonight,” he responded, still watching her face.

“Call your people, have them send somethin’ for you. Or Eric can call Pam. Do you know Pam?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “Eric’s child. I have her number.”

“Oh,” Sookie took another look at him. This guy could call Pamela on a whim? Really? Forget the money! Now that was impressive! “Well then, send her a text and have her meet you outside. Eric can walk you out.”

“Will do,” he said laughing, turning his back and taking out his phone as he and Sookie walked back down the hall. When he had finished, they were back looking at the Cleopatra jewels.

“Lovely,” Sookie sighed. “I mean, the workmanship is really somethin’.”

“Indeed,” Jake ran his finger along the top of the glass. “To be so primitive and yet do such delicate work.”

“Well, I don’t know about primitive. They did build the pyramids.”

“Miss Stackhouse,” he replied, “with enough manpower anything is possible. And deceit is not new to this century. I have seen, in my lifetime…” he began and then stopped.

“That’s true,” she nodded her head, taking his hand. “And those things are very pretty, but does not mean they belonged to Cleopatra. Things are not always as they seem.”

“Point well taken,” he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Eric,” his smile got bigger as the two approached. “The only jewel I see here tonight is indeed, your date for the evening.

A pleasure, Miss Stackhouse,” he handed her back to Eric.

“Mine as well,” she bowed her head to him. “Perhaps we will see you later in the evening. The queen has a silent auction at midnight. Perhaps we will see you on the floor.  I would like for you to meet my business partner and brother Lafayette Reynolds. He did a couple of years of law at Tulane and then his momma got sick and he quit school and went back to work. I wish you would talk to him and convince him to go back to school.”

“Well of course. I will give him a proper scolding and the Tulane secret handshake,” he chuckled.

“Thanks,” she grinned. “I appreciate that.”

“Until then, if not sooner,” he raised her hand and kissed it. “Harvey,” he smiled at his date. “I really do think we need to see HRM’s armor room. Just like Batman, she has a fabulous collection.”

The two strolled away, chatting about law school.

“I heard all of it,” Eric said to her as they disappeared from sight.

“You think it is someone in attendance here?” Eric asked her.

“It was part of Andre’s get rich scheme,” she said looking up at him.

Eric’s face was grim. “Andre would not have sullied himself by going out and looking for someone to entice Jake. This reeks of a little palace intrigue. Someone who can take orders and perhaps look out for himself enough to make a little something on the side. Billy Boy Compton comes to mind. Or someone of his ilk. Oh wait one, that would have been Andre.”

Eric and Sookie strolled back to the party, Eric smiling at Sophie-Anne, who excused herself and was joined by Eric and Sookie in the library.

“Who?” she asked.

“Andre thought to have Jake Houston kidnapped,” he replied.

“Lower than Were shit!” she hissed. “Just fucking perfect! Have the state of Texas looking for me along with all those righteous mother fuckers in the state of Louisiana!”

“He has been informed,” Eric said to her in a calming voice.

S-A looked at Eric and closed her eyes. “Do we know who did the dirty work for my scum of the earth finally dead child?”

“No proof, but Compton comes to mind.”

“Oh Eric,” she pouted, “must you lay everything at his door?”

“Well yes,” he replied. “He found the role of queen very satisfying.”

Opening her eyes, she stomped her foot. “I swear Eric, I now know what my mother meant when she said she was having a moment!”

“Sometime, tonight,” Eric’s voice was calm, “Houston will receive a phone call telling him to come home and I will escort him out of the building. Pamela is inbound. You do not have to admit her, she is happy to wait outside.”

Sophie-Anne kicked at an invisible something! “Were shit, Eric. You know it all goes to hell when she is around! All she has to do is walk past anything in my residence and it either falls off a wall, falls off a column, or trips and falls on a stake! She is cursed! You know that, right?”

“I know, that as far as children go, she is not the worst of the lot nor is she the best. There is no way she could possibly compare to me and what a joy I brought to Godric.”

“Pbbbbllllttttt!” she blew a raspberry at him. “Now you are laughing at me,” she frowned at him. “Just keep me in the loop about this. And I want to know what Judge Leroy Brown is chuckling about. He is not drinking, nor smoking, nor has he imbibed of any illegal drug that I can tell.”

“On that,” Eric said with a bow. “We shall see what the Hanging Judge is up too.” Placing Sookie’s arm through his, they were out the door.

“That fucking Andre!” she snarled. “There are some families you just leave, alone. The Houston family has more witches  working for them then there are people in the state of North Dakota! Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Compton….so that is why he has been hand delivering my documents to Judge Brown! Somehow, he figures into this as well.

Well, surprise, surprise, surprise. Just look at who is on top of this situation. The Houston family shall shower me with praise and perhaps gifts for finding out about this little affair of the soon to be finally dead heart!

Bill, I had such hopes for you. Not a high one, but at least someone I could blame when something went wrong and I could offer you up as the scapegoat. Now I just hope you meet the true death sooner than later.”

Lafayette had stopped on the outside of the Armor Depository to admire the statue of Lady Justice which had a very strong resemblance to Sophie-Anne.

“Fuck me runnin’,” he said with a shake of his head. “Has no respect what-so-ever for the righteousness that is the law,” he said in disgust.

“Lordy,” he said to the two men who were walking past him and stopped to linger at the life size statue that was holding a scale. “Have you ever seen such a thang! Queen HRM S-A has done and put herself as the law.

I mean, I have myI Love Mewall, but not even His La La Fineness woulds do that’s!”

“La La,” Jake grinned as he admired the beautiful black male. “Is that short for something?”

“Yes,” Lafayette took a long, admiring glance at the man who was addressing him. “It is a much more fitting title than Lafayette.”

“As in Lafayette Reynolds?” he asked.

“Well yes,” he nodded. “How is it that you knows me?”

“I just met your sister and I know her date for the evening.”

“Hm-m-m-m,” Lafayette looked all knowing. “That blue -eyed blond is a scoundrel!”

“That would be the tall blond,” Jake laughed.

“I am to talk you into going back to Tulane,” he said. “My name is Jake Houston. This is my friend Harvey Whitfield.”

“Pleasures, I am sure,” he nodded. “And hm-m-m-m. Mr. Houston. His La La Fineness says he has a job working for Miss Sooks. Woulds love to go back to school, but I am workin’ for Miss Sooks.”

“What does she do? And what do you do?”

“Well, she owns and is the CEO of Sleeping With One Eye Open.We deal in information.

 I am her CFO. All contracts gets pushed past me as well. I have limited knowledge of the legal eaze but I can and does internet research and has a good nose for bullshits when I smell it.”

“Oh, Lafayette,” Jake took a step back and raised an eyebrow.  “You are indeed a man worth knowing.”

“Well I thank you for those kind words,” he said with a nod of his head to both men.

“We were just going into the Armor Hall. Would you care to join us?”

“Coulds,” he nodded. “I have an on-going bet with myself that HRM is used for the model that holds the bloodied and ancient artifacts of saving-your-ass-at-war.”

“Not one to mince words, are you?” Jake chuckled.

“No, and I also know how to bruise the mint to go into a julip.”

“Oh my,” Jake eyed him. “Tall, dark, handsome, smart and knows his way around a mint patch and a bottle of bourbon. All the makings of a gentleman.”

Lafayette fluttered his eyelashes. “Been a while since I heard that kind of compliment coming from the mouth of a gentleman of the South. Lordy, I miss those smooth talkin’ Tulane days,” he sighed. “The soft lilting voices of those wanna’ be crusaders, proclaimin’ to save the world while makin’ enough money to purchase that third home on the Med.”

“Where did they purchase the other two?” Harvey asked.

“Up the judge’s ass and in Hell,” he replied. “I knows me a sweet talkin,’ lawyer dealin’, judge’s chamber negotiator when I hears one.”

“Touché,” Jake laughed. “Please, if you would join us. Let us order mint julips and talk trash. I don’t get out very often. I am finding perhaps I should.”

Lafayette motioned for a waiter to come over.

“We woulds be havin’ mint julips, all the way around,” Lafayette smiled.

“Aw, if mint is the choice of weed, I would prefer a mojito,” Harvey said.

“One in every crowd,” Lafayette and Jake said together.

Lafayette raised his hand in the air for a high-five and Jake did not disappoint. When their hands made contact, their gazes locked for a second before they both moved on. “Our perfect selves, his La La fineness says,  will be somewhere in amongst the fierceness of these warrin’ this and that’s,” he told the waiter.

“I will find you there, sirs,” Samuel said with a bow of his head, turned on his heel and left.

The armor was interesting and some of it still bloody. The threesome strolled and commented and drank, Samuel always hovering somewhere nearby to refill their glasses.

“Nature calls,” Harvey said with a smile. “I have the feeling HRM would be rather upset if I pissed in this WWI helmet.”

“I believe we all would,” Jake raised an eyebrow at him.

“And rightly so,” he smiled at Jake and tweaked his nose.

As he disappeared from sight, Lafayette turned and faced Jake and said, “How long you been seein’ spooks?”

“Since forever,” he replied. “Or at least as long as I can remember. I have some interesting conversations with my great-grandfather.”

“Yes, family,” Lafayette shook his head. “They do nots have the decency to stay silent in their graves. Nor when they is standin’ in your house. Always wantin’ somethin’. Either the latest gossip or a selfie.”

“And you?” Jake asked.

“Abouts the same. My momma did most of the seein’ and then she lost her will to live so she just let them rule her. I thinks I was about ten when Auntie Jo came rattlin’ around. I do not knows her picked out her forever and a day clothes, but that woman cannot wear peach. And that matchin’ lipstick and nails…lordy…no wonder she does not rest easy.”

“I would laugh except I know you are not kidding,” Jake sighed. “I have an uncle that cannot get pasted his Smiley Face t-shirt. Ragged, worn, dirty, and insisted that he be buried in it. I think it is probably what he died in while shooting up.”

“That is some serious fucked up shit,” Lafayette sighed.

“Yes, serious,” he nodded. “Let us stick to that venue. Since you work with Miss Stackhouse, do you know the plan for this evening?” he asked.

“You means about yous date wanting to kidnap yous. I am in the loop. I thinks he sees his chance gettin’ slim to nothin’. So he will have to take a more direct approach. Yous and me,” Lafayette winked at him, “we are now team Go Fuck Yourself.  You are not to worry, we has got this.”

Jake looked over at the waiter.  “I have been noticing a lack of bourbon in my drink for a while, now.”

Samuel looked in their direction and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Mm-h-h-h,” Lafayette saluted him,  “Brother Samuel, he really is all that.”

Sleeping With One Eye Open,” Jake managed a smile. “So, you really are all that.”

“And then some,” Lafayette nodded.

“What if I wanted to hire you?” Jake asked.

“I don’ts date clients,” Lafayette responded.

“So, how about if I just wanted to date you?”

“His La La Fineness says to just step up to the plate and pitch.”

Slowly, Jake raised his hand and traced the outline of Lafayette’s ear and followed on down his chin, past his Adam’s apple, his tie, and gently ran his finger against his collar bones through his shirt.

“Does that get me to first base?” Jake smiled at him.

“You do has your oh so charm’n ways,” Lafayette’s voice was low. “But I has got to ask, does this not bother you?”

“What would bother me?” Jake looked surprised.

“That I ams black and you are white. Or that you have millions and I has pennies? Yous is a famous lawyer and I am a wanna be that never was.”

“Oh and pbbllltttt!” Jake blew a raspberry at him. “I may be those things that you mentioned, but I like to think I am not a snob. I was afraid that you would say that you are so tall and handsome and I am so short and so average. And that you are not interest in short and average. That your very fine self does not need anyone to validate you.”

“Mmmm-hmmm, Mr. Charmin’ and then some. I cans hear the truth in your words. Yous La La has never dated himself a Boy Scout before.”

“Well get ready,” Jake batted his eyelashes at him. “I was an Eagle Scout. I can start a fire striking a steel against flint.”

“Oh lordy’s,” Lafayette fanned himself. “Gots the visual. Thinks  I am startin’ to smolder a bits.”

“You just need the right kindling,” Jake smiled at him.

“Knows you are in love with Harvey,” he said gently.

“Well, yes. I will cry about that. But not now.”

“Been deceived before?” Lafayette asked.

“Once. My dad told me he was a no good. I got pissed off and told him to keep his nose out of my business.

He was right, of course. But for the longest time I could not get past his lovely smile and big green eyes. So what does that say about me?”

“That yous is human,” Lafayette responded.

“You are very kind.  I tell myself that I am shallow,” he sighed heavily.

“What happened?” Lafayette asked.

“I have an alarm on my safe. I watched him in real time going through my safe, to which I had not given him the combination. Called the police, the rest is break up history. I have been very careful since then and my father, whom I apologized to, well, he no longer offers me dating advice. He says he values our relationship. He will never put that in jeopardy, again.”

“Well, I has gots no safe, one or two spooks who stops by and not much else but what I has it surely reflects the soul of his La La Fineness. We can stay at my place.”

“Does it have air conditioning?” Jake asked.

“Is that a deal breaker,” Lafayette raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, I would just have to buy you one. I really do not like the heat and humidity.”

“And yous live in Houston?”

“Yes,  I know, the irony is not lost on me. But I love my family and I love meeting them for lunch or dinner or anytime they call. Breakfast can and has lasted until past lunch. So,” he shrugged, “I live in Houston.”

“Got some refrigerated air,” he nodded.

Jake’s smile dropped from his face. “Will you hold me while I cry?”

“You know I will,” Lafayette stroked his face. “And I will cry with you. For what has been lost and what has been found.”

 Harvey had stopped to chat with  Senator Bluff out of Mississippi. He was congratulating himself on that score. With his soon to be new found wealth, he wanted into the riverboat gambling arena. Bluff sat on the committee as to how that was divided up.

Then he rounded the corner in the Armor Room and there was his date, both hands on the face of Lafayette and lightly kissing him. He stood in disbelief as he watched the two break apart and smile at each other.

“Well fuck,” he hissed under his breath. “This changes things,” as he carefully retraced his steps and then came back in down the main hall, calling for his companions and another round of drinks.

“We are being watched,” Sookie said as Eric waltzed her around the dance floor.

“Any idea who?” he smiled at her as the dance stopped and he kissed her hand and then dipped her back into his arm as a Tango started. “I think it is Judge Brown…or someone standin’ very close to him. Do you know him?”

“Not personally. I have heard some unsavory stories about Leroy, though. HRM asked me to see just exactly what he is about.  He seems to be very jovial and is not high or drunk.”


“Apparently it is noted when he smiles. I am under the impression he does not do it very often.

Let us check out the judge. Somehow, our fine fellows gathered here tonight have the need to provide some mischief.

Oh look, is that Harvey chatting up the judge? Both looking a little pensive. Both seem no longer so jovial and seems to have misplaced their smile. Oh, there goes Harvey.

Let us go spread a little good cheer and make the world a better place for him.

They continued their cheek-to-cheek and stopped just short of Judge Brown who was standing on the sidelines.

“Look, I told you,” Sookie broke the bodily contact and addressed Eric in a loud voice. “I am not sleeping with you tonight. Or any other night. I am here to work the job. That was to be your task as well,” she snarked at him. “Now, if you really want to be helpful to me, how about a glass of punch. I will know if there is alcohol in it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Eric glowered at her. “Ungrateful slut,” he murmured as he walked past Leroy.

“Men,” Sookie hissed under her breath.

“Well, not all men,” Leroy stepped in next to her.

“The benefit of dating an older man is that he knows how to treat a lady. Open her door, find out what she likes to eat and drink so that it is always on hand.”

Sookie smiled at him. “Well, you cannot be that much older…and I really am here working. But that is some line.”

“Working on my heart,” Leroy smiled at her and picked up her hand and kissed it.

“Careful,” she withdrew it, “or I’ll be hissing insults at you.”

“My late wife,” he began, “was a Southern Belle. In every since of the word. When we were first married, I was still in law school and she was teaching first grade. We didn’t have a lot of fine things, like crystal or silver. But what we did own sparkled and shined and you were on time for meals. When I was clerking for Judge Merchant, more than once I had to excuse myself, hightail it home for dinner and then, kissing my bride, I was back out the door.

 I can tell by your voice that you are a Louisiana lady and just as familiar with sitting at lunch with a bank president as you are killing and dressing out your own game.”

Sookie grinned. “Well, maybe. You sir are very astute. Your wife was a very lucky lady to have you to cook for.”

“My Troy, named for her daddy, was an exceptional lady.

Might I ask you to dance?”

“I would be honored,” she replied. “My name is Sookie.”

“Mine is Leroy. My friends call me LR.”

“Well, LR,” Sookie took his arm. “You lead the way and I will follow.”

Eric watched as the two did the Fox Trot.

Judge Leroy Brown. LR to his friends. And the bad guys all knew him in his starring role in the  New Orleans Criminal Court Circuit, as The Chief Judge.

He was known as the Silver Fox in female circles. That head of silver hair was referred to as his crownthat flamed on top of his highly muscled body. He turned heads wherever he went. And it was not just the older ladies. There were plenty of young ones as well.

Ladies of distinguished and monied pedigree wanted to date him and move into his house in the Garden District. It was not the largest one there, Eric owned that one. But nor was it the smallest.

 Handsome, charming, ruthless. Everything written about him said he was sixty. Eric doubted that. He was probably decades, if not centuries, past sixty. Was he a Supe of some sort? Probably. But a type that Eric had not encountered.

“Eric,” Ian and Cedric sauntered over and stood next to them. “Odd just continues to happen here in the colonies. We both just got emergency texts that we need to return home this minute. Apparently…” Ian shrugged.

“Apparently there is Were shit, afoot, me boy’o,” Cedric spoke up. “And it is feared we might step in it. What, the King of Erie wants to know, is a’goin’ on because I am startin’ to smell Were shit.”

“Hang close,” Eric smiled at him. “The dance is about finished. Sookie should be headed back this way.”

LR and Sookie were laughing as he escorted her back to Eric. “I am returning her, sir. I see you have brought her the requested drink. Looks like a sparkling water with a twist. Very wise of you. This ray of sunshine is capable of melting your heart.

Miss Sookie,” he bowed to her. “Until another time.”

Grinning at him she replied, “It was fun, thanks!”

“You are most welcome.”

“Judge,” someone called out, “a moment please.”

“Well,” Eric turned back to her. “What did you find out?”

“He is quiet. In all aspects. His mind, his body. His feet do not make one sound as they hit the floor. I caught some echoes of his past wife. Or at least, I think that is who she was. Or maybe it was his daughter. There was sorrow. She died in childbirth.

Have you guys learned anything?” she asked.

“Things are weird, according to Ian and Cedric.”

Sookie looked over at the two. “Seriously, you know Eric. When are they not weird?”

“You make a good case, Miss Sookie, but this steps up the ladder a bit.”

“Well there goes the fire alarm,” Sookie said as people were being directed outside.

“I smell smoke,” Ian sniffed the air.

“Four different places,” Cedric was turning from side-to-side.

“Where is Jake?” Eric asked.

“With Lafayette,” Sookie said tilting her head to one side and obviously somewhere else. “I’ve got him. He says not to worry, O.I. has this.

First time I have been able to do that,” she muttered.

“You think this is Harvey’s Plan B?” Eric asked.

“If not, then the timing is pretty damn spot on,” Ian said as they walked toward an exit.

“And we all be a’known that there is no such thing as coincidence,” Cedric added sagely and they all nodded and proceeded in an orderly manner toward the nearest door, letting the humans in front of them.

“That damned blood moon,” Sookie replied under her breath. “It has been nothin’ but Were shit since that damned thing rose.”

“That damned blood moon,” Lafayette said as they were being directed out the closest door. “Been nothin’ but Were shit since that thing rose. At least it is no longer pouring. Just a smallish deluge. That has to count for somethin’. Nots a lots of folks in this area. That concerns me a bits,” he was now looking around.

“I conceal carry,” Jake admitted with a grimace. “Wish I could say I trusted people but I deal with a lot of bad folk.”

“I gots a bad feelin’ about this. Takes yous pea-shooter on out and let’s watch and walk. Brother Samuel, hows you doin’?”

“I have a very bad feeling about all of this. I would like nothing better than to link up with the rest of our family and be someplace else.

Speaking of Were shit, I do believe I hear howling off in the background. You know they could possibly work a plan if they did not announce themselves, first. Eric is to our left. There is a culvert through these bushes. Eric and I have used it before. We are going to get wet but we are going to go in stealth mode. Too many humans about to go full out fang and light speed.”

When Eric’s troop came to the exit, they were being divided into groups of three. Some to the left, others directed to the middle and others to the right.

“Spread out and keep walking,” the guards kept repeating. “Away from the building. The fire department is on its way.”

“This is so not right,” Eric said as they rounded a corner and were under a long vestibule that ran the entire length of the building. “S-A had this shipped in from some nunnery in France.”

“How is it wrong?” Sookie asked.

“All kinds of hiding places up in those rafters,” Erie replied. “The nuns were not without ways of protecting themselves.  More than one English maunder meet his death under one of these porches. There were enough hidden spaces in some of these to hide archers.”

“How right you are Eric,” Compton stepped out. “I was hoping for a bit of a bigger fish, but who else will be able to say that they brought Eric Northman the true-death? Those are some bragging rights.”

The archers stepped out. Eric heard the whistling through the air but it was too late.

“How dare you!” Sookie yelled at Bill and took a step forward shaking her fist.

All Eric could do was push her down as the arrow found its way through his heart and Ian and Cedric were struck by silver tipped arrows.

“I want the girl, leave the others,” Judge Leroy Brown smiled as he stepped out of the shadows. “Let us be gone.”

The guards shifted to Were.

Sookie was kicking and screaming! Trying to get away.  She made contact with her nails!

Brown raised his hand and slapped her, sending her to the ground.

It was past time to be gone. Picking her up, with Sookie in his arms, he mounted the back of a Were and they were gone.

“What the fuck!” Samuel roared as he grabbed Lafayette and Jake and was vamp speed through the drainage system.

Reaching the end, there was a silver fence bolted over the end.

“What the fuck!” he hissed. “No time to backtrack!”

“My little mans, La La’s voice is shakin’ with fears! Yous is on.”

Jake could only stand in wonder as the dragon bracelet around Lafayette’s wrist became a dragon that was now fluttering and belching flame as the silver melted.

“Ian and Cedric are down.  I can smell their flesh burning. Eric,”  Tears rolled down Samuel’s face. “My beloved brother  now sees the face of God.”

They were out of the culvert and vamp speed down the porch.

Before Samuel could pull out the arrows, a shadow stepped out of a shadow and fired repeatedly at him. His body absorbing the impact as the bullets struck him.

Dropping the magazine Harvey reloaded. “Should slow your vamp ass down a bit.

And you, you should have left with me, Jake,” Harvey titched under his breath. “Perhaps you could have lived longer,” he pointed the machine pistol at them.  “I am going to kill your newest lover and then send your family bits of you until they pay. These vamps will testify that I mean business.”

“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. hissed from above and Harvey and his pistol of many bullets went up in flame! The ashes fluttered on the breeze and then was washed away by the rain.

It had been a ride though the alley ways of New Orleans. All of Sookie’s teeth felt loose. A gate opened and there was a limo waiting deep inside the St. Lewis cemetery. When the Weres shifted, the car door opened and a young man stepped out.

“As promised,” Brown said as he handed her over.

“I thank you judge. Your money is in the trunk.”

“Check it,” the Judge said and two Weres went to the back. The trunk popped open and they called out, “Seems to all be here.”

“Thank you,” the Judge smiled.  “Miss Sookie, a pleasure,” he bowed to  her. “No lady,” he sadly shook his head, “associates with vampires. You are lucky all I did was slap you.” Getting into the limo with the nude Weres, the doors closed and they motored off.

She was still seeing stars, her head feeling like it had been split in two from where it had struck the stone floor. “Come on, come on, come on,” she kept willing herself to shift to her mean and ferocious Druid self. “Fuck!” she screeched.

“Oh come now. I do not prefer the company of women. So we will not be doing that,” he smiled at her. “There is no one about who can hear you.”

“I was  just wondering who the fuck are you? And what do you want with me.”

“Compton told me Sophie-Anne admired you. And had hired you. He said you came with some mind reading mystical powers. I want your abilities for myself. They will be needful in the days and years to come. At some point, if you please me, I just might turn you.”

“Needful? Turn me? Just who the fuck are you?”

“I am the Andre, the Vampire King of Louisiana.”

Dear Readers,

It is the writer’s job to leave their readers with hope. I have failed you in this chapter.

But I like to post on Monday’s and this is as far as I have gotten.

So here tis.

Sorry about the cliff-ee.

All shall be revealed in the next chapter. Also my reason for Eric sacrificing himself for Sookie.

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,


The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon—Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

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The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 12

Sookie and Eric were kicking numbers around.

“Look,” she pointed her finger at him, “You paid me ten thousand to listen in on that Senator. Now there was a cesspool,” she said in disgust.  “And that was for two hours.

And poor Lafayette, dealing with those ghosts that were hanging onto him, wanting the favors that asshole had promised them for haunting those good folks who would not donate money to him. Where did that dickhead even go to find someone to raise those poor creatures from their rest?

Oh,” she snarled, “do not look at me like that! Some who-do princess here in N.O. did that for him! You know, this just pisses me off.”

“I would not have guessed that,” Eric raised an eyebrow at her. “And yes, I know,” Eric nodded, “that these amounts seem like an unreasonable amount of money. But you pay Lafayette and you will pay taxes on this.”

“Yes,” she squinted at him. “And after you took out taxes, that ten thousand did not go very far. Just barely made a dent on Gran’s medication bills.”

“You did give half to Lafayette,” he remarked.

“Yes, he has a sick momma as well,” she snarked. “We just do not walk away from our families.

My gawd, Eric, ten thousand per person for the entire night is a bargain! I cannot stress cesspool enough!”

“Ten thousand times four hundred is four million,” he replied.

“What?” she stammered.  “That cannot be right.”

“Yes,” he nodded, “it is. And you are correct, that is more than fair. As your agent/manager, I will take my cut, which is…?” He looked at her.

“How much would you normally get?”

“The vampire agents get a third,” he replied.

“What?” she gasped. “God only asks ten percent.”

“Then he sells himself short,” Eric replied.  “It is all about the contacts, Miss Stackhouse and the type of service you need or have to offer. Somethings are very job specific. My queen desires a telepath. That is a rare commodity to come by. So your four million…let me see…one third goes for federal taxes…so you are down to 2,800,000. I get a third. You are now down to 1,600,000. You also owe six percent to the state of Louisiana. So let us deduct 240,000 from your four million. That leaves you with 1,360,000.”

“Wait a minute,” she glared at him. “You are deducting all this money from the original four million. Does that money amount not decrease?”

“Not when you are dealing with vampires, Miss Stackhouse. Now where was I.  Oh yes, so split 1,360,000 with Mr. Reynolds and you have 680,000. A respectable amount. If invested wisely, you could possibly live off of that by retirement age.”

“You asshole,” she hissed at him. “That will just about cover Gran’s med’s.”

“So as you can see Sookie, that four million…not as much as you would think.”

“Fuck,” she spit out.

“Plus, you two are going to need something to wear to the formal. Along with jewelry. I can appreciate you going to the outlet mall to purchase what you are wearing today. It is a cut above your jeans and a t-shirt. But my queen will expect something not from the outlet mall. Those in attendance tonight will know the difference.”

“Fuck!” she stomped her foot.

“Something in the Armani tux line for Mr. Reynolds and not anything off the rack for you. There is a shop on Royal Street. A lovely boutique called The Royal Guard.  Caters to men and women.  I would suggest you go there and mention me.”

“Will they up the price if I bring up your name?” she frowned.

“Probably, but they will also show you the caliber of clothing you will need. Shoes, jewelry, etc. To include your hair. You could use some highlights.”

“Fuck you,” she mumbled, again.  “You are so not worth this. But Gran is,” she eyed him. “Highlights my ass,” she glared at him.

“Excellent,” he grinned. “I can see we are in total agreement. Now, I have some business at the club that must be seen, too. I have to call Pamela and see what is so desperate that she has been calling.”

“Do…” Sookie hesitated, “do you think she has caught  the thief in action?”

“One can only hope,” his smile got bigger. “If that is the case, there will be joy in her voice instead of the bitch that resides there.

Adieu until the morrow, Miss Stackhouse, Mr. Reynolds,” he said with a bow and a flutter of his hand.

“And to you as well,” they both said with a slight bow of their heads and then stood to leave. When they approached the pocket doors, they opened and were escorted to Sophie-Anne.

“Eric explained our money ways to you,” she smiled when they entered her throne room.

“Yes, ma’am,” they both bowed their heads.

“Four million is a fair amount,” Sookie replied, “Minus Eric’s one third and the taxes. We will need the W-2 form before we leave.”

“Yes, of course,” she smiled and motioned to a man in the corner of the room. “Speak to Ruppert. He is the accountant for my dealings with humans.  He knows exactly what to do.”

When all the paper work was done and handed over, the check was cut. With a bow to the queen, Sookie and Lafayette were escorted out.

They were shown outside to their auto where they motored off.

One block away, they pulled over.  Samuel and his team were waiting for them. Getting into the limo, Sookie and Lafayette waved as Samuel’s crew hopped into the Jeep and drove off.

Samuel smiled when Sookie handed him the papers and he began to work his magic on his laptop.

Sookie leaned against Lafayette. “My gawd, Lafayette, a half a million bucks…for which I am forever grateful. But from four million to half a million. Just what the fuck! And I thought the Feds took your money. Thankfully, they did not learn from vampires.”

Lafayette gave her the moment. There was not anything he could say to make her feel any better.

“Holy shit!” she said under her breath. “We will have half a million!”

“And all the palace intrigues we cans stomach,” he added with O.I. nodding is head in agreement.

“Mr. Samuels says,” his head pointed to the vampire that was busy at his laptop. “We are to limo from here on out. We are the newly riches white trash and N.O. will be expectin’s such bad behaviors from us. So lunch at some wheres exquisite and perhaps tea time as well. Let us lay down our monies.” “Spend most of it today,” Samuel said looking up. “We have this. They have encrypted a code into the check. If I might quote Miss Pamela, what a bunch of non-tech savvy posers. They want you to spend your money so that you will keep coming back around.”

“Like drugs,” Sookie nodded. “Get us hooked on the high life and she will keep cutting the amount…”

“Yes,” Samuel replied. “And entice you away from Eric. Keep you on staff and living on the premises.”

“But she would have to keep Eric there, as well,” Sookie replied.

“I do believe that is her plan,” Samuel chuckled. “Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, I believe is the expression.

So today you are renting a limo and doing the town.”

“Who are we renting from?” Sookie asked.

“Why me, of course,” Samuel grinned. “They will track your money to the best of their ability. They will see that you have deposited the check in a local bank. Owned by me. That you have taken out credit cards. Also owned by me. That you have shopped in outrageously expensive places, also owned by me. And perhaps one or two by Eric. Do not,” he chuckled at Sookie and blew her a kiss. “We have this.”

There was a knock on Eric’s door. Opening it, there stood his queen.

“You are very thorough,” she bowed her head to him.

“My queen?” he bowed in return. “I thank you for the compliment. To what do you reference?”

“Your employees left here and switched out to a limo.”

“Anytime, my queen, they deal with someone besides me, that is SOP. Their auto was in your possession. I do not want to believe that anyone in your employee thought to do you a favor and plant things like listening devices or a GPS or some such forward thinking technological device in their car. The least I can do for them is trade it in on something new. They work very hard for their money. I would hate to have their car tainted by working for me.”

“You think of everything, Sheriff,” she smiled at him.

“Thank you my queen,” he said with another bow. “I do believe that is why you have me guarding your Northern border.

And Pamela found the thief,” he smiled. “You will be hearing from Longshadow’s maker, wondering what has happened to his child.”

“What did happen to him?” she smiled.

“Better you do not know,” Eric grinned in reply. “Let us just say, your taxes should be a bit healthier this year.”

“Most excellent,” she winked at him. “I do believe Longshadow submitted paper work to migrate to New York. I will have that signed for you when you rise.”

“Thank you my queen,” he bowed, again.

“And Eric, suggesting that they shop at The Royal Guard.  You naughty thing,” she clucked her tongue.  “They will spend all their money there and Miss Stackhouse will end up working for you the rest of her days.

That,” she gave Eric a long, lingering look, “could be most handy for both of us.

Rest well this day, Eric,” she ran her hand down his face.

“Thank you my queen,” he took her hand and kissed it, “and you as well.”

Stepping out of the room, she closed the door and stood staring at it. “Fucking Northman. Why am I under the impression I have just been played?”

Eric smiled as he stared at the door. Turning around, his stoic face was in place and he retired to his bed where he planned tonight’s festivities. They were going to be some good ones!

Sookie, Lafayette, O.I. and Samuel gave the out-briefing to Gran who nodded her head in approval. “So Sookie’s and Lafayette’s money is actually in an account, drawing interest?”

“Yes,” Samuel nodded. “The entire four million, minus taxes. Miss Sookie’s legitimate brokerage firm, Sleeping With One Eye Open, deals in communications.  She is the CEO, Lafayette is the CFO and they are up and running. Complete with business accounts, expenses, credit cards, and most importantly, tax records.

S-A’s check was cashed for cash and the money put into their business. All nice and legal and untraceable by HRM’s accountants.”

“Brother Samuel,” Gran took his hand, “I mean this in just the best way, but you are scary.”

“Thank you Miss Adele,” he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “I thank you for that compliment.”

Bill Compton was going to ground outside of New Orleans. This way, when the queen saw him when he came vamp speed in at sundown, she would know how diligent he had been. Look, sleeping in the dirt because I spent the last possible moment searching in Bon Temps. I have done everything possible to please you and everything to get to you on time!

“Yes,” he danced a jig, “diligent describes me very well. What a fabulous night off I had. Little Sister entertained me and I entertained her and it was money well spent to have her tie me up and lash me down while she dribbled her blood into my mouth and I begged and screamed for mercy. I should be in pictures,” he licked his lips. “Perhaps purchase my own movie studio and star in all the films. I could make a fortune and be famous and all the hotties with deviant behaviors would want me.

I could even star my queen in a film or two…put her in a supporting role to my heroic self and she would call me her Big Stud!”

Shivering at the thought, he jumped into the hole and covered himself up. “Damn, I love a good plan,” he giggled and when the sun hit the horizon, he had jerked off, swallowed some dirt when he had screamed in joy, and went off to bedtime with a few mud balls in his mouth.

Not that he minded, he was, after all, a dirty, dirty boy!

A beautiful and chef catered breakfast  came and went in the penthouse. After all, it was white trash doing up the town! Then, they rented a limo! And they shopped at all the most expensive stores! And tipped outrageous amounts to those that helped them with their purchases back into the limo!

When they walked into The Royal Guard,Sookie stopped and stared at the dress that was dead center to the entrance, at the end of the grand hall that was standing between marble columns and arches.

“That’s the one,” she whispered.

“That one,” Lafayette said with authority and pointed to the dress as they were approached by a sales person.  “It is perfect with its sweetheart neckline. The short sleeves will allow her to wear a fur. That draped bodice shows off her loveliness and that pleated back that drops back into a train,” he let out a low whistle as they approached and then walked around the dress. “Perfect.”

“The fact that it is the silk and is the perfect shade of yellow to match her hair and is covered in rhinestones and crystals,” Gran chuckled, “could also have something to do with that.”

“She will look like the sun has walked into the room,” Lafayette nodded. “And those deads will start breathin’ agains and those humans dressed in their blacks and reds can just wail and gnash about their biggest fashion fuck up of the year.”

“You really think so?” Sookie looked from Gran to Lafayette.

“Yes,” they both nodded.

“We needs to see her in it and then comes the alterations,” Lafayette snapped his fingers. “Miss Sooks, you will be a vision!”

“When is it needed?” Virginia, their sales hostess asked.

“Before we leave the shop today,” Lafayette said. “Or no later than three.”

“Yes sir,” she nodded and ushered Sookie off to a fitting room as the dress came off the mannequin and in the land of fashion, all hell broke loose as people began scurrying about!

Lafayette strolled into the men’s department. “I am looking for a tux for myself. Along with other fine do-dads.”

“Of course sir,” Robin smiled. “Please, allow me.”

While clothes were being altered, there was lunch and manni’s and peddi’s and hair-cuts and styling.

“French tips,” Lafayette said to the manicurist who was concentrating on Sookie. “She will carry the evening. Class and refinement shall rule while everyone else stands back in awe!”

“Let’s do tea at the hotel,” Gran said as she enjoyed the hot stone massage on her legs. “That way we won’t muss our look.”

“Good thinkin’,” Sookie said. “Maybe even have a small nap.”

“Excellent idea,” Lafayette nodded. “We will pick up the clothes and motor on back for nourishments.”

When Sophie-Anne rose, the report was waiting for her. Yes, Eric’s humans had been out and about, today. And her spies had been following them. Grinning, she read through the list. “Looks like they spent about 100 grand,” she smiled. “Poor folks are just so predictable. I am glad they took her gran with them. Very nice. Show her the nicer side of things and she will encourage her granddaughter to do the right thing by her. Hm-m-m-m-m, perhaps tonight things shall go just as I planned and not how Eric, somehow, has this wired with his Late Druid.

And if all else fails, at least I will know what Andre had planned for me. He blabbed everything he knew to his human love toys. And he invited all of them, tonight.”

There was a knock on her door.

“Yes,” she called out.

One of her guards opened her door and Compton walked in and got down on his knees.

“You stink,” she said to him, curling her nose.

“I know my queen,” he nodded, “I had no idea I had gone to ground so close to an underground sewer line that had failed during the day. I rinsed off in a creek, so that I could come straight here,  but I fear that…”

“That you slept in shit during the day. Got that Bill,” she fanned her face. “Now tell me what you found out.”

“My queen,” he began, “Eric’s day walker, she is a female and her  name is Sookie Stackhouse. She lives in Bon Temps. Works for a shifter by the name of Sam Merlotte when she is not doing errands for Northman. I went to the shifter’s bar. I had just missed her. Her shift had ended and she was off for the rest of the evening.”

“Bill,” she shook her finger at him. “You are such a liar. We smell silver on you. We suspect you were partying elsewhere and did not even make it to Bon Temps.”

“What?” Bill squeaked.

“We know all about Sookie Stackhouse,” she hissed at him. “Now tell me something we do not know.”

“What?” Bill stammered. “But my queen…” he stuttered as he watched her pick up a stake and run her finger tips along the sharp, pointed end.  “We met Sookie during the old dark. Her and her day walker Lafayette Reynolds.”

Bill looked disheartened. “Met them, as in they came here?”

“What you think? We went to them?  Oh poor Bill. Tell us the truth, just where did you spend the old dark?”

My Favorite Cousin,” he replied.

“Bill, we would have wrapped you in silver,” she snarled, “for free.”

Bill looked panicked.

“Our party tonight starts at ten. Get yourself cleaned up and presentable. You will be working the driveway. Opening and closing car doors. Cleveland will help the ladies out, you will only open and close the car doors. Are we understood?”

“Yes, my queen, of course. If someone asks me question?”

“No one will ask you a question. You open the door and stand behind it. Then you close the door. All questions, comments, and tips will be directed to Cleveland.”

“Of course my queen, I am grateful to be of service, my queen.”

“Of course you are,” she glared at him. “Not get out of my sight.”

The family was enjoying the New Orlean’s skyline as they had a late dinner sitting out in the penthouse’s lilac garden.

“What time do we need to leave here?  And I know that is the ninth million time I have asked that,” Sookie said as she took another bite of her fried calamari. “But this is so good I hate to leave one bite on this plate. Many, deep fried green and red peppers, and lordy, that last bite was a mushroom, and to this day, I never thought I needed a piece of deep fried cauliflower. And this is, tempura batter, is that right  Lafayette?”

“That is correct, Miss Sooks, nows you just enjoys that feast. I have never had vegetables look or taste this delicious. Exceptin’ for your green fried tomatoes and okra, Gran. Oh, and that yellow squash you lay a hand, too, lordy,” he sighed. “Like eatin’ meat.”

“Well thank you Lafayette. But I would have to agree. This is some delightful eats. And the presentation! My goodness! Makes me want to take down my Gran’s silver and polish it up!

And I do want to have a go at that chocolate fondue before you three leave. I fear  I would eat that…all of it, by myself!”

“Plenty of time,” O.I. nodded as he dipped the corn fritter into the dill heavy sauce. “We will nots be walkin’s away from all that chocolate-ee goodness!”

“An hour more to nibble, His La La Fineness says, thirty minutes to slip into the clothes and thirty minutes to get there. Or a variation of that theme. Plenty of times to enjoy.”

“Good,” Sookie sighed as she helped herself to a piece of broccoli, the heat still radiating off. “I could use another plateful of this. And this dill sauce…lordy…just move that dish over here and I will eat it with a spoon.”

“The red carpet for the invited guests will be at the main entrance,” Gran said looking up from the map of the residence she was studying. “Our message from Eric says to tell the driver to let you off at the Belfont Street entrance. He will meet you there and escort you through. That is going to save a lot of time. If he is not there, you are to drive on and return here. O.I. you are to be at the ready to do damage.”

“Yes,” O.I. nodded as he helped himself to another corn fritter. “We are expectin’ good will towards men.

And if not…dragon fire is just the best.”

“But we are expectin’ Eric to be there,” Sookie added.

“Yes. His Viking fineness will get us in a speedy way so that we may be on the floor, doin’ our telepath thang,” he grinned with his dragon teeth sparkling in the candle light. “Mr. Eric says he has the particulars on that so we shall be effective and all knowin’ and blowin’ the bad asses out of the buidlin’,” he grinned.  “I am thinkin’ HRM just does not knows what a bad ass truly is. I can be prepareds to show her,” he chuckled.

Sookie reached over and rubbed O.I.’s snout. “We are to behave….if all hell breaks out and actions escape good etiquette, then we shall act accordingly,” she grinned, “to all of hell breakin’ loose. Until that time, we are getting’ paid to do a job,” she felt the tears form in her eyes. “A lot of money. So don’t make me cry. My eye make-up looks perfect and I need for it to stay that way.”

“Yes ma’am,” O.I. smiled at her and patted her hand.

“So,” she dabbed delicately at her eyes and sat up straighter, “let us continue our lovely meal and prepare for better days. For they are surely comin’ our way!”

When the limo pulled onto Belfont Street, they could see Eric standing outside the gate. They could also see his smile and the two fingered salute he gave them saying everything was a go so far.

When the gates opened, they drove through and Eric walked with the car up to the entrance.

Opening the door, he helped her out. “You look beautiful,” he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. “Just like a ray of sunshine that burns away the night and brings light to the damp and cold, dark places.”

“Waxing the poet tonight are we Eric?” she raised her eyebrows at him. “You know your bullshit gets you nowhere with me.”

“Just preparing you for the bullshit you are going to hear once we step inside. All those old vamps are going to look at you and wish they were me.”

Snorting, she rolled her eyes at him. “Are you feelin’ a might bit peckish?  Do you need to feed?”

“Well, truth be told, I am not one to eat on the hoof in HRM’s residence. Silver poisoning and all that.”

Rolling her eyes again, she sat down on a stone bench that was located off the walkway in a small arbor. “Then let’s get this done.”

“Is this going to cost me?”

“I am not a blood whore,” she snarled at him. “You drink and let’s get this evenin’ done. I spent a lot of money today to be presentable for tonight. Holy shit,” she grumbled. “Workin’ in New Orleans is just fuckin’ expensive! Spendin’ money on a wardrobe I do not need and will never wear again. Just what the fuck,” she hissed at him.

Then she paused. “Oh, I get it. I look like a million bucks so now maybe HRM can whore me out and get a cut because she says I cost so much. Just look at the way I dress. And I always have to have my entourage. They cost money as well. So before she flips the offer to you, she has already made her cut. If anyone asks me about my dress, I rented it!”

“Oh Miss Stackhouse,” Eric bowed his head to her, “you are a quick study. Have I told you today how much I admire smart, strong women.”

“You suck,” she hissed back at him. “Well, at least I have enough left to purchase Gran’s meds for the next couple of years so I still need my other job and eventually the sun is comin’ up. Are we done here yet?”

“Of course,” he said lifting her wrist to his mouth and licking.

His tongue on her skin was exquisite and she was very surprised by the reaction her body made! It was if there was only the two of them in the world and time belonged to them.

The feeling could not have lasted longer than an instance or perhaps forever! Sookie was not for sure.

Eric had pulled his mouth away and was looking at her, the blue in his eyes now soft and comforting.

“This way, Miss Stackhouse,” he said rising and offering her his arm. “Mr. Reynolds, if you would,” he offered Lafayette his other arm and together they approached the door.

“All business, all the time,” Sophie-Anne said to no one as she watched the monitor. “Fuck, she has me figured out. And if asked, she is not too proud to tell them she rented tonight’s little ensemble.  Well just fuck!”

Turning to her guards she said, “Get them on the floor. Senator Cusac’s car is here. I want to know what is going on in that head of his.”

The fearsome foursome strolled the floors. Up and down the stairs; a smile here, a small laugh there. O.I. would occasionally wink at Sookie when she would lean into Eric and complain about her shoes being too tight. That was their code. Eric would take notice of who they had just passed or chatted with and when they walked away, she would pass on what information she had gleaned.

“The Mezzanine,” she told him, “seems to be ripe with thoughts of the unwholesome sort,” she smiled up at Eric when she had stopped to pick up a drink from Samuel as he played the part of waiter.

“That is because, from high ground you have the advantage of being able to see everyone which brings thoughts of them to the forefront.”

“Yes,” she nodded. “There is someone here that works for a Victor. He does not want to move to Vegas but he enjoys Victor’s company. He is wondering if perhaps he can hook up with someone new, tonight.”

Eric turned and looked at her. “Really?” he grinned.

“Yes,” she nodded. “Victor talks on the phone to Vegas and does not care who knows that he is leaving Boston.”

“Sweet,” Eric’s smile got bigger. “Time to have some fun. Lafayette, if you would escort Miss Stackhouse to the bathroom, I shall just be a short stroll, away.”

Eric sauntered up to the bar and ordered a mouthwash. Swishing it around in his mouth, he discretely spit it back into the glass and set it down on a nearby tray. As he turned to go, much to his surprise, Victor Madden slid in next to him. “She is lovely,” he purred. “And your other blood bag is handsome to look at as well.”

Eric arched an eyebrow and Victor and stopped walking and turned to face him.

“Victor old chum,” Eric addressed him, laughing. “You are a bit brazen, are you not, to be appearing at tonight’s little on-dit hosted by my queen.”

“Governor Hayden asked me to accompany her lovely wanting to be re-elected self. I could not refuse such a lovely lady. However, she does not compare to the golden light that shines from your arm.”

“Hm-m-m-m,” Eric grinned. “Sophie-Anne just might take exception to that. She might see it as a ploy to gain entrance to her residence so that you can take a look around, find the weak areas, and forward that info to the King of Nevada so he can overthrow her.”

“What?” Victor took a step back.

“You know they do not get along and she suspects everyone of foul play that even says de Castro’s name.”

“What?” he hissed that time.

“Oh come Victor. My spies in Vegas tell me you are blowing out of Boston and setting up camp on The Strip. I must admit, you will have a much better view of skin year round. The winters in Boston does seem to keep folks indoors and when they do venture out, bundled up.”

“No one knows I am moving to Vegas,” he said through clinched teeth.

“Well let me see. HRM Nevada knows. I know,” Eric chuckled. “And my people in Vegas know. I hate to think we count as no one. I pay them enough to keep me informed.”

“Is there anywhere Eric, you do not have spies?” he hissed.

“No,” Eric shook his head and chuckled. “When you have lived as long as I have, you understand the importance of knowing everyone that crosses your path.”

“There are all manner of beings not worth knowing,” Victor eyed him.

“And there lies the difference between me and you,” Eric grinned. “More than one dog has howled to give me the alarm. More than one human has offered me shelter from the morning’s first rays. I treat those I encounter with courtesy and respect. Especially those that others would not deem worthy. They in return, have treated me with curtsey and respect. Hence my long and well informed life.”

“Does it do me any good to hate you?” Victor asked.

“My grandmother, who was the wise woman of our clan, would say to that. Hate. Well if you must. Just remember, you drink that poison and expect the hated one to die. It is not them who will have their insides eaten away. Their speech and thoughts tainted. It will be you.”

“A very smart woman,” Victor gave Eric a bow.

“Indeed,” he replied. “And also a Viking raider.”


“Warrior was her middle name.”

“So what else would your grandmother have told you?” Victor asked.

“That de Castro was contemplating a smallish war and bringing you in as new muscle and new ideas on how to fight this war. I believe his old to-war planning Adjutant has retired and moved to Alaska.”

“No one retires and moves to Alaska,” Victor smirked at him.

“Exactly,” Eric grinned.

Victor frowned and took a step back.

“Northman, will I ever be able to trust you?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t” Eric smiled.

“Fucker,” Victor smiled at him, gave him a small bow of his head and walked off.

“Are we havin’ fun yet?” Sookie asked as she slid in next to him and put her arm through his with Lafayette following her example.

“Oh, all kinds,” he grinned. “I need to warm HRM. Let us stroll that way.”

“Excuse me,” Sophie-Anne said to those standing around her as she smiled and watched Eric approach. There was no missing Sookie in that dress. The least amount of light clung to it just like that dress did to her curves.

“Sheriff,” she smiled as he faced her. “Let us step into the library.

Please,” she smiled sweetly at Sookie and Lafayette, “if you would just wait here a moment,” she motioned to one of her guards to stand with them. “I will return Eric to you shortly.”

With the door closed, she turned on her white noise and Eric began.

“De Castro has recruited Madden to bring new ideas to his war machine. Victor has not yet accepted the position, but at this point, if he does not, de Castro will come looking for him and want to know why not. My queen, I would advise you to be highly suspicious from this point forward. Have your Weres working the city. Any out-of-town Weres come this way, I would be exceedingly cautious. If you know the Packmasters in your kingdom, I would be kind and polite and offer them more than what de Castro will be willing to pay them. He might have casinos, but he hates to part with his money. I hear he treats the Nevada packs poorly with his Old World mentality.”

“And you know this how?” she asked.

“Sookie overheard one of Victor’s humans. Madden is moving out of Boston to Vegas. I pieced it together with other things I have observed and heard, tonight. I put the plan before Victor and he was rather amazed at just how far ahead of the game you are, my queen.”

“Your advice, Sheriff?” she asked.

“They will do nothing, tonight,” he answered her. “Not until Victor moves West. De Castro does not do his planning over a phone or anything that can be hacked. He will want Victor standing there in front of him.”

“Anything else that I should know now?”

Congressman Leight is not going to recommend to the state house that we need more river boat casinos. He wants more leverage, I believe is the word Sookie used.

My queen, if this is some way he could use his influence to blackmail you, I would not agree to it. Sookie says he is a slime ball. Something rotten in his soul.”

“So that would be a no to his proposal for…” she stopped. “Well, just no.  I can handle that tonight. Move him on out and tell him not to come back.”

“Most good, my queen. There is nothing else major at this moment,” Eric said to her. “Small things and who is bribing whom. But that can wait for the outbrief.”

“Thank you sheriff,” she sighed as he bowed his head, opened the door and left.

“So worth the fucking four million,” she gloated to herself. “A bargain and then some.”

Bill Compton was dressed in the Queen’s livery and was doing as he was told. When the rain started, he continued to stand, open the door, step out into the rain then back under the awning and repeat the process or each and every car that came into his line. He was happy to be of service. Being of service was so much better than meeting the true death in a prolonged and painful manner. Word had spread of how inglorious Andre’s death had been. “Staked out in the Florida sunshine,” Bill shuttered. “Rain is nourishing and good for the soul,” he smiled and nodded as he opened each car door. “We are blessed to live in such a land where all can work and the rain falls and the great and mighty Mississippi continues to flow.

I am blessed to stand with my queen and not that ungrateful slut of a child who would betray her. That boy was a whore of the worst type. Always wanting to rule and planning big to do’s and getting everyone all riled up and excited about everyone getting a raise and everyone getting a month at  ruling the kingdom once he came to power. Instead he is just dust in Florida somewhere, constantly out in the sun and probably having gators poo all over him. Serves him right. He was lower than Were shit. I knew it the first time I met him and he had me tie his shoes. So stupid he could not tie his own shoes. No wonder Velcro does so well. Stupid vamps who cannot even tie their own shoes drives that industry. Glad my momma taught me how to tie my shoes. Just how embarrassing would that be. That royal bastard of a child asking me to tie his shoes and I would not have been able to show him up. Hell yes, I am smart. I am still alive to plot and plan and Andre is just dust for the gators to fornicate upon and to grow fishing worms in.”

The more Bill was caught up in the moment and reflected on his life, as he stepped back into the rain, the angrier he got!

“Lower than Were shit Andre! What am I supposed to do now? He would not give me his list of contacts for disposing of the queen. But he certainly had no problem passing my name around. And here I stand, smiling and posturing myself like Were shit that was picked up by disposable humans! I am the righteous one, here! I am he who should be king! I had experience by being queen! I am qualified!

Or at least the Prince Regent! Not doing some Were’s job! Who does she think she is? Ordering me around like this! Treating me like a nobody! Thinking I am just dirt for her to walk on! Well ha on her! Andre is dirt for her to walk on! I will be her master and she will know what it is like to shovel Were shit! And wait on humans! And…and…” he ran out of vile thoughts for the moment!

There, standing at the door, was a ray of sunshine! A star fallen from the soggy heavens to radiate her heat out here on Earth! His heart beat! He took a breath! The blood surged through his veins!

She was a goddess and he was her god!

 His night that would conquer her day!

Then the heavens opened up and he was drowned by the knowledge that if he wanted her love, that damned Viking that was her escort would have to go! The way she put her arm through his when he stepped up. The way he placed his hand in the small of her back as they walked off. Eric knowing that with all of his heart, that beauty should be standing out here in the rain next to him! Her opening the doors while he stood back and admired her every move!

The queen kept stakes everywhere. Maybe tonight Northman would meet the true death and he would own his own ray of light!

What? What was this? Was the vision coming this way?

“Fucking Eric,” he seethed as the trio approached the car that was pulling up.

“British royalty, I should have known,” Bill was boiling on the inside.

Bill opened the door on his side and then stepped from under the canopy out into the rain.

Out hopped British Isle while Eire got out of the opposite side!

Ohhhh, what a merry fucking group they were! All chummy! All goody-goody and let me introduce you…blah, blah, blah…  “Suck my dick, Eric!”

And then one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, happened.

“Doorman,” Eric grinned at Bill and tossed him a coin.

“Ha, I showed, him,” Bill smirked as he jumped up a foot and caught it. “This is now mine!”

A scream emitted from the depths of his body and then he howled with pain! “A silver dollar,” he shuddered as it dropped to the ground. “Fucker! Fucker! Fucker!” Bill was now sobbing.

Bill had the perfect view as group of five walked back into the residence all chummy! They could all just burn in hell after being tortured for weeks by him!

There was the watery glitter reflecting light, down on the ground that caught his eye! “No fucking way am I walking away from a dollar! Packmaster,” he called out. “If you would give me a dollar bill, you could have this silver dollar on the ground.”

Dear Readers,

Thanks for hanging with me.

Lefty eye was a bit more than righty….but both are healing nicely and my vision is soooooo much better.

I am still using eye drops and am not to strain the eyes, so my writing, reading, etc., is down.

I thank you for your kind thoughts and prayers.

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,


The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon—Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.

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The Curse of the Eclipsing Blood Moon

Chapter 11

“So what do we know about this new and improved Cacius?” Pam asked.

“He is not omnipresent or omnipotent or omniscient.

Or any of those other omni words used to describe our righteous God,” Lafayette said. “He did not know about the smallest spy device and he does not know this and that’s or any other things of importance. He is just a mo’ fo’n mo’ fo’r with a bit of power and a whole lot of wantin’ to do wrong.

My little man’s, you feels likes drivin’s Miss Sookie?” he asked. “We could bes the day’s walker, walker of the days. You know, Eric’s is so much that his day walker needs a day walker.”

“Lafayette, I love you,” her heart felt words found the peace and love in the room, comforting. “But, I cannot…”

“You gots nothin’ to say about this, drivin’s Miss Sookie,” he said with attitude and a snap of his fingers. “Me and my little man, we have gots the ‘tudes and a righteous  way of doin’ things. Smokin’ evil I thinks can become a year round way of bringin’ the glad tidings and sleepin’ well at night. No way’s is His La La’s perfectness wakin’ up a zombie or some such somethin’ that my expensive’s night creams will not fix! I am’s,” he shouted, “just sayin’ no and no to that!”

“Amen,” O.I. placed his hand over his upper heart, his voice earnest and forever grateful, “and Amen.”

“So what do we do?” Sookie asked.

Samuel was thoughtful. “We wait for the beads to be placed. And until then, we plan. I like the idea of a day walker and her day walker. Perhaps the lovely Pamela would be required to be in attendance as well for this party. I can always work catering,” Samuel smiled. “Let us give this some thought and then I will contact Eric.”

The Scooby Gang spent the rest of the night plotting and planning and there was some drinking involved, as well. O.I. had broken out something he called the Death From Aboveand since it was not from this world’s time and place, Samuel and Pam were seen doing a shot occasionally, as well. Which made for some daring-do rescues and outrageous plot lines!

All of which Eric would have rolled his eyes at…and the  one   time Samuel called him and told him about the grand dragon ride-through-to-the-rescue, complete with a mariachi band, perhaps Eric did roll his eyes, more than once, because he could not speak due to the listening devices in his suite.

It was an hour before sunrise in Louisiana. Sophie-Anne was still up. It was satisfying to watch her child live out the last minutes of his life. He thought to end her and reign supreme. Yes, she had been lax with him but his time had come and she was saddened and glad at heart that it was at her hands. His screaming and cursing her was most satisfying. Then, as the sun crested, his sobbing and pleading and begging was even more so.

She was glad he was in Florida. The one-hour time difference made all the difference in the world! Without even a tear she watched Andre go up in flames.

When that task was finished, it was time to concentrate on things a little closer to home. Sun-up was in thirty minutes. Compton must be praying to every god that he had ever heard tale of. Good, perhaps she had made a believer out of him.

“Bring me Compton,” she said and guards moved out to do her bidding.

From his prolonged and wild weeping, Bill was a bloody mess when he was brought in. With gratitude, he wrapped himself around her legs, proclaiming her mercy and justice.

“This is what we want you to do, Bill. When you rise, tonight,” she pushed him off of her and back onto the floor. “We want you to take yourself to Area Five. We want to know everything  there is to know about Eric Northman. Who does he see, who does he talk too?  Does he favor anyone at his club above another? Is there anything or anyone new in his life? You travel fast and you glamour everyone. We do not care how much energy transference there is from you  out into the atmosphere to make this happen. We do not care if you are a dried-up husk when you return to us. We want facts and wes want them soonest.

We are leaving the beads in Baltimore with the ending of the new dark.

You have this new dark. So move your ass and make this happen. Today was just a trial run of your true death venue so that you will know what to expect. When we rise, tomorrow, I want answers to all my questions.”

“My queen,” Bill was bawling, “thank you, thank you, thank you! You are indeed noble and gracious! I will come back with knowledge.”

So he was going to live! HE WAS GOING TO LIVE! Shouted through him!

This was perfect, made to order! “Eric has a day walker!” raced through his mind.  “I will give her that precious knowledge and I can just party while I am there!

Thank you my queen,” he was sprawled out on the floor. “ I shall return successful or I will gladly meet the sun!” he sobbed.

Rolling her eyes at him, she said to no one.

“Hand me Eric’s phone.”  When it was given to her, carefully she ran her hands over it. Then her nose, sniffing with great concern.

“I can sense nothing out of the ordinary,” she fumed. “What do you think the chances are that his phone is rigged with an explosive device?”

Everyone in the room took a step back.

“Yes, my exact thoughts. Bring me Northman.”

When Eric came in she tossed him the phone. There were certain things she knew without having to be told. Eric had people. As in humans that he tasked out the mundane, too.  “We all have a day walker,” she stated as a fact. “Call yours,” was all she said.

Eric dialed in the number and then she took the phone from him.

“This is Northman,” she said, imitating Eric’s voice.

“Where are you?” the female voice asked.

“New Orleans,” Eric’s voice replied.

“Good for you,” the voice held a certain amount of snark. “You suck!” was hissed and then the phone went dead.

Sophie-Anne looked over at Eric. “Just what was that about?”

“My queen,” Eric shrugged, “taxes were due. She has not been paid for the past several weeks. I would say she is a might bit pissed off.”

There were chuckles around the room.

“Good to know she is immune to your charms,” S-A smiled.
“Yes,” Eric nodded, “one of the reasons I keep her around. She gets the job done with no distractions and no flirting and wanting what I am so amply endowed with.”

All the men in the room smirked. There were a couple of gaffes and S-A just rolled her eyes.

“Sunrise is a horizon event in two minutes,” a guard announced.

“Bill,” she focused on him. “You make this happen. The rest of you, I will see you with the rising of the new dark.”

The Scooby gang stared long and hard at the monitor. You could feel the thoughts being scattered around the room by the ceiling fan.

“If we are here,” Sookie said, “Bill cannot very well find us in Bon Temps.”

“Yes, but,” Gran said, “he has seen you before, Sookie. And he knows you are Eric’s day walker. Just how hard do you think he will be looking?” Gran shook her head. “I had always heard that the Compton’s were a lazy lot. He might go to Bon Temps but his feet will not be pounding the pavement looking for clues. I bet he sees this as a night off.”

“His La La Fineness  and his little man’s is sure enough gonna’ need a starrin’ role in this high-flyin’ comedy,” Lafayette chuckled while O.I. sported a big toothy grin

“So,” Samuel smiled, “we stay here until the time is right. Let Bill take his nasty self to Bon Temps. We shall have a glorious day in New Orleans and when darkness falls, perhaps even a better time, then.

Sookie, you need to know Eric’s measurements, likes, dislikes. Let us gear you up to be day walker extraordinaire!”

The day was pleasant in their out and about. Several crows stopped by to chat up Lafayette and to remark to O.I. that they, too, had started out as dragons!

Gran carried the Day Walker’s Grimoire , they had taken to calling it, and as they ate, shopped and stopped to admire all that New Orleans had to offer, she tested Sookie on the subject of Eric Northman.

“Ah-h-h,” Lafayette sighed, “The Riverwalk. Miss Sooks we is gonna’ take our fine selves into Nordie’sand shop for you. And we will definitely be stoppin’ at Saks.  Now what does a day walker for his Northman of the fine ass wear when she goes to see the boss in New Orleans? Does she dress like him so that they are all matchie-matchie or does she carry her very fine Northern Louisiana style with her? Now, we are past Labor Day, so that would be a no to the white. And we is not dressin’ you in business black or this crowd. That is just a vampire cliché.”

“Well, it is seventy-eight degrees, today, will be a bit cooler, tonight. Maybe a cap sleeve with a jacket? You are right about the  black, that is so vampire cliché…how about gray with pink trim or maybe navy with pink trim or any solid color with pink accessories?”

“My girl, one hundred percent, His La La Fineness says. Let us go put some money on Mr. Eric’s credit card.”

“Can’t be too upscale,” Gran cautioned. “Remember what Brother Samuel said. It cannot look like Eric is paying her a lot because this will arouse suspicion that he makes more money than he pays taxes, on.”

“Got’s that,” Lafayette tapped his head. “Outlet shoppin’, here we come.”

The outfit they decided on was gunmetal grey. Had just enough blue in it to enhance Sookie’s skin tones and the pink pinstripes made the look. With pink pearl jewelry, shoes, bag, and scarf, she was declared ready to go.

Lafayette had opted for a grey suit with pink pinstripes. White shirt with pink tie, socks and belt. His grey shoes were rockin’ his feet!

When the sun went down, they left for S-A’s place of business.

As they turned the corner to approach the gate, there was a chuckle from around Lafayette’s neck. “They sure enough give us any sass,” O.I. said raising up from around his big man’s neck. “That will be the last mo’ fo’n thing they do.”

Lafayette was driving the Jeep when they pulled up to the gate. “We are here to see Mr. Northman,” he said to the guards.

“Who,” the guard asked, “am I say to say is calling?”

“His day walker is here, along with her day walker.”

The man said something into his radio and three more guards instantly appeared. Because two were obviously not enough.

Walking around the vehicle and running a mirror underneath, they also opened the doors, asked them to step out and looked into the auto. “Lift the back hatch,” the guard said.

Lafayette hit the button and the hatch came open. When he was finished, he motioned for Lafayette to close it.

 “You can get back in,” was all he said as he disappeared behind the wall and two guards were left there with them.

“You got the travel Scrabblegame handy?” Sookie asked. “This could take a while.”

Thirty minutes had passed. “What?” one of the guards asked. “Are they doing?”

“Playing Scrabble,” Tommy chuckled. “No need to worry about them. They are the real day walking deal. I can smell a sandwich. Along with the BBQ chips and,” he took a deep whiff. “Lemonade. They came prepared. They have obviously waited on vampires before.”

There was a knock on S-A’s bedroom door. When told the news, she tilted her head to one side and listened. She could hear nothing coming from Eric’s suite.

“What the fuck! How did they know he was here! Sweep the library for spy devices. Get Northman and meet me there.”

Eric was reading when she came in. Something in ancient Greek. He really was all that. She just hated to admit it.

“My queen,” he said standing. “I have been patted down and scanned. Just what is it you think I have done? Or am doing?” he asked her.

“It seems we have company,” she smiled at him.

“Please show them in,” she said to the open door.

Eric turned toward the door. Well, there was no mistaking who was coming down the hall. Samuel had given him the briefest of info. “Be prepared,” his brother had said. “Sookie is known by your cousin, the Late Druid.”

“I do not understand,” Eric said as they entered the room, S-A watching him carefully.

“Why is my day walker and her day walker, here?” There was surprise in his voice.

“I got the phone call from your cousin,” Sookie replied, ignoring the fact that he had directed the question to the other female.  “She said to get my ass to New Orleans and come and see you at this address.

And oh,” Sookie continued on. “She says she is not coming to pick up the beads. She has an early breakfast meeting in the morning so she sent me here, instead. But she will leave a libation for Poe in your honor, later. She says he really does not care for the beads being left at his memorial but does so like the Rye.”

“What?” S-A asked, taking a step forward. “Do you take me for a fool?” she hissed.

“Ma’am,” Sookie looked over at her, “I do not know who you are, so I cannot make that judgement call. But when the Late Druid calls and tells me to take my ass forthwith, I do it. Ever since she found out I work for Eric, she is now part of my universe, as well, influencing me and calling me. And she does not even need a phone. However, it is handiest when she calls, keeps her out of my head and my dreams. I liked myself just fine before she rolled into my life with her ways of doing business.”

“Really?” Sophie-Anne replied.

“Yes ma’am,” Sookie continued on. “I don’t know that she really cares for Eric, but since he is family she feels responsible for him. And she blessed me with shit that I do not need nor do I want.”

“For instance,” the queen asked, curious yet believing it would be all lies.

Somehow, the breather knew he was here! How was that possible? Was this Druid really that powerful?

“Well, now, when I am around him, I am a telepath. I can only read humans and the occasional Were, who comes in real gnarly. I am grateful that she spared me listening into vampires, because I do not want to know,” she stressed and pointed her finger at Eric, “what weird, unholy-burning-in- Hell-shit he is up, too.

And speaking of burning in Hell,” she eyed Eric, “I have not been paid in weeks! Which means Lafayette has not been paid in weeks,” she growled at him.

Eric grinned at her. “Well, at least you had a lovely dinner. Is that a grilled chicken sandwich from Subway? Topped with Sweet Baby Ray’s? And perhaps a bag of BBQ baked potato chips?”

“Not the first time I have eaten a bagged dinner,” Sookie responded, frowning at him.

“Myself as well,” Eric picked up the bagged blood and toasted her.

Sophie-Anne could not believe the banter between the two! And did she hear correctly?

“A telepath?”

“Yes ma’am. But only when I am with him,” she nodded at Eric. “She seems to think his ass needs all the help he can get. I could agree with that, I just wish it was not be that was his first line of defense.”

Sophie-Anne looked at Eric who seemed very nonchalant about all of this. Like it was just another day in his life! Like maybe he knew his Druid really did protect him. “And you only read human or a Were?”

“Yes,” she responded.

Was the Druid really all that? And Eric, my gawd, he always seemed to be one step ahead of the game. Did his cousin influence those around him to help him along? “Send in Addams, Quincy, Monroe and Washington,” she said to no one.

The older gentlemen came in and stood in a line.

“Show me,” she said, her eyes flaring, her voice neutral.

Sookie reached out and touched Eric’s arm. Taking a deep breath, she began. “The first man is a vampire. The second one is human and wants more time off to be with his dying wife. The third man is not a vampire or Were…something I do not know. He sounds like static on a radio. The forth man works in housekeeping and someone is stealing your hand towels. The fifth man is a Were…gosh….gnarly and then some. Oh, he has been drinking and wants another beer.”

Sophie-Anne raised her eyebrows at all of them. “Yes or no,” was all she said.

They all nodded yes.

“Get yourselves to the see Mrs. Brown, all of you. Tell her to adjust your schedules accordingly.”

With a bow of their heads, they were gone.

So it was true! All of it! Oh what to do! For the telepath to work, Eric had to be present! Fuck! But then…

 “You are his employee?” she asked as she turned to face Sookie.

“Yes,” Sookie made a dejected sound. “It was one thing to pick up his laundry. A little extra money to be made during the day. Since his cousin entered my life, this is not what I signed on for.  If I ever lay eyes on that woman, we are going to have words. I just hope she does not turn me into a toad, afterwards.

And I hope you can hear me right now,” Sookie looked skyward and shook her first. “You, along with your asshole vampire cousin, suck!”

“For one so small, she is not one to mince words,” S-A chuckled. “You surprise me Sheriff.”

Eric shrugged and smiled. “I like strong women.  I was raised around them, I seek them out and I employ them whenever I can. My cousin may be a pain in my ass, but I admire her greatly. She has power and she uses it to her advantage.

My queen,” he bowed, “may I introduce you to Miss Sookie Stackhouse. My day walker, telepath in my presence, and bar waitress extraordinaire!

And her day walker is Lafayette Reynolds. Heavy lifter, Medium and cook extraordinaire.”

“Miss Stackhouse, Mr. Reynolds, this is my vampire queen, HRM of Louisiana, Sophie-Anne.

A bow,” Eric directed his attention at the two humans, “would be appropriate.”

“Oh yes, of course,” they both said as they both dipped a bit and then stood back up.

“Your majesty,” Sookie looked at her, “I was brought here for a reason. If I knew what it was, I could accomplish that task and be on my way back home. I do have another job. So does Lafayette. We depend on that job,” she glared at Eric, “to pay our bills.”

“Well of course,” she smiled and then looked over at Eric. “Sheriff, why would she be called here?”

Eric shrugged.

“I’ve picked up your laundry,” Sookie said. “Purchased new socks and two new blue shirts. Took them to the tailor.”

Eric shrugged again.

“Does the Vette need an oil change? Tires rotated?”

“No,” he replied.

“You need a blood whore?” she asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “Hunger wise, I am fine,” he saluted her with the bagged blood.

Sookie looked perplexed.

“Perhaps,” S-A smiled. “Perhaps she sent you here so you could get paid. We are having a formal tomorrow night. Many will be in attendance. Could I possibly interest you in reading them for me?

Of course,” she turned to Eric, “she is your employee,” she nodded. “You are entitled to act as her manager and take your cut.”

“My queen, I thank you for your generosity, but I am not allowed to make a profit from this gift my cousin has given her.”

“Oh,” HRM replied.

“I am more than happy to help Sookie negotiate a price, but I cannot have a portion of that. That would not end well for any of us.”

“Oh-h-h-h,” she said again.

“An entire room?” Sookie said. “How many are we talking?”

“Perhaps a thousand. Around four hundred humans.”

Sookie looked aghast! “Have you any idea what it is like to have that many voices inside your head?”

“Set a price,” S-A nodded to Eric. “And be fair to her. Andre has money that will be used to pay her. This will be an all dark event. Do not cheat her.”

“Of course my queen,” Eric said with a bow of his head.

 As she turned to leave she addressed Sookie. “Take your time with this, Miss Stackhouse, I know how you have been wronged by my Sheriff. If you will give me an amount, I will have a check ready for you before you go.

And tomorrow’s function is a formal. You will need to shop.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sookie bowed her head, “thank you. So you know, Lafayette is my partner. He goes with me everywhere when I am working for Eric. I pay him when I get paid. And for this…this telepathic stuff to work, Eric has to be present, so by all rights he gets a cut as well.”

“You are very amiable, Miss Stackhouse. You see to those about you. A gracious trait.”

Eric took a step forward. “I will gladly forgo my pay, my queen, as a gift to you.”

“Well thank you Eric. I will leave you to it, then. Just let me know when you have reached a decision.”

S-A retired to her throne room where sadly, there was business to attend. She would much rather be in the library watching the show in there. It was fine to listen with her ear piece, but she loved the show. The little breather gave as good as she got. And the expressions on her face were priceless.

Hm-m-m-m-m-m, so Eric liked strong women. Well that certainly explained his child. What a bitch!

And perhaps why he had agreed to guard her Northern kingdom. “He thinks I am strong,” she smiled to herself at that thought. “He admires me. And most importantly, perhaps he really does respect me.”

And his strong dislike of Andre. Her child was a fool and thought he could bully, deceive and lie to get his way.

She could smell no deceit or lies on either of the breathers. A telepath and a medium. Come the new dark, she would know what Andre had planned. Who was to be trusted and who was to be dead.

A telepath…oh glory days!

How much of Cacius was still human? Could the breather read him? And if so, the world was her oyster.

And if not, well perhaps Cacius would know that his mind was being violated and could destroy the human for attempting to trespass on him and he would, perhaps, kill Eric as well. She would not be to blame. The Druid would not come looking for her when her cousin, fell.

Dear Readers,

Sorry for the short and very late chapter!

I was out of town …!!!!!!!!!   Woohoo!

Then, when I returned, it started my parade of visits with the eye surgeon for the rest of the month.

Cataract surgery on both eyes. Rightie happened last week.

Rightie is up and running….with eye drops for a month.

Leftie happens in another week.

Hopefully, your old Auntie Carroll will once more be able to see at night. I have not driven in the dark in the past 13 years.  A whole new world is just about to have me wake it up!

As always, thanks for reading!

Be blessed and be the blessing,