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.
When Sookie woke up, the room was still dark and there was someone wrapped around her. Someone delicious who had made her feel alive! And for a dead guy, he had skills! And to top it all off, she was not dying a virgin! Not one part of her! Whoa! No wonder women lined up at the club just to look at him!
“Just soft and slow,” she sighed as she felt him place kisses all up and down her spine as King Eric throbbed against her. King Eric, well just damn! His penis had a name and a lovely singing voice!
“You are wet,” she felt his tongue lick her spine as his fingers slid into her.
“Mm-m-m-m,” she sighed as his fingers withdrew and his penis took their place.
“Rock with me,” he nibbled on her neck.
“’Kay,” she sighed as she felt her eyes get heavy and the lower part of her body get heavy and then she was moaning as the steady pressure built and then she exploded! “Is the sun up?” her voice was a mere whisper.
“Not yet, another hour. And it is still snowing.”
“What do you want to do?” she somehow found the strength to roll over and face him.
“Make love to you,” he sighed into her hair as he pulled her that much closer and listened to her steady breathing as she slept. And in the quiet, he heard each snowflake that landed on their window. They drummed there to the beat of their hearts.
O.I. sat up on the peak of the house, tasting the wind. There was something not right about this storm and it did savor upon his tongue as magic belonging to…to…it held a spicy note that belonged to his prince. But the underlying taste was that of all dragons! Lordy! Herself was running interference for Eric! “She had done marked him! Her first and last…lordy!” he thought about that and shivered all over in delight and then in terror! “Lordy,” he shook the snow off himself and went from being a gargoyle to being O.I. With a grin, he turned toward what could only be the Compton place. The screaming continued. Apparently the low-life shitter on life had given up on yelling at his heir and was now just screaming right along with her.
The Realm of the Cold Moon was right now most satisfying and made one feel his worth. Listening, he could hear inside the house. M.R. was building the fire and M.E. had gone through the ice box and was starting breakfast. He could smell the coffee from here and knew the house would be rising soon. Oh…Gran was up and so was His La La Fineness.
“And our prince, he is up also,” he chuckled to himself. “Yous and King Eric, yous just keep after it my Prince. Miss Sookie is most happy and pleased. This makes for happy and pleased babies. We is gonna’ have us some mo’ fo’n heirs to the Sookiehawk throne!”
“Why M.E.,” Gran smiled when she entered the kitchen and the small dragon was fluttering around in the cabinet, getting her out a coffee cup. “Do I smell bacon?”
“Honored Gran,” he turned and smiled at her. “Please, have a seat and let me fix your coffee. I believe you like it with cream and sugar. And O.I. brought us some of his own special elixir to be enjoyed in it as well.”
“You charming rascal,” she smiled at him. “You noticed how I take my coffee. And,” she eyed the bottle that he was now holding. “you are adding something special. Something purple! I feel like royalty! It is a very good morning, indeed!
Oh,” she said turning, “I hear Lafayette. Bacon always could get him up and moving. Sookie also,” she paused and listened. “But not yet.”
“Mm-m-m-m,” was all the reply M.E. gave as he set a hot biscuit down with her coffee.
Gran said nothing as she split open the biscuit and reached for the butter and jam. M.E.’s grin was going to split his face wide open. “She get a better offer?”
Lafayette came into the kitchen at that time and went straight to the coffee pot. “Gran,” he said pouring himself a cup, “she gots better than a better offer. I woulds even go so far to say she gots better than a better, better offer.”
“So she’s not dying a virgin,” Gran said, holding back her mirth.
“Oh, Miss Sooks, she died alright. All night long…and then some. And then maybe some more. Mr. Eric fed her appetite for things of the flesh. And her appetite is a healthy one. Just say’n.
I sees Mr. M.E. is feeding us things of our flesh! Biscuits and honey butter! His La La Fineness says God bless you and yours for this fine repast.”
M.E. wiggled his eyebrows and passed Lafayette the Chivas bottle who held it up to the light. “I sees the label but not am not believen’ that to be the proud Scottish drink-about ‘cause it don’t come in purple with silver swirls do’in the cha cha through it.” Screwing off the lid, Lafaytte took a sniff. “So that is what purple smells like. Lordy…pure magic!” Then tilting the bottle to his lips, took a drink. “Lordy,” he woofed out. “Goes down like spring water.”
“Lafayette,” M.E. pulled out his chair. “Have a sit down and drink your regular joe. While you are enjoying the morning visitations, I will have The Death’s from Above coffee ready for you. Tis’ O.I.’s own special recipe.”
“The Death’s” Lafayette mouthed and grinned. “And it contains Mr. O.I.’s magics? Sounds like a good day that will carry you gladly into the night.”
“Do you think Eric will really be about to day walk?” Gran took a sip of coffee and sighed as she eyed her mug. “That is good, really smooth…dragon coffee for breakfast…there is a lot to be said for living with dragons.”
O.I. came fluttering in and his grin lit up the room. “Glads you likes it our honored Gran. My own special somethin’ somethin’. As to our prince and the day walkin’. About to find outs,” as he smiled at his brother who was pouring liberally into O.I.’s cup, with The Death floating on top. “I heards the shower start upstairs. I suspects they will be down shortly.”
Sookie was wrapped around Eric in the shower, her legs circling his waist as his hands held her ass in exactly the correct spot for the deepest penetration. She was in the process of washing his hair as the warm soapy water ran off them and washed down into the drain.
Turning her head a bit, she smiled and said, “I smell bacon.”
“Is bacon better than being with me?” he asked as he nipped at her ear.
“I have been with you most of the night ah-h-h-h,” a slight moan escaped from her as he shifted her ass and picked up speed.
“Bite me,” he groaned and ground into her. “Anywhere. You can do it. Sink your teeth into me and suck!”
Kissing the area to the left of his nipple, she bit and latched on. When his blood began flowing into her mouth she could feel his ejaculate hit the back of her vagina. With a shudder he relaxed against the wall and held her as his fingers made their way into her anus as his mouth lowered to her breasts.
With a sob she sat back on his fingers and taking his penis out of her, she placed it against her clit as vampire speed took on a whole new meaning. It was her turn now and it was mind shattering, jello thighs, breasts heavy—wanting to be filled with milk, her nipples screaming to be suckled, glorious! Then she just screamed as she pushed into him! His penis was back inside of her and he held her pinned at both entrances as she shook, every part of her vibrating as she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest.
“Better than bacon,” she sighed.
“Glad to hear that I out rank breakfast meat. Now, let me dry you off, Lover, then we’ll get dressed. I can hear your tummy rumbling.”
Towels and the two lovers made it back to Sookie’s room.
She was sitting on the bed with working a towel while Eric slowly turned and she patted, rubbed and licked him dry.
“Should I be embarrassed when I go downstairs?” she asked. “I almost feel like I should. I have had non-stop sex in my Gran’s house makin’ all kinds of noise and I am not married.”
“Is marriage important to you?” he asked, taking the towel from her and sitting down next to her.
There was a part of her that went into instant retreat. She had heard the women talking about it at the bar. She had heard them inside her head and through her ears. Many of them sobbing at the mistake…M.I.S.T.A.K.E. You mention anything other than a good time and you were left holding the check for the meal and sometimes the diaper bag.
“I didn’t mean it to sound like I was…was…feeling needy, or…or…” she felt the tears start to form. “I am so sorry. I don’t know how this works and I only know what I hear from other women. You see how I can take a perfectly wonderful moment and fuck it up…”
“Sookie,” he took her hand and kissed the tears on her face. “I am asking because I have been thinking about us. And our relationship. And our future together. I want us to have a future together and marriage plays a part of that. My woman would have my name. I am just 11th century male enough to want that. And if we had children, our children and their mother would have my name. And you had better believe I would insist on that, no matter what the century.”
“You really think you are fertile?” she said wiping at her face and taking his hand in hers.
“I think I am dragon. And dragons reproduce, walk in the daylight and eat and drink. Do I feel any different, no,” he said shaking his head, his voice earnest. “But I know that I am.
Sookie Stackhouse,” he smiled at her and pulled her onto his lap. “Will you marry me?” he asked as he laid his forehead against hers.
“Yes,” she nodded as he rubbed his nose against hers. “I love you Eric,” she whispered as she raised her lips for a kiss.
“I love you Sookie,” he smiled at her as he placed his hands on her beautiful face and lightly kissed her lips.
“That was very sweet,” she sighed looking at him.
“Well,” he smiled, “I can be very, very sweet.”
“Don’t I know that,” she grinned back. “Let’s get dressed and go downstairs. I could eat something besides you.”
When Eric and Sookie entered the kitchen holding hands, good mornings were called out.
“Looks like a party in here,” Sookie smiled when she saw the food on the table. “And is that more bacon in the oven? And how many jellies are on the table? And honey butter! Best snowy day yet!”
Eric walked over to the counter and picked up the bottle. “Why O.I., is that Death from Above in this Chivas bottle?”
“Tis my prince,” he said with pride. “I sees yous remembers.”
“Puking my guts out, literally, well yes I do. What is the special occasion?”
“That coffee smells good,” Sookie said as she took a mug out of the cabinet.
“The specials special is that we are snowed in and we are having Mr. O.I.’s dragon coffee this mornin’,” Lafayette said as he helped himself to another biscuit. “Fine way to starts the day, that with Gran’s homemade blackberry jam.”
“Sounds good,” Sookie smiled as she poured herself a cup and reached for the bottle.
“Miss Sookie,” O.I. fluttered up. “Nots for yous. This here is powerful stuff. Makes the lame walk, the sun to never set, and the dogs to howl at things unseen.”
“Well,” Sookie laughed, “I’m not lame and…and…” her eyes went to Eric.
“First time a dragon has sex, it’s a powerful thing,” O.I.’s voice was full of wisdom and his two brothers nodded in agreement. “First time, he is at his prime and he coats his mates womb with his blood and with his essence and those that are not fertile, well, miracles happen.”
“What?” she said as Eric pulled out a chair for her and she sat down.
“Thinks we don’t knows,” Lafayette rolled his eyes. “You is blessed to be bedded by such a fine, unselfish, handsome stud that will give yous beautiful babies. We can all hears that he is seein’ to your needs and then seeing to your needs some more. Nothin’ embarrassin’ about that. This is goods and true.”
All of them were nodding their heads.
“But…but…after one night, you think I might be pregnant?”
“Has happened to more than one human female,” Gran remarked. “When we had the sex talk, Sookie, we covered that. You know, penetration not needed, just the swimmers around the opening.”
“What,” she eyed her. “It could not happen to you?”
Eric reached for her and pulled her into his lap. “Lover?” was all he said. A question that was full of hope and tenderness.
“Well of course I want your baby,” she sniffled as she smiled at him. “Just not, you know, havin’ someone tell me over breakfast.”
“Well,” Gran smiled at her and leaned in for a hug. “My momma told me. I thought she was as goofy as all get out. But nine months later, there was your daddy, red faced and fussing.”
Sookie grinned. “You know, he always turned red-faced when he fussed at one of us.”
“Always did,” Gran patted her hand.
“Sun’s up,” Lafayette said as he looked at his watch. “We is on the horizon and Mr. Eric’s is still lookin’ goods.”
O.I. shrugged. “Vampire is merely a label that our prince will use to influence others. But there sits the newest dragon child of Herself. The dragon order sets its own standard. First order of business, you has gots to realize, dragons are not fae….we are dragons. Just think on us as bouncers for the fae and namer of the stars for The Light.”
Sookie looked thoughtful. “So-o-o, Eric was born with some dragon DNA. His mom was a Halfling so he was a Halfling; his gran charged him with her blood which was dragon inspired so he had more DNA for being a dragon; turned vampire; now he is a dragon.”
“Sounds right,” M.E. nodded.
“And I am only a Halfling, in love with a dragon. And maybe pregnant with his dragon baby. And I can’t drink O.I.’s Death or even coffee, because I might be, you know, be carryin’ his baby.”
“That’s about it, Miss Sookie,” M.R. smiled at her as he made himself a bacon and biscuit sandwich.
“Well, you did leave one something out,” Eric said as he contemplated his drink and then looked thoughtfully at the bacon.
“What’s that?” Gran asked.
“She is engaged to be married,” he said deadpan then broke into a grin.
The catcalls, the whistling, the yelling and screaming…even some dragon trumpeting, was let loose in the kitchen.
When Eric and Sookie had been hugged on by everyone, the glasses came out and The Death was poured in honor of the happy couple and the toasting began.
By the time lunch rolled around, Eric was lying on the floor in the living room with M.R. and M.E. sitting on one side of him and Sookie and Lafayette sitting on the other, using his chest for a table while they played cards.
Eric was watching the paint tap dance on the ceiling. “O.I., The Death is just like I remember it. Only this time I am not puking my guts out. And I think I am drunk. And a daywalker. Only I am now going to my day rest because I really do think I am drunk and a daywalker. And engaged,” He grinned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“You are correct of course, my prince,” O.I. smiled at him. “We will be right here. And maybe in the kitchen. The honored Gran has gone to make brownies. Which Miss Sookie says is just as good as pie. We will be right here.”
“Brownies with walnuts,” Sookie said as she eyed the group and asked, “Who has Queens?”
There were appropriate groans as they were tossed her way and smiling sweetly, she made a book and put it on the floor next to her, taking her time and neatly patting it into place, in line with her other two.
“Brownies with pecans are okay but in this house, we prefer walnuts.”
“Brownies with walnuts, whatever my princess says,” was mumbled with slurred words by the big blond before he passed out.
“We are mightly lookin’ forward to the goodness of the brownies with walnuts, my prince,” O.I. blew him a kiss as Eric closed his eyes and with a gentle smile, was asleep.
O.I. fluttered into the kitchen and offered to chop the walnuts for gran.
“Now O.I. that is mighty kind of you. But I have one of these fancy chopping things. This won’t take long. And you, being court confessor for your king, you must have important business to attend,” she smiled at him as she set things out. Then became very serious. “I understand that Eric should be the one to tell his father of the engagement, but since he is King of the Fae and there are those looking to do harm, he might need just a little heads up.”
“Honored Gran,” O.I. took her hand and placing a kiss there, gave her a grand and sweeping bow. “You do so understand the ways of the world.”
“Lived in it long enough,” she returned his smile. “I know how things can get hinky when things are not shared in a timely manner. And I know it is hard to do the sharing when you are passed out on the floor.”
“Thank you fair lady, for your wisdom and understanding. I shall return shortly.”
O.I. opened the kitchen door and with a thought he was in the study of his king.
Er-erikr stood abruptly from his desk, knocking over his chair when he felt the portal open and O.I. step through.
O.I. could read his face. His king was scared, scared something had gone horribly amiss with his son.
“Greetings sire,” he rendered a grand sweeping bow and then a salute topped off with a toothy grin. “I do not mean to interrupt your day but I thought I would follow protocol and check in. I have been told that my manners are not always the best and I am looking to improve them.”
The dragon ease in which O.I. normally spoke was gone. In its place was something a bit more refined and cocky.
Er-erikr relaxed and righted his chair and then came to the front of his desk. “It is always a pleasure to see you, o’ king of the dragons. Is there somehow I might be of assistance to you today?” Eri-erikr gave him a look that said “Especially since you are to be guarding Miss Sookie and Eric!”
“I was just passing through and brought a drink I thought you might like to try. But I need to do some research in your library. I thought our dragon lineage passed through Herself, directly, but my brother M.E. seems to think we are once removed and it falls to an Aunt to carry the connection. I just need the paperwork from the royal library to prove him wrong. Then he owes me. And I am colleting. He is about to become an expert pie baker.”
“My, that is some bragging rights,” Er-erikr lifted an eyebrow. “A direct heir of Herself.”
“Yes,” O.I grinned. “That we should all be so blessed,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows. “Her newest and perhaps last son now walks and takes unto himself a mate. When their child is born, there shall be a grand and glorious celebration…and perhaps even the stars will align and spell out his name in the heavens. I just want to make sure we get the invitation to attend.”
Giving an O.I. a puzzled look Er-erikr mouthed “What’s the connection?”
“Coffee my king?” O.I. asked as he produced a small thermos from his backpack.
“Oh, well yes please,” he replied as he took two mugs down off a shelf and blew out the dust.
Once the small carafe was opened, the aroma wafted out into the room and interesting things began to happen. A letter that sat on the king’s desk began coughing and gagging and with a moan and a final gasp, fell off the desk and onto the floor, with the letters leaking out onto the stone and then fizzled away.
“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. chuckled. “Their shit just never gets old.”
Er-erikr was fuming. “It arrived today. A petition from the Maypoles. Of course, they are going to claim they know nothing about this eavesdropping scheme and I am sure they do not. Now that I have made contact with Erikr and we are on speaking terms, this is really starting to piss me off.”
“My king,” he wiggled his eyes brows. “You has not even started down the pissed off path. It gets better.”
“Better, how much better and why does it get better?” While the dragon poured out the dark liquid into the mugs, from behind a stack of books, Er-erikr removed a flask.
“How are things?” he asked as he leaned against his desk and poured The Death into the cups. “They must at least be interesting because you are here and grinning and not answering the question to just how pissed off am I going to become.”
“Why my king, things are most excellent. No warrin’ goin’ on, at least not yet, anyway. And not my news to be spreadin’ around, but you needs to know. Erikr is now dragon. Tattooed by the Dragon Mother, herself. Her Alpha and the Omega is above his beating heart, the tattoo the same blue color as his eyes, as her eyes. And it all looks very charming with his flesh tones.”
The king picked up the flask and holding it to his lips, drank. He then passed it to O.I. who did the same.
“That is some gift,” the king replied as he took the flask from O.I. and with a long drink, emptied it.
“When I left, your heir, he was passed out on the livin’ room floor after a large breakfast of biscuits, bacon, some eggs called over easy, and several mugs of The Death…and a couple of pitchers,” O.I. grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Twas a true celebratory event. He even toasted you, my king, more than once. It was a proud moment.”
Er-erikr cleared his throat and gave O.I. a come on wave with his hand. However, the king of the dragons noted, he did look pleased.
“Well yes, Miss Sookie, her brother Lafayette and my two brothers are right now usin’ his t-shirt clad chest as a table for playin’ cards. It is all very charmin’ and there might be some cheatin’, but who is to say, and they are playing for pie.”
“Dragons do have a sweet tooth,” he smiled.
“And a love for their children,” the dragon continued. “Sire, from your child shall come grandchildren.” O.I. said with a bow. Then, his face was even with the king’s. His words pointed. “Don’t fuck this up.”
“My king, I have seen the two of you together. So much alike…and yet not. And I have seen you get angry and fuck things up between the two of you. Not that the prince is innocent in all this because when he is around you, he is just spoilin’ for a fight.
But experience has taught us that he can and has not come back around. And in the past, there were times he just could not wait to jump in your shit. And you just kept shovelin’ it and he just got angrier and angrier and here we are today. An age has past and you twos are just now talkin. And The Light knows that the harpy shit here is startin’ to stink and it smells like war. So when it starts lookin’ like fist city between father and son, be the bigger man and just shuts the fuck up. Just say’n.”
“Good point,” he nodded and had another drink of coffee.
“Now, Erikr is a good boy and he will be around to announce his news. So whenever he tells you, act surprised. And I woulds not be here now doin’ this but this is all big information that affects more than just him and his soon to be Mrs. It would not do for others to hear of this before you.”
“Have they…” the thought trailed off. “Erikr and his Sookie…”
That was sweet. His king was blushing. “Consummated the marriage agreement, that would be yes. Is she carryin’ your grandchild. I would bet on that. A dragon matin’ for the first time is a powerful thang. I do believe he got the job done.”
“What if…what if he does not tell me…” the king whispered.
O.I. fluttered in front of his face. “Miss Sookie will not let that abide. Her family is everything. You are now her family. When it comes to her family, it will not matter what Erikr wants or does not want. She will have her way in this matter. But you are not to worry about that. He wants to tell you, my king. That much was obvious during the toastin’.”
“I wonder if he would like to have his mother’s ring?”
O.I. patted him on the cheek. “When he makes contact, and he will, you can ask him then.
And I know he would be here now, my king, telling you the good news but that boy is mo’ fo’n pissed drunk and passed out from The Death’s.”
Er-erikr wiped at his eyes. He could feel the tears. He thought he had cried himself out when his wife had died and his son had told him to fuck off and never look for him again. “Thank you, O.I.,” he managed. “You are a good friend.”
“Thank you my king,” he grinned. “We is gonna have us a mo’ fo’n weddin’.”
“And who knows what else,” the king chuckled as he righted himself and thought about the days to come. There would be love and there would be war. But his family would be there, standing by his side.
“Fear not,” the small dragon snapped to attention and saluted, “the dragons stand guard.
Now, let’s finish the coffee and top it off one more time. I gots to gets back.”
When O.I. came back into the kitchen he could smell what had to be the brownies and followed his nose out into the living room. His prince was now snoring with his mouth open and a plate of the chocolate goodness was resting on his chest as the family helped themselves.
“We have you a plate and fork,” Sookie looked up from her cards and waved him over. “They are on the coffee table. Just come on and help yourself.”
“Thank you Miss Sookie,” he smiled at her.
“Gran set out the whipped cream, to go on top. So don’t cheat yourself outa anything extra. Gran even poured some of The Death on hers. She said she enjoyed it so much, she went to lie down for a bit.
Any idea how much longer his royal badness is down for the count?” she chuckled. “We need to see his daddy and tell him the news. Gran made an extra tray of brownies so we can have a little celebratory party.”
“Oh-h-h-h, a party,” O.I. clasped his paws over his heart. “We will need more of The Deaths.
And as for my prince, sleep is the best thing for him. Short of a war in the livin’ room, not much will get him up. But he should be risin’….let me see…blond, blue eyes; his weight and height times his bones divided by his strengths; his victuals at breakfast; he drank two pitchers…and two mugs before I brought in the small keg…” the dragon king was running the numbers on his claws. “By my calculations, he will be risin’ about when the sun is goin’ down.”
“That long, huh?”
“Powerful stuff, is The Deaths. Nothing but respect and honored salutations when it is present,” M.R. said as he was trying to sneak a peek at M.E.’s cards. “And our prince’s blue eyes and blond hair. Actually his coloring is a blessing and a curse. No matter how much he drinks, he can process it faster out of his system to a clearer head, but his hair and eyes also absorbs it faster and makes him drunk quicker.”
“Fact,” all three dragons nodded in agreement.
“Well, once Eric gets presentable, I am sure we will be speakin’ to his dad to tell him the news. O.I., can…can you book us an appointment for that time?” Sookie asked.
“Miss Sookie,” his voice was sincere. “No matter what the king is doing, he always makes time for his son. No appointment necessary. We will just portal on through.”
Settling in, they talked sweets, alcohol, favorite candle smells, and baby names.
“In the South,” Sookie kept stressing, “the first child has some form of his momma’s name. Does not matter if it is male or female. Now, on earth, this baby’s last name is Northman. But in the land of the fae, his last name is Sookiehawk. So we got triple S’s. Stackhouse Sookie Sookiehawk? Eric Stackhouse Sookiehawk? Sookie Eric Sookiehawk? All of this is gonna be a mouthful and maybe embarrassing. I need to know how all this is gonna’ washout.”
When Eric woke, he smelled oddly of chocolate. And whipped cream. Which was just odd. He knew chocolate mousse. Had watched while his dates had ordered that for dessert. But this was not chocolate mousse. Maybe he was still drunk?
“So the bad boy of drink until you are blind is awake,” Sookie chuckled and then, “Hey, stop tryin’ to look at my cards, M.E. You got caught cheatin’, you have to bake a pie. I want Dutch apple. I am cravin’ that somethin’ fierce.”
With a long suffering sigh, M.E. put down his cards. “Let me report in to His La La Fineness in the kitchen,” the wee fellow said with another sigh. “I will see what he charges me for the pie.”
“What’s up, besides my eyes bleeding raw alcohol,” Eric asked. “Please, keep that candle away from me. I would hate to go up in flames on my first day as a daywalker.”
“Don’t move,” Sookie patted his arm. “We are usin’ you for our card table. And we have been playin’ go fish since you went down for the count. M.E. and M.R. have both,” she eyed them and shook her finger, “been caught tryin’ to cheat. So the punishment is you have to bake a pie for bein’ slow to shove off and show off your cheatin’ skills. We got to talkin’ and Lafayette said how his pecan pie and lemon meringue always took first place at the county fair and the boys here, well, they offered to pay him if he would do the bake off for them.”
Eric raised his head and looked down at his chest. “I see some big assed jewelry resting on top of me as well as cards.”
“Yes, they are offering that up in payment. Lafayette is gonna come out and take a look. If there is something he likes, they will haggle it around. These fellows have some highly developed cheatin’ skills. I have my own little stash of jewels over here,” she smiled, patting the space beside her. “Every time I catch one in the act, they have to anti-up. I had no idea dragons would bet on just about anythin’.”
O.I. nodded in agreement as his eyes swept over the crowd. “Been no one callin’ for fours,” he cackled. “Show me your fours!”
“Go fish!” was laughed gleefully by Sookie and M.R.
“What?” O.I. snorted.
“Eric,” Sookie handed him M.E.’s cards. “Toss out the fours would you please.”
“Oh,” he smiled as he fanned through the cards. “Wait one…” and he looked through them again. “There are none.”
“What?” they all turned and looked at O.I.
“Oh-h-h-h,” he carefully fanned through his cards. “My mistake,” he smiled sweetly. “It seems I have all four.”
“Pbbblllttttt!” they all blew raspberries at him. “You don’t get to throw down and you lose a turn,” Sookie announced with glee.
“What?” he sat up straighter and looked out at the crowd. “Since when?”
“Since always,” they hooted.
Sookie was doing a hand dance! “Ya’ll get ready ‘cause I am gonna go out!”
Lafayette and M.E. came out into the living room. “I have started a pot of celebration stew and I am makin’ cornbread to go with. I found some of Gran’s raw honey and we will be havin’ that as well and chocolate soufflés for dessert. So, how many for dinner?”
“That would be the dragons,” Eric held three fingers, “the happy couple, His La La Fineness, Gran, and my father. Eight in all.”
“Oh Eric,” Sookie leaned in for a kiss and was not disappointed. When they broke apart she was breathless. “You just melt my heart.”
“Well, when you finish the game, I will get cleaned up and put in the call. No need to hurry,” he smiled. “I could maybe cat nap a few minutes longer.”
When the game ended, Sookie went in the kitchen to help Lafayette and Eric went upstairs to their bedroom. “Ours,” he grinned as he thought about that. His secret lairs, his high security homes, his countless earthen burrows that guaranteed his survival, were now a thing of his past. “Ours” was his future. His place of sanctuary was now an old farmhouse that did not even have internet. Or cable. Or several other things he depended on to run his life and his high-end security systems.
And now…a wife…and a child. One for sure…one of each for sure…a wife and a child…and his world flipped and then spun out of control as he watched his past and his future come into a clear, sharp focus.
“Mo’ fo’n,” he smiled as he opened their bedroom door and looked around the small room. His closets were bigger. His closet in a cave that he had modified was bigger. But this room held his Sookie, therefore it held him. Opening the portal, he stepped through to his father’s office.
“Erikr,” the king of the fae smiled when he saw him and standing, started toward him. “My son,” he said with joy as he embraced him and then began to cry.
The older man held Eric’s face in his hands. “I love you my son. All I have ever wanted for you was to know joy and to be happy. To be happy…” he wept. “And to be loved…”
Eric held him while he cried and sobbed about past mistakes and horrible misunderstandings and how proud he was of him.
“It is all forgiven, Father,” Eric said as he lifted the man’s face from his neck. “All forgiven. I have come to an understanding in the past hour of my life that should have been obvious to me these past thousand years.
As I was coming of age, I always thought that if we lived in Fae it would somehow be easier. That there would be no need to hunt, fish, farm, or build boats. Why rule a small village with its hurts and wants when you can reign in a land where there are no hurts or wants.
Childish thinking, I know that now, because you taught me when things are easy, you become lazy. And when you become lazy, you are not safe. Not from your peers, not from thieves, not from nature. History is a useful thing. And I have watched empires crumble because the ruler had forgotten the basic fact that you are never to be too proud to put your back into peasant work. You help your people do what needs to be done so that you continue to stand against marauders and nature.
I see that with the vampires. They are a prime example of lazy. Instead of working, there is only the opportunity waiting to bring those that have more the true death and take what is theirs. And the more power they amass, the lazier they become and more open to attack from those that serve you.
But when you have to work, physically toil to earn your living and provide, you learn values.
Mother was one of the hardest working people in our village. When the men would take their rest after the evening meal, that is when she would work the wool. Her hands always busy.
Sookie is the same,” he said thoughtfully.
“My son. Your mother…” he began. “She was something to be cherished. She was not like any other female I had ever known.”
Eric smiled. “Yes. She was strong and not afraid. Ever. I can see your wisdom in raising me on Earth, as a Viking.”
“I,” the older man sighed. “I wanted a family I could be proud of. One that I could point at and announce proudly that they were mine.”
Eric nodded in understanding. “You made hard choices, Father. You did what you believed to be the best for your family. And I now know they were difficult because I am now faced with these same decisions. I,” he became thoughtful, “Sookie said I was a bad ass with strong moral values. She is right. I live within the laws until someone hurts what is mine. Then I react, I believe she has told me more than once, in a bad ass kind of way. Because of the way I was raised, those that would think to hurt my family, I would hunt them to the ends of both worlds and destroy them.
There are things you can control, and most things you cannot,” he said with a shake of his head. “Those things that I cannot control, they now scare me because I have asked Sookie to marry me,” he said softly. “She said yes. I still do not understand why except for the fact that she loves me. I know I love her and would sacrifice all to keep her safe.”
Er-erikr nodded in understanding and hugged his son. “A wife,” he smiled. “I am so pleased…”
Eric smiled in return. “Everyone seems to think that she is pregnant. That because I am now dragon in my bones that she carries my babe. Something I cannot fathom and yet I desire more than anything I have ever wanted to be true.”
“Oh my son,” the older man stroked his face and began to weep, again.
There were tears in Eric’s eyes as well as he continued. “I will never understand what it cost your soul to watch Mother die. And frankly, I do not want too. I do not know that I have that type of strength to watch Sookie waste away in horrible pain while trying to explain to my child that there is nothing that I can do to save their mother.”
“Oh my son…” his father was crying. “There was nothing to be done. I tried…we all tried…”
“I know…” his voice was sad. “Father, I know,” Eric was stroking his face. “Mother earned her right at the table and sits in Valhalla with the ancient warriors.
Just as you have earned your right to have with you your family. I am sorry for my foolish ways. Please, come and have dinner with us tonight. Help us to celebrate this joyous occasion.”
Grinning, Er-erikr kissed Eric on the forehead and then took a step back. “O.I. told me not to fuck this up,” he sighed. “So, I believe I need to be honest. O.I. came to see me…”
“It was a party atmosphere,” Eric smiled. “And I was celebrating and reveling in the fact that I was a daywalker and I could eat and drink and that I was getting married and going to be a father. This drunk was a thousand years in the making and with every toast to Sookie and our future together, I did not hold back. Because I knew,” he stressed as he looked into his father’s eyes. “O.I. would do the right thing and tell you. That this kind of news should not wait until the drunk is able to pull himself up off the floor. That the political ramifications could be far reaching if you did not know first so that you could prepare.”
“I love you my son,” the older man leaned his forehead against Eric’s. “I have your mother’s jewelry. I think it is time to gift it to your bride.”
Father and son returned to the old farmhouse amidst tears, laughter, hugs, kisses and congratulations to the happy couple.
O.I. had a pitcher of The Death at the ready and the toasting began.
“To my bride,” Eric began, “and the mother of my children.”
“Hear! Hear!” was shouted and glasses raised. “To Sookie!”
“To her gran, whose heart is filled with love and laughter and the understanding that different is beautiful and to be cherished.”
“Hear! Hear!” they all whistled and clapped. “To Gran!”
“To my father…” was all Eric said as he raised his glass.
“Hear! Hear!” came the hearty reply.
“And a great big thank you to O.I. for keeping our national security in tact in the Realm of the Two Blue Moons while I was passed out and being used for a gaming table.”
There were catcalls, whistling, stamping of feet and even some dragon trumpeting as the king of the dragons did a flyover.
Coming to a halt above the crowd, O.I. took his bows. “I has heard the stories my prince, several times, of your Viking rite to manhood.”
Eric grinned as Er-erikr, the teller of the stories, broke into laughter.
“Must be a good one,” Sookie smiled as she looked from father to son.
“Oh it is,” Eric nodded. “I had been declared a man at the age of ten, having passed the criteria that was set by the law. I had skills, I could fish, and I could hunt and bring home dinner. I knew about farming, boat building, and at that age I was skilled with a sword. Not the one I would eventually at my full height carry into battle, but it was to my size and I could kill you with it.
So-o-o-o-o, as Vikings, we all grow up drinking mead and after being declared a man I wanted to sit at the warrior’s table and drink with the men. It is my right, I said more than once after the ceremony. My mother would frown at this and my father,” Eric eyed the man, “who would say nothing, finally nodded in agreement. ‘It is time,’ I distinctly remember hearing him say as my mother rolled her eyes. So that night, after dinner, I sat with the men and a horn was placed in front of me and then it was filled. And filled again. And filled again.
And it was filled every time the mead maiden came by. She would look at my father and he would nod his head yes.
I woke up the next morning still sitting at the table with my head in a puddle of mead. The Hall was stirring which meant I had chores to do and so I had to get my ass up and get moving. Only I could not stand. I could not raise my head up off the table. And I still had chores to be done, I was now being constantly reminded as people came and went and poked me in the side. Slapped the top of my head in congratulations. Clanked things in my ears so that I would know the sound of coin. Because if I continued to lay there, they would laugh loudly in my ear as my head split open, I would soon forget that sound.
I only wished for death at that moment.
‘He is going to puke,’ Mother said when she came by with a tray of cooked meat.
And she was right. When that smell hit my nose…well, I was hustled outside—as in Olaf grabbed one side of me and Borg the other and literally threw me out the door upsetting the chickens and covering me in chicken shit.
Throw up I did, several times, for the next several days. And I still had chores to do because I was a man and in just five short years or so I would be married with a wife and a family of my own.”
Everyone in the room was laughing.
“You were a most delightful shade of green,” Er-erikr chuckled, “for about a week. Your mother said she saw the sense in getting you drunk, but she would kick me every time she said it.
She would be so proud of you Erikr,” he said clasping him around the shoulders. “So proud of the way you have managed your life and she would be delighted at the mate you have chosen.
Her wish was to gift to your bride her jewelry,” he said stepping back and taking the bag out of his pocket, he handed it to his son. “And I know how pleased she would be for Sookie to have her things.”
“This calls for pie and coffee,” Gran beamed. “Let me start a fresh pot. Lafayette, I don’t know how many pies you made this afternoon, but line them all up and let’s start!”
When Gran opened the coffee can, Eric eyed the bag of jewels that was resting in his hand. “Something is alive in here,” he said.
“No,” his father said as he took the bag from him. “I just…” when the coffee started to brew, there was gasping sounds coming from the bag as it began to move around.
O.I. zipped over and took the bag over to the sink. Putting in the stopper, “Gran, at the ready with the coffee,” his voice was most serious. “We wills takes whatever is goin’.”
Gran removed the pot and placed a bowl under drip as O.I. dumped the jewelry into the sink and on went the coffee. There was a horrible smell as the jewelry thrashed about and the coffee went from black to brown to clear and the jewelry was once more laying still in the bottom of the sink.
“What the fuck?” Eric was pissed.
“We wondereds how they administered the poison to your momma,” O.I. was seething.
“They spelled her jewelry,” Er-erikr was yelling. “Those lower than harpy shit godmothers spelled her jewelry.”
“A generational curse,” M.E. was nodding as he picked up a bracelet out of the sink. “They knew, my king, that this would pass to your son. So they thought to kill his bride in the same manner as well.”
“But,” Eric looked confused. “But Mother did not wear jewelry…only her marriage band.”
Eric’s father became very still. “She…my Gretta, she would wear them to bed…she wear would them when we were intimate…” his voice struggled. “I told her I liked the way the jewels looked on her skin in the firelight…” he sobbed. “She wore them to please me…”
“Mother fucker,” Gran said with disgust as she looked around the room. “These are some bad, bad folks.”
“Yes they are,” Sookie nodded in agreement. “Let’s mount up and go kick their ass. Eric, you get your dragon mojo goin’ and I’ll hit them with my blue flame and we’ll send them all screamin’ into hell…or whatever your blue moon equivalent happens to be.”
“How about,” the king of the fae righted himself, “how about if we have some coffee and pie and celebrate your engagement.”
Sookie shrugged. “Well, let’s do that and then go kick their ass. I always do better when I am not hungry. And right now pie sounds good. Could fill those hollow spaces in my tummy. And top it off with ice cream. So it could fill all those tiny hollow places in my tummy.”
Er-erikr shook off the dark and embraced this new chapter in his life. “By the stars and The Light, you are just like my Gretta. You hurt her family and she would go looking for you with her sword in hand. Welcome to the family, my darling girl. I am proud to call you my daughter, wife to my son, and mother to my grandchildren. Welcome Sookie, to the Sookiehawk clan.
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