Samuel was trying to take it all in. Eric’s words…and they were some heady ones…and what he could see and smell around him. So, they had crossed over the boundary line and he was in the Realm of the Two Blue Moons…
Perhaps it was the smell that had changed the most. The swamp smell of dying vegetation, dead animals and humans, rotting fish, and stagnant water were gone. Now the air smelled like it did after the rain. Clean air, clean dirt, clean water. Nothing stagnant.
Yes, death had been replaced by life!
The stars were indeed, brighter and twinkled with colors he had not seen, before.
Samuel, with a prayer in his heart, did not ask for a sign that what Eric was saying was true. He did not need to see Eric’s blue lightning, or his ability to day walk or to pop in and out. Eric’s words were enough for him and filled him with hope…vampire were descended from fae…perhaps, if a vampire were put back into the land of fae…just perhaps…they would find balance again, as well.
When they turned down Hummingbird Lane the moon was just rising. Samuel could see the glow coming up over the horizon.
“Oh my Brother,” he felt the tears slip down his face. “I did not doubt you,” he sobbed. “Thank you. Thank you for inviting me to be here with you.”
Eric reached over and took his hand. “It takes a little getting use to at first,” his voice was soft and gentle. “But this is real, Samuel. I am glad you have come home to us.”
‘Tis the week of Easter and time for new beginnings. Longer days, shorter nights, creation awakening from its long winter’s nap.
God is all about new beginnings.
So, in keeping with the spirit of new beginnings….and brushing off death and walking out of the tomb is the biggest one…just say’n…. I have started a new series of back stories. You will find them listed at the top in the menu area under “The Light Beckons”.
I have decided to add a shorter on going back story area…yes I know…shocker….! At this point in time there will be no rhyme or reason…just a one shot at what ever happens to be on my mind or you want clarified (Miss Bwtawny sent me her list) for the day.
I have no idea how often I will post to this or if it even notifies anyone that I did since it is technically not a post…ahhhh, just another one of life’s little mysteries.
They had just returned from the street fair.
After Eric got Hunter ready for bed Sookie was a little bit surprised when Hunter went walking through the house in his jammies ringing a little bell and saying, “It’s story hour. It’s story hour. Come one and come all…it’s story hour. Come and hear the story of when my Daddy first met my Momma.”
Ears all over the house perked up. Sookie was just a little suspicious when Pam, Molly and Tara walked in through the door and everyone was gathering out in Eric’s office.
There was a cheese plate and some rosemary bread for dipping in olive oil. Several bottles of wine were out. Hmmmm….sorta looked like a party! A pre planned party! Raising an eyebrow at Lafayette, he only shrugged. Okay, no one else was in the loop.
Eric had been smiling all day. Well, she was about to know why. Apparently her son could keep a secret as well. Hmmmmm, intriguing…..
Sitting down in the rocking chair Eric pulled up Hunter who was holding his little book, onto his lap. They were both wearing the same, exact grin. Father and son, together, again….Sookie was beginning to wonder just what the two of them had been up to in Eric’s office this afternoon….
“My Daddy,” Hunter began with great pride, “told me the story of how he met my Momma. It was a long time ago and he said he loved her the first time he saw her. When she was a little girl, her daddy would bring her to his favorite swiimmin’ hole. ‘Cause when you are little, you can’t go swimmin’ by yourself.”
Several heads nodded in agreement.
“It was my Daddy’s favorite swimmin’ hole as well and sometimes he would see her as he was just leavin’.
When my Momma got older, she would come by herself and she would take a bath, there. ‘Cause that is what the Fae did.” His audience nodded in agreement right along with him.
“So, after my Daddy told me their story, I made a book. Daddy, he helped me with some. He wrote the Once upon a time…” Hunter said with great pride as he held it to show everyone.
“I am just gonna’ do a picture walk and tell the story cause I can’t read big words yet.”
There was a round of applause and Prince Hunter, the youngest Prince in the Kingdom, began.
“Once upon a time there was a Princess named Sookie,” Hunter giggled. “She was so pretty and she did not like to wear shoes. But her daddy, the king, he liked for her to wear shoes so she would wear them for him. Whenever she would go outside, she would take them off. Sometimes she did not remember where she put them so her daddy was always getting her a new pair of shoes.
Far, far away from the King lived Prince Evan,” Hunter giggled again.
“Only,” he whispered, “that is really my Daddy and his name is Eric.
Prince Evan, he lived in the swamp. He liked it there. He could fish and swim and sometimes he would turn into a frog and,” Hunter laughed out loud, “he would catch flies with his long tongue and eat them for a snack,” Hunter giggled as he held up his book and showed everyone the page.
“Daddy drew this frog for me ‘cause I told him I did not know how to draw frogs. So, he showed me and I colored it in.
One day, the pretty Princess, she was walking barefoot in the purple swamp lookin’ at the purple lilies that Evan grew.
See this picture, Captain Liam took it with my Daddy’s camera. He took it underwater so we could see how pretty it is. This is where they went swimmin’.
Evan was swimming and he did not hear the Princess until it was too late. She had taken her shoes off and was wading in the water instead of walking along on the grass like she normally did. He would hear her when she walked along on the grass.
He dove into the water and turned into a frog. Then he jumped up on a lily pad ‘cause he loved the Princess and was to shy to tell her so.”
Everyone’s eyes went to Eric as he held up his hand behind Hunter’s back. Bringing his four fingers together and putting his thumb on top of them, only moving his wrist he made a pumping motion.
Half choked down laughs were swallowed and Sookie had just taken a drink of water as Eric made the international sign for jerking off and she spewed her drink out in laughter.
Dabbing at herself, she said, “I’m okay Sweet Baby, it is just that Momma has never heard this story, before. You are doing a fine job of telling it. And I love your pictures.”
Hunter smiled at her and then turned and smiled at his Daddy who hugged him closer and gave him a kiss.
“Please my son,” Eric smiled at him, “we are ready to hear more of the story.”
“See, this frog, I copied Daddy’s and then colored it.”
“Very nice, Hunter,” was heard around the room as everyone regained their concentration.
“The Princess liked to come to this spot and lay in the sun and work on her tan.”
Eric wiggled his eyebrows and mouthed “Naked.”
“Evan said Ribbbbit as a greeting and the Princess she looked at him and invited him to come over and spend the afternoon with her. He sat next to her and they sunned themselves and would talk about stuff.”
“Naked,” Eric mouthed again with his fangs down and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Daddy said they spent a very nice afternoon.”
“Naked,” Eric mouthed again, this time with a smirk.
“Daddy said you could see her hinny so I drew it in,” Hunter said with a sure shake of his head.
“Sweet…naked…ass…” Eric sighed and smiled.
“When it started to get dark, Princess Sookie said she had to go home. Prince Evan the frog said Ribbbbbit and Pleasant Journey and after she left he found her shoes. When he went to the birthday party at the castle he took them back to her and he was declared a hero!
“Bravo, bravo,” was shouted and hands clapped as Eric set Hunter on the floor and coached his son on how to take a bow.
“Today Daddy and I went shoppin.’ Momma,” his little face was filled with love, “we bought a surprise for you.” Turning to Eric, his father handed him the small pouch. With a very serious face, he walked to his Momma and handed her the brightly colored cloth bag.
Pulling on the strings, it came open and turning it over, out of the pouch fell a necklace.
“See Momma,” Hunter grinned. “After Daddy told me the story, I picked them out. See, here is Daddy as the Frog Prince and there is your fairy princess coach like Cinderella and there is your shoe! Daddy says it looks like the ones that he found! Those pretty sparkles are pink and purple. Those are yours and Daddy’s colors!
Daddy says he was always good at findin’ things but Daddy said he can not thank you enough ‘cause you found me.”
Sookie felt the tears well up in her eyes. “I love you Sweet Baby,” she was able to get out as she hugged him and got her kiss.
“Get your hugs and kisses my son and then I shall tuck you in,” Eric winked at him. “Another busy day tomorrow! Story hour and then off to see the Grandmas!”
Sookie got up out of her chair and walked over to Eric. “Don’t think this gets you off the hook,” she smiled at him. “You were that frog that would sit with me and keep me company. I was naked and I thought you were just a frog.
Eric Northman….I….I…I was naked….”
“Yes,” he grinned wickedly. “And beautiful in your nakedness,” he added with gusto!
“Daddy,” Hunter called, “I’m ready for bed now.”
“Ohhhh!” Sookie arched her eyebrow at him. “Do not think you are……!”
Giving her a kiss, he said, “I have to go, my bride. Bed time for our little man.”
Lafayette passed her by and eyed her. “Mmmmhmmm, sure ‘nuff does explains some stuff.”
Tara was shaking her head at her. “It sure does. You out there for hours in the sun cookin’ yourself. Makin’ me sit out there with you. Tan my ass. You were just waitin’ for that frog to show up.
So,” Tara put her arm around her. “I have to know. Were you like the Princess in the fairy tale? Did you kiss him to see if he would turn into a handsome Prince?”
Standing perfectly still, Sookie closed her eyes and made a face.
“Ohh,” Tara giggled, “you did kiss him. Once…oh look at the face she just made…more than once? More than twice?
Really Sookie…more than twice?” Tara was wailing with gales of laughter.
Sookie stood up very straight and put on her Sunday Go To Meetin’ face. “In my own defense, you know, he is very charmin’, even as a frog. And being Eric or Evan, frog or human, it does not matter. That boy can talk some trash.
And he is in sooooo much trouble,” Sookie admired Eric’s back side as he carried Hunter off to brush his teeth. “Soooo much trouble…”
Smiling, she put the necklace on. It was beautiful in its simplicity and its memories. She had loved spending time with that frog. She had talked, he had listened and offered his advice. She had come back to that pool several times. The closer her father’s birthday party got, the more she frequented it.
Her father would never say it, but in his heart, he wanted her to marry. To secure the throne. But there was no one that she wanted….and that night at the party…Eric had walked in and was announced to the court carrying her shoes.
“From a mutual friend,” he had winked at her when he had been presented and left them there.
The tall blond with the braids had held her attention all evening. Then…when he danced her out into the garden…her life changed.
Yes, that was Eric’s way, to sweep you off your feet. Him carryin’ her out of his office and lockin’ her to the Wheel of Misfortune came to mind. The things he did to keep her safe….
Walking to Hunter’s room, with her heart she watched him as he tucked him in and kissed him goodnight. Then she came in and did the same.
“You are wearin’ the necklace,” Hunter grinned.
“Yes, thank you, it is perfect,” Sookie kissed him again, “but not as perfect as you.”
Walking out together she stopped Eric outside their bedroom door. “You could see them couldn’t you?” She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it. “Subhine and Finton.”
“Yes,” he smiled. “The first time that you came by yourself. I wondered who the two small boys were that danced around you. Then I saw their faces. There was no mistaking that they were our sons.”
Pressing his hand against her cheek she raised her eyes to his.
“Shhhh, my beloved, do not,” he put his finger on her lips. “We are here now and this is what is important.”
With a nod of her head, she put her arm around him and they walked back out into the house.
“I was naked, Eric,” she elbowed him. “You are a bad, bad, bad man.” Cutting her eyes to him she added, “And I find that very attractive!”
For my 58th Birthday we ventured forth into the Land O’ Hershey, Pennsylvania, that is. And at the very lovely Hershey Hotel I had for my birthday something I believe they call Death by Chocolate.
Now, the bar miss she was very quick and I did not see just exactly what it was she put into your old Auntie Carroll’s drink….but….that does not stop me.
Chocolate syrup. This needs to be refrigerated. If it is warm off the shelf, it does not stick to the glass. All though, you can just swirl it around in the glass and that is not bad either.
Chocolate flavored varieties of alcohol
Milk….I use ½ cup fat free ½ and ½ and make the other half fat free milk and mix in the Hershey’s syrup….about 1/4 th of a cup.
My best guess:
Into 1 an 1/4th cup of chocolate milk:
1 shot of Vodka
1 shot of Baileys
1 shot of Godiva Liqueur
1 shot of Cocao Obscura liqueur
….and just because I had it…
1 shot of Whipped Cream liqueur
It shaken and not stirred.
Serve in a martini glass or your morning milk glass…
Top with whipped cream and a cherry!
Top it off with whipped cream and place a cherry on top…dab it with chocoate or not.. The cherry will fall through to the bottom of the glass and will keep the kiss company until you get to the bottom. Surpirse! Dessert awaits you in the bottom of the glass![/caption]
“I heard OI say dressing, again, and something about Sweet Baby Ray’s,” E.H. hesitated. “Does that mean I am the main course and come with dressing on the side? I know I keep asking that question but I have put together SBR’s means Sweet Baby Ray’s.”
OI looked sorrowful as they climbed the stairs to their rooms and Lafayette shook his finger at him.
“My little mans, our Mr. E.H., he’s got enough problems of the big bad kinds…sides, you knows your La La ain’t gots enough corn breads mades to make enough dressings for a Were that size.”
“I heard that…” E.H. replied.
“Here we are,” Jesus said as they came to the top of the stairs. “This room is our closet. I’m putting the kilt out for you to try on.”
“Oh,” E.H. remarked, “that’s nice and subtle. I wore a kilt once when I was in Scotland.”
“Wearin’s?” OI looked at his La La.
“Not’s for wearin’s Sugar,” Lafayette smiled. “We is gonna be holdin’ it up while yous stands in front of its…butt naked. All flexed and posed. Don’t needs no oil for yous to look hots…show’ms what a real Were looks like! Kilted hottie of the day and all.”
“Who brought up the drinking horn?” E.H. asked. “I don’t think I’m drunk enough yet to pose….ooooohhhh,” he felt the fire begin in his feet and run up his legs. “Oooohhhh,” he moaned as he started removing his clothes.
“Quicks,” Lafayette laughed, “toss the kilt around him before he passes outs.”
“Oops, too lates, my big mans,” OI watched as the naked Were with only his socks on fell face first onto the floor.
“Hards to sexy hims up from this angle…has to shoots him from his other butt cheek sides,” OI observed. “And them socks has gots to go…just say’n.”
“We coulds makes him a pillow out of the kilt and just has him spreads out ala natural on the floors and such,” Lafayette said.
“You guys are just the best,” E.H. cryed, wiping the tears from his eyes as he sat up and they all watched as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. “I want to be just like you when you drink this stuff,” he sobbed before he fell over, again, and started snoring.
The two men and their two dragons stood there looking at each other. “I guesses,” Lafayette shrugged, “he wants a Prince Albert, too? We dids that…” They all looked at each other and shrugged and sorta nodded their heads in agreement.
Jesus emptied the horn full of Death from Above and watched as fire blew out of his mouth. “I guess he does. OI, if you would please, pop us to our favorite tattoo and piercing parlor.”
We were living in Northern Germany in 1982. A friend gifted me with a bottle of this and the recipe. God bless and a great big Irish kiss to who ever created it!
Homemade Irish Cream Liqueur
I cup Irish Whiskey (I use John Jameson because I like to drink John Jameson)
1 14 oz can sweetened condensed milk
1 cup cream…heavy, light…or why not, fat free ½ and ½
4 eggs (If anything with raw eggs is to be consumed, I have switched over to pasteurized eggs. Anything else and I am risking the health of my family and friends!)
2 TBs. vanilla extract
2 TBs chocolate extract and 2 TBs Hershey’s chocolate syrup…got some Godiva chocolate that you have not eaten….now would be the time to melt that down in about a ½ cup of milk over a low heat and refrigerate until cool… you could add that to the mix as well…..just say’n….waste not want the Bailey’s all the time and there is no such thing as too much chocolate…..
1 TB coconut extract
1 tsp. powdered instant (not granular) coffee. If you only have granular, put it in the blender, first, and whir it around…this will make it powder. (My husband does not like coffee so I omit this.)
Into the blender, put all the ingredients at low speed until thoroughly mixed. Transfer to a bottle with a lid and refrigerate overnight or longer. Serve cold. Shake well before serving.
I have no idea how long this will last or when it is no longer “safe” to drink. I have had one bottle for as long as a couple of weeks in the fridge….I know….shocker…
Alcohol acts as a preservative…..so does the magic in the Jameson. But….it does contain raw eggs….! Have a chocolate martini party that night and then serve it to your guest over waffles with ice cream the next morning…or just chocolate martini on!
The old court-house of Renard Parish is once more back in the news. It made headlines in 1895 when the Great Seal of the State of Louisiana was stolen from Baton Rouge and moved here in an attempt to make Bon Temps the state capitol.
Bon Temps not only did not become the state capitol, nor did it become the seat of the Renard Parish court house. The good people of Bon Temps had bankrupted themselves in building the neo-classic beauty in hopes of becoming a seat of government and then became so embarrassed when that did not happen that the building changed hands often and then went into a state of disrepair. One hundred and eighteen years later, it has been purchased and restored to its former glory. It will once more house lawyers along with bakers, tea patrons and residents.