Chapter 19 The Tears of Angels
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.
No battle. A very short chapter. I could not leave those ladies in such misery until Monday.
As always, thanks for reading…
Act congratulated himself. His insurance was going to pay for this! After picking up all the chips and stashing them, his facilities engineer had found him and told him all the back up generators had kicked on. They were using the ones that were tucked into the mountain to run the hydro plant to power his home.
The rain was causing flooding in some areas and continued to push with giant fists against the buildings. Act used the tunnel from the casino to return to his home in the mountain. Once he stepped inside, he could smell the death as he got closer to his money room and could hear talk. Entering the chamber that ran his financial empire, he could see the bodies burned in their chairs.
“Master,” Vince said kneeling, “The small generator is working that supplies power to the prisoners. I checked that first thing.”
“Good,” Act at this moment was not as worried about his prisoners as he was the melted electronics that surrounded him.
“What happened? I thought this was all grounded and tied into circuit breakers.”
“Yes, but you can see, it did not stop the lightning. Nothing can stop lightning if it is a direct hit. And we took multiples. If anyone was touching anything that tied into the electrical system,” Vince, his chief engineer said to him, “they died. The storm lit up the entire mountain. The observatory suffered as well. The telescope took a direct hit and actually melted the optic glass.”
“We have had storms,” Act hit his fist against a wall.
“Master,” Vince said softly. “You built in a copper mine. There are streaks of copper running all through these mountains. The natives tell tales of such storms warring up here. That is why these mountains were held with such reverence and the natives never came up here.
We have just been lucky, up until tonight.
The small generators that are down with the turbines are supplying enough power to run what we have going up here. They are also feeding the backup generators in town and will provide enough light and AC to keep the tourists happy.”
“Fuck!” Act hissed and hit the wall with his fist, again. “Get someone in here to clean up this mess. Do I have any computer techs left?”
“Not on the mountain,” Vince shook his head. “Everyone was working when the storm hit. They are all dead.
In the casino, you would have those crews that work there.”
“Can you keep this going? Until replacements can be found?” he asked.
“Of course,” Vince bowed his head. “Yes.”
“Get us back up and running, Vince,” he sighed. “I need some entertainment. Make sure there is air flowing to the Versailles room.”
“Of course Master,” he said, as Act turned around and left. Then he shuddered in his heart for those women that the master kept locked in what they simply called The Dungeon.
“Still king of my domain,” he said to himself as he stepped out of the room that smelled of shit and ozone. Walking down the tunnels, he felt better, he thought. “The girls shall provide some entertainment, those at the casino will want to work here and we shall hire new for the casino. It will all work out just fine.”
Then something was wrong. All the doors with electronic locks had been blown open and he was beginning to feel air currents wafting against his skin. He could smell the fresh air and could hear the rain that was coming down in a torrential downpour.
“No!” he screamed and then screamed again as he was there at their door and it had been shredded from the lock into the metal door. “No,” he was at speed to the closest outside door that had been blown open and was standing there, instantly soaked as the rain pushed against him. “No,” he screamed and sat down in the middle of the opening, as freezing rain drenched him and he watched the lightning continue to strike. “No,” he sobbed as tears formed in his eyes but were washed away by the pure rainwater.
Samuel had always carried with him a calming influence. Even as a human. Tonight was no different. It was with joy and thanksgiving that he was watching the dark give way to the light. The women had been bathed and fed. They had eaten some fruit and drank a beer. He was familiar with that. They had wanted things that they had eaten from the time they were human. When Samuel had tucked them in, Vlad was on the bed with Mina on top of him and the girls pushed up against him with their hand tucked into Mina’s. “Rest well,” he had gently smiled at them, locked the door and pulled it closed.
PTSD, Miss Sookie had called it. Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. It was nice that the humans had a name for it. In the realm of vampire, it was just called a horrifying mind fuck. The results were the same.
Godric stood in the room watching the man and three women sleep. He offered thanks for their freedom and wept tears of joy and sorrow. Their path had been a long one full of peril and torture. Walking over to them, he kissed Milly, Mina, Vlad, and Marla on the forehead, whispering sweet dreams and a happy life to follow.
His tears fell onto their faces and he gazed in fascination as the small droplets were absorbed.
Standing back, he watched the four all shift a bit and visibly relax. Lines that had been permanently etched into their faces disappeared. The womens’ heart beats had slowed and their breathing had become regular. They looked to be at rest and not caught up in some horrific nightmare.
“The tears of angels,” he heard Gabriel’s voice. “Oh Godric, what a blessing you are.”
Turning, he saw her standing there.
“They are yours to guide. You have marked them and begun their healing journey,” she bowed her head to him.
“But I…” he stammered. “I am so new to this…”
“The tears of angels,” she smiled at him and shimmered into a million pieces, “come from the heart of God.” Blowing him a kiss, she was gone.
Grinning and shaking his head at the wonder of it, he blew kisses to everyone on the bed. “I shall just do a small walk about,” he smiled, “before I depart for other places.”
Samuel was standing at the window, watching the dark shift to the early morning light.
“I know you are there,” he said turning. “And I know you are sent from my God or you would not be here. I felt my Mother’s vibration momentarily but I know you are not her.”
“Hello Samuel,” he heard Godric before he saw him.
“Godric,” he smiled and turned toward the voice and saw Eric’s maker standing there. “It is good to have you with us once more.”
“Thank you, it is good to walk among you once more,” he bowed his head. “Samuel,” he took a step closer, “you know Gabriel? And you call her Mother? I am, curious,” he laughed.
“Well, I am one of Garb’iel’s descendants from when angels walked the earth and men found their delight in them. She is not my earthly mother but she is where my ancestors had their beginning. I just find comfort in calling her Mother and I still walk so apparently no one is offended,” he smiled.
“Oh,” Godric was thoughtful. “I was not raised on the words of our God. I do not know all the stories.”
“Oh there are so many,” Samuel became thoughtful. “You…you…I am not for sure where to start,” he laughed.
“I know the truths,” Godric replied. “But…” he shrugged. “I am not God. I do not know all.”
“I understand,” Samuel smiled at him. “No need to try to explain. It is not for my mind to try and comprehend.”
“Nor mine either,” Godric laughed.
“Samuel, I come bearing a message for Eric and for yourself, as well.”
“Yes,” he took a step forward. “Yes, I am listening.”
“If Eric will wait until Act once more appears at the casino, he will catch them all. And please, tell our friends that are so world-weary,” he was thoughtful, “that all shall be right with them and theirs. That fallen on them are the tears of angels that come from the heart of God and they shall find peace.”
“Thank you Godric,” Samuel said with a bow of his head. “We will be diligent.”
When Samuel lifted his head, Godric was gone.
The sun had cleared the horizon and Samuel stood at the window, seeing the bright orb push through the rest of the clouds. It was a glorious morning and he was going to bed.
Eric could feel the sun going down and Sookie still sleeping beside him.
Moving, he felt her shift as well and then wake. “Hell of a storm last night,” was all she said as she sat up and smiled at him. “You think you can do that inside, say a room inside a mountain.”
“I am betting on it,” he grinned as he picked her up and carried her off to shower.
“The storm last night is the only thing on the news,” Molly said as they walked into the living room. “Look at this,” she said in wonder. “This is the satellite view,” she laughed. “You would think you would not be able to see it through all that cloud cover.”
“No wonder you slept all day, Eric,” Sookie chuckled. “Wow…I thought it was impressive from the ground view.”
“Oh, wait one,” Molly held up her pointer finger. “We have that as well. Just watch this.”
Vlad and the ladies came upstairs, listening to laughter and hearing the lightning strikes and thunder from the storm that had raged last night.
“Welcome,” Sookie smiled at them when Vlad stepped through the arch, the ladies standing behind him and peeking their heads around the corner.
“There is food in the kitchen,” Samuel offered. “Vlad, if you need something, just ask Cook.”
“Thank you, we appreciate all that you have done for us,” he smiled and then tears filled his eyes.
“Would you prefer that I cleared the kitchen?” Samuel asked. “It would afford you more privacy,” he smiled, “and perhaps you would feel more at ease.”
Vlad looked over his shoulder. The women were all thoughtful and finally shook their heads no.
“We will be happy for the company,” Mina said.
“Most excellent, come,” Samuel stood, “allow me to escort you,” he held out his arms and bowed his head. “This way, ladies.”
“That went well,” Sookie observed.
“A vast improvement over what we found last night,” Eric commented.
“Yes,” Ian nodded thoughtfully. “They were terrified of the smallest bit of light. They did not seem to mind it so much, now.”
“When they join us, we will talk about our plans for tonight,” Eric smiled.
“Well, I would not count on Vlad going anywhere. They might not seem so skittish, but they see him as their protector and I don’t think they are going to want him to be gone from them, especially back into the lion’s den,” Sookie’s voice was serious.
“Good point,” Eric nodded in agreement as they went back to watching just what a berserker rage that belonged to Eric Northman was capable of manifesting.
Passing time in the kitchen with them, it had become clear to Samuel just what Godric’s words had meant. These three women were not emotionally the same women that had been here in the old dark.
When everyone had eaten, Samuel escorted them back into the living room. They still sat in a small cluster, but not in a corner and not with Vlad standing watch over them. They had found a place on a couch, with a small light on the sofa table that glowed softly around them. Good progress.
Molly turned off the television and all eyes went to Eric.
“Before we begin,” Samuel spoke, “I come bearing a message from Godric.”
“Godric,” Eric stood up and went over to Samuel and kneeled at his feet. “My Godric,” he said as his face lit up in joy.
“Yes,” Samuel hugged Eric. “I now have two angels that speak to me,” Samuel said, kissing Eric on the forehead.
“What did he say?” Eric wiped the tears from his eyes. “What…” he began sobbing, the joy on his face for all to see. “What did he say?”
“He said, and I quote,” Samuel kissed him on the forehead, again, and then looked into his brother’s eyes:
“If Eric will wait until Act once more appears at the casino, he will catch them all. And please, tell our friends that are so world-weary, he was thoughtful, Godric was most serious at this point, that all shall be right with them and theirs. That fallen on them are the tears of angels that come from the heart of God and they shall find peace.”
“Do you think he meant that literally?” Sookie asked, her eyes now on the ladies.
“Yes,” Samuel smiled, “yes I do.”
“That is a lot to comprehend,” Mina said, rubbing between her eyes with her fingers. “That God would send His angels for the likes of us…”
“Whoa!” Sookie yelped in surprise as she leaned in closer. “Did you guys see that?”
“What?” Vlad asked, panic in his voice.
“Nothing scary,” Sookie smiled at those on the couch that looked like they now wanted to bolt. “I thought I saw a tattoo of some sort lit up with blue sparks when Mina rubbed her forehead. It was just,” Sookie shrugged, “drops. Not very big.”
“Mina,” Vlad disengaged from her. Standing, he kneeled down in front of her. “My Mina, please, once more, rub your forehead,” he smiled at her. “I am here, watching,” he smiled at her as he pushed back her hair.
Nodding, her fingers once more went to her forehead. “That feels good,” she let out a long sigh. “I feel…better,” she smiled at Vlad.
“They look like…” his eyes were on her forehead, “teardrops. Samuel, what do you think?” he asked.
Carefully Samuel approached them, not wishing to cause any panic. Kneeling down he smiled and then watched intently. “Yes, tear drops,” he nodded.
Mina stopped and took her sisters’ hands. “Try it also dear ones,” she nodded her head. “It will add to your sense of well-being.”
Very tentatively, Milly and Marla placed their hands on their faces.
“You can see them,” Sookie said in awe. “A different pattern but you can see them.”
“I do feel better,” Milly let out a sigh as she continued massaging her face.
“Yes,” Marla smiled. “Yes.”
“Oh my beloved,” Mina placed her hands on Vlad’s countenance and with a shriek pulled back.
“What?” he asked, the tears forming. “Do you see the horrible creature I have become and no longer desire me,” he wept, his pain in his voice.
“No my darling husband,” she rubbed her nose against his. “But you have the tattoos as well,” she smiled as she placed her hands on his visage. “I wish you could see,” her tears of joy cleansed his soul. “I wish you could see,” she placed her hands over his face and gently massaged the entire area, as all his guilt, fear, anger, and grief fled from his body. “This angel wept the most over you.”
There was a spirit of well being that settled over the room.
“We shall take Godric’s advice and wait,” Eric smiled. “I could use a walk in the rain washed air. Anyone else?” he asked as he stood and extended his hand to Sookie.
“I have never seen the tears of angels?” Siggy said. “Would you mind?” he humbly asked the ladies.
“No,” Mina smiled at him. “My sisters may retreat if they so wish. But, I would not mind you looking at me.”
“Thank you honored one,” Siggy said and kneeled in front of her.
When Mina rubbed one finger across her face, Siggy smiled in delight. “Thank you, blessed lady, I can see them. Thank you,” he bowed, stood and said. “Yes, rain washed, the freshest of air. This would be splendid.”
“Would you mind?” Samuel asked, shyly. “I think we would like to all be so blessed.”
“Please,” Mina motioned with her hand to all of them. “We would not mind at all.”
Eric was carrying Sookie on his back as they traversed the rock terrain looking for glass made by the lightning strikes. “Sookie, would you please run your blue fire over my face and see if Godric wept tears over me.”
Sookie burst out laughing as she slid off Eric’s back. “Seriously,” she sputtered as she came around and faced him. “Godric cryin’ over you,” she chuckled as she put her hands on his face. “Nope, nothin’,” she chuckled. She could tell her guy was a bit disappointed. “Eric, Godric would not be cryin’ over you. Bursting with pride and joy, yes, weeping tears of sorrow, no. You are Kick Ass and Take Names Eric The Fucking Viking Northman,” she hooted.
“Oh,” Eric smiled.
“Now,” she smiled, “if I was to put my finger right there in the middle of your forehead, I can see where he comes and kisses you in your sleep,” she said gently.
“Oh,” and she heard his voice fill with tears in that one word.
“More than life itself, Eric, he loves you.”