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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“Aunties,” Eric turned to the two ladies. “We do so appreciate your help and my brother and I thank you for being in attendance at such a lowly, horrible place. We are getting ready to bring the structure down. Now, we know not what spells holds the rocks, but I think my guess would be good that those witches are here, tonight. So when they die, so does the spells. But we cannot guarantee that and we do not want you hit with any flying spelled debris.”
“Oh,” Billy nodded his head. “Gots that Big Sugar. We shall take our beautiful selves out of the lines of fire.”
“You good with lightning?” Samuel asked them.
Both of the aunties looked at each other. “Can’t be sayin’ for sures’, Brother Samuel,” Jean replied. “We is ectoplasm and electronic bits, I thinks. So maybes we’ll just take our selves on home to Little Sugar and the family.”
“Good idea,” Samuel nodded in agreement. “If anyone is still up we’ll be home…” he paused.
“We’ll be home,” Eric sighed. “But I am going to want to check on Attila before we head that way. In time for breakfast,” Eric was staring off into the distance. “If not sooner. I want to wrap this up.”
“Most excellent, we’ll spread the word when we report in,” Billy assured them and then poof! The aunties were gone.
“Now,” Eric smiled at Samuel. “Here is what I was thinking. We do not want the fish or any other sea-life feasting on vampire goo. So, we’ll push the waterspout up off the floor and spin it at such a tremendous rate, it literally disintegrates flesh, blood, bone, like the blender Sookie uses to make a smoothie. We will push it on up and out of the roof and literally clean out the castle. With this song, everything will be reduced to its original molecular size.”
“That is very green, my brother,” Samuel nodded in approval. “Very responsible. We will leave no blemished footprint.”
“Yes, we must always be aware. I find this to even be more so now that Josiah is here.”
“Then,” Eric continued, “we’ll take that wind and push the rocks from the castle into the sea bed around the island.”
“Oh, lovely,” Samuel smiled. “It could become a beautiful tiled bottom! A snorkeler’s paradise.”
“Yes,” Eric agreed. “You and I, we have great respect for the ocean.”
“Oh yes,” Samuel nodded. “Josiah, I am sure, like his father, will love the water.”
Eric’s grin got bigger! Samuel could see the pride radiating out from him! “Yes,” Eric smiled. “I am sure he will. He certainly enjoys the frozen form, just as his father does!”
“Oh my brother, what a joy your little man is. Which is why we must be thorough when we clean house. Now, we will ride the air currents above the mayhem and direct the lightning. There is no reason why it cannot join us on this joyous occasion and work to benefit all of humanity.”
“I am in total agreement,” Eric nodded as he began switching out songs. “Let us start. That way we can tell the aunties that it all came down and that this travesty has indeed gone to a watery grave.”
The band upstairs was playing We Will Rock You by Queen and it was the very best of times…coke being sniffed off of abs and licked off of tits! “I want this to never end,” some yelled and the chant was picked up. “I want this to never end,” stomped out to the Queen classic!
Those that were dancing and stomping their feet were high fiving and congratulating themselves that they could shake the very pillars of the castle! Could you feel that! Yes! And yes! This universe is ours! After all, there was going to be a new king in Louisiana come sunrise!
The two brothers had both lived through the coming of age of science. They understood too well that for every action there is an opposite reaction. This song dealt with the basic stuff of matter. Simple science. An atom was made up of protons, electron and neutrons. If all was created from this, Eric reasoned, it should be just a small matter to return them to such. With that much energy being created, there should be an implosion where the water was equal to the building, and an explosion higher up, where there was no pressure from the water being exerted on the building.
It began slowly, Eric’s song keeping to a beat that he felt he could watch and manage what was going on around him.
The water within the building began to churn and the sides of the secret passage way dissolved and standing on the upper steps, they could see the outer walls of the castle.
“Shift in air pressure,” Eric nodded to Samuel as those things that were made of man and nature began to liquefy and the water was becoming thicker as it climbed the steps…heavier…and more robust…taking on a clear shape…!
“Dragon…” Eric and Samuel whispered together, peering into the depths as wooden beams melted and more molecules were churned into the fusion and was beginning to super heat the air as the rock walls began to melt and be absorbed into the liquefying meld.
The combination of heat and water was causing condensation, creating swirling clouds that were building up and pulsing with the synthesis of raw, unnatural hydrogen power; like the plasma in a non-remnant star, as the dragon formed and became more solid. You could still see through it, but Eric thought it was becoming denser and it sparkled and then it unfurled its wings. Smiling up at them, “Go Eric and Samuel,” they heard the rumble of the voice, “I have this.”
Eric grabbed Samuel and shooting straight up they punched through a hole in the roof and rising above the storm watched before the eye they had created by their passing airstream folded back upon itself. When they stopped the song of the storm, the fury winked out and they now had a clear view of what was happening.
“I thought there would be screaming,” Eric softly said.
“I think the pressure suffocated them, crushed their lungs or perhaps they drowned from all the water in the air…the…,” Samuel hesitated, “they were breathing in water instead of air…or perhaps the heat being generated…” his eyes went to Eric’s for a moment before he focused back on the building. “Perhaps we have indeed unleashed Hell, my brother.”
“Only on those that deserve it,” Eric countered. “Do you see,” Eric whispered, “the dragon is now lying with his body on top of the hole where we punched through. The pressure is building. It’s going to explode.” At Eric’s words, the rocks blew outward, and for a split second, there was a rent in the sky and you could hear screaming and see the fire and smell the brimstone along with roasting flesh. When the hole closed, the dragon grinned up at them, saluted, disappeared and the waves from the ocean screamed across, pushing what was left of the rock floor out into the sea! As the water receded, it pulled rocks with it and the island was once more sand.
“Did you see that?” Eric asked. “And smell that?”
“That we had a glimpse of Hell,” Samuel shuddered. “And the stench and the inhuman screaming…and pleasant regards from the dragon…”
“Yes,” Eric nodded. For long moments they looked at each other then at the island. “Let’s check,” Eric said as they floated downward.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” Samuel remarked as he dismounted from Eric’s back and together they walked about the sand. “Nothing scorched, not a trace of a burn mark. No dragon marks. No proof that anything unseemly happened, here.”
“No, just missing a castle,” Eric replied. “I think we are done. The news crews will be out shortly. We shall stop off and see The Hun and Pamela. They should have cleaned house by now.”
Taking out his phone he called. “Child, we are inbound. Meet us on the roof garden in about twenty seconds. And please, don’t shoot us.”
The tide was coming in and the waves were beginning to break upon the shore. “We sent them to Hell,” Eric’s voice was quiet. “Right, that was Hell?”
Nodding, Samuel looked at Eric. “We merely destroyed the bodies,” Samuel said softly.
“Samuel…that was a dragon. And he knew our names.”
“Yes my brother,” the small vampire sighed. “He knew us and I guess, in my heart, he might have been a small bit familiar.”
Many thoughts pushed through Eric’s mind. The one that he wanted answered slipped out. “Who would trust us with that kind of power?”
Samuel smiled. “A three year old child.”
Eric found Attila, Cindy, Pamela, and Old Cranky on the roof garden tiered balcony.
“We watched the light show from here,” Pam smiled when her maker landed.
“Impressive,” Attila added. “You really could not see anything for the fog…massive amounts of fog. And the lightning strikes inside the fog…” he was thoughtful. “My grandmother told me that is how dragons are born. And that we are descended from dragons. I thought maybe I saw something…dragon-like…” his voice trailed off and then he looked at them and grinned. “Folklore,” he chuckled.
“Vampires were folklore also,” Eric said looking him in the eyes. Attila blinked. “Moving on?” Eric’s voice was low and questioning and The Hun nodded yes. “The castle and all who were in it are no more.” In Eric’s voice you could hear him savoring the moment.
“Samuel has been working this agenda for a couple of weeks now. He will put into play the money that went missing, tonight. Brother, what say you?” Eric directed the question at him.
“Well yes,” Samuel looked up from his phone. “None will know they have disappeared until the news channels come around and start speculating on the freak storm that caused this catastrophic upheaval and destruction of a Louisiana bay icon and historic building. None knows that it was owned by a vampire, so there should not be any questions directed this way. Of course, once the street witches start commenting on who has been, ah-h-h-h, shall we say, mislaid, and word gets out Sophie-Anne has abdicated, there could be all kinds of respect for the new king. All kinds of respect…”
“Most good,” Eric responded. “Pam, any questions? Attila?”
“No,” Attila looked thoughtful. “I believe we did a fine job of cleaning out any remaining sympathizers of Sophie-Anne’s. The grounds are secured. As is Compton. For now, all is presently right with my world. Once I have Russell, it will be perfect.”
“Compton?” Eric arched an eyebrow.
“Pamela apparently knows her way around the torture room. “HMR has a twelve-inch thick slab of steel on top of a very big gas range. You can control which burners you want on…”
“Cooked Compton,” Eric made a face, “I think I will pass on that.
And please, by the end of the week…have him well roasted and finally dead.”
“Not to worry Eric, I wish to move forward as well. And that would be without him.”
“Good, I am glad we are in agreement. Sadly, a bit more work, then we leave for home. Attila, if you would, let me brief you on Russell. If you think of questions later, Pamela will fill in the gaps once we are gone. Not that we know a lot about Russell, but his political ambitions are apparently far reaching.”
The Hun listened with interest as Eric told him what he knew and Samuel explained the money that was mysteriously missing from the King of Mississippi’s funds.
“His biggest fear is someone invading his kingdom,” Samuel closed out that screen. “So please, no sabre rattling. This needs about another month,” Samuel showed him the graph. “The Senator is currently embroiled in a foreign policy discussion on The Hill. He is also taking money from a foreign diplomat so that the Senator will push through those that may legally purchase U.S. military weapons. From the looks of his portfolio, and once he gets this in place, the Senator should be ready to step out and run for President and with Russell’s backing, who is to say what would happen.”
“I can tell you what won’t be happening,” Eric grinned along with The Hun. “We will hand Edgington to you when the time is right. I don’t care what you do to Russell as long as he meets the true death in a timely manner.”
“I can do that,” Attila smiled.
“Most excellent,” Eric bowed his head to him. “Now, if there is nothing else, I am ready to leave.”
Eric and Samuel were body treetop level flying, being careful not to break the sound barrier. They were in stealth mode but they were in a hurry.
“Let’s by-pass the plane and take in on home,” Eric said as he turned to his brother.
Smiling, Samuel nodded his head.
It was a beautiful night and at the rate of speed they were traveling, it looked like the stars were flying right along with them.
“Samuel,” Eric turned his head to his brother. “Do you think we’ll be able to see the stars when we meet the true death?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
“Good, I would miss them,” came Eric’s quiet reply as they raced on through the night.
My name is Órga Ingne and my brother is Silver Ingne; we are known respectively as OI and SI. If you were to look at our earthly forms, you would say, “Argh-h-h-h, thar goes dragons!” in a somewhat loud and excited voice! If you were to look at me in my truest spiritual form, you would not believe the beauty and power and the fact that I look exactly like a dragon with sparkles and dancing lights!
On this level of what is known as Heaven, it is the approach of evening and the stars are blazing! They sing, you know, and their song is soft and lilting.
I am swimming in the fjords. This is to help me wash the taste of filth from my being for I have had a most pleasant interlude on Earth. Evil was ripe and ready to release its seeds when Brother Samuel and Eric put a stop to that nonsense. With the death of those bodies, that leaves the placement of the souls. And theses were so vile, it was straight to Hell! And I was the vehicle that made it happen!
Please, do not misunderstand me. I delight in the removal of putrid vermin from what you know as the earthly plane. I tell my Creator that there is no one finer to do this job for Him. He often arches an eyebrow at me and says He knows the best of the shovelers…and they are taking up space in Hell. I often think He is referring to those that shovel bullshit that is peppered with lies, for I know He cannot be referring to me, for I am OI, King of the Dragons! And I live to serve His will…and maybe have some fun while doing so!
I have done fine work this day and deserve this relaxing interlude. It is beautiful here; the water cold, the sky blue, and the purple of twilight beckons. In the distance are snowcapped mountains reflecting off the deep depths of this particular inlet as shadows dance and light streams across the water! The trees come right down to the shoreline and their beauty and magnificence still take my breath away, after all these millennium.
I am presently missing my hell-casting buddy and dragon rider, Josiah. We make a handsome pair, delivering souls to the pit! On Earth, he rides on my back and grabs these miscreants by the neck as the Hell Mouth opens up and he drops them in. Or sometimes he throws them, it just depends on what is going on at the time. Once in a while, we get a clinger who is screaming bloody murder and has wrapped himself around Josiah’s leg. They are normally so evil that their sins do indeed waft off of earth up after them! Josiah will turn to pure spirit and with a thought, displace them from his body and send them hurriedly into the pit. It is a rodeo! Ride’m cowboy! During these times, Josiah is a swirl of pulsating lights, I am breathing fire, there is fire shooting up from the pit! The stench greeting these wrong doers before they see their final resting place in enough to make anyone repent. Only, and I often chuckle about this, it is to very…very…very…late to be feeling sorry for your past errors and bad judgment. Yes, there is much yelling and screaming and pleading at this point, but they showed no mercy in their clay form and now no mercy will be showed to their spirit.
Ouch…! Just say’n.
I find our method of snatch and drop delivery to be so much classier and certainly more terrifying for those Hell bound then delivering them in a trash truck, as Gabr-iel, God’s oldest created being is want to do. For an archangel, you would think there would be more pizzazz! True, she can deliver more when she throttles back and the trash door opens and they fall out, screaming and clutching at everything and trying to hang on to anything…(pardon me while I roll my eyes)…but for as old as she is she has no sense of style and a wicked sense of humor. Personally, I believe her sense of humor is her best redeeming feature and for a true sense of style, she needs to be consorting with dragons! But we all do our jobs and we do them very well regardless of the current haute couture of the day.
For instance, I went to fetch one Sophie-Anne Leclerq. Lordy…you would not believe what this skank had on and she kept bawling about how it was her wedding day and that she was going to fuck The Viking!
Which gave me great pause. For all of time, there is only one The Viking! Not only was she a skank! She was a lying skank! At that moment I was just sorrowful that she was dead because I could have ended that foul’s things life, myself. Look, I know Eric. I have known him since creation and we all came to be. Right….like he would even look once at a skank!
You have to understand about Eric…
When time officially began, we were all asked what we wanted our bit of Heaven to look like. This fjord that I am swimming in, this is Eric’s song. This place was in his heart that he wanted to share with his Sookie and his Josiah. And because of him, it came to be here and on Earth as well.
His mate, Miss Sookie, all I can do is sigh. What a treasure she is! And Josiah, he really has a thing for dogs and they were a part of his song and if I stay here long enough, there will be a couple of them jumping in and swimming along with me, just in case I am drowning, don’t cha know! Which is just fine until we get out and they shake and get you wet all over again. And of course they are smiling and laughing because they saved me from drowning! Oy vey!
So, when that nasty-assed skank said that about Eric…I dropped her off in a very bad neighborhood of Hell. Really bad…as in robustly bad…oh pardon, is that me laughing out loud?
So that is me, myself and I…as in O.I. We are here, enjoying the cool breezes, the sweet smell of lavender as we float on our back and listen to the stars sing and if I tune in with my dragon ears, I can distinctly hear those in Hell screaming. And since Sophie-Anne is the freshest, she screams the loudest.
Skanks…and three day old fish…they both stink of corruption of the flesh and wilt of the eyes. At that point, the only thing they are good for is fertilizer…you know the sort I mean. The kind that has to be shoveled. And once Sophie-Anne is ingested….repeatedly throughout eternity and passed through every sphincter know to evil, well, she will be even riper than she is now and somehow more desired. Yes, there are some things you just don’t want to know.
Evil, they just never seem to know when to cut their losses and call it a day. But the good guys do. Blue moons are getting ready to come up. Think I am just going to float here on my back until those beautiful blue orbs hang in the night sky like blue diamonds.
Landing on the patio, Samuel opened the door and they went it, to be greeted by the dogs.
“Family is sleeping,” Clifford said as he helped Samuel out of his jacket. “Miss Sookie said to check the refrigerator door before you come to bed.”
Grinning, Eric said his good nights and headed in that direction. There on the stainless steel door, proudly displayed, was a picture drawn by his son. It was a family portrait. Eric grinned as he ran his finger over the Aunties, the dogs, Samuel, and he and Sookie. Josiah had drawn a stick figure of himself, standing in the middle of his parents, holding both of their hands.
Sookie had written the message on the bottom of the paper and his son had traced over it.
“Daddy! I love you!”
“Makes it worth coming home,” Samuel said, hovering over Eric’s shoulder and admiring the drawing, “and removing what evil would think to harm him.”
“Yes,” Eric turned and grinned at him, “Yes it does.”
Eric stood by the bed, watching them sleep, tears rolling down his cheeks. He knew vile and corrupt. Had perhaps been vile and corrupt himself over the ages. And yet, somehow, he was charged with protecting innocence. His wife and his son. Both from times and places that he thought he knew but did not always understand. His mind reeling at the concepts that his heart pushed around!
“Eric,” Sookie sat up.
“Yes,” he sighed as he sat down next to her.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” he nodded and pulled her close. “Sookie, do you believe in Hell?”
“You mean that place where God sends the evil ones when this life is finished?”
“Yes,” he laid his cheek on top of her head. “Yes, I believe I do.”
“Yes,” she replied. “Yes I do.”
“Those evil ones that were there tonight, they are in Hell,” he said as he lifted his head from hers and then lifted her face so he could see her eyes.
“What happened?” she asked. “To make you believe?”
“I saw it, Sookie, I saw the Hell Mouth open and I heard the screaming and I could smell…smell sulfur and rot and a horrible stench…like a charnel house only worse. And I could smell evil and fear and lust for anything unholy…” he shuddered.
“That would be Hell,” she replied somberly. “Did Samuel experience it also?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Yes he did. We have not really talked about it yet. I think we both need some time. And…and we both saw a dragon. He knew us and called us by name and told us to go. That he had this.”
“Okay,” she stroked his face, “dragon. Friendly sort. Got that.”
“I am going to shower,” he rubbed his nose against hers. “If we let the dogs up on the bed, maybe you could wash my hair,” he grinned.
“I think I could do that,” she kissed him lightly on the lips. “Anything else?”
“The smell lingers,” he sighed. “This death smell still lingers in my nostrils.”
“You need a whiff of Josiah,” she ran her hand down his face. “Just stick your nose in his hair and inhale.”
Eric wrapped his arms around his little man and did just that. “Heaven on Earth,” he sighed as he lay him carefully back on the bed. “You two,” he motioned to the dogs. “Up.”
“Daddy,” came the little voice, “I’m glad you are home. Did you see our sign?”
“Yes,” Eric smiled at him and picked him up in his arms and held him close. “Yes I did. And your Uncle Samuel as well!”
“Your mother is going to wash my hair. Do you want to stay in bed snuggled with our good boys?” He asked as he kissed his son on the top of his head.
“M-m-m-m,” the sleepy voice replied as Eric tucked him back into the covers.
When the bed was situated, with Josiah between the two dogs, Eric picked Sookie up in his arms. “Morning is not so far off.”
“Well,” she grinned, “then let’s make the most of our time alone. I never thought I would say this, but I kinda like sneakin’ sex,” she giggled as he carried her into the bathroom.
“My favorite,” he replied as he began nibbling on her neck and then his mouth went lower….
The sun rose and breakfast was joyous!
“Anyone besides me curious about the outside world?” Sookie asked.
Both vampires nodded and Lafayette and the aunties got settled in their chairs.
“Let’s watch the show,” Lafayette chuckled.
“Time to tune in,” she grinned, “and see what folks think.
“Would you just look at the news,” Sookie was flipping channels. “Strange storm in the gulf, historic building goes missing, not one piece of debris can be found, they all say and ask the experts for an explanation to their question: Where did it go?”
“No one seems to have an answer for that. Oh, wait one,” Samuel chuckled, “sink hole.”
Sookie turned up the volume. “Oh, a native. This should be good.”
“Well, this is New Orleans,” one of the local newscasters said with an all-knowing voice with the ocean as the backdrop. “Cher, you think you know odd,” she said vigorously shaking her head no, “honey-child, you have not seen odd until you have spent time in our fair city. We can show you strange and unusual and even haunted and blessed.
My granny woman used to say that the slaves that built that castle,” she pointed where it used to stand, “put a curse on it. That when the tides and the moon lined up, and the tears of the innocents washed away the sand, and evil thought to eat the world, the blood of those slaves would take their revenge and evil would be no more.
The castle is gone,” she said leaning in and looking pointedly into the camera. “So,” she shook her finger, “any evil out there just needs to go ahead and lie down and die.
This is Sasha Crow,” she pulled back from the camera and was smiling, “live from Vermillion Bay in the Gulf of Mexico.”
“Just another day in New Orleans,” Samuel observed as he sat down on the couch.
“Appears to be that way,” Eric replied as he helped Josiah with his snow boots.
“Daddy, we goin’ go there?” he asked.
“No my son,” Eric shook his head. “It is very warm there and the dogs would not approve,” he smiled at him as he leaned down and gave him a kiss. “Now, I believe my boots are in the hall closet. I think hill sledding is calling!”
The days passed pleasantly. They were filled with love and laughter and dogs and snowball fights and roaring fires in the fire pit while it snowed.
Each day brought a new delight and the family would go out exploring the mountain, watching for elk and sometimes a fox would stop by for a visit as they passed through the woods and would try to catch snow flakes on their tongues.
Eric and Samuel had been back from Louisiana for three days. From time to time they would both look at each other and say, “What the fuck? It is entirely too quiet. Where is the shit storm?”
The third night, they were sitting in front of the fire after a day of mushing, ice-skating and a robust dinner with a sour cream Dutch apple crumb pie for dessert.
Sookie was sipping her hot chocolate and watching Josiah sleep with the dogs in front of the fire.
Eric’s phone started to vibrate and pulling it out he said, “It’s Pam. I’ll do business elsewhere. Samuel, if you would not mind.”
Rising, he started towards Samuel’s office and was there vamp speed.
“I’m still in New Orleans,” she began by saying. “Attila has things well under control and tonight Russell called, wanting to know if HRM S-A really had been deposed and if The Hun was in charge.
I told him fuck yes.
He wanted your number. I told him I would have you call him, that that was as good as it was going to get.”
“Thank you child. Do you feel threatened?” he asked.
“No,” she replied. “But Russell sounds desperate.”
“Yes, he should be. The Senator he is backing is trying to make a killing in arms dealing and has gotten caught. Russell has figured out that he is in a very bad position, as in there is a shit storm on the horizon and he is in its path. I watched the news, tonight. Samuel has been leaking the illegal money laundering and the Senator is a good liar, but he is not a great liar and has been tripped up several times. And he is sitting with Russell’s money in an account that is no longer hidden. I would suspect the king of Mississippi is more than just a little bit upset to find out upon rising that his money is fast disappearing with nothing to show in return. And that his archenemy is now sitting on his western border instead of half way around the world.
He cannot be happy and I don’t want the distress he is feeling to touch anything of mine. Remember that money wise, in his mind, he is running on empty and his balls are in a vice, being squeezed until they are about to fall off. He has limited places of sanctuary and few friends.”
“Does he have bolt holes in Europe? We certainly did and still do,” she remarked.
“Perhaps,” Eric countered, “but he left the continent because of a huge debt he incurred to war with The Hun back in the day. He promised he could deliver Attila to the Eastern Empire. When he failed at that, he fled and now has an outstanding balance to repay, with interest. So he cannot safely shelter there. If he is seen, the reward for him would cause his own mother to turn on him. Which limits his options.”
“What do you want me to do if Russell does show up here?” she asked.
“If he comes to New Orleans, do not, and I repeat, do not get between him and Attila. That is a blood feud and it is going to take one of them being drained by the other one to solve it.”
“Got it,” she nodded. “Keep my happy ass off the front line and come running to you as fast as I can.”
“Correct,” he replied. “I’ll call Russell and see what I can do to calm him. We still want him caught up in this web so that when he disappears, everyone will think he has gone into hiding. And Pam, if Mississippi does show up, bring Compton the final death then haul ass.”
“Of course my maker,” she said with pride. “That goes without saying.”
“Thank you child. Anything else?”
“No. Regards to the family,” Pam said thoughtfully.
“Walk well this new dark,” Eric replied and they both hung up.
“Samuel, are you ready? “ Eric asked as he turned to look at his brother who was sitting at his desk with his laptop open.
“Yes,” he replied as he began punching in numbers. “I know Attila wanted more time to assimilate, but if we have to pull the plug on Mississippi, we can certainly put it in motion, tonight.”
“Let’s see what he has to say,” Eric licked his fangs. “If his lies suck, maybe we’ll just run with it and tell Attila to hang on and enjoy the ride.”
Getting up, he went back into the family room where Sookie was now on the floor with Josiah and the dogs. Their little man was still sleeping and she was stroking his back as she lay with her head on Michael’s flank, reading a book.
“Lover,” he kneeled down next to her. “Russell is up in arms. I have to call him. Hopefully, I can do this over the phone and not in person.”
“We’ll be right here,” she grinned.
Giving her a kiss, then one to his son, with a heavy sigh he was up and moving.
“Fucking vampire shit,” he growled as he took out his phone and headed back to Samuel’s office. “I fucking hate fucking vampire shit. Russell, you piss me off and it will be the last thing you do…!”
Settling into a chair, he rolled his eyes at Samuel and punched in the number.
“Sheriff,” Russell’s voice was controlled but throbbed with anxiousness. “Tell me The Hun is not plotting a war.”
“No one,” Eric’s voice was calm and controlled, “in Louisiana is planning a war with you. Here again, I think highly enough of myself to think that The Hun would include me in on his war mongering. So far, he has not. He is still sorting through New Orleans and planning the fealty swearing ceremony.”
“Where is HRM Sophie-Anne?” he asked.
“True death,” Eric replied.
“At his hands?” Russell snarled.
“No,” Eric drove an imaginary stake through his heart as Samuel smothered a laugh. “Mine. She pissed me off and so I ended her.”
There was silence followed by, “Oh.” Followed by more silence.
When Eric did not follow on, Russell did.
“I desire to see you this dark. Are you busy?”
“Whoring and drinking,” came Eric’s casual reply.
“I can offer you those libations and bodies here,” Russell sounded a tad more relaxed. “We could make a night of it and we could discuss policies and politics and war mongering as long as you have not yet sworn fealty to The Hun. Come to the mansion in Mississippi and I will make it worth your time.”
Samuel was running his locator program and rolling his eyes, he shook his head no. “There it is,” Samuel mouthed and his fangs dropped. “He is not there. It is a trap.”
“I do not swear fealty to anyone,” was Eric’s clipped reply.
“I have heard that about you. All vampire, all the time. The original bad boy who hangs with bad boys.”
“Do you have a point?” Eric asked.
“I would so love your company Sheriff. My spies tell me that you have been spending time in New Orleans. All know of your favorite bar and brothel, Can You Can Can. I would hate for a fire to consume the building. Things get so desperate in the French Quarter. All those old lovely buildings with vampire nesting places burned to the water line.”
Eric looked cross-eyed at Samuel and made a jerking off motion with his hand.
“Majesty, that is bold talk for someone who not only had his house, but also his sleeping chamber violated. By the person you are threatening.”
“Oh now Eric,” there was laughter. “I may call you Eric? I have Weres right now at your club, ready to torch it and bring the true death to your child.”
“Do it,” Eric replied and hung up.
“You get any more ping-back from that cocksucker?” Eric snarled.
“Looks like he is in Dodge City, Kansas,” Samuel mumbled. “Really?” he said in disbelief as he ran the program again. “Yes,” he smiled at Eric. “Dodge City. Where they died with their boots on.”
“Why would they not?” Eric considered that and then moved on. “How close can you get me?” he asked as he stood up.
Samuel punched in more numbers. “He is at the highway junctions of 50 and 400, west of town. If we pull it up on the map, yes, there it is. All limestone, looks to house about twenty one rooms, comfortably. Nice view of the river and surrounded by trees.”
“I am done playing nice with this flaming ass hole,” Eric hissed. “I am outbound. I’ll see you in a bit. Call Attila and tell him if he wants Russell, he’d better get his ass in gear.”
Samuel grinned. “Attila can fly…?”
“Not a well publicized fact, but yes he can. It is the dragon blood in him.”
“Most excellent. You know where I keep the silver chains. I’ll call and get him there.”
“If they want war,” Russell laughed to himself as he stood out on the balcony, “let them bring it. I will let them drain their resources fighting my vampires and Weres. When The Hun walks into Mississippi, I will walk into New Orleans,” he mused out loud.
“Not likely,” Eric responded as the silver went around Russell’s neck and then his body. Crushing Russell’s voice box, Eric picked him up and flying upward, they landed on the roof. It was a lovely night. Attila had an hour to get his ass here. That was all Eric was waiting. Then this cocksucker was finally dead.
Eric could feel the air currents coming off an object moving exceedingly fast. “Incoming,” he smiled at Russell.
“The leading headlines tomorrow will be that Russell Edgington was siphoning money off his accounts to help fund highly illegal acts in Congress. Russell,” Eric directed his gaze at him, “you naughty boy.
So,” his attention was back on Attila as he landed, “HRM Mississippi has gone into hiding and will probably not be seen or heard from in the vampire community for decades.”
“Most excellent,” Attila smiled, somewhat toothfully at the king of Mississippi.
“Once more, have your fun and end him, please,” Eric said respectfully. “I don’t want this to come back around and bite me on the ass.”
“Myself as well,” The Hun nodded in agreement. “His regime will think he is in hiding. I will keep him alive for a couple of days but I have much bigger things to do now and cannot spend my time torturing this misbegotten son of a whore.
Two kingdoms,” Attila rolled his eyes. “How did I let you talk me into this?”
“It is my charm and dragon blood,” Eric laughed as they clasped each other on the back. “End him,” Eric repeated, his voice low and serious. “The government will be looking for him. You do not want them looking at you.”
“Understood,” The Hun nodded, “and thank you.”