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The Diplomatic Pouch Chapter 15—Day 11—Late Afternoon and Evening
“Okay,” she nodded in agreement, “this is me wanting to help stir the pot.”
“Tonight we are going out. And to do that, we first have to shop. So we are going downstairs. Clothes and jewelry. Somewhere along the way, there shall be some sexual tension. I am all for washing that pentagram off the roof along with some of that spell. Then we are going to see Marla. I have been thinking about this and I would like for Father Eddy to go with us. I think he needs to be back in the saint business. So with the new dark, that will be our first stop.”
“Okay,” she nodded. “So…” she took a step forward… “you just want to go ahead and get started on that sexual tension deal?” she asked. “I mean, that roof needs to be cleaned off and…and…” Staring back at her were eyes that were full of hunger and also trust. And desire…there was no mistaking the desire and it took her breath away!
Not saying a word, he picked up her hand and twirled her around the floor.
Pulling her up to him, her body swaying with his he whispered, “Dance with me,” as he leaned in and nuzzled her neck.
She knew he did something with his phone…or maybe that was King Eric moving around in his pants. But the music started. Come Fly With Me floated out into the room and Old Blue Eyes was singing while Eric led her around the room doing the Foxtrot.
“Get ready,” he smiled at her as Babalu started and the voice of Desi Arnaz put both of their bodies in motion! Sookie was not for sure, but she thought they were doing the Cha Cha. Eric’s hands were on her hips as they moved back and forth, his eyes staring into hers, trying to devour her, she thought! With each thrust forward that brought them together, their bodies got closer together until she felt herself begin to heat up! A flush from her head to her feet! Her breasts tingling and her vaginal muscles clinching every time their bodies touched!
When the song finished, he dipped her to the ground and held her there.
“If you were willing,” his voice husky with want, “you could ride me right here on the floor,” he said as he bent his body down. Lower and lower he came until his lips were right above hers.
Her lips were slightly parted as she slowly pulled in deep breaths…and fought for sanity!
Then the next song started and they were both upright.
Ronan Keating began If Tomorrow Never Comes. Eric picked her up so they were face to face and Sookie wrapped her legs around his waist.
Sookie laid her forehead against Eric’s. …*if tomorrow never comes… she heard and saw the tears in his eyes.
“You are more that just bones to be thrown away,” he said to her, his hands in her hair, on her face, his voice earnest. “I have lost so much and gained so little,” the soul wrenching sob lifted out of him. “I am so tired of being alone…” *‘cause I’ve lost loved ones in my life… Eric mouthed the words and his tears fell. “I don’t want to lose you also…that cannot be allowed to happen. I thought for sure I could find a way past this, but Sookie there is none. I am in this impossible situation and I have unwillingly brought you to your death,” he sobbed.
“Sh-h-h now,” she wiped the tears from his eyes. “Then we shall just do what good that we can,” she rubbed her nose against his. “That is all we can do. All anyone can do,” she said as she leaned in to kiss him.
When her lips engulfed his, he knew…he knew that he loved her! Would die trying to protect her! And that their time was very limited. Perhaps another twenty-four hours to forty-eight hours. Tonight he was attending the party at Whitehall and he was going as Eric Northman.
There was a loud crash of lightning close by followed by a vast roll of thunder that bounced around off the buildings and rumbled through the small canyon that was downtown Dallas. The rain began, beating against the roof.
She was still wrapped around him when they walked over to a set of French doors that took them out onto an enclosed patio.
They watched the storm rage cheek-to-cheek as their fingers lightly touched the other’s hand.
“Tonight I am going as Eric,” he said, watching the lightning streak across the sky.
“I know,” she nodded. “Berlin would kill all the Supes in there tonight with no regard to the humans. And I may not care about the people who pay for their services, but I do care about these women and men who have been wronged into working there.”
“I walk in that door and we will maybe…maybe have twenty-four hours before they call for me.”
“I know,” she turned and looked at him. “But what I saw today, this is madness! And I hope those Hunters do a good job of killin’ those warlocks at the gas station….as in not hurting anyone else.”
“Berlin wants to rule the world,” Eric sighed. “The New World has no idea of the lunacy or the anger they feel at having to share the ruling body at all. They believe that having a contingent in Baton Rouge is sheer folly. That we are a mental illness that is most offensive, needing to be yanked out from the collective.
I will do my best to see to it that you get to sleep in your lovely bedroom. But I can make no promises.”
“Then promise me this,” she said, turning his face to hers. “Promise me that if we survive this, you will not break my heart and just leave a pile of bones where I used to exist.”
“I love you Sookie,” he said, his heart in his eyes and in his voice.
Nodding her head, she smiled at him and she felt the tears slip from her eyes. “I love you Eric. With what time we have left, let us do the most good.”
“Yes,” he replied as she slid down his body. “And I am so sorry, but you are right, there is no off button. So we must prep. We are going shopping. That should take us to sundown. We will be in the car and driving to Marla’s when Father Eddy awakes.”
On the fifteenth floor of The Dallas House there was an elevator. The shaft ended there in a room that you had to have a security code and a retinal scan to get into and out of. There was another small room with the same type of security measures. Then a room of elevator machinery that Eric explained did not work anything therefore never broke down and there was no need for a service crew to come this way. They walked out of a room and down the hall and entered a suite. Walking through the suite they came to the private elevator and down they went.
While the storm chased people inside, Eric and Sookie only smiled at each other when a cloud-to-ground lightning strike shook the building and they wandered the shops downstairs.
“That is how much I want you,” he whispered to her at one point while she was trying on shoes. “My want for you rattles my bones.”
Smiling at him, she ran her hand through his hair and pulling him over, gave him a kiss… with just a little tongue. “No matter what my brain says, my body shivers in delight when I think about you and I want to scream in frustration that I can look but not touch.”
Pulling back from her, his smile competed with the lightning! It lit up the room!
“We want the opals and pearls,” he said to a wait staff. “No need to wrap them, she will wear them. Along with the black dress and the black cape. She will change here.”
“Yes sir, of course,” they replied as he took Sookie’s hand, stood up and escorted her to the dressing room.
“It is my honor to be your lady’s maid tonight,” he said as he leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. “Please, allow me to help you with your shirt,” his hands roamed down past her breasts to her waistband as he unzipped her pants.
Kneading her stomach, he pushed her pants down and he could feel her heat and wetness! The smell was divine!
“Now is not the time,” he whispered, he thought maybe to himself, but maybe not.
“Yes, I know,” she sighed, “no off switch…,” she sighed as he helped her dress.
Eric led her a different way through the garage and back to the room. “Sun is getting ready to set in about forty minutes. We want to be at Marla’s. Samuel assures me she is waiting to see us.”
“That’s great,” she smiled. “Should I call her?”
“You can. This just popped up on my phone. The two male bodies in the crucified truck in the creed have been identified and their names released. This should cause a stir.”
“Is that a good stir?” she asked.
Eric made a face. “Supernaturals, for all our posturing, we do not like change. The status quo should continue on as it always has. The fact that these two are dead…it could raise some eyebrows. Or maybe not. It depends on who is reading the stats.”
Nodding, Sookie called and Marla picked up immediately. “Sookie, is that really you?”
“Yes,” she smiled at the phone. “It is me. I know you have been talking to Samuel.”
“Yes,” she replied. “I am so glad you called. You know, I wanted to believe what he said. Is Durand really dead?”
“Yes. And Merlotte as well. I had no idea Sam was running this scheme. Since he is a Supernatural, I turned him in to a friend of mine in Baton Rouge. He set all this up to help you out.”
“Sookie…” and the tears started.
“I know,” she whispered. “Sam approached me about the same deal. How I would not be able to find a job. About how he would spread rumors about me so no one would help me. I know. And I am on my way over. We have a saint that is travelin’ with us. He is gonna’ say a blessin’ over you and Miss Sadie. I am expectin’ a miracle, tonight. You just believe that as well.”
Sookie could hear the wails of grief coming over the phone. “We’ll be there,” she said. “We are on our way. You are not to worry about a thing, ever again.”
Hanging up the phone she looked at Eric. “Whatever it takes,” was all she said. He nodded in agreement.
“You two comin’ with us?” she addressed Lafayette and O.I.
“Yes ma’am,” Lafayette said. “I have not held me some sweet baby flesh in a bit and a bit. Lookin’ forward to little girly clean smell.”
“Well all right then,” she smiled at them, “give us about ten minutes. I think we have had enough rain for now. I see another big storm building up later.”
Sookie took Eric by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Pulling up her dress and pulling down her panties, she once more wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. “No sex,” she whispered to him as she slid down his body and positioned herself on top of his throbbing member. She could feel it! King Eric was reaching for her as his head slid up and down her center folds.
“Vamp speed,” she whimpered.
With a groan, he complied and within seconds, both of there were there! With a growl Eric pushed forward, her folds wet and slippery and oh so inviting! He could go again! They should go again! He wanted to impale himself so deep inside of her that he would never be able to withdraw!
Screaming, she shuddered and collapsed. Eric licked her neck while he opened a vein in his. Together they latched on and he came again before she had finished the third pull.
A long low, “Um-m-m-m-m-m,” pushed up from her diaphragm. Healing her wounds, he raised his lips to her. “Kiss me like you mean it,” he said as she wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his face to hers! The assault on his not only his lips, but on his face as well begun! There was not anywhere on his face and neck he did not feel her tongue and her teeth! When her lips were back on his mouth, her tongue battled his until with another grunt, he came and he could feel her insides treble as well!
Kissing her gently on the lips he walked them into the bathroom. “I’ll clean you off,” he said as he nuzzled her ear.
“No need,” her hands were once more in his hair. “I am proud to smell like you.”
Eric grinned at her and then chuckled. “No,” he smiled at her. “Tonight you are going to sit on the other side of the street while I sit under the awning in front of Whitehall. You are not sitting with me Sookie. Please,” he shook his head, “please let us not argue about this. I need to know that you are out of harm’s way while I bullshit my way into history. When it is time to move to the roof, Father Eddy will provide your transportation and keep us within eyesight.”
Nodding her head, she said, “I am resigned to it. I shall sit safely tucked away.”
“Thank you,” he said kissing her lightly and wishing there was a fucking off switch! Wash and we need to go. I would love to lick that off of you but I cannot let the world go to hell on my watch.”
Lafayette and O.I. were closely regarding the two as they came out of the bedroom. “Storm has stopped,” O.I. observed.
“For the moment,” Eric replied. “Another one is going to roll through later this evening. It is time to go. Father Eddy is going to be rising. Lafayette, if you would be so kind to drive tonight, I am going to sit in the back seat with Sookie and fire off text messages.”
They gracefully fluttered down the shaft. Eric walked over and opened the trunk of the car.
“You hungry,” Lafayette asked the vampire that was stirring in the back.
“Miss Fortenberry let me feed from her before I left,” he responded.
“She is a real lady, his La La fineness says. However, do you want to top off? Now would be the time. Mr. Eric says it is gonna be a busy evenin’,” Lafayette smiled.
Father Eddy looked from Lafayette to Eric who was dressed in a very nice three-piece suit. “Really, you are going as Eric?”
“Yes,” the tall blond nodded. “As Eric.”
Sitting up and then getting out of the trunk, the small priest bowed his head. “Thank you for offering Lafayette. A little blood would be most helpful.”
Lafayette extended his wrist and the priest said a blessing over Lafayette and then bit. Healing the wounds, he smiled at this male who had a position of authority in the Baton Rouge hierarchy but certainly appeared and tasted to be all human. “Thank you. I take it things have changed a bit since I was sleeping, today.”
“Father Eddy, do you have your holy water and oil and other things for saying blessings?” Sookie asked as they got in the car.
“Yes,” he replied as he got into the front seat. “I keep small vials in my pockets.”
“I talked with Marla, today. She is in a bad way, needs blessin’ and maybe confession. And her baby girl, she needs a miracle,” Sookie said touching his shoulder.
“Miss Sookie,” he was very serious, “miracles are no longer my preview. I am a vampire.”
“Yes and…” she said as the car began to lower.
“God is not going to use me to heal this child…” and then he was shaking his head as he understood what she meant. “No…” he began.
“No…!” she sputtered. “How do you know that the reason you were turned vampire was for you to give this child a drop of your blood? Marla is hurting and feeling abandoned. She has no one to speak to about this. She needs someone to tell her that God still loves her. I told her today to walk in faith because a miracle was coming her way. Now, you were credited with doing miracles and that got you to sainthood.”
“Miss Sookie,” his voice was very gently, “I was just a man doing God’s work.”
“Good,” she nodded, “you be that same man tonight.”
Things went as planned. They arrived a at fairly nondescript apartment complex. Nothing fancy, nothing rundown, either. It was clean and quiet and there were neighbors sitting out on their patios, enjoying the clean, cool, evening air and grilling.
When they knocked at her door, Sookie heard the chain being lifted off and then she was wrapped in a hug, with Sadie sandwiched in-between them.
“I was just feeding her dinner,” Marla smiled as she invited them inside. “Sorry about the applesauce on you,” and the tears started again.
“Mommy crying,” a little tiny hand patted her face as Sadie gave her a kiss and then hugged her neck.
Marla smiled at her daughter, giving her a big kiss and another hug, and then kissed her on the nose.
“Pardon my manners,” she said wiping her eyes. “Come on in and sit down. Pardon the mess. But I am setting up for her next breathing treatment. There is something that she is allergic, too. See that rash starting to break out on the inside of her arms, that’s a sign that she is going to need a breathing treatment. The doc said that should not be a precursor, but she agrees with me that it has happened enough times that obviously it is. Excuse me while I put a little steroid cream there. It helps her with the itching.”
“No need to apologize to us,” Lafayette said stepping up. “You take care of that baby. I am Lafayette. That is Eric and standing tall and looking like an angel high on grace is Father Eddy. And my little man, he would sure enough like to meet that baby girl.”
O.I. unfurled from around Lafayette’s neck. There was a gasp from Marla and a squeal of delight from Sadie as she reached for him!
O.I. was fluttering eye-to-eye with Sadie.
“Oh-h-h-h pretty,” kept being repeated as the little girl reached for him and he perched on her shoulder and his long neck stretched around and he smiled at her.
“You happy with your allergy doc for her?” Sookie asked as she found the cream on the table and screwing off the cap handed it to her.
“I think so,” she nodded. “She understands that I am very observant when it comes to my baby and she listens when I tell her things. Dr. Martin says she is a chemist at heart, that she stated out there, and she breaks things down for me as far as the meds go. Which one is the best for what is floating around in the air at the time.”
“Good,” Sookie said tickling Sadie’s bare feet. “I brought Father Eddy,” Sookie blew a fluffy on the bottom of her right foot. “He’s a priest. Specializes in blessin’ babies. I told him tonight I am prayin’ for a miracle.”
“Thank you,” she squeezed Sookie’s hand. “Here, you all sit on the couch. Sadie and I will just sit here on the floor.” There was a gasp from her as she crossed her legs and began to sit down.
“What happened to you?” Sookie asked.
She started to cry and Sookie sat down next to her and held her while she sobbed. “I thought he was going to break my leg,” was all she could get out.
“Was he a Supernatural?” Sookie asked, stroking her hair.
“I…” she hesitated, confusion on her face. “We don’t have Supernatural clients.”
“A blessing for the momma as well,” Father Eddy said as he kneeled down in front of her and taking both of her hands, began a prayer for the sick.
Sookie held Eric’s and Lafayette’s hands as she watched the three on the floor. The woman in desperate need of healing just as much as her daughter! When Eddy took out the plate and the chalice, Marla began shaking her head no.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I can’t,” she said her eyes pleading.
“Child,” Eddy the priest raised her hand and kissed it. “The Holy Mother did not think she was worthy in the eyes of God, either. God knows what lives in your heart and what motivates your actions. Lafayette, may I have your phone, please,” he asked. “I would like to show her Merlotte and Durand.”
“What?” she said drawing back, wrapping her arms tighter around Sadie.
“Momma,” O.I. wiggled his snout at the little girl and then brought up his paws and began playing peek-a-boo. “Gots this. Miss Sadie and I are right here and it is all goods.”
Putting Sadie on the floor between her legs, she took the phone. “Oh my gawd…” she said as she scrolled through the photos. “And they are in there? It looks like that truck has been crucified!”
“Yes, it does,” the priest nodded in agreement. “That was the punishment that awaited the worst of Rome’s criminals.”
“Their heads are missin’,” Sookie added. “And here you sit with a priest blessin’ you and your baby girl. Now, if I was a bettin’ person, I would say God has decided who had the pure heart and who did not. So take communion and the blessin’s and all the good things that are comin’ on into your life.
Now, you talked to Samuel, today. He is a good and kind person. Just as nice and helpful as they come. You listen to him and things will be just fine.”
“Okay,” she wiped away the tears. There were more tears as she nodded to the priest and he began his prayer for love and forgiveness. Then the holy anointing, then his rites for communion.
“This is the blood of Christ,” he said raising the chalice. He passed it to Marla and then to Sadie as he marked each forehead with oil with the sign of the cross as the mother drank and then her daughter.
Eric smiled. He could hear Sadie’s lungs. The crackle was gone. Eddy’s blood was about 2,000 years old. Instant healing.
“Daughter of God,” Eddy smiled at her. “Would you like confession?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
O.I. looked up from playing paddy-cake. “I’ll stay here with her royal cuteness. We’ll play while momma and priest Eddy talk.”
“Thanks,” Sookie smiled at him.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” Eddy smiled at them. “O.I. will be my escort.”
“Excellent,” Sookie smiled at her. “You take care of her and yourself as well.”
For the first time tonight, Sookie saw a smile that reminded her of the Marla that she had worked with. “We will show our selves out,” she kissed her on the forehead and hugged her again.
Walking out to the car, Eric was quiet.
“What’s up,” Sookie asked him.
“Slight change of plans,” Eric said as he took out his phone. “Going to need everyone tonight. Bring stakes was all his text messages said. “We are not going to allow Berlin to dump their corruption. But at the same time, I see nothing wrong with doing a little house cleaning while we are there.”
“Oh,” Sookie said.
Eric grinned. “Been a while since we have taken out so many of our own.”
“What…?” Sookie asked, “did I miss?”
“She is feeding vampires, either by vein to mouth or with an I.V. for bagged blood. And has been glamoured. Marla is several pints low and her veins are about to collapse which would end in death for her. Eddy knows it as well. I saw him checking the veins in her hands and wrists and feet. That is why he did not hesitate to share his blood with them.
O.I. was also observing and I thought he was going to bust a gut to keep from laughing when she said they did not service Supernaturals. Of course they do. Her blood loss says as much.”
“But they are all good now,” she stressed.
“All good,” Eric grinned as he opened the car door for her. “But before the evening is over, there are going to be several that are going to be not good at all. I hope their wills are in order because their time is up.
Sookie,” he picked up her hand and kissed it. “I must do this…”
“Sh-h-h, I know,” her voice was quiet and sincere. “I know. The waiting is always the worst part. Set it in motion,” she smiled at him and leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I have your back. But you know, I have short, squatty legs…” she smiled. “So I only come up to about oh-h-h, just below the middle of your back. But from there on down, I have you covered.”
“And what a covering it is,” he smiled at her as he helped her into the car.
“First stop, the rooftop. Samuel is going to meet us there. Lafayette, you shall sit at the charming café across the street and save us a table that looks out onto the covered patio at the hotel for when we appear there later.
Sookie and I shall go on and be meeting our friends at the penthouse. There she can relax and use the facilities when needed. Vampires will not be showing up until later. Lafayette, I believe you said ten was the magic hour for the Supes to be in attendance.”
“That is correct,” he nodded as he got in and started the car. “Busin’ them in.”
“Excellent, gives us a time-table to work with. Now, get us within a few blocks and we shall be departing with Father Eddy’s magic elixir. Pamela is right now tinkering with security cameras we might encounter along the way. It is going to be a very good evening.”
When they landed on the roof, Samuel was there to greet them. “Shalom my brother,” he said as he embraced Eric and then Sookie. “And welcome to a den of inequity that rivals Sodom and Gomorrah. The stench up here is horrible and I can see the rain did a very nice job of cleaning off the rooftop. But, we always err on the side of caution. And just because I could, I called my favorite deli in New York and Saul & Miriam, who by the way, Eric, send you their regards, sent me ten pounds of their kosher salt. I have already sprinkled these favored pieces of the earth here and there.”
“So that is the crunching beneath my feet,” Eric grinned. “Takes me back to our tomb raiding days.”
“Indeed,” Samuel said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “I am sorry you missed the screeching of who and or what was left on the roof as I sprinkled it around. Reminded me of the priests we doused when we emptied King Tut’s tomb. Most satisfying! Do you hear that silence?” he said shaking his index finger. “That is our God at work.
Also, I have also been listening to this copper pipe. Somewhere in its depths, there is something that is alive. I can hear it churning and bubbling around. Is Father Eddy going to be in attendance with us on the roof?” he asked.
“No,” Eric shook his head. “He is busy listening to confession. So from you please, a blessing.”
“Oh,” Samuel smiled, “to be so blessed,” as he raised his arms heavenward and talked to the God of his fathers.
When he had finished, Eric said. “Vamp speed. If you would my brother, remove the cap, I will pour in the liquid. And together we shall blow the magic elixir down into whatever hell they have this housed in and end their days.”
“Most excellent,” Samuel smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Whenever you are ready.”
“Samuel lives for this,” Eric directed at her as Samuel nodded his head and grinned. “Any chance he has to showcase his God, he is there. And Saul and Miriam have been partnering with him for a long time.”
“Their kosher salt is just the best,” Samuel added as he and Eric moved into position.
Sookie was more than a little fascinated. Either these two were the most foolhardy individuals on the planet, or they had done this before…as in multiple times. They appeared to be somewhat gleeful as they counted down to either success or unleashing on the populace a whole new evil threat and terror!
Samuel had the top off Eric poured the bottle and pop! The boys leaned down, blew a hurricane strength wind into the pipe and right back on went the cap snugged into place with the extra vampire strength of Samuel Da’vid.
“Oh,” Eric grinned as he motioned to Sookie to join them. “Do you hear that knocking around in there?”
“Yes,” she raised a worried eyebrow, “I…I do.”
“That is evil gasping out its last,” Samuel smiled and took a bow.
“Excellent,” Eric bowed to his brother. “Now, more pleasant things. We have an hour or so before vampires rise. Let us to home and prepare for the rest of the evening.”
Eric called Lafayette and he picked them up a mile away from Whitehall.
“Pam says the security cameras on this street are still out and we are free to proceed.”
“Where are we headed?” Lafayette asked.
“Suburbs,” Eric replied as they got in. “Take I 45 South. I’ll tell you where to get off. We are going to change cars along the way. I will let you know.”
Sookie thought she knew what money was. She was beginning to realize that she had not one clue. This garage that they were now in also housed different modes of transportation. The money-armored truck caught her eyes, looming in a dark corner.
But what they were headed toward cost perhaps just as much as the silent giant in the back of the room. The Jaguar XJR Sport. Its gloss black finish caused the auto to blend into the darkened room. Must be hell to see in the night, she thought.
“Yes, close to invisible,” Eric commented as they approached the car in the garage. “I’ll drive. From here on out, it is biometrics identification.”
Lafayette watched as Eric unlocked the car. “It knows you as Eric Northman.”
“That is correct,” he nodded as he opened the door for Sookie. “Time to go to the bat cave,” he grinned.
“Oh,” Samuel smiled. “Good one. I finally watched Bat Man. I get your references now.”
Eric arched an eyebrow at his brother. “Bat Man…Hollywood did a decent job.”
“Honestly, I prefer the old silent movies,” Samuel replied. “I loved the organ playing in the background. The human organist reacting to what is being shown on the screen as they play and react with the crowd. Just the best.”
Eric sighed and got in. “Well, yes…not much of that going on these days,” he said and then gave the command. “Engage the engine.”
The car started and they left with a local radio station playing classical music.
Sookie was taking in the sights.
“Really?” she asked as they slowed down and Eric put on the blinker. “We are goin’ in there? Vetted Estates? This is where the untold wealth of Dallas lives,” she commented, staring out the window, trying to see. “They had it in Texas Monthly. Someone left their copy and we all passed it around.
You all have your own security and everythin’. As in security,” she said. “Presidents and visiting foreign dignitaries stay here.”
“Myself as well,” Eric said as he drove up to the guard and was passed through. “Secret Service agents do not retire and fade away. They come to work, here.”
“Well okay then,” she nodded. “I guess I don’t have to worry about being attacked…”
“Well, chances are good,” Eric grinned. “These folks that are my neighbors are not the best in the world. There is always someone looking for them. And if they knew where to look, they would find them here. I heard a fire fight one night. Automatic weapons engaged and a couple of small explosions.”
“Oh,” Samuel nodded. “Is that the night they got the dictator Jones-on-Jones?”
“That would be the one,” Eric nodded. “He did not go peacefully into that good night. They cut his head off before he could be extradited from the housing area.”
“What?” Sookie said. “I heard about that. He was given over to his country to stand trials for human rights violations. That was in the news for months.”
“Beheaded,” Eric chuckled, “that night. He left here in two pieces.”
“Okay,” she nodded. “Good to know. Mainstream media has been…can I call it tainted?” she asked.
“Indeed you can,” Samuel responded. “Vampires have been working that venue since the invention of the printing press. Well, actually, it started with the town criers. Radio was also our baby. And the songs you hear play, they are all in a planned order. That is how we speak to each other.”
“You mean, when I call in and request a song…?” her voice trailed off.
“There is time budgeted for that. When the first call-in happens, it will be followed by three more than a commercial, then two more, then a public service announcement and then two more. And perhaps they have actually been called in or maybe not. Twenty minutes are budgeted for the requests. Sometimes you hear that dead space and everyone goes…oh-h-h-h no, money being wasted. Fire the producer. Not really,” Samuel said. “It is all vampire speak on a pitch and frequency that you cannot hear.
And you had better believe we had television all sewn up before it was even finished being invented. Vampires love technology Miss Sookie,” Samuel said and Eric nodded in agreement. “We invest heavily in it. Just wait until you see what we roll out next!”
“Really?” she eyed Samuel.
“Will make the **Star Ship Enterprise look like a child’s toy.”
“Holy crap!” she sputtered.
“Technology,” Eric said as the driveway gate opened and they pulled into a drive that led up to a Parisian looking palace. “Vampires believe in it.”
“Looks like a fortress,” she said watching the lights come on as the car followed the curve around to the front of the house.
“That is because it is,” Eric replied as they got out and Eric opened the front door. “Sadly, a change of plan. Samuel gear up. Miss Sookie we must be gone to Speck Creek. In the ripple of the vampire universe, something is not right.”
“You got that from the radio?” she asked. “Just now?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Hunters have gone missing,” he said as they moved inside.
“What? But…but we did not do that did we?”
“No,” Eric replied. “We did not. And I do not know which Hunters it was. But security will be heightened.”
“But vampires are not what is driving Berlin…right?” she looked from Eric to Samuel. “That is some demigod thing that likes butcher knives and drinking your blood out of your skull…”
They both shrugged.
“They have my maker so there is perhaps one vampire helping to drive this,” was all Eric said. “Let us be gone and get this done.
Lafayette, you shall be fine here until O.I. returns. He will follow your scent and bring Priest Eddy with him.
Do you wish to stay inside a safe room?” Eric asked.
“No,” Lafayette replied. “I feel safe enough all neatly tucked away in this society’s vampire secure lair that probably has enough armament to take on WWIII . I’ll just settle in the library and wait for my little mans to show up. I knows you has a book palace. Which way?”
Eric bowed his head to him. “It is down that hall and to the left. The inlaid double doors will get you there.
We three are going to walk back to the front gate, just safer that way so that you are not mistaken for a missile. ”
Sookie was piggy-back on Eric and Samuel walked beside him in the chill of the autumn night. Once outside the gates, Eric shot up into the air and moving west, they were out of the Dallas skyline and out into the country.
The town of Speck Creek had gone to bed. Big city folks laughed about small towns in the middle of nowhere, rolling up their sidewalks after the sun went down.
All predators knew that was built into the DNA and small communities still listened to what their ancient ancestors had hammered into the gene pool. Bad things happened at night and you kept safe by staying home.
They could see the lights from the distance for the gas station. It was the only beacon in the night. And not much light streamed from it, but in the darkness, it could not be missed. The storm that had hit Dallas earlier was pushing its way here.
“They have a few security cameras,” Eric said as they hovered above the station. “One on each corner. We fuck with those and someone will be suspicious. The wiring looks to be just everyday human normal, nothing special. We need a lightning storm. A couple of well placed hits and the power grid should go down. That lightning rod on top of the building is the tallest metal out here.”
“I concur,” Samuel replied, looking over Eric’s shoulder. “So how do we call the storm?”
“That is doable. But we need to be out of the air and under some sort of shelter.”
“How about the reenactment village?” Sookie asked. “They should be closed for the night.”
“Excellent. We’ll find someplace.”
“Or,” Sookie said as they came in closer to the ground. “How about that bus shelter?”
“Oh,” both vampires replied and Eric brought them down to the dry, parched earth of Northern Central Texas.
“If you will just give us a couple of seconds,” Sookie smiled at Samuel. “And just turn your back. And maybe close your ears.”
Complying, Samuel was vamp speed out and did just that.
Sookie pulled up her skirt and pushed her fingers past her panties into her vagina. Eric watched in wonderment as she drew them out and then placed them in his mouth.
His eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he pulled Sookie to him and then impaled her on him through his slacks!
“Liked that did you?” she grinned at him as his mouth was everywhere and she ground onto him.
Cloud to ground lightning started in quick succession! Pushing back from each other, his fangs were down as he called out,
“Samuel,” and his brother appeared under the small wooden framed building with them.
“The sexual tension between us brings the storm,” was all Eric said as his eyes tracked every move Sookie made, the predator in him wanting to rage with the storm while she held him in her arms!!
They all smelled the ozone and then felt the earth shake when the lightning hit the rod on top of the station. There was another strike there, then another and the power shut off, the whine of the air conditioner grinding to a halt as all the lights went out.
“So,” Samuel eyed the two, “you do what to get this to stop?”
“Turn your back,” Sookie smiled at him. “And close your ears. And please, do not ever mention this to me.”
Sookie put her fingers back in Eric’s mouth and with a strangled war cry, he pulled her to him! King Eric was screaming to get out! “Like that do you?” she whispered in his ear. “You want to do that to me? Lick me clean? I want you to it,” she gasped as she ground against him! Her body desperate for air and completion!
Eric had the visual of his mouth on her sex! His tongue inside of her while she wiggled against him! With the next lightning bolt, Eric bit and opened his neck. As they drank, the storm subsided, the fury pushing off into the distance. Righting their clothes, Eric kissed her and then tapped Samuel on the shoulder.
“Now,” was all Eric said as he grabbed the two and they were vamp speed to the back of the building. “Say the prayer,” he nodded to his brother.
Samuel lifted his arms and sang.
When he finished, “One, two, three,” Samuel said, as they shot over to the copper fitting. Samuel opened it, Eric dumped in his bottle. Both of them blew as hard as they could and then Samuel tightened it back down.
“Time to go,” he said with pride as he grabbed Sookie and vamp speed they were far enough away they could not be spotted. “I’ll plot a route around the storm,” Eric stated as they all repositioned themselves on Eric. “Home, change, and then back into town.”
“No off switch,” Sookie sighed as she put her arms around Eric’s neck. Giving her a quick kiss and with Samuel securely on his back, checking his surroundings for intruders, they were gone as the pelting rain and damaging hail came pouring down.
When they landed, they were back at the main gate. Punching in his code while the machine scanned him, it opened and they walked in. “No flying in,” Eric said to Sookie. “They monitor that. You come screaming in, that is taken as not being a friendly. We shall just stroll along like the good citizens that we are.”
Eric walked the distance to his home with Sookie on his back and Samuel at his side. Opening his own gate, they walked to the front door where O.I., Lafayette and Father Eddy sat waiting for them. Eric grinned as he heard the ruckus coming from the back of the house.
“Incredibly,” Sookie took a personal inventory as they approached the lights on the front of the house. “I am still dry.”
“Good job dodging the raindrops my brother,” Samuel smiled at him.
“Thank you,” he bowed his head. “I believe the hour is still early, not yet ten. Most excellent.”
“No off button,” Sookie arched an eyebrow at him. “And I need to pee. And get some food.”
“Can do,” Eric smiled. “This way. O.I.,” he directed his attention at the small dragon, “I thank you for finding your way here and for bringing the good father with you. Lafayette, as always, good to see you two together again.“
“How is it going?” Father Eddy inquired.
“We are just back from Speck Creek. The deed is done. Sorry Father, but we could not wait on you. Things are afoot on the vampire home front. Two Hunters have been killed. We do not know which ones but things are tightening down on the vampire side of the house. Which feeds off to other Supernaturals. Just wanted to get this done…just in case…
We have also accomplished the deed on top of Whitehall.”
“Most good,” the priest nodded.
“If I might introduce you to my brother, Samuel Da’vid. Samuel, this is St. Patrick.”
There was noise coming from the back of the house. Perhaps out by the pool. Ian, Cedric and the always loveable, noncontroversial and always politically correct Pamela were having a go. Eric laughed to himself! Who said he did not have a sense of humor?
The threesome were practicing throwing stakes. Eric recognized the flat squish sound as they showed-off their proficiency at not only stake throwing, but it sounded like they were throwing them at high speeds. He was sure they were practicing on life-like dummies made of ballistic gel and pigs bones. He knew Ian and Cedric well enough to not let her pull into practice a couple of vampires by the name of Benny and Lenny that she had a long-standing feud with.
Harkening back to Paris, he shook his head. The lions’ cage circus wagon had been stacked full of vampires that Pamela had bound with silver as she drove wildly through the streets of Paris, her whip whistling in the air to make the horses go faster as she yelled over her shoulder to her captive audience to sing louder.
Pamela did not lack for enthusiasm but sometimes he just wished she would be discreet in her methods. Still today, someone would think they saw a glimpse of a lion in one of Paris’s many parks. He did not doubt that.
“The Child is here, along with Ian and Cedric,” Eric said to Sookie. “Come Father Eddy, let me introduce you to the rest of the cast of characters.”
There was indeed several ballistic gel “bodies” placed about. In the trees, under water, relaxing in chairs, cooking on the grill, which Eric thought was a little odd, but this was Pamela.
Pam was keeping score. Ian had just put a stake through the center of multiple stakes that had all been hit dead center. Apparently he was now ahead by four and got to have a chance at the “bodies” at the bottom of the pool that looked oddly like Benny and Lenny. “Oh Were shit!” he said much louder than he intended.
“Eric!” was shouted as his friends all came over to see him.
“My maker!” Pam was gleeful as she vamped over to see him. “You are in time to see Ian…”
“No,” he said shaking his head. “And I mean it, no. Why are those two in the bottom of my pool?” he asked.
“Well,” Pam began earnestly, “it was like this. I swear,” she nodded and Ian and Cedric nodded right along with her.
“Well, I was in L.A. at a party, minding my own business when these cocksuckers show up looking for a real party.
And those two at the bottom of the pool,” she said in all innocence, said Let’s go to Vegas! We own the casino No Limits and there is a never-ending supply of showgirls.” Her voice was very earnest. “Everyone knows that showgirls are a weakness of mine and I had been denying myself for the longest time…to be right there in L.A. and yet so far away from The Strip…” and she looked very sad and forlorn.
Eric looked at her and gave her a come on motion with his hands.
“Well, I was all for that so vamp speed we were there and partying and Lenny said, and I quote: Pamela, Berlin is looking for you. We are going to turn you in unless you do both of us at the same time then take us to your maker.”
Wiggling her eyebrows she continued on. “Well, I granted them one wish.”
Eric walked down to the deep end of the pool and shook his head at them. “You two are just dumber than Were shit,” he chuckled. “I thought everyone knew that Vegas is her lair. Nothing goes on there that Pamela does not know about.
Can you back me up on this?” he said to the boys and they all responded with “Yes, Eric! Hell yes! Pam and Vegas. You can’t have one without the other or it would be the end of the world as we know it!”
The two vampires at the bottom of the pool were pleading for mercy!
“It is not my fault,” they all heard Lenny yell, “that I am dumber than Were shit! This was all Benny’s idea and does she really own Vegas?” he asked, looking at Pamela and giving her his best come on and do me look.
“Does…does…” Ian stepped up. “Does this mean I don’t get to show my underwater expertise at…”
Eric sadly shook his head. “No,” he replied. “Child, come and do the meet and greet. Then haul them out and do not end them on the lawn,” he stressed, “send them to their true death someplace that can be hosed down. We have much to do tonight.”
Eric patted Ian on the cheek and glared at Pamela. “I wanted to be at Whitehall by ten. Chances are good we are not going to make it. So hurry this along.”
“May I please save them until later?” she asked sweetly.
“No. Move your ass and make this happen or I am leaving you here.”
“Certainly,” she became all business. “In ten, nine, eight…”
Introductions were made and small talk was pleasantly exchanged. “Father Eddy,” Eric said, “I know how much you would like to talk to Samuel, perhaps it can wait until we come back.
Now,” he stood up and announced, “if you wish to go with me to Whitehall, gear up. It is Supernatural night and we have all been invited.”
“Really?” Cedric asked.
“No,” Ian replied. “The Viking just made his joke for the year.”
“Oh, most good me boy’o,” Cedric saluted Eric. “Let me slip into me tux. I’ll be back in ten-nine-eight….”
Pamela kept staring at Eric. “You cannot be serious! You are going as Eric?”
“Child,” he said adjusting his cufflinks. “Tonight Berlin thinks to take out the New World’s Supernatural ruling body.
And in answer to that….no,” he said, his gaze now riveted on her. “I forbid it.
We are going to end this before the zombie apocalypse happens. They are not going to juice those in a graveyard and turn them loose on the world. Berlin is not going to rule the world.
And no, I don’t care if it is only zombies left roaming the streets and that is all Berlin has to rule. No. I forbid it.
Now, take who ever you will with you but I need that seat reserved that is outside across the street at the café. Sookie needs to sit there. I am also going to need the seat either outside at a table or inside, at the table in front of the window.”
“They will think you have lost all good tactical sense,” she glared at him.
“They are going to be thinking more than that when they see me drinking a bottle of tequila. Now, Lafayette will be sitting with Sookie. Take the lads with you and put all this in motion.”
“Air kiss,” she said as she stood up and was gone.
“Father Eddy, I thank you for seeing to Sookie,” he said.
“My pleasure to guard Miss Sookie,” he responded.
Eric smiled at the man. “I can see why your god allowed you to be turned vampire. To be here at this moment…we could not do this without you. Thank you,” Eric said from his heart.
Father Eddy wiped at the tears and whispered, “Thank you.”
Both vampires smiled at each other.
“The car is out front. Let’s go. It should all be set up and waiting for us when we arrive.”
Whitehall Street was festive. There were fire pits and warmers up and down the avenue. Sookie, Father Eddy, and Lafayette were seated at the table that Ian and Cedric had just left vacant.
Sookie was snuggled into her cape as she watched Eric sitting at an outside table across the street. Pamela had just gone inside. The noise was building as she opened the door and then closed it.
The bottle of Gator’s Finest had just been delivered with a couple of shot glasses. Looked like Eric was ready to entertain and hold court.
It was ten-thirty and the Supernaturals of Baton Rouge were beginning to drift in. There were a lot of double takes as they walked past Northman and then came back by to say hello and pull up a chair and sit down for a few minutes to chat.
More shot glasses were brought out and another bottle as folks paused for a few minutes to say exchange greetings while someone else stood at a distance taking video on their phone. Whoever this shifter was, he was good, but was that Northman, fuck no! Eric was most capable of the pulling the coolest make-bielieve in the universe. And the King of the Bullshitters could do a lot of things but drink tequila was not one of them!
“Well look who it is, Perry Bradford,” Eric remarked as a very handsome man pulled out a vacant chair and sat down.
“Who?” Curtis Laymor, one of the court recorders in Baton Rouge asked as he poured himself another shot, downed it and then stood to leave.
“Pernell Louis Bradford the XVI,” Eric grinned. “The viscount of something or another. One of those made up titles given to him by Berlin.”
Curtis eyed the two, bowed, then turned and ran for the door.
“Lord Negotiator,” the Viscount replied with mock disdain. “If you are indeed Northman,” he raised an eyebrow at him, “then you know better to speak to your betters is such a critical tone of voice.”
Eric started laughing. “Curtis, be careful inside,” he said as he gave him a two-fingered salute as he opened the door. Laymor bowed and then stepped in.
“I was told Pamela was here,” Perry began with a smirk. “And perhaps I have been missing her. It just stood to good reason that her maker could not be far behind. And yet, you look like Eric, sound like Eric even somewhat smell like Eric. And I can see that you are not wearing a throat condom so therefore you are not Northman. You have spoiled his perfect ruse by drinking and we all know he has been bound to a female that must remain within five feet of him. When he finds out just how severely you have not been Eric, your days are numbered.
But I can appreciate how it gives him time to be someplace else doing all types of mischief.
Perhaps,” he continued on, “I should just do Northman a favor and end you now.”
“Percy, even on my very best of days I do not like you,” Eric smiled. “That being said, for some reason, Pamela does.” Shrugging he continued on. “Were you invited or did you just go looking for Pamela?”
“Oh, I was invited. I am, in fact, hosting.”
Eric sadly shook his head and leaning in asked. “Now I have to ask, whom did you piss off in Berlin?”
“What?” he stammered.
“You are the host for tonight?” Eric was chuckling. “You must be in some deep Were shit because Berlin plans on taking out the New World’s contingent tonight.”
“What?” he hissed.
“M-m,” Eric nodded, as he poured himself another shot.
“So, you are what? Here waiting for it to happen?” he glared at Eric. “Your shit does stink,” he chuckled.
“Well,” The Viking stretched out his legs and sat up a little straighter. “Part of the threat has been neutralized. I cannot speak if they have a backup plan B in case plan A fails. So, I am here, waiting to see what happens. If there is madness and mayhem, I just might be at the center of it,” Eric wiggled his eyebrows. “I do so love a good brawl!
I am however curious. When were you tapped for this gig? Weeks ago or are you filling in for someone?”
“A couple of weeks ago. I was asked to host tonight. You know, sex, drugs, rock’n’roll. I was told I could have and do whatever I wanted. And my needs are great.”
Eric grinned and wiggled his eyebrows, again. “So the Omen of News is without a clue that he is here to meet his death. Does that not put you out of the fate business? I am just asking because my go-to are the Runes. I find the Tarot to be crude and vulgar.
But I do have some news that might be of interest to you. I heard tonight that two Hunters went missing. And that they were vampire. I do so hope those were not to be your body guards.”
“First of all,” his voice went up in pitch, “you are not Northman! A very good doppelganger for him, but you…are…not…him!”
Eric’s smile got bigger. “Oh, so you were just notified that your two assigned bodyguards cannot make it tonight and you being protected by a couple of new guys,” he laughed out loud. From his chuckles of mirth he managed to get out, “Damn Perry, you must have really pissed them off! You bad boy, just what did you do?” Eric leaned in close and whispered, “You would not have happened to have helped yourself to one of those copper knives would you?”
The man drew back in horror!
“From the look on your face, perhaps you did. Hm-m-m, Berlin is going to be looking for a new soothsayer,” he said pouring two shots of tequila. Picking up his glass, he motioned for Perry to do the same. “Skål,” he said picking up his glass and offering the toast.
“Maybe,” Perry downed the drink. “Maybe I could call Berlin right now and tell them you are here.”
“You could, but they are not going to believe you. Houser has been streaming me live back to Berlin since I arrived. He is across the street having dinner at the Baltic Grill. See him. Come on, wave with me at him,” Eric looked in that direction and smiled, waved and slightly bowed his head. “But it does now look like perhaps you hired me and have been giving me my marching orders.
Which now begs the question? Why would Berlin send a videographer? They need new porn to watch? I think not. I think he is here so that Berlin has proof that the New World ruling body is dead. Or as least decimated. That way they can easily hunt and slaughter any that were not in attendance tonight.”
There was a rumble coming up the street. “Oh,” Eric was once again laughing. “Party buses approaching. Let the games, begin! I give it an hour. You can smell the alcohol from those buses wafting their way here. Once inside, the house will be pouring triple shots and there shall be all manner of drunken revelry. Party rooms are such a nice thing to have and use,” Eric’s smile got bigger. “There shall be nudity, sex, drugs, and debauchery in general. And death…death on a grand scale.
Oh-h-h-h,” Eric continued on. “Buses are pulling in and the doors are opening. If you were going to run your cards, looks like it will have to be on the floor of the men’s bathroom. You sitting in that outhouse in Paris, trying to determine with the Tarot the outcome of the Lower Duchy War was just hilarious. In certain circles, that is still good for a laugh. Especially when I and The Hun are doing the laughing.”
“You really are Northman!” he gasped.
“No,” he sighed and batted his eyelashes, “just a well briefed doppelganger.”
Greetings were called to Percy and he was absorbed by the crowd as they came streaming off. Many paused at Eric’s table. Looking at the bottle and the empty shot glasses, they would mutter, “doppelganger,” and move on.
Houser came over and sat down. Eric poured him a drink and one for himself. Clinking their glasses together they both sat staring at each other.
“You are spot on for Northman. My boss wants to know did The Viking hire you or was it someone else?”
Grinning, Eric downed the tequila and refilled his glass. “Well Jeffery, that is actually a very long story. I clearly have either Northman’s or Godric’s approval because I was supplied a list of not well know facts about him. It was actually a very well crafted dossier. But the money came out of Berlin, a lot of money for me to sit here tonight. Since you are going in, it must be time to release the sludge. Sadly, this had been a ruse to see just what you are capable of doing. You are going to have to kill more than just a few gasping out their last. You want the job as Head Hunter, you are going to have to prove yourself.”
Raising both eyebrows at him, Eric poured Hauser a drink. “They are drunk, but they are not that drunk. And you know how Weres get,” he grinned. “I would do my best to kill them first. They shift and they could just eat you alive on the spot.”
Downing the drink he stared at Eric. “No one knows that I am auditioning for the position of Head Hunter!”
There was more laughter. “Of course someone knows. And more than one. The person who wants you to have the position and the person who does not.
I hear howling inside,” he patted his hand. “I hope you brought back up. Midnight is coming.”
“Fuck you,” he hissed as he got up and left. Opening the door, he turned and looked back at Eric. “When I find out who you really are, I am coming for you.”
“You are going to have to survive to make that happen,” Eric winked at him.
Once the crowd had all moved inside, Ian and Cedric sauntered up and sat down.
“We were across the street, heard everything. It was very nice the way you fucked with Hauser. I thoroughly enjoyed that,” Ian said. “What a prick.”
Cedric was very thoughtful. “So Berlin is very serious about being the standing power. That would be a very big pay cut for Hauser to be the Head of the Hunters instead of the Berlin Committee Head. But if the committee would no longer exist, there would be plenty of those who help positions of power to be destroyed. For instance Ian and myself.”
“About or close to midnight,” Eric poured each of them a drink, “Jeffery’s back-up is going to walk in the door. We are missing several vampires from tonight’s to-do. They will enter from the roof. They will think nothing of ripping the doors off rooms upstairs. As much as I hate to do it, I will be collecting Sookie and following them downstairs. If you gentlemen will listen for the ruckus…please feel free to join in. Samuel is already upstairs on the top floor, his stake sharpened.”
“We’ve got ours,” Ian grinned. “And oh, you are sure we are not going to be poisoned?”
“No,” Eric shook his head. “I am not. But Samuel and I both heard whatever was at the bottom of the copper tubing, fighting out its last.”
“Good enough,” Cedric said. “Off we go to fight evil!” he grinned.
“Good hunting,” Eric grinned as the boys went in the door with a smile and a song on their lips. Of course, if you listened, they were humming the song to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. That was their theme song and they were air guitaring right along with the tune.
Cheers went up as the boys entered the room and they both jumped up onto the bar and took tremendous and very dainty bows to the chants of Long Live the Kings! As they continued to perform. Pam caught Eric’s reflection in a glass sitting on the bar. Rolling her eyes, she then grinned. The clock was ticking down and the first vampire out of Berlin, Schultz, just wandered.
He was looking just a mite bit confused as he watched the Weres drinking beer. Finster came in along with Foos, both of them looking around.
Eric laughed as he watched Foos mouth to Finster, “What the fuck?”
Excellent, Eric’s eyes were on the bar keep’s hands. They were pouring the clear liquid into all the drinks. Calling it tonight’s drug of choice. Some wanting more than others. He had no idea how it flavored it, if it did at all. But there were no bodies on the floor…well at least not yet. The vampire count just went up. Four more vamps with German names just came in with willing donors. Well, not exactly willing…they were chained and the women were crying.
Midnight, he could feel it brushing against the hairs on the back of his neck. There was noise up on the roof. When he stood up, Pamela stood as well and blocked the view of him moving across the street.
“We are prepared.” Father Eddy said, “to protect your back. Miss Sookie shall be fine. I promise.”
“Thank you,” Eric said as he gave her a small kiss, wrapped her firmly in her cape and she climbed up onto Father Eddy’s back.
Whoa! It is Monday already!
I was hoping to get to the fight but have run out of time. I will start the fight scene tomorrow and will try to get it posted by the end of the week.
As always, thanks for reading!
Be blessed and be the blessing,
*If Tomorrow Never Comes. 1988
Words and music by Kent Blazy and Garth Brooks
** Gene Roddenberry