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The Diplomatic Pouch Chapter 22—Day 15
O.I. was out riding the wind currents, waiting for the lovers to return. He had felt it when Eric had pounded on the stone…more than once. The disturbance caused a change in the air density, the air temperature had dropped, and it felt like rolling thunder coming across his old dragon ears.
Then other things began to happen. Magic had been awakened and it called to things that O.I. did not necessarily understand. Most have been before his time and not in the dragon legends. But he welcomed it and asked for specifics.
Sniffing the wind, he could smell Eric and Sookie on their way back…and something else!
“Hurry Eric,” he blasted through their bond. “Shift to dragon and haul ass,” O.I bellowed in his mind to Eric.
“What?” Sookie asked as she felt Eric heat up and getting ready to shift.
“Hang on,” was all he had the time to say as Eric turned to dragon and with a speed he did not know he was capable of was back at the manor.
Sitting down, he shoved Sookie behind him and standing on his hind legs, stood with his wings unfurled, his eyes searching the night sky.
O.I. fluttered down and was hovering by Eric’s head. “There is a stalker in the night. I don’t recognize it. But it is following you back here.”
Those inside the house came spilling out!
“What?” Samuel shouted out in full vampire mode with Ian and Cedric hissing through their fangs as well!
“We are going to have company,” O.I. said as his eyes tracked the breeze.
“Did we wake it?” Sookie asked.
“Not this,” O.I. replied. “This is a beast. Lafayette, please stay back there with Sookie. She is getting closer.”
“She?” they all echoed.
“Yes, it is female.” Fluttering up and out from the balcony, O.I. spoke to the stars. “Walk out. We know you are there and we are waiting. You cannot hide in the starlight, dragon.”
Something dark and lumbering made its way toward the ground. It appeared to be a skeleton of a dragon with its skin still attached. “If I land,” the voice held agony, “I will not be able to lift off. I have no energy left.”
“We can get you back up into the currents,” O.I. said. “If you want help, you must land.”
“Help,” they all heard the laughter and then the tears. “There is no help for me.”
“Then there is no help for you here,” he said. “Only death for we will not allow you to leave here alive.”
Silently she fell down to the ground. When her body made contact, there was not enough meat on her to hide the rattling of her bones.
“What has happened to you?” Eric asked as he stepped closer.
“Yany’nn, another dragon, betrayed me to my master so I am collared and starved by He-I cannot-name.”
“How?” O.I. asked. “You are dragon!”
“Yany’nn found my clutch and told my master where to look. When I returned to my cave, I watched in horror as my master crushed two of the eggs before my eyes…” she wept. “There were two left and he held them in his hands as they began to hatch.
He came prepared. To spare them, I allowed him to collar me and I swore fealty. After I had done so, he drowned my hatchlings. While I watched, he plunged them beneath the water until their hearts stopped… “
“He rode me to his lair where I was chained…he dined on them!” the tears flowed as she howled in anguish. “He ate my small ones while I was chained and had to watch,” she wept, her sorrow filling the night sky. “I have not produced other children…but now I must produce dragons…to spare my friend…” she sobbed. “He is all that I have left.
I was called tonight by the smell of the essence of a male dragon but the stone circle would not let me enter. So I followed the smell of the male, here.”
“The one that collared you, what is his name?” O.I. asked.
“I cannot say it,” she replied shaking her head. “My tongue is blocked or I would curse him with all that I am.”
“What do you do for nourishment?” he asked.
Shaking her head, she shrugged. “They pour something from a bag that I gum. All my fangs have fallen out,” she said, pulling back her lips. “A few teeth are all that I have left.”
“Dog food,” Sookie said. “Sounds like they are feeding her dog food.”
“Dog food?” O.I. asked.
“Yes, comes in a big bag. Some brands are better than others. Depending on the brand you purchase, it can have chicken feathers ground up in it, chaff from grains, some meat parts that cannot be sold to humans. Depending on what country it is made in…the meat can be poisoned.”
“Mo’ fo’n”, the small dragon hissed as he turned to the living skeleton. “Can you still flame?” O.I. asked gently.
“No,” she responded. “There are no live embers in my gullet.”
“Where do you live?” Eric asked.
“What?” she replied.
“The one that holds your collar, does he provide you with shelter?”
She nodded to Eric. “I have a roost over a copper basin. In my barren shame, when I return, I will bleed out the children that are not and they shall be washed into the drain and live their dead lives among those he siphons from the bowels of hell.”
“Bingo,” Sookie said.
“Do you know the name Godric?” Eric carefully asked his question, containing his anger.
“Yes,” she responded, as she turned her attention to Eric. “I do. He is my friend. My only. Like myself, he will not live to see many other nightfalls. I do not think he has the energy to lift himself back into the sky, either. But we have spent many pleasant evenings, together. I tell him stories of my younger days and he tells me stories of his. We take comfort in each other’s company.”
“How long have you been blind?” Eric asked.
“I no longer remember,” she sighed. “I miss the colors, but for getting about everything else is wind currents, smell and my radar. Godric knows I cannot see, but no one else.”
“What’s your name?” Sookie asked.
“Jewll’il’waw. Godric calls me Jewel. He says I am a precious gem. Worth more to him than gold. I wish I could see his face,” as the tears formed in her sightless eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “He is a good friend. He holds what is left of my heart.”
“Jewel,” O.I. smiled at her. “Did you begin to lose your eyesight right before you met Godric?”
“Yes, when he came to be with me, I could see a faint outline. Then I could see nothing.”
“Will you be in residence with the new dark?” Eric asked.
“Yes, I will return barren. I will sit on my basin and my insides shall weep and I will relive the horror as he feasted on my young!” she shrieked.
“Come my sister,” O.I. stroked her cheek. “All will be well. Keep your faith until the passing of the new dark.”
Sobbing she replied, “How can this be?”
“When you tell Godric a story tonight, tell him about the king of the dragons, how bold and majestic he is,” O.I laughed. “Spin him a tale about how his most ancient Viking son lives and loves and laughs among the moonbeams. Tell him that you saw the stars singing and could smell the flowers blooming as the starlight gave way to sunlight.”
“Who are you?” she whispered.
“Just tell him,” O.I. kissed her on the snout, “that his days are long and robust. As are yours. Come Eric,” he said and he felt her pull back. “Let us get our sister into the air so she can return.”
“Eric?” she whispered. “My king, O.I.?”
“With pleasure,” Eric said as O.I. shifted to a larger size and grabbed her where her neck joined her body. O.I. placed her on Eric’s back. Together the three dragons were airborne. Finding the right current, Eric fell away as Jewel spread her wings and headed for home.
When the two dragons landed, O.I. was seething. “Were shit!” he yelled, “fucking Were shit swallowed by a vampire! Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” he was stomping around on all fours, shaking the foundation of the house.
Righting himself, he bowed his head and said. “I do so apologize for that…but it just had to be said. Now,” they all started for the door. “Jewel and Godric have been poisoned with the same thing. The ravaging sickness, according to legend, has not been heard of in an age multiplied by a dragon’s heartbeat. But it was peculiar to dragons.”
“Godric has had my blood,” Eric put in. “Some form of dragon exists in him, right?”
O.I. shrugged. “That would be a good guess,” O.I. regarded Eric in a whole new light. “Mo’ fo’n!” he hissed. “So Berlin asks itself this question? Is Godric the one with the dragon blood or is it his child Eric?”
“What difference does it make?” Eric asked.
“Because when the dragon lust hits, a dragon will fuck anything.”
“An-n-n-n-nd,” Eric added staring at O.I. like he had lost his mind.
“They get their hands on you and they will mate you with everything,” Sookie said shaking her head. “You won’t be able to stop yourself and they will see just what comes to be.”
“Oh fucking Were shit!” Eric spewed out. “The have mated Godric to Jewel!” he said as reality set in.
“Of course they have,” O.I. replied. “When they were both more robust and Jewel could shift to a smaller size. And who is to say, perhaps they find pleasure in each other still. From her words, it sounds as if they do. Their joys would be small and they would take comfort where they could find it. Especially if they are friends. Dear friends. And from the sound of things, I think they are.”
They wound up in the library, Eric pouring the round. “So, from some depth of Hell, the evil is pulled and…” Eric shrugged.
O.I. drank his shot. “Dragons do bleed like human females if they are not pregnant when it is their mating time. Shed their uterine lining. So her blood would feed the evil and that is what caused the movement in the pipes that we saw.”
“This ends tomorrow night,” Eric hissed. “If we walk out at the end, all that much to the good. But this Were shit stops!
“Hear! Hear!” they all raised their glasses in a salute. “Hear! Hear!”
“With Ian and Cedric’s help, I think we have figured out the schematic for underground,” Samuel gave Eric a tired smile. “Cedric knew how much cement was purchased and we have calculated just how many square yards that amount is poured. Given the rivers and what the city fathers say they have for drainage, electrical, and sewer pipes in that area, we have a rough idea of how big it is and maybe where it splits.”
“Show me,” Eric said.
“Everyone get comfortable,” Samuel replied as he put it up on the big screen. “Stairs, elevator and just a shaft, here,” he said pointing. “Dragons, rampaging Weres and other Supernaturals that come and go at a high rate of speed are going to want to get to the top in the fastest manner possible. So something the size of a delivery elevator shaft, if not larger. This would empty into a major room, with the height and breadth to accommodate all…”
Sookie sat down on Eric’s lap. He pulled her in next to him and she went to sleep. The briefing continued until the morning sun flooded the room with its early morning light.
“Get some rest,” Samuel ended. “The new dark will be here soon enough.”
Eric carried Sookie upstairs to a bedroom. It didn’t matter so very much to which one. There were seventy-five. One just as lavish as the next. And since she did not have the opportunity to choose, he picked the one that most resembled her bedroom.
“Fucking Were shit,” he sighed as he lay down beside her. “You can own it all and at the end of the old dark, it is all still just fucking Were shit…
Godric is so weak, he cannot do for himself. I will have to stand in front of him and fight that battle. Sookie…” he hesitated, “I will put her behind me also…” his words faltered. He was bound to his maker. If Godric asked him to grab his dying body and run, he would do it. With Sookie on his back, he would run and run and run… “Fucking Were shit!” he grumped. “No,” he corrected himself. “I will stay and fight, it does not matter what Godric says. The dragon is stronger than the vampire! I would never desert my friends and this insanity must be stopped.”
Something that felt like a shockwave rumbled through the room and through his body! Sitting up in bed, he searched for the bond with his maker. It was not the vampire bond that he was feeling. Instead, he could feel his dragon blood that still resided inside of Godric. “Oh fucking Were shit,” Eric said thoughtfully, “of course, the dragon is stronger than the vampire. The dragon trumps all.”
Getting out of bed, Eric went in search of O.I. He was in the kitchen, eating fried chicken and had his bottle of The Gator’s Finest at the ready.
“Felt the shockwave,” O.I. said wiping his claws. “What kind of dragon truth took you to a new level?”
“Dragon is stronger than vampire. I can no longer feel the vampire maker, child bond. But I can feel my dragon blood in Godric’s body.”
“You are more and he is less,” O.I. replied. “This is just the way of the dragon.”
Eric eyed the bottle and the amount of chicken wings that was in a hammered copper beverage chilling tub. “Cook not have anything big enough?” he asked.
“No,” O.I. reached for another wing. “I told him I needed a powerful amount of friend chicken wings and he asked if I would be offended if he just put them in this eight gallon tub. He has filled it for me twice.”
“How many chicken wings is it going to take to get Jewel back into the air?” Eric asked quietly.
“Oh,” O.I.’s predator face slipped into place. “You ever meet Yany’nn? He hangs out on the roof at the museum?”
“I don’t know that name?” Eric replied.
“How about Skakk’yany’nn?
“Oh,” Eric nodded. “Yes, I have encountered him once or twice. Low life. Always smirking and acting innocent.”
“He is going to be her meal,” he grinned. “Should get her on the road to recovery. Get her flame started, boost her spirits and grow her some new fangs,” he growled.
Cook walked out and looked in the tub. “More?” he asked.
“Wait one, I was beenin’ polite with Eric standin’ here.” Picking up the tub, he opened his mouth and dumped the remainder in. “Thank you kindly, Cook,” he said chewing away. “Another round or two would be very fine.”
“Anything I can do to prepare?” Eric asked, as Cook bowed his head to both of them and taking the container, left the room.
“Get some rest,” O.I. replied. “Tis gonna’ be a long night.”
Taking O.I.’s advice he retired. In true vampire fashion, they all slept until sundown.
“Do we have time for a quickie?” Sookie asked as she rolled over and looked at the clock.
“I hate the idea of a quickie,” Eric sighed, “but that is all we have time for.”
“If you are so very tired,” Sookie grinned at him, “I’ll just get on top.”
“You do that,” he chuckled as she mounted him. Placing both of his thumbs on her clit, she started to move.
“Just thrust a bit deeper and I am there,” she moaned.
Vamp speed and applying more pressure and rotation to her clitoris, when she screamed, he knew he had pleased her.
He followed next, then pulling her down he opened one of his veins while he latched onto hers. He was still pulsing inside of her, emptying out his scrotum as he licked her wound and lay back into the pillows.
“I don’t want to shower,” she said as she leaned down and kissed him. “If I die tonight, I want you to be the very last thing I smell.”
Pulling her down on top of him, he kissed the top of her head. “I love you,” he whispered as he stroked her hair.
There was a knock at their door. “If you want to leave with us,” Ian called out, “you have got to get moving. We are at the two-hour mark.”
“I have to eat,” Sookie smiled as she slid off of him. “What should I wear?”
“Clifford shopped for you. Pick out anything that looks business. I am wearing my riding habit. I will have my diplomatic passport going through customs and you will be in the bag. Once I let you out of the bag so to speak, let us look the part.”
There was food set up in the dining room, buffet style. As Eric walked past the fried chicken wings, he stopped, took a step back and put one on his plate.
Sookie had one of everything there was meat wise. “Saving room for dessert,” she smiled as she helped herself to a piece of smoked salmon, flaking it off the whole fish.
“Where is Samuel?” she asked.
“Gone,” Eric replied. “He is boots on the ground with his team and doing recon. We’ll have updates coming across The Channel and once we are on hardtop. He will also be running any interference with traffic. For instance, anyone thinking to cause a traffic jam where we could be stuck.”
“Is there a reason you just can’t fly into Berlin? You know, vampire or dragon style?” she asked as she eyed the crème brulee?
“Berlin is a no fly zone for Supernaturals. You have to register a flight path if you are incoming. Whether it be broom or dragon, it matters not.”
“Never heard that before,” she commented as she slid a piece of strawberry shortcake onto her plate.
“Yes, it is not something that is advertised but it was one of the conditions of Berlin being head of the European Contingent.”
“So someone did that for Jewel?” she asked.
“Probably not,” Eric stopped in mid-thought. “Samuel,” he hit the button attached to his collar. “How did Jewel get in and out of Berlin? Do you think she registered her flight path?”
“Oh fucking Were shit!” Samuel hissed. “Hitler had tunnels all over the city. Some are now flooded, but you could travel unseen down there to anywhere in the city.”
“Well yes, for a human form, but once she lands she is down. So there has to be a tunnel to accommodate her size,” Eric said.
“Of course, by landing in Potsdam she is not in the city and she could move easily using the U-Bahn tunnels. You could travel all the way to Tempelhof, with the museums along the way.
“Samuel, you know how much Hitler loved Tempelhof. If you have enough people on the ground, a squad that way might not be a bad idea.”
“Backups are on their way,” Samuel chuckled. “We have ah-h-h-h, I believe they are calling themselves the Sewer Rats,” he laughed. “Oh, Saul just said they will crawl through anyone’s shit to make a kill. And there you have it,” he chuckled. “We are looking good on this end my brother. Do us proud.”
“Will do,” Eric grinned. “And oh, Samuel, there might be coming out from a hole somewhere, two dragons traveling at extremely high rates of speed. There just might be some flame mixed into that. One is going to be O.I. Just stand back and try to catch it on video for me if you can.”
They all boarded the helicopter that landed on the helipad and streaked across the night sky to Biggin Hill Airport just outside of London.
“Lots of lights,” Sookie said more than once when they were approaching the city.
“I’ll bring you back and show you the sites,” Eric took her hand and kissed it.
“I will look forward to that,” she moved in closer next to him. “Oh, is that Heathrow?” she asked.
“Yes, but we are sticking to the smaller airport. Business jets come in and out of Biggin Hill all the time. More private and more sumptuous. Just a bit more.”
“Okay,” she nodded as they were approaching their destination. “We like sumptuous, right…I mean, I also like having a roof over my head and food to eat, but if it is a nice roof and good food, I can roll with that as well.”
Eric grinned. “As soon as we land, into the Diplomatic Pouch you shall go and I shall carry you onto the jet.”
“Got it,” she nodded.
“Good. We are coming in for a landing. Time to be the diplomat. Ian, Cedric, good you have your crowns. Lord Authority Judge, you are looking very splendid in your bespoke Savile Row suit. Let us smile and be charming and get back up in the air.”
“Bespoke suit? What does that mean?” Sookie asked.
“On the Row,” Eric grinned, “it is any suit that is cut, fitted, and sewed by hand.”
“Wow,” Sookie looked at Lafayette. “You look very handsome, Lafayette, but seriously, you know, it looks like a nice suit.”
“That is because it is,” Lafayette grinned at her. “Outrageously expensive suit, but just a suit.”
“Okay, good,” she nodded.
“And you look very beautiful in yours as well,” he grinned.
“Custom made for you Miss Sooks. There is a certain look to a Savile Row suit. His La La fineness knows the difference. I doubt where we are goin’ tonight they would know shit from shine’ola but,” Lafayette made a face, “that is on them.”
“So I’ll do,” she smiled shyly at Lafayette.
“Most certainly, Miss Sooks. You will more than do.”
They landed and passing from the helicopter to the jet was most charming. As they disembarked, she was asked what she would like on the flight over.
When Sookie had no comeback, Eric said, “Prime rib rare, for all of us. Double portions. Fresh fruit salad, no mango, and roasted sweet potatoes with rosemary. Sparkling water. And for dessert…” he looked at Sookie.
“Anything chocolate,” she replied.
“Bring us a sampling of everything chocolate.”
“Yes sir,” the steward said and stepped aside as they continued on down the chandelier lit hallway to their waiting jet.
“Customs is our next stop. We are going to step inside the rest area and prepare.”
“Oh yes,” Lafayette and O.I. stepped in with them. “I remember this.”
“Really?” Eric chuckled. “Both of you were so wasted that I find that hard to believe.” Taking the pouch out of his briefcase, he shook out the bag and put it down on the floor. “In you go,” he smiled at Sookie.
“You just gonna sling me over your shoulder like Santa?” she asked.
Eric’s grin got bigger. “Well yes, now that you say that, I suppose I do resemble that jolly old elf. I am delivering one very good girl to myself.”
“More like Krampus,” O.I. choked back the laughter.
Eric grinned and then began to pull the bag up around Sookie. “Just squat down, I have this,” he smiled as he kissed her and then pulled the bag up over her head and pulled the drawstrings. “Some help here,” he smiled charmingly at Lafayette. “Lift her gently up off the floor and onto my back.”
“I don’t remember gentle as we bumped along on the floor and maybe ran into a wall or two as you took us past customs,” O.I. smiled sweetly at Eric.
“That would be correct,” Eric grinned as he felt Sookie positioned into the small of his back as they handed him the top of the bag. “Now gentlemen, we shall proceed.”
There was a mix of Supernaturals and humans working the customs desk. This little airport actually did a lot of business and most of the crew was not impressed with the bigwigs that came and went on a daily basis. Rock stars, government officials, and very big money by-passed the masses at Heathrow and taxied these runways.
“It’s Northman,” one of them whispered. “And would you just look at his traveling companions. British Isle and Eire and O.I. Three royals. And the American contingent! That is the Lord Authority Head Justice! Stand tall and look sharp. We are about to make Biggin Hill history!”
When Eric set Sookie down, they were inside the plane. The bag dropped away and she was surrounded by luxury. “That was way too easy,” she said as she stepped out of the bag.
“Yes,” Eric nodded. “It is supposed to be. Cannot keep the movers and shakers from moving and shaking.”
“Food is being loaded,” O.I. said sniffing the air.
“Twenty minutes,” a steward stuck his head in. “The food is being loaded. Would you care for something before takeoff?”
“We brought our own,” Ian said. “It should be on board. The Gator’s finest. Just bring us a couple of bottles and a glass for each.”
“Not a bad way to spend the next two hours,” Lafayette said as the steward left the bottle and glasses and went to get the chocolate torte. “Not a bad way at all.”
“We got vanilla sauce to go on that chocolate goodness?” O.I. asked.
“If not, the chef can prepare it in the kitchen,” Cedric responded.
Pouring the libations, Ian raised his glass and said, “To us!”
“Hear! Hear!” was shouted as the tequila was downed and another round was poured.
When Samuel had talked with the director of the Mossad earlier in the day and said they were hauling out Hitler, tonight, every agent on the continent was at his disposal. Not to mention those that had entered the country though legal channels. There were several hundred down in the tunnels right now, running with the best electronic equipment money could buy…and with Samuel’s money, there were things not available on the public or not so public market. As the sweeps continued, it was reported back that they had found where the dragon had made her way back to Hitler’s lair.
“We are a go for launch,” he texted Eric.
Eric sent back as they flew over Germany. “Feet dry. ETA -20.”
Those on the plane begin to settle in and thought about the upper echelon protocols for entering the building.
Eric pushed back his glass and began. “Sookie will be out of the bag and I will walk her in. They will expect us to be attached. So attached we shall be. We will not be allowed to carry in any type of weapon. We will be frisked and scanned. Probably more than once. O.I. will be asked to bank his flame. The royals will have to check their crowns because we all know who really wants to be king. We should walk in and go to our perspective places. I should be taken to see Godric. They royals should go straight to the council along with Lafayette and O.I.
What we will be watching for is any and all abnormalities. We know how this is supposed to work. If they just wave us through, we are in some deep Were shit.”
There were chuckles from the crowd.
“What am I missing?” Sookie said.
“They think they hold the smoking gun. That they have already pulled the trigger and we are dead just by walking in the building.”
“Got it,” she nodded. “So are we already dead?” she asked the group.
“Whatever they think they have,” O.I. said, “it is something not seen since the beginning of time. Could be something dragon related, we have seen that in Godric and Jewel. But how could that affect all of us on such a short time frame? We won’t know until we walk in the door.”
When the plane landed, Sookie went back in the diplomatic pouch. Going through customs a Were had the audacity to pause in handing back Eric’s passport. With a smile he checked the photo and then Eric’s face as his grin got bigger.
Eric looked at the monitor and said, “All you fuckers are fired.”
“Lord Negotiator,” a supervisor came scurrying over and pushed the Were out of the chair onto the floor. “So good to see you again. There has just been some question…” he paused.
“Really?” Eric flashed his fangs and reaching through the opening in the glass, picked the vampire up. Breaking the bulletproof window as Eric lifted him over his head he smiled and asked, “Any questions now?”
“No, of course not sir.”
“Good,” Eric responded as he sat him down. Reading his name tag Eric said, “Herr Fenster, you can bill Berlin for the new kiosk.”
“Thank you Lord Negotiator,” he bowed his head. “Please, pass on through.”
Eric was all business as he continued on. “Allow the Were to notify Berlin we have arrived and that it is actuality The Viking. If I encounter anymore of this nonsense, they will meet the true death.”
“Yes sir, of course. This way.”
As they exited Eric spoke into his mic. “Samuel, you get visual on that cocksucker?” he asked.
“Yes, have him and have run his file. He’s been around a while. Oh my, it appears he was once a Hitler youth. Doing errands for Hitler, himself. As soon as he walks out of the building, we have him.”
“Most excellent,” Eric grinned. “We are on our way.”
Zeilg Weber was old for a Were. Young at heart and in his mind and his body spry; but his body had put on some years. He had survived WWII and it was his idea to have Hitler turned to vampire so that his Fuhrer would live forever! There was just now way around that! Hitler had to live! As much as he hated vamps, Hitler’s genius just could not die in the Allies bombing attacks or by those mad Russians!
That idea had paid off. He was still his leader’s errand boy. He did not mind the term, actually enjoyed it. Only now he worked for someone a bit more that Hitler as well. He was part of the inner circle, trusted to do special ops errands. Checking out Northman tonight had been one of them. He had come prepared to crawl through broken glass if he could determine if that was truly Northman or not.
Picking himself up off the floor he had accomplished his task for his leader and was on his way out of the building. No one at headquarters believed it was Northman that got on the plane. They had all believed that The Viking was someplace on the continent, able to come and go at will. Well, that had been a show of force, lifting his arm through that glass with Willy still attached to his hand. That was not human capable. That was vampire. He had no doubts, he could report back in with the wonderful details about how Northman had appeared when requested to do so.
Getting into his auto, he started the car. Trying again, the car would not crank.
“Blood whore…” he fumed. “Told the wife to get a new battery!”
Getting out, he walked over to a car that had just started. “I need a jump,” he said as the window came down.
“Certainly, happy to help. Let me move the car. Have you jumper cables?”
“Yes, in the kofferraum. One moment and I will get them out of the back.”
When Zeilg popped the trunk he got out and went to get the cables. As he bent over, he was grabbed and muzzled with a silver ball gag, wrapped in duct tape and a bag slipped over him, all in a matter of seconds. Tossing him into the trunk of his car, someone climbed in with him and the trunk closed.
“We are driving the vehicles off the lot, Samuel,” Fizzi reported in. “The time stamp will show him leaving.”
“Perfect,” The Da’vid replied. “Get his ass on a plane and out of here. The director is waiting for him.”
The bottle of tequila was passed around as they drove through Berlin. The vampires pointing out the sites and how much they had enjoyed a pre-war WWII Berlin.
The chauffeur let them out in front of the museum. As they approached the stairs to the front doors, they opened and out walked what could be Eric’s doppelganger.
“Good evening,” he smiled as he approached them. “My name is Henri. We are so pleased that you could be here tonight. Your majesties, Lord Authority Judge and our favorite Lord Negotiator. Godric will be most pleased to see you. And you would be,” he smiled politely at Sookie.
“The human that I am magically linked, too,” Eric growled. “Enough of the polite chit-chat. I am here to see my maker.”
“Of course Lord Negotiator, we can understand how you would be inconvenienced by this regrettable incident of having a human attached to you. But at the time, it was simply thought the best way to help keep you out of trouble.”
Eric started laughing. “That would be a little hard to do since Trouble is my middle name. Where is Godric?”
“If you will follow me, please. I understand your desire to see him. The fastest way to accomplish this is if all of you would just wait with our Lord Negotiator, we will then get you to your separate appointments.”
Sookie did not laugh as their guide for the evening turned and started back toward the museum and their small, hand-picked party all rolled their eyes. So, it was a great big no to following the protocols and the boys were amused. Well, she could be also. Smiling, she enjoyed the fountains that lined the walkway. If she was going to her death, this was a lovely way to greet the Grim Reaper.
In the doors they went and leaving behind the sound of the fountains, inside was the sound of admiration! There were people milling around and discussing the art that surrounded them. Sookie was fascinated as they passed ancient displays trying to take it all in before they got on the elevator with their escort. Up they went. She had a lovely view of the city from the Rotunda and then they were ushered into another elevator and down they went. Maybe, she thought, into the bowels of hell itself. When they finally stopped, Henri walked them into a great high ceilinged room with crystal chandeliers the size of dump trucks and they proceeded down a hall. Opening the door, they were shown into a lovely sitting room, complete with fireplace. “Your maker is here,” he smiled as he bowed and closed the door.
“Do you hear that?” Ian snickered. “Something outside just dropped into place in front of the door.”
“He’s here,” Eric said, turning. “Godric is here!”
Moving toward the door at the end of the room, Eric opened it; the cold smell of death wafted out. In a cot in one corner lay his maker.
“Child…” was all Godric was able to breathe out.
“I am here,” Eric smiled as he kneeled down beside him.
“Jewel,” O.I. said as they all entered. She was on the floor beside him, with her head resting on Godric’s chest.
“Time to end this,” Eric hissed. “O.I…..” Eric said as he turned to the king of the dragons as the rest entered the room and another wall dropped into place.
“Older than time,” the dragon said with a nod of his head. “We cannot Eric. The walls and the floors are peppered with Dragon’s Blood. It is a stone. In the presence of dragon flame all goes up in an inferno. We think to tear out the walls, one spark from our claws will accomplish the same. We shift and our skin rubs against it and we are doomed.”
There was a voice that boomed into the room. “That is correct, O.I. ‘o king of the dragons,” he laughed. “And the walls are lined with silver and we shall very soon be dispensing silver particles into the air. Think on these things for oh….five minutes. Then I will be back with you and you shall answer all my questions.”
“Looks like Plan A and B are out,” Sookie said. “Time for Plan C. Lafayette, you can perform marriages, right? I mean, legally binding ones?”
“Yes ma’am. I have been carryin’ around a marriage certificate since my little man told me one would be needed.”
Nodding her head she turned to Eric and getting down on one knee she asked, “Will you marry me?”
“Of…of course,” Eric said helping her up. “You mean now?”
“Now is all we have,” she answered.
“Lafayette, if you would please,” she said. “And make it fast. This has to be done while Eric can still consent and sign the document.”
“One heart to one mind,” he said, looking at Sookie. “One heart to one mind,” his eyes rested on Eric. “Do you both agree to this?”
“Yes,” they both replied.
Ian took off his pinky ring. Cedric took off his family’s signet and handed them both to Lafayette.
“Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. Eric, place the ring on your bride.” Eric slipped the pinky ring on her left hand.
“Sookie, now place the ring on your groom.” She placed the signet ring on Eric’s left hand.
“I know pronounce you husband and wife. Here is the wedding license, sign here and here,” he said removing a pen. When they both nodded and stood back, Lafayette said, “With the legalities out-of-the-way, Eric you may kiss your bride.”
Smiling at her, he bent his head to hers and when he kissed her, she bit and bloodied his lip. Licking it away she said, “The rest of you turn your back. Eric, we have to consummate the marriage.”
“What…?” he may have stammered.
“King Eric, you are on,” she said lifting her skirt as she unzipped Eric’s pants. “Do it,” her voice held passion. “Down and dirty,” she moaned. “Do me!”
Eric grabbed her by the ass and she put her arms around his neck.
“Do me in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” she groaned as he thrust inside. Clinching her vaginal muscles, she felt Eric spill inside of her.
“O.I.,” she turned to the king of the dragons. “Do you stand as witness for the realm? That we are legally bound in marriage and the nuptials were consummated. ”
“Yes my Queen,” he replied with a bow of his head. “My King,” he bowed to Eric.
“Good,” she grinned. “Because here comes plan D.” Sliding down from Eric she stepped out into the room and began a slow twirl. Blue lightning began to flow to her fingertips as she spun faster. Whatever was in the walls and floors was absorbed into the lightning. Like dust motes, they danced there until their particles were discharged into Sookie and she began to shift her appearance. Her hair was now auburn with blue highlights, her cheekbones well pronounced and chiseled. Her eyes green with streaks of blue, power flowing from there as well.
Her being pulsated with unrestrained strength with the lightning crackling around her! “I love you,” she said walking over to Eric and kissing him. Pulling back she smiled at him. “We are married and the lasso has been returned to Lafayette. See to your maker and take care of Jewel. I have destroyed the threat of the Dragon’s Blood Stone. Shift and destroy as you will. I must leave you for I also have a war to fight.” And poof, she was gone.
“Hello Shesmu,” Sookie said as she popped into his chamber. “I believe you are wanted at home.”
“No, Sookie no!” he backed away from her. “I was just looking for a bit of fun…just a lark…I don’t want to go back,” he wailed. “I want to rule here! And what the fuck? Since when are you Queen?”
“Since you were kind enough to pepper the room with Dragon’s Blood. I bathed in it!” she winked at him. “And my king, my husband, Eric Northman, he bathed in my lightning. Mo’ fo’n, if I might quote O.I. He is going to be the biggest dragon that ever lived. So kind of you to arrange all of this for me. And because of that kindness,” she was most serious,“you don’t have to go back like that,” she smiled at him and he smiled at her. “No, you are not staying here,” she shook her head. “But I shall grant you your wish. You have always wanted to be surrounded by the power of the realm. To live in the blue lightning.” The sparks danced out of her and into him. He began to burn and like paper, his bits began to float on the air currents that were swirling around the room. A ball of blue lightning formed in her hand. “Come home,” she called out and the burning bits of Shesmu were pulled to the ball and were captured there. “Yes, right,” she snickered at the burning ball of goodness she held in her hand. “You are going home. Just not like you planned.” She felt the walls begin to tremble. Most good. Eric and O.I. were unleashed fury! Smiling she thought home and poof! She was gone!
There were dragon roars vibrating the walls of the rooms. Silver melted in the walls and pooled on the floors as two very large and very angry dragons pushed their way out of the underground bunker, destroying all who thought to stand against them! With Godric and Jewel on their backs and their friends behind him, they stormed their way to the roof, their battle ground charred, leaving only ash in their wake!
The museum could not contain the power and might of the two dragons as the building shook and many thought earthquake! The fire alarm was pulled in the museum as humans and supernaturals began flooding out! Screams filling the night air along with the winds of death!
The underground was stalked by things not of this world!
“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I chuckled. “Seriously now, who thinks they can stand against a dragon? Especially one tanked on the Gator’s Finest? Then thar be two,” he laughed out loud as Eric flamed an entire bunker. “Lordy,” he laughed, watching Eric climb up the wall of the shaft, roaring his discontent as the very stars shook and shifted about in the heavens. “Has me the best point man in the world. There goes one pissed off dragon.”
The first part of their mission was complete. Get those not capable of defending themselves out of harm’s way. Eric had done a fine job of clearing the way for him and the precious cargo he carried. There was starlight! O.I. could see it and smell it! They were at the top.
“Hunting,” was all O.I. said as he gently placed Jewel and Godric on the roof, leaving them in Eric’s and the other lads good care as he lifted off.
The small dragon sniffed and then sniffed, again. “Yany’nn,” he grinned, a great big toothy one as he plunged down a shaft. Flames and roars of fury shot up!
Underground, Samuel grinned as he watched two objects moving at the speed of light. One perhaps faster than the other. “O.I. is toying with him,” he grinned. “Excellent. Jewel shall have her dinner. Well now, speaking of toying, just look at who thinks he is going to make his way to Tempelhof.
Heads up,” Samuel grinned and spoke into his mic, “and ready the silver net. In five, four, three, two, one,” Samuel chuckled as Hitler passed a T in the tunnel system. The Mossad was there, waiting for him. There was screaming and cursing and the smell of burning flesh as one of the vilest creatures to walk the planet would now be held accountable.
“Thank you,” the small vampire said looking upward. “As much as I would wish to have him for my own,” Samuel shook his head no. “I would become as him. Cruel and heartless as I tortured him for my own pleasure and not for justice.
I know there is still one more just as cruel down here. With your help, my Creator, I shall find him. Nigel you dealer in the darkest of the dark, just where are you?” he said sniffing. “Oh,” Samuel turned his head and started down a tunnel. “I will just follow the stench of the rot of your soul. Oh, there you are,” he smiled. “Ahead and to the left and then back to the right. Chant all you want. Your words cannot stop my God.” Clutching the knife in his waistband, he moved forward. His Anat still lived on in victory!
Nigel was inspecting the new unripened blood that had dripped from the dragon. In reality, he did not need much but he longed for vast quantities of it! With such treasure, just what he could do and where he could rule!
Shesmu understood that…to have it all you literally had to rule in Heaven as well as Hell and this dragon’s weeping blood made that possible. The lining of the dragon’s womb held energizing power! Feed enough of it to his hellish friends that he had bubbling in his cauldron and they could war with impunity!
Nigel saw the possibilities. Hitler, that loser and small-minded weakling would have to go! That went without saying…and Shesmu was going to have to step up his game. “I am going to need more money!” he stomped. “Somewhere there has got to be someone who will sell us a cemetery! Shesmu does not see the importance of this army. But I do…I have the vision and it is glorious!” he shouted, shaking his fists and then hugging himself. “However, I am still not for sure why my magic failed,” he sighed. “Until I get that figured out, there will be no more funding. How can I possibly propel us forward with the small pittance I am expected to live on and bribe others with?”
Shaking off the feeling of small minds wanting to control him, Nigel went back to his ledger and began his daily notations.
Samuel stood quietly at the door, looking around the room. A cliché. This man was the walking cliché! Complete with robe and quill pen. He should have died in the French Revolution. Instead, he was still free to walk the earth and cause as much horrific damage as possible.
Closing the door, Samuel then locked it.
“What?” Nigel looked up from his work and then went back to his scribbling. “Oh, it is you, Gaston. Please bring me the blood that is cooking down over the flame. I want to record its properties.”
“Not Gaston,” Samuel smiled as he pulled his knife. The one that his Anat had made for him when she had consented to be his wife. The one that had been carried by his grandfather, the priest, into the Tabernacle to be placed on the altar and blessed by God.
“The Viking sends his regards,” Samuel said with a smile.
“Eric, alive?” Nigel grinned. “You are most mistaken. He has met the true death by now. Silver and vampires do not mix.”
“Wizards and their charms can not stand against the one true God,” Samuel replied and threw his knife, hitting Nigel between the eyes.
Samuel walked over and retrieved it. Wiping the blood on Nigel’s robe he looked around the room and then went to the door and unlocked it. “Father Eddy,” Samuel bowed to him. “If you would please. We are in need of your holy water.”
Father Eddy chuckled. “Samuel, it is faith, not what I have in this flask that will unmask all of this. I think we can do this together. If you would use your knife to removed the symbols that he has painted on the wall, I will build a good fire and fix tea while we work and discuss Moses.”
Samuel did a double take. “Can you drink tea?” he asked.
“No,” Father Eddy smiled. “But I used too and I enjoy the ritual. It is very soothing.” The small vampire enjoyed spending time with Father Eddy. The two of them singing the Psalms, it took no time to dismantle the room and toss Nigel’s body into the fireplace. The two watched it burn and the spirit scream as it clung to the embers as it was being pulled downward.
“Burn in Hell,” they said together and then eyed each other, shrugged and both said, “I see things.”
Laughing together, they hugged and then parted.
“I am going to roam,” Father Eddy said as he bowed his head to Samuel. “Myself as well,” he bowed his head in return and the two vampires left the room.
The war raged under the building! Well, there was mild raging. It had calmed down from earlier. Still warring going on but not like it was. Samuel’s people had flooded all the exits and were now doing sweeps. At this point, there was just not much for them to do.
One very large angry dragon, Samuel laughed out loud, who was now married and apparently left behind while his wife poofed out to somewhere to fight a war to which Eric had not been invited had shown his discontent. His brother had done a good job of sending his flame racing through the shafts. “Berserker lives on in the dragon form!” he admired the destruction.
“And it is his wedding night!” Samuel hooted. “And just where did our Miss Sookie poof out to and since when could she poof? These are all good questions,” Samuel wiped the tears from his eyes, his mirth ruling him. “And I am sure her husband, one very pissed off dragon is asking himself the same questions. Just glad we found Hitler before Eric did,” he chuckled. “There would be nothing left.”
Those standing guard on the roof watched the stars spin in the night sky from the rooftop. When O.I. did not return, Eric said nothing but knew that Jewel would have a meal when the evening was over and he was going to have some answers! Were shit! “Well, no time to linger there,” he seethed because there were those who thought to use the shaft to the roof to escape. Gladly Eric sent them on to their deaths. His rage fueling his fire as his berserker temperament translated nicely to dragon.
Watching the stars and the humans down below, things seemed to have settled down. “Samuel,” Eric smiled as he felt his brother. “Ian, Cedric,” he turned to his friends, “I leave you to guard the roof. I am going back below where I can be useful and my dragon flame not caught on video to be sent out to social media.”
Eric shifted back to vampire as he floated down the shaft. He could hear scurrying in some areas. The Nazis’ that had survived thought to steal what they could from the private bunkers and flee. As they exited the tunnels, Samuel’s people would be there, waiting for them. They would be hauled off to be interrogated and have their I.D’s run through the system.
“Sucks to be you,” he smiled as he heard screaming. Then he felt the familiar tug and vamp speed he was to his brother.
“Samuel,” he hugged him and then Eric let him go and looked carefully around at the scorch marks and busted walls. As dragon, he had held himself in check. But this was damn impressive. “The load bearing walls did a great job of holding,” he commented. “The engineers did a nice job with the structure.”
“Yes,” Samuel grinned. “And you did a good job of undoing their fine work.”
Eric turned his head. His ears turned to the slightest noise. There was someone else approaching. “Father Eddy,” Eric grinned. “I am so happy you were able to join us.”
“Thank you for the invitation,” he bowed his head. “Always happy to be of help and to spend time with Samuel. Fascinating fellow.”
Samuel blushed. “Thank you,” he managed to say.
Ian came floating down a shaft, smelling of Werewolf blood. “O.I. moved Godric, Jewel and Lafayette. He has taken them to your estate outside of Kiel. I know how much Godric loves the Baltic. I am sure the king of the dragons will see to their needs until you arrive.
Eric, in the human realm, we have the press waiting outside. The good people of the museum and those visiting it would like to know what happened. Apparently you could feel the shaking upstairs along with ah-h-h-h, shall we say, smoke most foul. I strongly suggest that the Supernatural face that everyone knows give a briefing with more to follow. You know, just tell them Hitler was turned vampire and has been living beneath the museum. That he is now in custody and will be served justice, vampire style, yada, yada, yada. All wrapped in your personal charm.”
“That could work,” Eric replied. “Now have you seen my hat? And my child? Where is Pamela?”
“Two floors down,” Cedric remarked. “Both your hat and child. I’ll get your hat. Your child is on her own. Something about running a betting pool…apparently there are those of Sameul’s friends that do not know her…” Cedric’s voice trailed off as he shook his head. “Wash your face. Then you are on.”
Eric began his briefing with, “Good evening, my name is Eric Northman. You may also know me as The Lord Negotiator. There have been odd things happening around the world and working closely with The Lord Authority Judge Reynolds, we began to unravel this mystery….”
The briefing proceeded…and proceeded…and proceeded…Eric answering the same question in multiple languages. That was fine. At two he was done here for tonight.
“…No, Hitler will not be turned over to the human authorities. There are several Jewish vampires. They have him and he will be held with the same regard as he had for those millions of Jews that he tortured and murdered. That is all I have for now. When I know more, I will let you know. Gute nacht.”
Eric walked out of the room and headed downstairs to the tunnels. Time to haul ass. Vamp speed he was through the passageways and traveling at the speed of dragon; then he was was home, listening to the waves from the Baltic Sea crash upon the shore. It was time for some answers. Who was friend, who was foe, and where the fuck was Sookie?
“Tell me how is Godric,” he said to O.I. who was waiting for him on the balcony outside of Godric’s room.
The small dragon put out his cigarillo. “Poisoned. The vamp in him has been fighting the poison that they fed to his dragon. He can survive, but it is going to be a process. A long, lengthy one. Thirty days and nights of monitoring him. It has been an age and an age since the last time this was seen and that was before my time. There are legends and stories and who knows what other Were shit has been said that was true or false. But the Book of Forseeables kept in the palace says it can be cured. He will need the Gator’s Finest and no more blood. Might be a time when he craves it and goes vampire bat shit crazy. Gonna have to be strong enough to hold him down. That is you by day and Jewel by night while you are out appeasing the crowds while I am keeping my big man this side of healthy and not dead. As in dead…as in Supernaturals looking to pave their own way kind of dead. These next 30 days will be volatile. Humans, Supes, governments…it is going to need a cool head to keep this Were shit from stinking. Cause it will.
Jewel is feeding and looking a bit better. She is washing down her bites with the tequila. It will take her a while. After she eats, I want to move her back in here with Godric. She will do him a world of good.”
“Really?” Eric queried.
“He will want to live,” was all O.I. said.
“Oh,” Eric nodded. “And you do not think I could inspire him to do so?”
“No,” O.I. shook his head. “What he is getting ready to endure…no…because when he is cured, he will be human.”
“Oh…Were…shit…” Eric breathed out.
“Exactly,” O.I. nodded in agreement. “With Berlin in shambles Eric, Godric must be made to understand he is the best chance we have at holding this together. There will be a Lord Judge Authority that is human, on the continent,” he stressed, “just as there is one in the New World. There shall be a dragon to guard him. All of this will be good, but he has to live. Jewel will see to that. Now, you go talk to him, I am gonna fetch her another bottle. They are there in that box inside the door. Grab one for yourself and one for Godric as well.”
Eric looked long and hard at the small dragon. “You and I, my friend, we are going to talk.”
“I know this to be true, my King,” he bowed his head and left.
“King of fucking what!” Eric felt like yelling. Instead he righted himself and went to talk with his maker.
“Where is Jewel?” Godric asked. “How is she? O.I. flew us both here and I have not seen her since,” he said struggling to sit up in bed.
“She is fine,” Eric said with a smile and sitting down on the bed took Godric’s hand. “I believe she is presently eating the dragon that betrayed her to Shesmu and drinking the Gator’s Finest. Which will help her to heal. She will be in with you after she is finished. I don’t think freshly slain dragon keeps very long so it must all be consumed. And there was something about having to have the first couple of bites while the meal is still alive so that she can retain their ember and flame.”
“That would make a mess,” Godric smiled. “It is good to see you child,” he placed his hand on top of Eric’s. “So very good to see you,” he wept. “Seeing you Eric, it is the first time in an age that I have had an appetite.”
“Most excellent,” Eric smiled as he flourished a bottle of tequila.
“What?” Godric drew back in the bed.
“My maker, you have been poisoned and this will correct that situation. Let me begin at the beginning. You are not dragon in your bones. You are human in your genetic makeup.”
“I however, am,” Eric acknowledged. “I carry the dragon DNA marker. So when you drained me, you acquired enough dragon blood to affect you in haphazard ways. This is probably what drew Shesmu to you. He smelled or perhaps tasted something familiar or something that he wanted. That would be dragon.
Now, there is a rock called Dragon’s Blood. It is very dangerous to dragons. If their skin or claws rub against it or if dragon flames while around it, it can cause it to explode. Fine particles in the air can cause you to sicken and die. This is what has happened to you.
They had peppered the suite you were living in with it. Now that you are no longer exposed to it, you should start to feel a bit better.
The vampire has been fighting this malady. So much so that the vampire is almost depleted. There is a bit of my dragon blood in you still that is ailing. It must be cleansed. We can wash the particles out of your body and see what is left. But O.I. is of the firm opinion that you are going to be human.”
“By drinking tequila?” Godric smiled at his child. “Surely Eric…no, O.I. is wrong.”
“I hope that he is, but I do not think so,” Eric said softly.
With intense eyes, Godric was looking at his child. “How badly contaminated am I?” he asked.
Eric closed his eyes and shook his head. “O.I. says it will take 30 days, us working on you day and night, to rid your body of this toxin. I will be here during the day, Jewel will hold you down at night. You will rage and scream and storm.”
“Hold me down…” his voice faltered. “And once I am clean?” he asked.
Eric shrugged. “My maker, we do not know what my dragon blood has done to you. Will it be unstable or has it just etched itself into your bones and is content to rest there?
This process,” he said straightforward. “You will want to meet the true death. We will not allow this to happen.”
“This all sounds so bleak,” he whispered. Then his yes focused again on the bottle and he snorted. “Tequila…”
“This is not just any tequila,” Eric wiggled his eyebrows. “This is O.I.’s own special recipe. I am beginning to think he moved his garden from some other dimension, here. That he saw this coming and acted accordingly. He sleeps with one eye open and chases the future, if you can believe what the little fucker says.”
Eric did also. “I trust him but I cannot give a rational explanation to any of this at this time. I only know what he told me that for you it will be thirty nights of hell and thirty days of the same. At which time, you shall rise from the ashes and be the 2,000 year old human Lord Judge Authority for the continent.”
“Human,” he shivered. “And not the true death. And Jewel will be there with me?” he asked.
“Yes,” Eric nodded.
“Then let us get started. Hand me the bottle.”
For two hours, Godric politely sipped the tequila and gagged. When the sun began its trek above the horizon, he closed his eyes and said, “I am tired now. I am going to rest.”
“Fine,” Eric responded. “I will sit here with you.”
“Child,” Godric opened his eyes, “you will burn. Go to your day rest.”
“That is no longer required,” Eric responded. “And I shall sit here with you until Jewel returns.”
Looking Eric over carefully, he nodded his head and closed his eyes, growled and then opened them. He looked straight ahead and said, “I wish to see the sun rise. Please help me to the balcony.”
“No,” Eric shook his head. “There might be enough vampire left in you that you would burn.”
Godric cut his eyes to Eric. “Are you going to rule my life for the next thirty days,” he hissed.
“Myself and others if that what it takes,” Eric replied handing a bottle of tequila to Godric. “Have a sip before you rest.”
“No thank you,” he said as he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Eric spent the morning monitoring the news. The fallout of his revelation from last night was staggering.
At lunch, Lafayette brought in a tray of food and together they sat out on the balcony.
“Have been getting phone calls none stop. Eric, I have set you up for tonight at ten. There will be a town hall meeting, so to speak, in the Speidel Theatre. There will be reporters from around the globe.”
“What am I discussing?” he asked.
O.I. uncurled from around Lafayette’s neck. “The truth as we know it,” the king of the dragon’s began.
“And would that also happen to include to where my bride popped out to?” he asked, his voice dripping honey while destruction shown from his eyes.
“Yes, my king,” O.I. nodded.
Eric’s fist hit the table and everything on top of it jumped. Lafayette grabbed his coffee cup while it was airborne and O.I. seized the tequila bottle and had a drink.
“There are such things as The Fae,” the king of the dragons began. “Fairies. We live in another realm or dimension, if you will.
Not content to fuck up our own realm,” he took another big swallow, “there were some that decided to come here and fuck up Earth. Dragons were the first. I admit that. We love riding the thermals here. Plus, we will fuck anything,” he said with his eyes downcast, “and here was a whole new realm with creatures we had never…you now…fucked before…” his voice trailed off.
Eric rolled his eyes. “Were shit,” he hissed. “Because you wanted to try some strange pussy,” he glared, “you…you…” by this time he was standing and blue sparks were shooting from his eyes!
“Yes my king,” he nodded. “I am shamed and shame heaped upon me, but yes, that is truth.”
“Fucking Were shit!” Eric yelled. “Are you fucking kidding me? I am supposed to stand before the world and tell them fairies really do exist and they came here because they wanted to have sex with beings they have had never fucked before?” he roared.
“Yes my king,” O.I. nodded meekly. “But I know you will phrase it in much kinder words than that.”
Eric’s fist once more hit the table, this time destroying it.
Sitting back down he righted his cuffs and his jacket. “Please,” he smiled, “continue.”
“Well, and not just sex,” O.I. said, deep in thought. “There were those, like Shesmu,” he said looking at Eric. “He was a lesser in the royal house of the fae and he wanted more. He warred a bit and when he got his ass kicked and was told to behave, he came here, wanting to be a god,” he coughed into his paw and looking a bit embarrassed continued on. “We also come here for power and glory and wanting to be worshipped. He is a good example of that.”
Eric was beginning to rub the bridge of his nose. “This is a headache coming on moment,” he hissed. “I find I remember those clearly from my human days,” he smiled as his fangs popped down. “So this came to be because of sex and power,” Eric rolled his eyes. “What a cliché! Fucking Were shit…” he said shaking his head.
“Yes my king,” O.I. whispered, looking very serious as he nodded in agreement.
“What?” Eric snickered. “No drugs?”
“Well,” O.I. cleared his throat. “We do find the lavender that grows here to be very mood enhancing. We do like the karaoke machine when we are mellow.”
“No,” Eric shook his head. “Just fucking do not go there. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll. Fae are the cliché!”
“Yes my king, of course,” O.I. nodded in agreement. “Now continuing on.”
“Oh yes please,” Eric snickered. “Tell me more. I am especially pleased to be sitting here waiting to hear about how I got to be king and don’t leave out Sookie.”
“Well,” O.I. took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to Lafayette. “You get to be king and queen of the fae because of your heritage. The king must rank on a dragon king and the queen must rank on a fae queen.
HRM Sookie, and here is an amusing story,” the dragon chuckled. “Really has auburn hair, high cheekbones and green eyes. When you brought here to that charily ball, I shit myself!” he chuckled.
Eric glared at him and O.I. swallowed back a chuckle and went on.
“HRM Sookie was the only child born to HRMs Felix and Wands.
They were kindly sorts and not big into correcting wrong doing and things got a little out of hand. Fae things began to disappear. For instant the linking lasso and the twillers. The twillers, those are the small slug like creatures that you use to test for Supernaturals. By the way, HRM Sookie has now released all of those from their bondage and they have been called home. At some point you will need to address that,” O.I. said thoughtfully.
“No fucking kidding,” Eric smirked.
“Well yes,” O.I. cleared his throat and continued on. “And other things disappeared from the realm that would appear magical here on Earth.
So, when her parents both passed into the light, and since she had no mate and her cousins were encroaching on each other and her, she came here to discover what had happened. She figured there would be enough infighting amongst her relatives that she would not be missed for the next thirty-to-forty years, Earth time.
So, HRM Sookie sat me down and said O.I., King of the Dragons, here is what I am going to do and here is what I need you to do.
So I dreamed and looked into the future and I told her that she need to be a foundling to a couple by the name of Corbett and Michelle Stackhouse. That her daddy was going to be taking his wife and son to New Orleans to live for a year while he worked on an oil rig out in the ocean. When they returned to Bon Temps, they would announce to the relatives that this was baby Sookie and surprise! Look! We can keep a secret!
So HRM Sookie released her fae-ness to the winds and with me watching over her transformation, she became a human baby. I glamoured the hell out of the Corbett, Michelle and Jason and placed her with them. So when the family returned to Bon Temps they moved home with their daughter who was three months old.”
“So Sookie had no fae abilities growing up.” Eric stated.
“Correct my king. Except for the fact that she was a telepath. We have no idea where that came from; had to be her human gene pool, because she was not as fae.”
“Noted,” Eric nodded, “moving on.”
“So, I set myself to dreamn’ and watchin’ for the future. When it came time for her to come here her attitude was, if we figured it out, fine. And if we didn’t…well, she would just live out her days as human and when she died, she would pass back into the light. Sure enough, my timeline was correct. The vampires came out and ratted out all the other Supes and this gave us a place to start.”
“What?” Eric leaned in closer.
“What?” O.I. echoed back.
“She would die as human? Why not recall her powers and go back to fae?”
“Yes,” O.I. took a deep breath and let it out. “She would die as human. It was impossible for her to recall her powers. Plus, she had no real reason to return to her home. My king,” O.I. bowed his head. “It was impossible for her to marry. There was no male from the required dragon line. Therefore, she could not produce an heir. She was constantly guarding her back. She could trust no one. Her life from that point on would indeed by a living hell.
And they were looking to send her into the light. For when she died, that HRM line died out and a new one could begin. And they were warring for that right and opportunity.
But you changed that,” O.I. said softly, “my king,” he bowed his head. “You changed that.
The dragon line that HRM Sookie is descended has died out in Fae. That would be the Sowilo line.”
Eric raised an eyebrow. “The Runes, Sowilo?” he asked.
“Yes,” O.I. nodded. “The youngest brother, Rand’all’x’Sowilo disappeared. We did not know to what dimension. But he never returned. We just all assumed that he took a non-dragon wife and if she wore Rand as a torque, her life would have been very long, but could not possibly be as long as a dragon’s.
When his mate died, he died afterwards, for that is the way of the dragon.
But the children of Rand’all’x’Sowilo lived on. And his descendent sits before me now. You carry the magic of your great forefather, courtesy of your grandmother, and this bears witness to who you are in your bones.”
“So, did Sookie recognize me?” he asked.
“No,” O.I. shook his head. “We have all heard the legends of the lasso. But we have not seen one since before my time. When it attached to her, I am sure she knew you were a direct descendent of a fae, fae in your bones, so to speak. But a race memory, no, we do not carry those reminiscences.”
“So how did I get to be king?” he asked.
“Well…you are a Sowilo, the only line that she can mate with and produce heirs.
You both wore the lasso and survived the humbling of your selves. Each becoming less so that you both could become more.
You performed the spiritual blood sharing dragon mating ritual.
You had sex with her as a dragon while in a fairy ring. You woke the stones to stand guard over this sacred place the two of you had shared until the rising of the sun.
There was the signing of the official document and witnessed by a member of the realm, I, O.I., the king of the dragons.
I also witnessed the mating that followed the ceremony. Our queen consummated her marriage to her king.
With this done, our queen could reclaim her fae-ness.” O.I chuckled. “According to legend, the only way a fae may do that is to draw it from the Dragon Stone,” he laughed out loud.
Eric growled at him.
“Oh, sorry. But the nuance of fate strikes again. Dragon Stone, my king, is hard to come by. Dragons want it gone and according to our histories, dragons have been known to flame it a great distance to watch it explode. And those that wish to kill off the present king and queen who could draw power from it want it gone as well. You always know when someone is planning a coup. There is a very discreet search for Dragon Stone and when those whispers hit the air, all take notice and take sides.
It has been an age and an age since it has been seen. But there it was for our queen to use to rise from her humanity and to pull into herself her magic.
Our realm is once more whole. We stand with a king and queen. You may live apart but until one of you enters the light, but married you are.”
“And you know all this?” Eric asked him. “Have you known all along?”
“I knew there would be success. The specifics, I only knew it my king as it unfolded,” O.I replied.
Eric rubbed his face with his hands. “The press is going to want to know all manner of things and answers to their questions. One of the biggest is can the humans now have fairy godmothers? Give it to me down and dirty.”
“Well yes, but those are some mean fuckers. The smallest carry something like a needle tip sword. They will poke you in the eye with it. Does not do any damage but hurts and will cause you to scream. The bigger ones carry a rod with a knob on one end. Will whack you with it if you are not on task. If you set your alarm to get up at 06 every mornin’, there will be no hitting the snooze button. Same with eating your vegetables and cleaning up the kitchen or whatever task you have to accomplish. You stop for a beer or a joke and whack! You are back on task that quick. If you say you are gonn’a write your Christmas cards and get them mailed on Saturday, you can forget that last-minute better deal of going shopping with your friends. You will be sittin’ there until it is done. So tell them not to be wishin’ on a star for that. Fairy godmothers is a curse and not a blessing.”
“I have many other questions,” Eric eyed him.
“I know you must, my king,” O.I. nodded. His voice was very low and tender as he added, “Our queen knew that you had to see to your maker and that it would be a process to cure him. That he would need your time and tenderness. And your strength of will. He will not want to drink the Gator’s Finest. But he must. Until he is human, this is the only fluid he will be able to hold down. When he screams for blood, and he will, just pour the tequila down his throat.”
Eric closed his eyes and shook his head.
“It is going to get so ugly,” the small dragon continued with a tender voice, “you will think God has turned His back on you. If he gets the bleeds, make him drink. If he screams of eternal thirst, make him drink. If he cries and sobs and soaks the bed with his tears make him drink. You are going to hate this,” O.I said gently. “And Godric is going to hate it most of all.”
“Before you speak tonight, Lafayette and I need to be back in Louisiana. All eyes will be tuned in to you but the locals are gonna’ have questions once you finish up. We need to be in Baton Rouge so we will see to Miss Jewel and then depart. We are saying our goodbyes now.”
Eric glared at O.I. but nodded in agreement. There was a rustling sound coming from within the room. Eric turned his head and was gone when he heard Godric scream!
“It has started,” O.I. said to Lafayette. “The uglies of what Godric is going to go through. Let us go check on Jewel. She should be finishing up. We will out brief her and then we has gots to haul ass.”
Lafayette could not believe that this was the same dragon they had placed here earlier! Her eyes were no longer clouded and her skin was scaled and fierce-looking. When she spoke, there were small smoke rings that escaped from her mouth.
Lafayette was listening intently to the conversation the two dragons were having.
“Tough love,” O.I. kept repeating. “You has got to want to make him stay ‘cause he is gonna’ reach a deep and lost place of depravity and soul un-doing. He tries to hurt you, you hurt him,” O.I. stressed. “No feelin’ sorry for him. He will be doin’ enough of that for himself. He slaps you, you slap him back and let your claws drag across his face. Tough love,” O.I. repeated one last time. “Our king is in with him now. You will have the night shift and HRM will have the day and between the two of you, you drag his ass back to this reality.”
Nodding her head and putting the steel into her eyes, she went forth to conqueror death.
Eric’s hours with the camera crews were from 2200 hrs until 02. Four hours a night he gave them and that was all. The first week and a half was about Hitler. There were photos of the bunkers, speculation of when it had been built. Where Hitler had been until it was finished. Patiently, he fielded the same questions over and over, different voices filled with concern wanting to know the how and why. Eric did the best he could to answer them and when he did not know he was not embarrassed to say, “I do not know.” He did not care if they talked and speculated it to death. Each new dark brought them a day closer to healing Godric and being able to introduce him as the human that would be the Lord Authority Judge on this continent.
When that subject had been talked to death, Sameul had planted in the crowd someone who asked the question about Eric being a freedom fighter during the war. She had a photo. Was that the Lord Negotiator? There had always been stories about some super beings in the Resistance during WWII.
Eric motioned the person forward and nodded saying, “Yes, that is myself and some of my friends. We assisted the Allies in what ever way we could to slow the Nazi’s down and to help the Allies push forward.”
His next seven nights were spent answering questions about the war as the historians called in questions.
Eric was charming and engaging and ruthless in describing the different ways they disposed of the enemy. He did not consider himself a hero. He was just doing what needed to be done. This was a part of his life he thought he would never discuss, especially with humans, but here he was, buying more time before the grueling questions about the fae started. Because that was certainly the direction he was herding them.
Returning to his home, he sat for a moment and watched the waves pound upon the white sand that sparkled in the moonlight. It was good to rest his spirit. The nights were easy compared to the days. The days were horrific and Godric would flash from his early vampire days to the days when he was a human and a priest to his people to something that he did not recognize and would scream for hours on end if given the opportunity to do so. Every time he opened his mouth in protest, a bottle of tequila was shoved into it.
Once or twice his maker had dropped his claws and made for Eric’s heart. Blocking his hand, Eric had crushed his fingers and broken his wrist.
He knew Jewel was just as tough. Godric would rage at her and she would slap him upside the head with her paw and had once or twice knocked him out. Dragon trumped vampire every time, he would hear O.I.say. When Godric would come to, he would hiss at her and say vile things, but he kept himself under control.
Jewel would need her break. He had dawdled long enough. Standing, he headed up stairs and the first thing he noticed was the quiet and then the weeping.
“Is that what you wish, Godric, to end yourself?” she sobbed. “To take my love with you back into the light? Was it not enough I was betrayed by my own kind, my children killed…” she wept. “Eaten before my very eyes,” you could hear the horror and the heartbreak in her words. “And now you would do the same to me. I would walk with you into the light and never know the love of this child that shall not be that rests inside of me.”
Eric froze! Well yes…O.I. had said that dragons mated with humans. Was he such a sexist that he thought only male dragons mated with females?
“I have not lain with you in an age,” came the smug yet cautious reply.
“I carry your essence within me in the egg that has not yet fertilized. I did not know that until I regained my full dragon-esk. My body is once more strong and capable of bearing young.”
“So…so…” Godric’s voice was very quiet. “So you are pregnant.”
“I will be if I shift to human,” she answered. “Our son has human DNA, therefore I must shift to human to nurture him and give birth. I can understand that you are tired of this. Of leaving the vampire behind and once more being less. That instead of continuing here, you wish to return to the light. Just know, because I am your mate, I will die from a broken heart and follow you there.”
His maker was sobbing, gut wrenching cries and wails of anguish…and maybe something more.
“All you have to do is drink, my beloved,” and Jewel’s voice sounded different. Human, as he heard her sit down on the bed.
“Do not look to tomorrow, or today. Just live in this one moment. And all you have to do is drink.”
“How could you do this?” Godric sobbed. “Why would you do this? Take this fragile form?”
“Godric,” Eric smiled when he heard her laugh. “I love you. And I would walk as human the rest of my days to be by your side.”
Eric leaned in and saw a small petite woman with flaming red hair holding Godric in her arms. “ A child my beloved,” she cried with him. “A son. Strong and smart and handsome like his father. And just and fair and his heart so good that I weep. I have seen him and he shall be a blessing to us.”
There was the familiar glug, glug, glug of the bottle and then Jewel suggesting a bath. Which was perfect. “Time to alert the staff,” Eric grinned. “They can change out the bedding along with the mattress.”
Taking out his phone, he hit face time. “Godric is on track,” Eric said to O.I. as he went back downstairs. “They are going to have a child and…” Eric stopped because O.I was smirking.
“So, you knew. Knew all along did you?” he asked.
“Yes,” he grinned. “Jewel smelled of another dragon. Knew it was the child.”
Eric arched his eyebrow. “So you know what this means. Tonight starts the fae briefing.”
“We are ready my king,” O.I. grinned. “Do us proud!”
“Fuck you,” Eric gave him the finger and then hung up.
The day actually passed pleasantly. Godric was clean and had walked out with Jewel to enjoy the beach and smiled the entire time. When they came in, Eric had them settled back in front of the TV and Godric got caught up on what Eric had been doing for the past several weeks.
As they talked they both sipped from a bottle. Godric held it up to the light and asked, “What is this, exactly?”
Eric shrugged. “O.I. moved his garden here from Fae, the Land of the Two Blue Moons, he calls it. It is grown in volcanic ash in Mexico. That is all I know. I think that is all O.I. knows as well.”
“Thank you Eric,” Godric smiled at him as he raised Jewel’s hand to his lips for a kiss.
“You are more than welcome,” Eric grinned and bowed at the waist and left them to their dreaming.
Eric had showered, shaved, fidgeted with the ring on his left hand, cussed at the fae world in general, one queen in particular and got dressed. Tonight was all about negotiating for the fae!
It was about proceeding carefully. Dragons would still be trusted and true and would enforce the Supernatuarls; with two humans that both had a supernatural bent heading up the Lord Authority Judges. They could be transparent up to a point. But the human population did not need to know that Were wolves ate their dead packmaster so that a new packmaster could ascend. “Fucking Were shit,” he hissed as he fixed his ascot. “I do not even want to know that.”
At that moment Pamela called. “No,no and no,” he shook his head as he picked up the phone.
“Hello my maker,” she began, “I am still in Israel. May I say just how charming you are and how handsome you are looking. They are doing a good job with your makeup.”
“No,” he replied. “Whatever it is no. I do not care if they have made you an honorary member of the Mossad. No. Get your ass home.”
Pam pouted, Eric arched his eyebrow and smiling at him she hung up.
“I have a headache,” he sighed, “and a great big pain in my ass,” he said looking at his phone. “Time to put on my happy face…just where the fuck did I leave it?”
So, the briefing went as he pretty much expected it. Important questions—but always back to this one: “No,” he lost count of the times he had said it. “You do not want a fairy godmother. They are just mean fuckers. Remember, the needle into the eye and the rod with knob on it for non-stop whacking.”
In all total, it took Eric six weeks to get everything lined up, agreed upon and put into place. Godric was greeted and Silver Ingne, S.I., O.I’s brother, was cast into the role of protector/enforcer for the happy couple.
Samuel had come to fly with him back to Louisiana. There had been no time to talk face to face and the small amounts of face time had left Eric wanting more of his brother and his calm, soothing advice.
When they entered Eric’s home in Baton Rouge, there in the living room was the fluorescent orange glow of a diplomatic pouch.
Eric grinned as he kicked it into the fireplace and watched it catch fire. “I do not give a fuck,” was all he said as he poured them both a drink. “This is a good time and place to be. I think we have a ruling body that will hold in the Old World as well as the New. Godric was indeed what was needed to bring the continent on-line. His two thousand years of wisdom will hold them in good stead. And for those that think not, S.I. will toast them to nothingness, since Jewel is busy gestating their child.”
Samuel chuckled and then became quiet. “So, is it time, do you think, to call on Sookie?”
“Past time…” Eric began and then shook his head. “She was right. All this needed to be put in place before I could even begin to think about…about…” he shrugged, “being married, being king of the fae…being the last one of a royal dragon lineage.”
“So what do you need to do?” Samuel asked. “To see her? To talk to her? How do you get through to another dimension?”
Eric shrugged. “I do not know, but I will speak with O.I. before sunrise. We will meet up with them in Lafayette’s home in the Garden District. But for this old dark, I just want to sit here and talk with my brother. I have missed you and what did finally happen to Hitler?”
“Oh…” Samuel chuckled wickedly and began his story gory detail by horrific gory detail.
Breakfast was being catered in. Lafayette was hungry for everything and O.I. had a hankering for Mexican. A fifteen foot long double-sided buffet ruled the morning!
When Eric and Samuel rang the doorbell at 06, china, silver and napkins, of the cloth variety were laid out and waiting. The orange juice was cold and the tequila was smooth and the food was hot!
The foursome had chatted over breakfast and talked some business and refilled plates, cups and shot glasses.
O.I. was helping himself to another Grand Marnier chocolate dipped strawberry while Lafayette dipped a rice krispie bar in a small chocolate fountain.
Eric pushed back from the salmon filled crepe.
“I must say,” he nodded to the library. “Lafayette, is that a karaoke machine you have set up in there?” he asked.
“Yes, sometimes, my little man’s and me, we sing along. Puts us in the moods for restin’ easy after a big day or getting down and dirty for a big case that is comin’ our way.”
“Oh,” Eric nodded. “I see the sense in that. To-war music, if need be.”
“That is exactly correct,” the dragon smiled as he refilled his shot glass.
O.I. winked at Samuel and blew him a kiss.
“And speakin’ of to-war,” Lafayette raised an eyebrow, “last I heard Miss Sookie was engaged in a war herself. How is she doin?” he asked.
O.I. wiggled his eyebrows at Samuel. Samuel said nothing as he downed his tequila and sat back to enjoy what he thought was going to be a one-of-a-kind show.
“I do not know,” Eric answered with a glare in his eyes. “O.I. have you heard from her?”
“No my king,” he shook his head. “I have been busy here, implementing new policies that you have negotiated with the human ruling bodies. I have had no time to go home and speak to her.”
“Well,” Eric smiled. “My work here is finished for a while. I could spare a day or two I think, and check in with her and see if she has things under control and when she will be returning home.”
“Ah-h-h-h-h my king,” O.I. looked pained. “When you called me about humans visiting Fae, remember I told you that was impossible because nothing of theirs was there to tie them to that place. Therefore, they could not travel there.”
Eric raised an eyebrow at O.I. and then hissed. “Are you telling me that I cannot go there?”
“Well yes, my king,” O.I responded carefully. “But I would happily take a message for you.”
“Take a message?” his voice got louder. “I am the King of the Two Blue Moons, is that correct?”
“Yes, my king. Oh yes. That is a fact and we acknowledge you as such.”
“Acknowledge me as such…” his voice trailed off and it held a hint of being pissed off. “You had better not be fucking with me,” Eric glared at the small dragon.
“No, my king, no,” he replied, his voice hushed. “I would not.”
O.I. started to speak and then hesitated.
“What?” Eric glared at him. “Have you had yet another mysterious revelation?” His voice was getting louder.
“Well, in theory,” O.I. became very serious. “I guess something of yours does reside there.”
“Oh?” Eric asked. “Do you reference Sookie?”
“No,” O.I. said. “She is not physically a part of you. But can you not hear them?” he asked.
“Hear whom?” he responded standing and grabbing O.I. by the neck and shaking him around. “You listen to me you little worm,” he said through clenched teeth. “I have had enough of this. I am married, but have no wife. I am a king and have no kingdom. Just what is it I have and I cannot hear?”
“Their heartbeats, my king. Your son and your daughter. Their heart beats, inside their mother.”
Eric dropped O.I. and stood still and listened. “Twins,” he said as tears rolled down his checks and his eyes started to glow blue and take on a calculating look. “Lafayette, I am in need of the box. The lasso has been returned to it?”
“Of course,” he replied, handing it to him off the coffee table. Eric tucked it away and smiled nastily and paused as reality hit home!
“She took herself and my children and left me here!” he roared as he shifted to the largest dragon O.I. had ever seen and Eric, the king of the kingdom of the Two Blue Moons popped out. The vortex he left behind sucking the dinning room furniture and food along with him as Lafayette and O.I. held onto Samuel for dear life!
When all became quiet, all three righted themselves. “To the library,” Lafayette said with a bowing motion while twirling his hand with his finger-pointing the way.
“We have been practicing this special for HRM Eric,” the dragon and judge said together and then both laughed out loud.
“Brother Samuel, feel free to sing along. This fineness is a duet, brought to you by Willy Nelson and Julio Iglesias,” Lafayette said as he turned it on and the boys started cheering and they all stood, waving their lit-up phones. Their voices harmonized nicely.
*To all the ones Eric has seduced, before…Just know that Eric will sex you up nevermore….”
At the end there was a rousing cheer for their fine and somewhat bawdy interpretation of the song. They all took a bow while they howled with laughter.
“HRM Sooks has got him by the short hairs,” O.I. chuckled. “And he likes it.”
*Written by Albert Hammond, Hal David • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management US, LLC
My intent from the beginning of this story was for Sookie to be a changeling. I tossed a couple of different ideas around and settled for the one I put in place.
The epilogue, which will follow, was to be just a one shot. Well yes, you know how I am at writing one shots. (Please stop snickering, you know I can hear you!) So here is the backstory to the epilogue.
As always, thanks for reading!
Be blessed and be the blessing,