The characters of the Southern Vampire Mysteries belong to Miss Charlaine Harris. No infringement on my part is intended. The characters on True Blood belong to Mr. Alan Ball. No infringement on my part is intended.
I have no BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes are my own.
This story is rated M.
It had been a long night. Sookie sat up in bed and listened to the birds as the sun came pushing up to spoil the quiet and make her start the day. “Damn it all to hell, anyway,” she sniffled.
During the loneliness of the night, she had made some hard decisions. She had called Jason and left him a message. He had called her back and said that if he was in the will, fine, but other than that not to bother him.
So, she took that to mean she could do as she pleased in regards to the funeral.
“Funeral,” the word caught in her throat. “Folks will come calling, better get my sad, broken-hearted ass up and get going. Coffee…I need coffee. Lots of coffee.”
As she went downstairs, there was a knock on her door. Looking out she started to cry in earnest. Opening the door, she wrapped herself around Lafayette.
“Come on now Sugar,” he rubbed her back. “Come on now. Let it all out and let his La La Fineness in. I brought breakfast.”
“Okay,” she sniffled as she stepped away and he picked the picnic basket up off the porch swing and came inside.
“Were you there last night?” she asked.
“Yes, got there late. But did appear in time to watch you make your grand entrance.
Do not cry,” he said to her as he brushed away the tears. “You did good. More than good. You have to drinky any of that swill they was pushin’?” he asked.
“No,” she shook her head as she made coffee.
“That’s good, cause I did not either. Which caused me to take note of an interesting effect. Some one would get a beer, take a sip and their eyes would dilate and then go back to normal. You had to be watchin’ or you would have missed it. That only happened if the beer was fresh.”
“What?” Sookie looked at him with horror on her face.
“They done spiked the Kool-Aid baby girl,” he nodded. “And it wears off after a bit and a bit.
Gran had a heart attack. That was clear. Whatever they spiked this with, I think it helped her along.”
“Can we prove that?” she asked.
“Coroner will have the final say. If he finds something, it will be in his report and we can move forward. But if they spelled this…this…” he shook his head. “Then we is just blowin’ righteous smoke up no one’s ass.
Now, I was on the phone to New Orleans askin’ bout Dar-r-ryl-l-l,” he trilled out. “He tried to work his agenda there and was laughed out-of-town. In N.O. it is a real honor for a gentleman to be seen squiring about an older practitioner. The farther north you go, the less that is seen. And I understand about getting’ lonely.”
“Yes,” Sookie sighed, “me too.”
“So La La is gonna’ do French toast and there is the door already. Ghouls! Do you want me to answer and send them away?”
“No, might as well get this started.
“I’ll cook, you go talk. When breakfast is ready, I will come out and run them off.”
“Thanks,” she nodded, wiped her eyes and headed for the door. Opening it, she then opened the screen door and said,
“Mrs. Fortenberry and Mrs. James, please come in. Lafayette is here fixing me breakfast. Could I interest you in some coffee?”
“No child,” Mrs. James said. “Just offer us a chair.”
“Perhaps in the kitchen with Lafayette,” Mrs. Fortenberry nodded. “He needs to hear this as well.”
“Okay,” she nodded.
Sitting down, Mrs. James began. “We are here, Sookie because Adele has died and you are now head of the coven.”
“What?” she yelped. “What coven?”
“The Glorious Dead Coven,” Maxine said, smoothing out her shirt.
“No,” Sookie shook her head. “The Glorious Dead…that is remembering those that died in the Civil War.’
“Well yes,” Mrs. James said. “That is correct. But we are also all witches. Our families have been witches since we settled here. And the Stackhouse women have always been our Wicca-in-charge, so to speak, or in our hierarchy, the goddess.”
“Are you kidding me?” she gasped.
“No,” both women shook their heads. “Not at all.”
“Now, your gran was going to tell you this morning. Sit you down and tell you about the cancer and her being the goddess to our coven. But Fate has removed that from her hands and here we sit.”
“What type of cancer?” Sookie asked.
“It was malignant Melanoma,” Maxine said gently. “By the time it was found, it was too late.
Sookie, Adele loved you. And she missed your grandpa. But she enjoyed Daryl’s company. Hell, we all do,” she said shrugging.
“Now, Maxine and I don’t believe in the messiah miracle baby business, but damn, it is nice to be touched by someone else’s hands.”
“We would like to have her funeral during a Glorious Dead meeting,” Maxine patted Sookie’s hand. “If you need some help payin’, we are all willin’ to chip in.”
“Thanks,” Sookie said. “It is right that she be surrounded by her friends. I’ll let you know.”
“Thank you dear,” they both smiled at her.
“Spread the word,” Sookie said as they stood. “I am not your goddess. I am not attending your meetings. And if you have been dancing naked around out in my woods, that shit stops. I had better not ever catch you doing that. I will fill you with bird shot.”
“Sookie…” Maxine began.
“I see it,” she said. “Why Daryl sent you out here. Two of Gran’s friends. Women I have known all my life. Well you all just take a vote among yourselves and figure your shit out. I am not a part of this.
Now, I think breakfast is ready. Thank you for stopping by. I know Gran would have been pleased to see you.”
“This way,” Lafayette said. “Sookie if you will plate us up, I will see them out the door.”
“Thank you,” she said as he led them away. Washing her face in the sink, she was drying it when he came back in.
Lafayette took down two plates. “Mrs. James, she hissed at me as she went out the door.”
“What?” Sookie said, the spatula stopping in mid-air.
“Told me to keep my fine ass out of your business if I knew what was good for me.”
“What?” Sookie hissed. “She threatened you?”
“No,” Lafayette replied, “she threatened you.”
“Can’t scare me,” Sookie said with surety. “I am covered in the blood of Jesus.”
“You and me both baby girl. But in the mean time, La La will be bringing you his shotgun as well. Along with himself. Just gonna move myself in upstairs until this dies down, or they just die.”
Later that day, when Sookie heard about the fiery crash that had claimed Mrs. James and Mrs. Fortenberry all she could think was, “From Lafayette’s mouth to God’s ears.”
The next two days were a blur. The entire town was in mourning. Shops had closed and people were seen gathering together in the town square to mourn the passing of the three. Death always happened in threes. The Grim Reaper walked and took who he would, but he always took three.
Andy stopped by. “Got the coroner’s report. Adele’s body has been released to the Miggins Funeral Parlor.”
“Thanks Sheriff,” she nodded. “Lafayette and I will go right now.”
When they arrived out in the country, they were greeted at the front door. “Name please?” Harriet Miggins asked.
“Sookie Stackhouse. I have the coroner’s report here. And here is my driver’s license. I want to see Adele Stackhouse.”
“Well, she is not yet made up, dear. And there is the matter of signing the contract.”
“If I might,” Sookie began. “I said yes to Miggins because you have a crematorium here on the premises. I am paying to have her cremated right now. While we watch her body go into the furnace. And that is all I am paying for. Show me a contract and I will sign that. If you do not, you can keep her and bury her in a pauper’s grave. That is another reason I said yes to you. The state will reimburse you whenever that takes place.”
“Well, the furnace…”
“We are leaving,” Sookie said.
“Of course, one minute. Let me speak to my husband.”
Less than five minutes later she returned. “Let’s look at the contract. Phil is turning on the gas. We get through this and we’ll be ready. Now, will this be cash, check or charge?”
“Charge,” Sookie replied. “Half now and half when I pick up the ashes.”
They took Adele Stackhouse out on a gurney. Her only finery was a body bag.
“Unzip it all the way,” Sookie said when they arrived at the door. “She came into this world with nothing but the love of her family, she is leaving this world with nothing but the love of her family.”
“Amen,” Lafayette nodded. “From dust we were created and to dust we return.”
“Amen,” Sookie said.
Sookie kissed her gran on the forehead one last time and stood back as Mr. Miggins slid the body onto the trolley and they watched the door as her body was pulled into the oven. Mr. Miggins went to the back and closed that door and then came back to the front and locked that one into place. “There will be a smell…” he began.
“I want to smell it,” Sookie replied, gripping Lafayette’s hand.
Miggins adjusted the controls in front of him and Sookie knew without a doubt, her gran was not coming back.
“How long?” Sookie asked. “I want to pick up the ashes, today.”
“This afternoon,” Mrs. Miggins replied. “It takes about two hours and maybe a bit depending on the humidity and other factors.”
“Put the ashes in this metal box,” Sookie took it out of her oversized handbag. “I don’t know if they will still be warm or not. But she leaves here today with us. Is there someplace close we can get lunch?” she asked.
“About two miles closer into Shreveport,” the Mrs. pointed. “Nice tea room.”
“Place have a name?” Lafayette asked as he took out his phone to pull the reviews.
“Death’s Door,” she smiled. “Yes, well…” was all she said as she shrugged. “They have a sense of humor.”
“Thanks. See you in two hours,” Sookie replied and taking Lafayette’s arm, they left.
They talked as they walked. “Reviews say the place is Goth. Good food, plenty of it if you don’t mind the death, motif.”
“I can deal,” Sookie replied. “Let’s sit in the car for five minutes then we are going back in.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “What’s up?” he asked.
“I do not know these people. I know they are certified by the state but weird shit happens. I do not want it happening to Gran. Also, I want to make sure she burns. I don’t want her coven thinking to call her back from the grave. They just struck me as the kind that might.”
“Thought you might be back,” Mrs. Miggins smiled at her when they walked through the door. “Will walk you out back. Jimmy is in with another.
“Thanks, “ Sookie shook her head.
Two hours later, they returned. Husband and wife were both waiting for her. “The bones have to be pulverized if you want to scatter her ashes,” the Mr. said.
“No,” Sookie replied. “She is going home to be buried in the pecan grove.”
“Most excellent,” he nodded. “This way.”
When the last of Gran had been swept out and into her box, Sookie said, “Let me pay you the rest of what I owe you then we will be on our way.”
Getting back in the car with Gran being carried clutched next to her, Lafayette took the box. “Where to?’ he asked.
“You remember that place Gran would take us to picnic on the Red River. We’d swim for a while and eat and swim a bit more then watch the sun go down and head on back home?”
“Sure I do. I still drive out there from time to time and think on things.”
“That is where we are scattering her ashes. And if anyone comes looking for her, they think to venture into my pecan grove, I am shooting their happy asses. Dead. Blood makes for good fertilizer.”
Lafayette and Sookie spent the rest of the day and late into the night, sitting around her fireplace and telling Gran stories.
Her phone chimed. “It is from Alcide. He wants to know if we want the pack to come out tomorrow night and howl for Gran?”
Lafayette shook his head no. “Did Gran know any Werewolves?”
“Not that I know of, but then what the fuck do I know?
No thanks,” she sent back. “Too mournful sounding,” she said out loud as she typed and hit send.
“That’s good,” Lafayette nodded. “Will help to keep that Were out of your panties.”
“What?” she eyed him.
“Hm-m-m-m, he wants some of your fineness. Drugged or no.”
“Fuccck no,” she replied. “Supernatural straight men are the dregs of the universe.”
“Yes, well, his La La Fineness says some not so straight fit description that as well.”
“Well just damn,” they both said and high-fived as Lafayette poured the both another shot of tequila.
Early the next morning, there stood a very handsome man at the door of the Miggins’ Funeral Home. Mr. Miggins put his coffee down and said to his wife. “I bet you a blow job this is the reason Adele Stackhouse was cremated yesterday.”
“Oh,” Gracie smiled at him. “I want a thousand dollars if you are wrong.”
“Can do,” he nodded as he wiped his lips and went to the door.
Opening the door he said, “Good morning. Who are you here to see?”
“Adele Stackhouse,” came his reply. “I understand she was brought here yesterday. Is she presentable?”
“She was cremated yesterday afternoon,” came his smooth reply, full of sorrow and regret.
“Oh?” and the black raven wing eyebrows pulled together to frame his blue eyes.
“I, I brought flowers, to have placed in her casket. May I place them in the urn?”
“I am sorry sir. What a lovely gesture but the body has been removed.”
“Oh, well yes, of course, thank you,” he said graciously as he lifted his hat from his head and bowed.
“All our deepest sympathies for your loss,” Miggins bowed his head as well. Locking the door, he headed back for the kitchen. “Most excellent,” he grinned. “Now, I think I shall read the morning paper while I have my morning blow job!”
“Read the paper,” his wife chuckled. “I’ll bet you a blow job and you will owe me a thousand dollars if you can make that happen.”
“I think I can do that, today,” he grinned as he opened the paper and steadied his hands on the table. “Please, be gentle with me,” he whimpered when she started.
“Start reading to me, out loud. If you stop or hesitate, I want cash.”
Kind words were said about Adele at the Glorious Dead meeting that took place in the First Baptist Church of BonTemps. Sookie was not in attendance.
Two days latter, kind words were said over the bodies of Mrs. Fortenberry and Mrs. James. Sookie was not in attendance for those either. “She is in mourning,” they all patted each other on the hand and sat and cried about the loss of three such fine women.
Sookie and Lafayette did walk over to the cemetery at the end of the day. “Someone even put up a wooden marker for Gran,” she smiled. “And they left flowers. That is sweet.”
Lafayette eyed the bouquet. “Has wolfsbane in it,” he said as he took a step back, pointed his index and middle finger at the flowers and hissed, “Keep back!”
“Brought the salt,” she grinned.
“Goods,” he grinned back. “Hand me some of that and let us get started. No one is gonna come walkin’ out of here, tonight.”
Lafayette was correct about that. It was quiet and peaceful as they walked back and the stars began to appear in the night sky.
“Sam called this morning, wanting to know when I was going back to work.”
“What about Gran’s soap makin’ business?” he asked. “You still gonna be able to do that?”
“Well, I have to keep doing that because we…I mean I no longer have her Social Security. So I’ll work a shift for Sam, come home and work the goats and chickens and make soap when I am not at Sam’s.”
“You want me to live with you and pay rent?” he asked.
“Lafayette, is that what you truly want to do?” she replied.
“No,” he sighed. “I likes havin’ my own own.”
“I know,” she smiled at him. “I appreciate the offer. I told Sam I would be in tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow morning I am going to see Doc Rollins. Have her talk me through just what did happen to Gran.”
I was sitting there with Doctor Rollins. She had been our family doctor for the past ten years. Doc Seems had finally passed on and when the town advertised, she answered the call. I liked her. She was blunt and to the point and had a very dry sense of humor.
She did a good job of explaining to me about how certain types of skin cancers can rampage through your body, seemingly over night. And that is what had happened to Gran. She had come in complaining of a headache that would not go away and on the back of her left shoulder, was a white colored cancer. Inside her body, it had taken on the shape of an icicle and had grown up her neck and into her brain.
“You look beat up,” she said to me. “You want me to write you a script so you can sleep? No more than a couple of pills. But it looks like a good nights rest would do you a world of good.”
“No thanks,” I replied. “I am getting enough sleep. Just tired. I mean tired, like taking a nap in the middle of the day tired. And thirsty.”
“You still getting your period?” she asked.
“What?” I asked back.
“You heard me. Those are sings of pregnancy. Now are you bleeding once a month? Yes or no?”
“Well,” I laughed out loud. “I mean yes, now that you mention it. I had a couple of really light days for the past two months and I’m not due to start for three more days.”
“Lucky you did not lose the baby,” she arched that eyebrow at me.
“No, oh no…” I laughed, again.
“Last time you had sex was…?” she asked smiling like the cat who you know, who could open the fridge door and got away with everything.
“Three months ago,” I said. And started to add, “And it was with a vampire so no, I am not pregnant.” But what the fuck…not opening that door!
“I can have you pee on a stick here and charge you an outrageous sum, or you can go to the Piggly Wiggly or the local drug store. They are all the same amount of accurate. When it says yes, come back and see me and I’ll prescribe pre-natal vitamins. That will give you a kick and to the baby a world of good as well. Or we could just skip the shopping excursion and I could listen for the baby’s heart beat right now. It really is something else when you hear it for the first time. Put’s a great big smile on your face.”
“No,” I said standing. “No to the listening,” I smiled at her. “I will see you,” I pointed my index finger at her, “for my annual check up and not before.”
Now she was laughing as I walked out of her office and through the lobby and off to Piggly Wiggly in Shreveport. If I were to purchase that in Bon Temps, it would be all over town before I got home.
Then I got home and peed on the stick. Like I said, looking at that… yes, my life just turned. Not on a dime, but on an $8.99 plus tax, pregnancy kit.
At that time, Lafayette walked in with a bowl of ice cream which looked like the most delicious thing I had ever seen!
“What?” he asked. “You are lookin’ at me like I am delicious. And I am, but this here is not for you. And just what is that you are holding? I have seen the commercials but never one up close and personal.”
Holding it up I nodded my head yes. “Pregnant.”
“Who you been with?” he asked. “Tells your La La. Cause you sure nuff did not catch this off no toilet seat. That’s a fact. Now spill it.”
“Vampire,” I said, low, under my breath.
“What? Who after that?”
“Vampire,” I said looking at him.
“Sookie,” he was shaking his head.
“He is still a vampire,” I said with a sigh. “Still a vampire.”
“Who?” he asked. “What vamp has got the gonads to get a human female in the family way?”
“Eric Northman,” I said staring him in the eyes.
“Well just oh shit,” he drew back. “He just might be the vampire who has got the balls to do that. Sookie…” Lafayette was shaking his head.
“Lafayette, Eric was my first, he was my last and here I am. I have nothing else to say. Except I have to call Sam and then go over and see him. How long do you think he will let me work?”
“Sookie,” Lafayette shook his head. “What are you going to do once you start showing. All the rednecks will be askin’ if your titties is makin’ milk yet and can they have some in their coffee. Really, you want to be the butt of those crude mouths? Them feelin’ you up as you go by with a full tray.”
“Arlene worked until Mikey was born,” I replied.
“Arlene is married Sugar and it does make a difference. Terry is right there in the kitchen with big sharp knives. No one sasses her. Sam cannot be everywhere and they would have a field day with you. Now how much money you got, how much did Gran have and how much do we make off this fine soap? La La can pimp it to this folks. Let’s talk facts. Like I am movin’ in, at least until things are figured out. I will pay you rent. My house cost me four fifty a month. Gladly will I give that to you.”
I felt like all the air had been let out of me and I sat down and started to cry. I was over come that my friend held me in such kind regard! As I boohoo’d Lafayette hand fed me his bowl of ice cream. “Come on, eat up. I saw you lookin’ at this when I walked in the door. After you eat and rest a bit, call Sam and tell him you are pregnant and not coming back. Then we’ll money ‘till we figure this out.”
Sam stood there staring at his phone. “Damn, did not see that comin’,” he said as he put the phone back in his pocket. Arlene stuck her head in his office. “When is Sookie comin’ back. I need a day off.”
“Not comin’ back,” was Sam’s thoughtful reply.
“As in not ever. Even after she is through grievin’?”
“Correct,” he nodded. “We are gonna need another full-time waitress. You think Linda wants the job?”
“Yes, her old man has left town, again. Know tellin’ when he will be back. She had moved back home with the kids.”
“I’ll call her,” Sam said as he pulled open his employee drawer and started going through files.
Arlene came in closed the door and sat down. “You look like someone just shot your best dog. What is goin’ on?”
“Not my news to tell,” was all he said.
“Sookie’s news huh? She elope?”
“No,” Sam replied as he pulled Linda’s file.
“So she engaged?” she pushed a little harder.
“No,” Same shook his head and his eyes shifted to Arlene. “Mind your own business.”
“Oh my gawd!” Arlene whispered. “Sookie is pregnant! With no weddin’ in sight…do you think that is what really killed her gran?”
“Please Arlene, do not be spreading gossip.”
“Will not, won’t do it!” she replied zipping her lips, closed. “Back to work. You too, boss. There is another woman out there. Don’t worry.”
“That obvious?” he asked.
“Just some of the time. Sadly, it was when we were packed and she was balancing a loaded tray and you would smile at her when she walked past. She’d say fuck you under her breath and serve up.”
“Oh,” he nodded his head in understanding. “Not very charming, huh?”
“Sam, you are an ass,” she chuckled as she stood and left, closing the door behind her to leave him with his oh so very late thoughts.
Sookie and Lafayette spent the night looking at all the money.
“If I pay rent,” he said, “that off-sets Merlotte’s. We will get the soap biz goin’ until it is a household name. You has just gots to believe.”
“I believe,” she said with gusto and high fiving Lafayette she broke into tears and sobbed until there was nothing left.
“I think I am done now,” she smiled at him through a swollen face. “That was for Gran, and all the other things that have gone wrong. But this,” she patted her tummy, “this is going to go right.”
“Amen and preach it sister!” Lafayette shouted and shewed her off to bed.
Sookie adjusted to the idea of having a baby. She checked out books and she and Lafayette scoured garage sales and thrift stores looking for bargains and one of a kind baby items. He had brought down the cradle from the attic and had sanded it down to bare wood. After carefully inspecting the slats in the bottom he produced it safe enough for the angel’s kiss to begin her life. All they needed was a mattress!
“If nothin’ else,” he had nodded as he ran his hand over the wood, “we’ll use our coupons and go to the fabric store and purchase what we needs to make one. Should be able to get somethin’ nice for next to nothin’.”
They sold their soap and eggs at summer festivals, farmer’s markets and even garage sales!
And to feel better about herself, she wore the ring that Eric gave her everywhere she went. She was not ashamed, but it did make her life easier. She had even done her own experiment. She went shopping one day without it on. Every red neck in ten counties found her and winked at her and licked their lips. Even the bagger! The next day she went back to the same store with the ring on. Not one anything and the bagger had remembered her from yesterday and had looked embarrassed and had called her ma’am.
“All about easy,” she told herself. “It is mine and I am wearing it!”
Sookie got out Gran’s old sewing machine and made bumper pad covers and small receiving blankets in whatever color Lafayette said was necessary.
Doctor Rollins charged her thirty dollars for her doctor’s visit. The good doc had agreed to let her deliver in her office as opposed to the hospital.
“But if there looks like the slightest problem,” the Doc would wave her finger around. “We are going to the hospital.”
Lafayette had been correct. They were getting by. The pecans would be in this fall and she would have enough money for taxes and for delivering the baby and for the next three months after the baby arrived. She would still be making soap but had no idea how much time the baby was going to take or how much soap she would actually get made. So they worked that into the budget.
She was seven months along and feeling very round and happy. Lafayette wanted to meet a couple of his friends for drinks at their favorite grill in the Shreveport Mall from six to eight and Sookie had agreed to ride along. She would just roam the mall and look while Lafayette had his boys outing.
The air conditioning was on and it was free and it was just fucking hot in the state of Louisiana.
“Of course,” she sipped her bottle of water and window shopped, “it is August. You expect hell to be climbing up out of the pit. But damn, I love this free air conditioning!”
Going into baby stores, she oh-h-h-h and aw-w-w-wed over everything she saw, committing the idea to memory until she could get outside and sketch out a picture so maybe she and Lafayette could recreate it!
When she passed the display for the angel baby display, her heart stopped! It was all white on white from the hand-stitched layette to the sweeping white curtains on the display window that had five layers for letting the light in and out.
It was the bed that made her shake her head in wonder. It was brass! And it had a canopy that reached to the heavens! All around the outside were animals done if relief that danced around the bed.
A sales lady approached her, smiling. “Lovely is it not,” she shook Sookie’s hand. “Good evening, I am Perry and you can have this for your little one for ten thousand dollars.”
“Is that just the bed or for the complete ensemble?” she asked.
“Oh, just the bed,” she grinned. “Outrageous, right. But that seems to be the rage these days.”
“The display is beautiful,” Sookie nodded in agreement and started walking. She had five dollars to spend tonight. She would have a frozen custard. That shop was to her left.
When she turned the corner there was a bike shop with the cutest, littlest bike she had ever seen, complete with training wheels.
“That is too small for you,” she heard the words and took a breath.
Eric took a step around and saw her tummy. Grinning, he continued on, “but perhaps not for your heir. Why Miss,” he stressed as he picked up her hand and admired her ring, “Stackhouse, you have been busy. And I see you are passing yourself off as being respectable as well.”
“It is my ring,” she said. “I cannot help what people think.”
“But you do encourage them, by wearing it on your left hand, to think that you are married,” he snickered.
“Maybe I am or maybe I am married and my husband was just too cheap to by me a ring since I had this one.”
“Not married,” he shook his head at her. “I cannot smell a man on you. I must say, pregnancy looks good on you. Rounds out your hips. Does lovely things to your breasts. That heavy, full look…I would give you, I think I have a couple of thousand in my pocket right now if you would just let me nuzzle your breasts. Those milk laden globes are what my wet dreams are made of.
Sookie,” he leaned in closer, “I must confess to you a guilty pleasure of mine. I like having sex with pregnant women. So earthy…so…just so fucking delicious. I could make it worth your time. That two hundred thousand you made on that last job for me as a telepath, I would gladly give you double that.”
“I am not going to cry, I am not going to cry,” she began to chant as she turned to walk away. “He thinks I am a whore. Or worse, his whore.”
“You are due when, November, December” he took a step and blocked her. “Between now and then I could see to it that you and your little rat bastard would live a very nice life if you spent your money wisely.”
“Don’t you dare talk about my baby like that,” she hissed. “You fucking ass hole, don’t you dare! Because it is your baby, also! There, I have been a responsible adult. I told you. Now eat shit and die.”
Eric took a step back. “You really are bat shit crazy,” he grinned. “You think you are going to win a paternity suit against me?”
“No you dumb fuck,” she clipped each word. “I don’t have any money for a lawyer and who is going to believe me. No one. No…fucking…one. But I feel better. And that is all that counts. There is not one fucking thing I want from you!”
Stepping around him, Sookie walked until she found a ladies bathroom. Going into a stall she sat down and bawled.
Eric had followed her at a distance and when she went in he leaned against a wall, waiting for her to come out. He felt her every sob go through him. “Nicely done, Northman,” he hissed at himself.
He was done here. Done! Going out to the car he jumped in and headed for the club.
When he entered the back door and it slammed shut, Pam heard it all the way to the front bar.
“Daddy is home and he is not pleased,” was all she said as she stepped away.
Popping her head into his office he said, “One word and I swear I will pull your fucking head from your shoulders.”
Closing the door she took out her phone and fired off a text message. Walking to her office, she sat for a while and pondered the many thoughts she chased around in her head. She knew that look he was wearing. He had not been kidding when he had said he would end her. Something very big and very awful had happened. He was going to the mall to window shop for his next conquest. Had someone actually turned him down?
“Not fucking likely,” she sighed. Opening her laptop, she pulled up the footage from the mall for the last two hours. “Fucking helps to own the mall,” she smiled as she started vamp speed through.
There, she found him…and then she saw Sookie.
“Oh fucking Were shit,” she breathed out.
She could not hear the words because the P.A. system was overriding her.
But there was no mistaking when Sookie had turned and Pam saw what Eric saw. She was pregnant!
More words that she could not hear and then Sookie turned to leave and Eric blocked her. More words and then Sookie walked off. Eric stalked her at a distance and then Sookie’s face came back up on the security camera outside the bathroom. She was crying. And once she passed inside, there was no disguising the heartbreak that flowed from the small woman out into the universe.
Eric was there leaning against a wall, waiting for her. Then he heard her crying as well and left.
“Just take the bull by the horns,” she said as she got up, squared her shoulders and took herself to his office.
Opening the door, he yelled “What!”
“I warned you about getting too attached. Sookie…”
“Do not,” he roared. “Do not ever mention that name to me again, or I will rip your heart out. You are forbidden to even say it, do you hear me, forbidden. As your maker, I command this.”
“Of course my maker,” she bowed her head and went back to her office. Now that she knew what she was looking for, the evening would fall into place.
The next evening Lafayette was emptying the trash and cleaning up, getting in some extra hours. He was outside washing down around the dumpster when Pamela pulled in and motioned for Lafayette to get in.
“Tell me,” was all she said. “I have turned on my jamming device.
“What’s to tell,” Lafayette sighed. “Sookie is pregnant. She say’s the baby is Northman’s.”
“Liar,” Pam laughed.
“I have known Sookie her entire life and she does not lie, Lafayette said in return. “So I believe her. And I have watched her grow stronger in her Wicca ways. Daryl did speak of a miracle child. Two unlikes producing a baby.”
“Now you are just trying to piss me off,” Pam’s fangs dropped and she leaned in closer. “You know how much I hate witches and their prophecies.”
“Cannot be helpin’ you with that. All I know is what I know. She saw Northman at the mall last night. Told him he was the daddy and she cried all the way home. She did not say much more than that but he hurt her in a big way. I suspect name callin’ and sayin’ rude things about her and her baby.”
“Get out,” Pam said as she changed the radio station.
Opening the door, Lafayette removed himself and went back to work.
While Pamela drove back to Shreveport, she had a lot to think about. Sookie was wearing a nice enough top and shorts, but they were not new. Pamela had watched all the footage from the mall and when she found Sookie, she traced her steps. She carried a bottle of water. Took a snack of some sort out of her purse. Stopped to look in store windows of baby things and new mommy clothes. Sometimes wistfully running her hand across the window. In most instances, Pam could see her face reflected in the windows. Sookie had good taste, but she never went in to ask about a price. She would just smile and wave and shake her head no when a sales person would motion for her to come inside.
She had stopped several times in front of different ice cream shops, would count her money and then move on. “That’s a sure sign of insanity,” Pam chuckled. “Repeating the same process over and over and expecting a different outcome. Bat shit crazy…that explains it.
Or maybe,” Pam reflected, “she just wanted the ice cram so badly she hoped she would have enough money.” Pam gripped the steering wheel tightly.
“She is scrapping by,” Pam said softly. “Which is of no concern to me, but what if that is Eric’s baby she is carrying?”
Pulling into the parking lot, she went in the back door and sat at her desk. Thought about watching her money earn money and then got up and went to her safe and looked at the money in there instead. She was still unsettled and sat back down and started to go through photos for her next meal. Feeling uneasy,
she got up and paced the hall, ruminating on that thought. When Eric opened his door and glared at her she growled back.
“You are not going to win this one,” he said.
“Fuck off,” she replied as she glowered at him.
Giving her a pissy look, he closed his door and she continued to pace.
Dawn was coming on. “I need a plan. A good plan,” she said to herself as she picked up her keys, slammed the door and was gone.
With the rising of the sun, the goats woke up, along with the chickens. They liked their schedule so the farmhouse was literally, up with the chickens, putting out feed and checking water. Once that was done, she was in the kitchen having breakfast. Washing her dishes, her day started in earnest. It was soap making day. Satisfying but tiring. Gran had never worn a mask when she had added the lye to the soap. Sookie did. She was not risking poisoning the baby.
It was nice when Lafayette was home to help. “Thank you, Jesus,” she whispered, “for Lafayette,” she smiled. He was setting up the molds.
“What you grinnin’, about?” he asked. “I see that smile. What has made you so happy?”
“Just thanking Jesus for you,” she smiled at him.
“Lordy, Sooks,” he started to cry, “don’t you be doin’ that.”
“Of course I am,” she hugged him. “I could not do this without you. And I know that sounds needy and you are probably more than ready to move…”
“Do not,” he shook his head. “I am here. I am going to be Poppi-La La to the angel’s kiss. So just get overs yourself.”
“Thanks,” she started to cry.
“Do not,” he said softly, “cause every day I thank Jesus for you, too.”
It had been a good days work. If they sold all this at the fair this weekend, they would clear about eight hundred dollars.
“Workin’ the evenin’ shift,” Lafayette said as he put the last pan of soap in the rack. “Will see whatever else Sam needs to have done. I’ll be home when I get here.”
“Okay,” she nodded as he went up stairs to shower and get dressed for work.
Dinner was some mac n’ cheese with hamburger cooked and tossed in with a lot of other vegetable bits that Lafayette insisted that she eat.
After dinner she took her evening stroll out to tell the animals goodnight and to make sure all the stall doors were securely shut and the chickens were safe in their roosts.
As she mounted the front steps she heard, “Good evening. I am your neighbor William T. Compton.”
Standing on the front porch Sookie looked at her watch and then addressed him.
“You the one from the war?” she asked.
Bill smiled. This was just going to be so fucking easy. “I am,” he drawled, while his eyes held hers. “And you would be?”
“Sookie Stackhouse,” she replied.
“Well Sookie what an honor and a pleasure it is to meet you,” he took another step closer. “I am hoping we will be most excellent neighbors. I see you are expectin’. How delightful. You and your child will always be welcome in my home. Once you deliver, I want you both to feel comfortable enough to come callin’. Now,” his smile was genuine, “why don’t you just come on down here and we’ll get properly acquainted.”
Sookie looked down at her watch. “Two fucking minutes,” she glared at him. “Your bullshit took two fucking minutes of my life that I will never get back. You know, I from time to time do work for the Sheriff of Area Five. And maybe what you do not know is that my gran was the goddess of her coven. When she died, that passed to me and I cannot be glamoured. Sweet huh. Since I now have a fucking, low-life vampire for a neighbor, I will be posting my hex dolls. You fucking Were shit,” she snarled. “Like I do not have enough to do. Now get off my property,” she took a step down, “before I turn you into a toad!”
“Witch!” Bill screeched and made the sign for the evil eye and was gone.
“Good one,” she grinned. “But now I am going to have to make those dolls. Don’t want that asshole ever coming back here.”
Going inside she fired off a text message. Call me when you have a minute. Lafayette nodded to Big Al and said, “Cover for me for two shakes. It’s Miss Sookie.”
“Go ahead,” he grinned, “and tell her I miss her smile.”
Stepping out back, Lafayette called her and Sookie replayed her conversation with Compton, word-for-word.
Hanging up she smiled. “Wow, my memory has really improved. Where is that baby fog everyone warned me about?”
Pamela told herself she was in no hurry. She fed, she fucked, she worked behind the bar. She had a plan. A good plan. What would be an even better plan was if she could just stake Eric and call it done, because tonight he was on a rampage! She finally told him to take his fucking maker ass someplace else because he was scaring off the hard-core fangbangers!
At midnight Eric came back in. Good because she was done being the responsible one out front.
Going back to her office, she sent out another text message. Good, here came the ping back. Reading it she then deleted it as she slammed the door shut behind her.
Lafayette was waiting for her out at the goat shed. He was scratching their heads when she vamped in.
“You livin’ here now?” she asked.
“In the shed, no, in the house, yes. I pay rent. It helps her out.”
“Why the goats?” she said sniffing around.
“She makes soap and we sell it. Also sell the eggs when the hens are layin’.”
“What happened to her working at Merlotte’s?”
“What do you think happened? Rednecks and trash sayin’ the same nasty, crude things to her your boss did. No, not havin’ that. We manage.
“This soap any good?” she asked.
“Can’t say what your taste is. But we’ll be at the farmer’s market in Shreveport on Saturday. Send your day walker around and find out for yourself. Now I gots to get some sleep. Workin’ the breakfast shift in the mornin’. You know, that time when your worthless piece of shit boss goes to bed.
And another thing,” Lafayette arched his eyebrow at her. “A William T. Compton has moved in across the graveyard. Came sniffin’ around tonight while I was gone. Came around and introduced himself. Tonight Miss Sooks found some cornstalks and made dolls. Tomorrow we is postin’ them on her property with a blessin’ for those who comes with a clean heart and a curse for those who mean harm. Just thought you would want to know.”
As Lafayette walked off Pam thought about what she knew as a fact. She and Eric were vampires. Everything else was up for grabs.
There was movement in one of the pens. A little goat had hopped up onto the wooden wire spindle that had been placed in there with them.
“What the fuck?” she said as she looked closer. Opening the stall door, she walked in and picked him up and rubbed him between his horns. “You are wearing pajamas,” she laughed and the baby goat laughed right along with her.
“Damn,” she smiled and then looked hurriedly around. Good! No one saw her. Putting the baby back with its momma, she closed the door and went out to walk the perimeter. Compton. Well, that was news to her. And if Eric knew, she would know. Which meant there was Were shit floating on the air. And Eric strongly believed he should be the only one floating on the air. “Just sucks to be on the wrong side of the Sheriff of Area Five,” she smiled as her fangs popped down.
As she walked out she looked toward the house. What if Sookie, okay good, she could think the word, just not say it. What if she was carrying Eric’s child? She felt a shudder cross through her bones. Science, Supes and Sinners would all want the baby! Sookie would beat them back the best way she knew how. And that was with her silence and denial. It was going to take the daddy to do the real damage. And Eric was not without his resources.
“Knock it off, you are getting maudlin,” she told herself. “Let’s go fuck with Bill, that should be fun.”
Or not. There was a much bigger and nastier vampire she could fuck with.
Tonight Eric was sleeping out in the burbs. His home between Shreveport and Dallas sat on a couple of acres behind a fenced perimeter in a multi-million dollar neighborhood.
“Interesting,” he said as he pulled in and Pamela’s car was there. “She hates the suburbs. This must be good or really, really bad,” he grinned.
Walking into the living room, she was reading her messages, waiting on him. With a fire going and a glass of blood in her hand.
“What brings you out here to soccer mom paradise,” he asked as he sat down.
“Compton is in Area Five. I just found out. I wondered if you knew.”
Oh, there was that look that just crossed his face. Pam had yet to see Eric in his full-blown Berserker rage. Brother Samuel had said it was spectacular!
“Where is he?” he asked.
“Out past Bon Temps. He is living in his family manse, which needs to be torched. It is west of the Bon Temps cemetery.”
“And you know this how?” Eric scowled.
“My contact lives out that way. He said Compton came sniffing around tonight wanting to meet and greet the neighbors.”
Eric raised an eyebrow. “How does the breather know this? Compton would have glamoured him.”
“This breather cannot be glamoured,” Pam replied. “And Compton is not going to stop trying. He likes pregnant women.”
There was a chair that went flying across the room and smashed into a wall and then passed through the dining room into the library wall.
“You asked,” she said in an offhand way.
“And how do you know this?” he said sitting down and taking her glass of blood and downing it.
“I got the call from my contact in the area about Compton’s visit. I went out to verify. Compton was sitting out on his porch, talking to New Orleans on his phone. He was pissing and moaning to SA. He hates it here and wants to stick his head back up her ass. But she has been listening to someone by the name of Daryl, a warlock that New Orleans has tossed out of the city. He told her there is going to be a miracle baby. Him mating with a woman past her child-bearing years will do the trick. HRM is placing vampires in each area. She has apparently become this warlock’s pimp and wants Bill to find older women for him to fuck.”
“Who is your breather?” Eric asked.
“And how does he know this? That Compton came calling?”
“He lives with the pregnant female. She called him at Merlotte’s to give him the heads up.”
“This Reynolds, is he the baby’s father?”
“Not likely, he is prettier than I am. And his shoes are to die for. Even when we were out in the barn he was wearing a killer pair of Prada’s. Snappy little purple number.”
“How gay is he?” Eric asked.
“Flamer,” Pam grinned. “I would love to have a look at his wardrobe and get some ideas.”
“Why is he there?” Eric asked.
“They are life-long friends and he is paying her rent. Helps her out so she can keep a roof over her head and other breather essentials,” she said with boredom. “Oh, and on an interesting note, the lady of the house made corn shuck dolls today to post around on her land. Has placed on them a blessing and a curse. I am going to have to go back just to watch Compton shit his pants the first time he sees one,” she laughed. “He does have a deathly fear of witches.”
“You know she is looking for a paternity suit,” Eric replied, still scowling.
“No doubt,” Pam replied. “I am going to Dallas for a couple of days. I’ll see you when I return.”
“Say hello to Dicey for me,” he smiled.
“Oh yes, I’ll be sure and not do that. I would never get laid and she would stake me in my sleep if I just mentioned you.”
“I do make a good lasting impression,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
“True words,” Pam replied and with a bow, left.
The text she sent out said Incoming. Taking off into the air, she followed the message as it streaked across the bandwidth.
Samuel was waiting out on his rooftop when Pamela landed. “Child,” he called in greeting and wrapping his arms around her kissed her on the forehead. “A very good evening to you. And what a pleasant surprise.”
“Eric does not know I am here,” were the first words out of her mouth. “I would appreciate it if that does not come up in a conversation when you talk to him.”
“Child?” Samuel questioned.
“It’s a story,” she began as they walked inside. “One that I do not believe. But I am erring on the side of caution.”
Samuel took a step back. “Really? That was not sarcasm?”
“I know, I find it hard to believe myself. Let me get started. But I need…I need someone to talk to. Someone who has a much bigger grasp on this world than I do.”
“Child,” he eyed her, “now you are just scaring me. Explain yourself.”
“I have heard you say that there are mysteries in this world we cannot explain. That with God all things are possible and all those other words of faith you speak…” she looked at him somewhat doubtfully.
“Yes-s-s-s,” Samuel nodded. “That has not changed.”
“Good,” she sighed, “because here goes. And Eric has placed a geas on me not to be able to say her name. I will need you to look at land plats east of the Bon Temps cemetery so you will know what to call her.”
“Eric has placed a maker’s/child silence geas on you?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
Samuel began typing into his laptop.
“Sookie Stackhouse?” he said to her.
“Yes,” she nodded.
Wanting to be fair, and Pamela was not sure exactly why she felt this way, she started at the very beginning and told Samuel everything she knew.
At one point he stopped her. “And you trust the judgment of this Reynolds?” he asked.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“He is my informant in that area. He is a medium. So is his mother who no longer deals with spooks chatting her up. For any and all information, I pay to keep his mother in a lock down facility. This institution is a thousand dollars more a month nicer than he could afford. If he does not come across for me, she is back to living in the roach infested institution where he had her.”
Samuel only nodded and said, “Continue.”
Which she did. Right down to leaving Eric this old dark.
“Watch this,” she said handing him the memory stick. “Then destroy it, please. I have to go see Dicey. Eric will send her a prerecorded message during the day just to fuck with her. She needs a good story to tell him about me when he rises. Is it all right if I come back with the new dark?”
“Of course,” Samuel smiled at her. “I will look into this and tell you what I think. But right now?” he shrugged. “Paternity suit…”
“Thank you Brother Samuel,” she smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek.
“Walk well the rest of this old dark,” he kissed her on the forehead.
“Yourself as well,” she hugged him, pulled back and looked embarrassed. Walking to the French doors, she was gone.
For long moments, Samuel sat staring at the fire. He had of course heard of Sookie Stackhouse. Had watched her through a two-way mirror one night while she sat and listened to his man Clifford talk to an investment banker about his business plan.
Sookie that evening had confirmed what he already knew. He met her briefly and they chatted. She was charming and sincere. When you were old enough, you could just spot it.
When they got ready to leave, he offered Eric money. Eric refused to take any type of payment. Pamela had called him the next full dark and wanted to know why they had not been paid. She had to cut a check to the breather.
If the woman was living at poverty level, apparently it was not a very big check.
Samuel started at the beginning on his laptop. “Lafayette James Reynolds,” he input and the information popped up. “Tulane. 4.0 grade average. Dropped out his Junior year…” and Samuel nodded, “to support his mother.”
“William T. Compton,” and he chuckled when that popped up. “Vampire and cheap bastard with his nose up SA’s ass.” Samuel laughed out loud. “Obviously Pam has hacked into the system.”
Next on his list was “Sookie Stackhouse.” He read everything there was. The only exceptional thing about her was that she was a telepath. Since the passing of her grandmother, Adele, Sookie was now her coven’s goddess but refused the position.
Samuel closed out those pages and put in the thumb-drive. On his big screen he watched the evening unfold. Samuel scrubbed out all of the mall’s background noise and adjusting for the two closest voices, he listened to their conversation.
“My brother,” was all he could say as he sadly shook his head, his heart heavy. He watched as Sookie made her way to the bathroom and listened as she sobbed, her heart-broken.
Samuel got up and went to the fireplace and rubbed some ashes on his forehead.
“So,” he sat back down, “the possibility exists that she carries Eric’s baby. Let us watch for the unseen details.”
The small vampire had viewed the first conversation several times. His attention was now riveted on the reflection in the glass. Before Eric had arrived, Sookie was calm and serene. Once he joined her, Sookie’s tummy became very active. Looking even closer, Samuel could discern tiny feet pushing violently against her womb!
When she came out of the restroom, she was still wiping at her eyes as she found the bar and grill where Lafayette was having dinner and drinks with his friends.
Then he watched the footage as they went out the door to the truck.
“That’s interesting,” Samuel noted as he split the screen and went through the evening again. The left screen was the camera outside the mall and the right screen was Sookie.
Samuel lined up the time stamps and hit play.
“Every time she cries,” he shook his head in disbelief, “it rains.
Eric my brother,” he sighed, “what have you done?” Closing his eyes he said a prayer.
The impossible had become possible.
“I need facial recognition for Sookie Stackhouse,” he said to his computer. “Show me the last seven months.”
As Samuel watched, once or twice he cried with sorrow as he saw the young woman in the thrift store pick up a baby item, hold it next to her, check the tag and then put it back down and pat it gently back into place.
“A fucking thrift store, Eric!” he shouted more than once. “The mother of your child cannot afford to shop in a fucking thrift store!
Now Samuel,” he chided himself. “You do not know that. Obviously you have become emotionally engaged with her. Step back. Let’s look at her financials.”
That was no better. “She fucking lives at poverty level,” he hissed. “Samuel, Samuel, Samuel, the time has come. Either do it or walk away.”
As a child, he had a gift. He could read auras. The glow around a person was a bright, brilliant yellow when they told the truth. It was a dull, dingy brown when they did not.
Going to the bar, he took out a bottle of Israeli red wine. The grapes grown and nurtured and pressed in the land of his people.
Taking out the cork, he took a deep whiff of the grape within and smiled when he smelled the desert and the winter rains. Pouring it into a glass, he held it to his nose and let his memories take him back to his father’s house. Where he was small and his family was blessed and his mother and father glowed with happiness.
Slowly he sipped on the wine and walked in his past once more. Was held in his father’s arms before his father sacrificed himself in Pharaoh’s tomb. Through his tears, he hit the play button and focusing on the screen, opened his eyes. There Sookie stood, telling Eric the baby was his and the yellow around her glowed and danced and sang in joy!
Wrapping his arms around himself, he sat and cried. For all that was not, for all that would be.
There was a knock at his door. “Master Samuel,” Clifford stuck his head in. “Have you been up all day?”
Clifford looked at what was still playing on the screen. “Pamela is here,” he said quietly.
“Show her in,” he said “and turn on every jamming device we have.”
“Master Eric?” Clifford said softly pointing at him on the screen as he talked to a pregnant female.
“Oh yes,” Samuel wiped his eyes with the wet hand towel Clifford hand him. “Who else can reduce me to tears?”
When Pam walked in many things were obvious. There was an open bottle of wine from Samuel’s homeland. He was covered in ashes. And from the looks of him, he had been awake all day.
Pam felt a prick someplace inside of her. This was not good and she knew she was at fault.
Sitting down she began with, “I know you looked at her financials and you know I cheated her.” Pam took a deep breath. “I bet Winnie that I could cheat our clients out of more money than she could make legally in a year.”
“She who?” Samuel asked. “The mother of Eric’s child, the one that lives at poverty level? Is that who we are speaking of?”
“Yes,” she wiped the tears from her eyes, “and I am not sorry that I did it. It was like taking candy from a baby.”
“Well yes,” Samuel nodded. “She trusted Eric. That was her first mistake. Then you made sure she made all the other mistakes.”
“You can’t know that she carries Eric’s baby?” Pamela hooted in disbelief.
“Yes I can,” he replied.
“No you cannot…” she said righteously, standing.
Samuel was standing in front of her, “Get out and do not return. I will not be called a liar in my own home.”
“I am sorry,” she wailed, “of course you would not lie! It is just that I do not know what to do to make things right,” she sobbed. “They were so happy, together. My gawd Samuel, it was so obvious,” bloody tears washed down her face. “Her entire being lite up whenever she saw him. And he was genuinely happy to see her. Even I could feel it,” the tears continued to fall. “I have never felt happiness from Eric before. It scared me. It scares me still. New Orleans would have used her as bait to kill him. So I warned him, repeatedly…”
Samuel walked over to his workstation and tossed her the towel he had used earlier.
“Thanks,” she mumbled as she cleaned the bloody tears from her face.
“That explains much,” Samuel nodded. “I sat with Eric a month ago. He talked all night, aimlessly. Finally he began to talk about Godric meeting the sun. How his maker said he was tired of living. That he was ready to greet death. Eric said he understood that.”
Samuel wiped at his own eyes. “I believe he had decided to greet the sun and that he came to visit with me one last time and say goodbye.”
“What did you say to him?” Pamela said, tears flowing once more.
“I said when he decided to pass on, to let me know. I was his brother, proudly I would stand by his side and we would walk the path to God’s door, together.”
Pam was once more sobbing. “They would both be dead if I had not acted. I do not regret it. And I still believe that she needed to know about the ways of vampire.”
Samuel said nothing, just stared at the fire.
“You have a plan?” she asked timidly.
“I have something that will work,” he nodded. “Are you hungry?” he asked turning to look at her.
“No,” she shook her head. “I just need to know that you can make this right.”
“That can be done,” Samuel was now all business. “Sookie has to have a reasonable explanation for her newly generated income.
First, I am going to purchase her soap to be used in my hotel in New Orleans. The catch line will be locally grown grass-fed milk goats, made with all things grown on the Louisiana farm. We will also sell it in the gift shop.
I have asked around. Sookie and Lafayette are going to be at the farmer’s market in Shreveport this weekend. I have already instructed the business manager of the hotel this is the soap I wanted used there. Mrs. Peoples will be by to strike the deal.
Second, by the time the baby arrives, we are going to put a cell tower on her land. This will be for her a steady source of income. We will rent from her for three thousand a month. Very gradually increase that. She can afford health insurance, a new vehicle for herself and Lafayette.
This will enable Lafayette to quit Merlotte’s and he can help her 24/7 after the baby arrives. And with a full-time partner, she can build her soap business and hire other women in need.
The cell tower rent will raise her out of the poverty level to just lower middle class. There may be one or two more somethings that can be implemented as time passes.”
“We cannot tell Eric,” Pam shook her head.
“We cannot tell anyone,” Samuel nodded in agreement. “The ramifications are far-reaching and horrifyingly ugly. Everyone would want the child to experiment on and Sookie the same.”
“Any idea how this came to be?” Pamela asked.
“That thought kept me awake, today,” he replied, his eyes someplace else.
“Eric from time to time talks about the women’s magic his grandmother gifted him with. As long as I have known Eric, women have been attracted to him. I mean,” Samuel chuckled, “attracted. I once asked him what kind of magic he had that called to them. He just grinned and said it was his blond hair and blue eyes.
Maybe…but I have been in a room of good-looking males with blond hair and blue eyes. The women only made eyes at him. Now,” Samuel shook his head and his focus was back on Pamela, “I think it has been the magic all along trying to find its way back into a female host. Let me be more specific. His female child for a host.”
“So…so…” she began, her voice shaking. “This magic calls to a female that is ovulating. Is that what you are thinking?”
“Yes,” Samuel nodded. “It cannot reach its full potential in Eric. It wants to return to what is familiar and sacred.
Keep in mind, this magic has been percolating in him for a thousand plus years. Building, exponentially building, upon itself. I think it finally reached a point where it could no longer be contained. Sookie is, despite what she claims, Wicca. And as long as I have known Eric, he has never had sex with a witch.”
Pam nodded, “And so it saw its chance to implant and to reside once again inside a Northman female.”
“Yes,” Samuel nodded. “It is after all countless generations of Northman female magic. It wants to go home to a Northman female.
Watch,” he said as he pulled up the split screen on his monitor. ‘’The time stamp says it all. And who is to say. Note the color of their hair. It matches. Perhaps Sookie is a family member? If so, that would I think, be a major factor. But I doubt we will ever know.”
“Will Eric ever find out,” she asked as she sat in wonder and watched the tape for the fifth time.
“Of course he will. But it will be at a much later time. Sookie will have raised the child to her values. Hard working, honest, thrifty, kind. That list goes on. Sookie will also recognize the magic in the baby and she will help to guide that while keeping her safe. If anyone raises an eyebrow, Sookie will just say it is her Gran’s Wiccan ways if anyone asks. Because you know if Eric were to believe that this was his child…and Compton has already been sniffing around…”
“He would go to war and kill everyone, to keep them safe,” Pam nodded, “until he became the hunted and not the hunter. Brother Samuel, you are very smart and wise.”
“Thank you child,” he smiled at her. “There will come a time when you will approach Lafayette and tell him that Sookie needs an investment plan and he knows of an investment person. He will sell her on the idea. I shall take her small bits of money and turn it into something with more staying power.
Speaking of which, are you staying or going?”
“I am staying. I am just going to sit and read and rest. My approach to this is just stay the fuck away. You will handle this from your end. And as per Eric’s orders, I am not to discuss her with anyone.”
“Most excellent,” Samuel got up and kissed her on the forehead. “I shall follow those rules as well. If anything at all is needed, just ring for Clifford. I am must be elsewhere.”
Eric was sitting in his office, watching the tornado in the tequila bottle. His meal for the evening had just left. After he paid her, she asked him if he wanted a blowjob. She would gladly blow him for free.
Growling at her, she fled his office and out the back door. “Good, most excellent,” he said as he listened to her drive off. The music was still blasting in the club when there was a knock at his door.
Getting up he opened it and there stood Ginger. “HRM Sophie-Anne is here,” she said.
“I’ll see her out front,” Eric replied as he pushed Ginger out-of-the-way and went to see what it would take to stake his queen. He was betting it would be the moment she opened her mouth.
Sophie Anne watched him approach. He knew…oh fuck…he fucking knew that Compton was here! Well Were shit, that was why he was The Viking!
When he sat down next to her the speakers were turned up and were shaking the walls.
“I am being punished,” she sighed. “May we speak on the roof?”
Eric stood and started for the door. Opening it, he closed it right behind him and hit SA and sent her reeling back. Righting herself , she pushed open the door and she floated up and sat down next to him.
“What’s he done?” she asked.
“You mean the piece of Were shit that moved into my area without me being informed?”
“Sheriff, in my own defense, he was supposed to stop here first. If you said no, he was to move his sorry ass somewhere else.
Eric,” she began softly and touched his hand. When he turned and looked at her, she felt the shiver through her blood. In his eyes lurked rage!
“He has already approached the breathers in the area. Trying to spread his Southern charm and glamour,” Eric said as he cleaned beneath his nails. “Word has spread, The Area Five Wicca, as of today, have began to put up charms and spells around their property. And who knows what else. Personally, I do not care to have ghosts in my place of business, scaring off my customers. Because the less money I make the less in taxes you make.”
“Eric…” she began again.
“You have no idea what it is like to have to clean up after these young ones. I went looking for Compton and his maker sixty years after he was turned. Animals,” he said with disgust. “And you and I both know he has not improved. Humans will torch that hovel he calls his family manse and I will be the one to have to sort it all out.”
Turning, he looked at her. “Tell me, my Queen, would you like to sort all that out? Nights of nothing but paperwork and answering the same fucking questions over and over. And spare me reasons and bullshit,” he said lazily. “I know about the Were shit wizard, Daryl. The covens in New Orleans ran him out-of-town. If they knew you were working a deal with him…they would run you out of town.”
Northman was right but she hated to admit it. After all she was the Vampire Queen of Louisiana. It was time to play that card. “I am your Queen, Eric,” she said regally.
“Not if you meet the true death,” he said as he grabbed her by the neck. “I will rip your head off,” he said with a smile in his voice.
“Eric please,” she whimpered.
“Please what,” he responded.
“It would please me to have Bill removed from your area.”
“Excellent,” he said removing his hands. “If he is still here when I rise with the new dark, he will be dead and then I will come looking for you.”
“So it’s true,” she said righting herself. “I have heard that vampires who are tired of living begin to write their own rules.”
Eric laughed out loud. “Your majesty, I have always written my own rules. Now, if you will excuse me, I know you have business to attend.”
Rising, he gave her a grand flourishing bow and then was gone.
“Were shit,” she hissed. Taking out her phone, she called Billy the Boob. “You are done here. Pack up and return to New Orleans. Now.”
“My Queen,” he blubbered. “Thank you.”
SA sat and looked out over the parking lot. “Fuck,” she rolled her eyes. “Why is it I do not live in the time of miracle babies? I could use a bad ass to call my own.” Punching in another number, she waited until Daryl picked up.
“Compton is going back to New Orleans. The locals are on to us. His discretion is very much lacking. Charms and wards are now being written and posted. Is there anything you can do to over ride this? Because no one wants ghosts. That is just bad for business.”
“Who did Compton make angry?” he asked.
Sophie Anne shuddered. Well, Northman topped that list. “Who did he not?” she replied. “If you want to fuck old women, you are just going to have to do it with your own personal charm.”
Hanging up, she thought about her options. Right now, she had none. Hm-m-m-m-m, Hadley was from around here. Maybe she could use a human to recruit for Daryl.
“No,” she laughed at herself. “Be without my sweet Hadley. No, impossible. But maybe she knows someone.”
Daryl sat and stared in the mirror, conjuring the past, present and future. All that stared back was his face. He had not spoiled his skin by working out-of-doors. Manual labor was such a cliché! Not that it mattered, even if he could shit glitter! Without a goddess for the Glorious Dead Coven, he was tits up.
Stackhouse had yet to pick up that mantel. And that goddess was never going to get into bed with him. And yet she had sounded the call-to-arms. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath. “I though for sure Adele was the one to pull this off. I would love to speak to her if I only knew,” he kicked at the chair leg, yelped in pain as he rubbed his barefoot, “where they scattered her ashes…!
But if Miss Stackhouse ever did pick up the mantel,” he grinned. “It would be my duty to initiate her into the coven. Hey, now there is an idea. I can pull rank. We could vote on this at the next meeting in three years. No one refuses me at those,” his grin got bigger. “Certainly, the Glorious Dead needs a goddess. The Supernatural world will vote her ass into office if nothing else. And then, there on the stage, I will mount her like the stud I am and she will know I am in charge!”
The ten point buck he had mounted on the wall fell and missed his head but the antlers hit his legs, cutting deep. Screaming he pushed it off and leaving a bloody trail, he called 911 as he went to lie down in his yard and wait for the ambulance. He had been attacked by a deer!