With the Rising of the Moon
Chapter the Onest
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.
Eric was back from New Orleans. She could hear him out on the front porch, talking on his phone. Sookie had waited up for him. Not for real sure why. She, Lafayette and O.I. had talked this Gran-thing to death.
Eric’s only comment before he left was that his grandmother was a powerful wise woman who carried the knowledge of his entire clan and that she had passed that women’s magic on to him.
That his grandmother should be reborn to be Sookie’s grandmother was not such a foreign idea to him. Seemed practical and assured that she could be around to nurture her clan’s magic. Make sure her family was up and running and taking care of business. Just what business, Eric had not mentioned.
Sookie was willing to acknowledge her gran was a powerful thing as well. Instead of spilling her blood on her, she taught her everything she knew. It was considerable. There were some things Sookie had not tired again since Gran had died. Some things, even when you are born to it, was just on the outside of unnatural.
Which made Sookie wonder, just how much did Eric really know? He was over a thousand years old and had been around the world more than once or twice. The fact that he was so old had to count for something.
Then, he gave her a hundred and fifty mil and did not even blink twice. Who did that sort of thing? Either someone to whom money meant nothing or someone who could sneeze at a hundred and fifty mil! “Or maybe both,” she nodded her head. “He has so much money that money means nothing to him.”
Hearing the screen door open, Eric came in and sat down. “How was New Orleans?” she asked.
“The Queen of Louisiana,” he paused and watched the flames, “has a new-found respect for Druid House and her Mr. Money Bags. She does not desire ghosts and demons to see her out of this world and into the next. I told her that was what happened to Compton and the other seventy-five vampires that thought to sacrifice me when the sun re-appeared after the eclipse. She swore none of it was her idea and that all of it was a lie. She knew nothing about those interlopers from the continent being here and glad they were dead. Such, she stressed numerous times, is the punishment for not checking in.”
“Impressive,” Sookie smiled. Hmmm, Eric was not talkative. Did something weigh on him? Normally he had questions about their respective magic. He seemed…not pensive…but moody. Something had happened between him and the queen. That you could read without any assistance. Just the way he talked about her, it was like he was gritting his teeth. Well, she was his queen. There had to be some sort of protocols he had to follow when he was around her.
“You are still up,” Eric regarded her. “Waiting for me for a specific reason?”
“Yes,” she nodded, slowly. “O.I., Lafayette and I have been talking about us having the same Gran. I have been thinking about the magic that was shared by her between the two of us. Is there any one spectacular something that you do that you would like to share with me?”
Eric shrugged. “I think it is all spectacular. King Eric talks, that might be the biggest thing.”
“King Eric?” she raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yes, my penis. He has dubbed himself King Eric. He could not speak before I was turned vampire and when I rose the first night of being vampire, he wished to help me dig out.”
Sookie just sat and stared at him with her mouth slightly open. “Your penis talks…?” she finally managed to get out.
“Yes, and he also has a lovely tenor singing voice. Go figure,” Eric shrugged, “seriously, singing is not one of my gifts.”
“A talking and singing penis,” Sookie repeated.
“Yes,” Eric nodded. “What about you?”
“Gran taught me how to walk the ley-lines. You know, go from here to there walking the magnetic flow of the earth.”
“That would be handy,” Eric leaned in closer. “Can you teach me?”
“Well, yes,” she nodded, “it is just that I have never done it without her. After all is said and done, I really am a big scaredy-cat. My biggest fear is what if I get there and I cannot get home. I mean, I have always wanted to see the pyramids, so I walk into Egypt using the ley-lines and I cannot walk out. I have no passport and no money and now way to get home. That sort of thing. Keeps me from experimenting and also keeps me close to home. I find driving from here to Shreveport to be adventure enough since it is now just me. I can find my way home and have enough money to put gas in my car. And none of that pesky border crossing stuff. You know, folks wanting a passport that I do not have.”
“Egypt,” Eric nodded standing and taking her hand. “Let’s go.”
“What?” she drew back into her chair.
“Samuel and I had high adventures back in our tomb-raiding days. If we cannot get back right away, I know where we can shelter until we can get smuggled out.”
“Smuggled…out?” her voice was low and quiet, shock on her face.
“Oh come on Sookie,” he grinned. “What! You have never been smuggled out of anywhere?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I just normally stand on my own two feet and walk out.”
“Time to live a little,” he grinned. “Come on. I guess we start in your work room,” he smiled leading her in that direction. “With the rising of the moon, we shall be on our way to Egypt, the land of the pharaohs and untold wealth in gold that now belongs to Samuel and myself.”
“You really did raid tombs?” she was looking at him in a whole new light. “And…and…were there mummies?”
“Of course,” he chuckled as she moved the switch to open the entrance to her underground domain. “Some of them were especially not very nice,” he added, batting his eyelashes. “But Samuel gets his kosher salt from a lovely New York Deli. Saul and his lovely bride Anna keep it on stock just for Samuel.”
“Well okay,” she nodded as the lights came on as they started down the steps. “Kosher salt. Should we take some? Just in case?”
“Scared of mummies?” Eric chuckled.
“Well yes,” she nodded looking up at him.
“Then we shall stay out of the path of mummies,” he assured her. “And their chambers as well. Besides, those few that are left, they have no treasure to speak of. Samuel and I saw to that.
Now, here we are standing on the core of your ley-line. I can feel it now that I know how to interrupt what it is I am feeling. What happens next?”
“We stand side-by-side, with an arm wrapped about each other and starting with your right foot, we start walking. Since you know where we are heading, you need to fix that point in your mind, I will tune into you, and off we go.”
“Just like that?” his voice held no hesitation. Just curiosity.
“Just like that,” she responded, putting her arm around his waist.
Laying his arm across her shoulders, they began walking.
“We are headed to Mad Jimmie’s. He is an x-pat Swede that runs a bar in the middle of the desert. Nice enough place but you really have to want to get there.”
Sookie eyed him as her mind tied into his and could see where they were headed. “War mongering buddies…” her voice trailed off as she caught the tail end of his thought.
“Well,” he grinned, “arms dealers need to be able to get a drink when they need one, too.”
Eric was paying attention. Somehow, they were now walking the standing stones that were out in Sookie’s trees. Each time they passed by one there was a rising moon. Sometimes on his left side, sometimes above his right shoulder. And when he looked at each stone, he could see Mad Jimmie’s bar. Then it began to look like a flip-book animation as each frame became faster and faster and then they were walking along the river that led to the oasis where Mad Jimmie’s was located.
Only, there was no Mad Jimmie’s. There was nothing left but a burned out shell. There was smoke still lingering on the wind.
“What the fuck?” he murmured as he sniffed the wind and was watching the shadows.
“What the fuck is right, vampire,” a lizard snickered back. “We finally saw the end to that night raiding cocksucker! Bad Jimmie! Hah! I showed him bad! Fuck yeah! Him and his were torched and left to cook in their own fat!”
“What is that you say, Wee Willy?” Eric hissed as he reached for the lizard.
“Northman, really man, just kidding,” the lizard yelped as he jumped and tried to wiggle under a rock. The cold-blooded creature was fast, but not as fast as the cold-blooded creature that now had him and was squeezing him and shaking him around.
“Oh man, not lizard guts, please, I hate to start my day with lizard guts all over me,” said *Sookie, aghast, to a fuming Eric whilst standing in the middle of the desert at 3:52am, “Eric, let that poor lizard go! He didn’t mean it, honest!”
“Please Eric, listen to the nice lady! You know Mad Jimmie took good care of me,” the lizard coughed and wheezed and was trying furiously to wiggle his way out. Eric just flexed his finger muscles and there was the distinct smell of lizard pee. “Seriously. I just got here myself. I am just as shocked as you are and would like to haul my ass on out of here if you would just let me go. Look man, I just pissed myself!”
“Just got here?” Eric raised an eyebrow. “I smell Glenlivet on your breath,” his fangs dropped as he pulled Willy in closer. “You happen to be carrying around a flask up your ass?”
“Look,” the small reptile was pleading. “There is a broken bottle in the rubble on the east side. I just had a taste. I hate to see the good stuff go to waste.”
Shaking his head, Eric’s eyes started to glow. “What the fuck happened, here? Last chance then I am bashing your head in and tossing you into that nice bed of glowing coals over there.”
“I can speak the truth, honest!”
“Better start,” Eric growled.
“I was sitting out watching for sand fleas and other dinner tidbits when Vlad Drac and The Hun drop in. There are all kinds of hushed whispers and the exchanging of money. No not kidding around about that. I could see all kinds of spend-ables. Cash, gold, silver, jewels. All kinds of sparkle. If you wanted to be paid in it, they had it. Bad Jimmie brought out a couple of ladies and the boys all hey-de-hoed and left with the girls. I had dinner, figured the excitement was over for the night and curled up under a rock.
I woke up when I smelled smoke and no one,” he stressed, “and I mean no one yelled fire and here I am.”
“Better,” Eric set him down. “Now fuck off.”
“Will do,” the small reptile nodded.
“Hey,” Sookie said bending over. “I am just wondering. Do lizards have histories? And if so, have you ever heard of O.I., King of the Dragons?”
“Lady,” the lizard bowed at his half way-point, “of course we have histories. And there are stories aplenty about O.I. We all grow up knowing about the King of the Dragons and how he will return and dinosaurs will once more rule the land and you know, everyone else will be tasty snacks. Damn, and aren’t you just the sweetest! I could start with your toes and…”
“Euuu!” Sookie said as she stood back and Eric’s foot made contact with Wee Willy and lizard parts went everywhere.
“So,” she was watching as Eric wiped his foot off in the sand. “Can all vampires talk to animals? Or change into them? Dracula could in the story that Stoker wrote.”
“Vlad is many things,” Eric responded, “a shape shifter is not one of them.”
“So he really does exist?” Sookie asked.
“Yes,” Eric nodded. “He really does exist. Not the smartest of the group, but not the dumbest either. However, he gets the dumb ass award of the century for having Stoker write his bio.”
That information was food for thought for later, His bio? “The Hun?” Sookie sounded a bit shocked. “As in Attila?”
“The one and only,” Eric responded as he looked around sniffing the wind.
“Is it true he has blue eyes?” she asked.
“Yes,” Eric nodded as he sniffed deeper and then picking up a limb off the ground, turned over a charred piece of the roof.
“What? What do you think happened here?” she asked as Eric bent down closer to the ground and sniffed.
“Moon is getting ready to set,” Eric said. “Let us start our way back.
Mad Jimmie did not die here,” he said as he put his arm on her shoulder and she wrapped her arm around his waist. “I believe he is the one that set the fire. There is the distinct smell of burned hair. A lot of it. I would say Weres tried to storm the place and when Plan A did not work, Mad Jimmie went to plan B.”
“That being?” Sookie asked.
“Burn it in place and drive on.”
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