With the Rising of the Moon
Chapter the Twos
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.
This chapter is courtesy of Miss Meridian. Give her a big round of applause! *Sookie, fuming, to a frustrated Eric whilst facing off in the middle of Trafalgar Square an hour past twilight, “No, I wanted muscadine grapes, not green grapes! Geeze! Just…never mind…the fight’s about to start and I’m gettin’ hangry over here. Just send Pam for a double cheeseburger and a banana shake, ok?”
With the Rising of the Moon
Chapter the Twos
It was a repeat of the process to return to Sookie’s underground dwelling. They started walking the ley-line and then they were walking the circle of Sookie’s standing stones as he watched his life literally flash before his eyes on the stones.
When they were once more standing in her sacred place, Eric was thoughtful.
“We are in the midst of the new dark, Central time. How could it be zero three in Egypt?”
“That,” Sookie looked up at him, “is a very good question.
“I need to make a call,” his voice was quiet. “Do you need to do anything down here? Anything I could learn?”
“No,” she shook her head.
“Excellent. Upstairs and then more of the mystery solved.”
O.I. and Lafayette were playing gin rummy. Sookie did a double take. They seemed to be playing for jewels and not the plastic kind you purchased for Mardi Gras.
“Went and got the horde,” was all O.I. said as he kept staring at his cards. “Got my big man’s horde as well. We is playin’ for keepers weepers.”
“Ah-h-h-h,” Sookie paused, “If I was to compare the piles of sparkles that were on the table. I would say Lafayette’s was the biggest.”
“Mo fo’n,” was all O.I. said in return as he continued to stare at his cards.
“His La La Fineness seems to remember doin’ this,” her best friend was all grins. “Sure nuffs, all this glory sitting here in front of me, my Poppy staring at his cards, willin’ them to be somethin’ else so he can throw down and call back to him the Jewel of the Blue Moons, that is oh so prettily and with attitude sittin’ right here in my pile,” Lafayette was smiling as he pointed to what looked to be starlight blazing on the table.
“Mo fo’n,” O.I. grumbled as he continued to stare at his cards.
“Keeps tryin’ with yous bad ass ways, my Poppy. But I dones blessed those cards with the Blood of Jesus. Not gonna’ get past that.”
“Mo fo’n,” the small dragon grumbled but looked very pleased.
“Well, I will leave you to it,” Sookie chuckled. “Eric has to make a phone call. Something is not right. It is midnight here and was zero three fifteen in Egypt.”
Lafayette arched an eyebrow at her. “I would say something is just more than not right. Miss Sooks, you time travelin’ now?”
“Me?” she took a step back and then looked over at Eric who has headed for the chair in front of the fire. “No-o-o-o,” the word rolled out of her mouth in a quiet and orderly fashion. “I would say I was not the one doin’ the time travelin’.”
Eric looked over at them and shrugged. “Maybe,” was all he said as he punched in a number and settled into the chair putting the phone on speaker and setting it down.
“Eric,” they all heard the voice. “What the fuck? On speaker? Have you slipped on Were shit and skidded face down into Hell? Were you required to fuck the queen of Louisiana on your descent down? Are you licking all the asses in Hell and required to smile while you are doing so?”
Eric grinned. His friend was clearly pleased to hear from him. “Not exactly,” he began. “But there is magic afoot.”
“I am listening, you know I am. I have nothing but respect for your clan heritage. More than once in your dreaming state you have seen the future and forewarned me of dire times and not to take low cash withdrawals from my local ATM.”
“You dream the future?” Sookie mouthed at him.
Eric shrugged and continued on. “That is why we are on speaker Jimmie. I have three other severely handicapped magicals sitting here with me and we all want answers and maybe a round-about-way of doing business.”
“Woof and growl, Mad Jimmie says. Between the four of you, could you call me to you? To pass through the ether of magic and physics so that I might dwell in such esteemed company and perhaps sit at your knee and learn.”
Eric was rolling his eyes. The bullshit was about up to his ankles. “Well Were shit,” Eric said sounding disgusted. “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?”
“It is not what you think,” there was a long-suffering sigh. “I…I have perhaps made promises I should not.”
“Oh fuck me!” Eric was shaking his head. “Who did you promise to marry this time?”
“Oh Eric,” he began, his voice merry. “She is just the sweetest bit of honey and sunlight combined to make the blood go down with a sizzle and a pop! She makes me happy and I find that…well…”
“Jimmie, you are just bad,” Eric said with a sigh. “And no, you stay there and take your beating like the innocent seducing, maidenhead taking, rascal Draugr that you are.”
“Well,” Jimmie sounded a little embarrassed. “That is why I am called Bad Jimmie. I don’t mean to become so enamored of the lady and then fall out of love…I don’t do it to be mean and spiteful…I just…I just like the idea of being in love. All the time…with…well, there are so many fine ladies and who knows when my time here will end?”
“Man whore,” Sookie shouted with disgust.
“No, fair lady who sounds oh so noble and pure of heart. I am not,” there was pleading in his voice. “I am just…”
“A man whore,” Eric said, nodding his head. “With an extensive vocabulary, a charming smile and a big dick. Now, the reason I called. My companion and I we were just there. At your establishment.”
“What?” He groused. “And you did not come in? Eric! You know you just have to ring the bell and I am more than happy to entertain you, oldest of my friends.”
“Yes,” Eric chuckled, “and the reason I am the oldest of your friends is because all of the others have met the true death. Possibly at your hands.”
“So unkind,” there was a sniffle, “but possibly true. How ever, I did save your life in Paris. That party where you were overrun,” he titched under his breath, “in your own home. I was shocked and appalled at your lackadaisical approach to security.”
“The reason I called,” Eric’s voice was a bit sterner.
“Yes, of course,” Jimmie was back on task. “You were here, did not ring the bell and now you are…are some where with three other magicals and one of them is a charming young lady. And you grouse at me,” he said with a pout in his voice. “Young miss, beware of the Viking. While he chastises me, his reputation with the women is long, remarkably very robust, and worse than mine.”
“Jimmie,” Eric hissed at him. “Listen to me. We were just there. Your establishment was burned down. I believe by you. There was the strong smell of toasted Were. Wee Willy told me that Vlad and The Hun had stopped by earlier and left with companions that you supplied and that he had no idea how the fire started. He had been nipping your good whiskey, passed out under a rock and he woke up to the smell of smoke and smoldering ruins.”
“And I thank you for your forewarning dreams, Eric,” his tone was one of respect. “You think I set the fire?” There was deadly intent on the other end of the phone.
“Yes,” Eric responded. “I do. I could only smell dead Were. Nothing else.”
“Attila and Vlad are stopping by tonight…” and that thought ran off. “Thank you my friend. I will be in touch.”
Eric turned off his phone and turned and faced the others.
“It is daylight there. You knew he was up.” In Sookie’s voice was some confusion.
“Bad Jimmie is a Draugr. A type of vampire. He does not need to sleep and can be up, just not out in direct sunlight.”
“So there is a difference among you?”
“Yes,” Eric nodded. “Draugr’s, because they are peculiar to the frozen Northern hemispheres, they had to adapt. There are not many people in that part of the world and the continual dark of winter may work just fine for you but during the summer the sun is up and depending on where you are, may not go completely down. So the Draugr adapted.”
“So-o-o-o,” Sookie was looking at Eric askew. “The sun is always up in Egypt. What the hell is he doin’ there?”
“He does not like the cold,” Eric replied matter-of-fact. “Not one bit. He would rather deal with sand fleas than ice ticks.”
“Ice ticks?” she drew back in horror.
“Just a saying,” Eric grinned at her. “Bad Jimmie uses it to explain why he is in Egypt.”
“But the reality?” Sookie pushed on.
“He is a gun runner. Has been an arms dealer since time began. I believe that is what got him turned. A business exchange gone bad. He had to have a sword from a grave mound to complete the deal and he became the Draugr’s meal and companion. And to his credit, he still made the deal, with the much sought after sword of Newfoundland the Swift’s in hand.”
“Oh,” Sookie nodded. “So he really is a bad guy?”
“Well, I have met worse,” Eric nodded.
“Interesting crowd you run with,” Sookie eyed him.
“Yes it is,” he grinned looking around the room. “Oh look, Mr. Hayes is bringing you your hot chocolate.”
“And some applications for loans,” her new majordomo smiled as he set the tray down and removed the papers from under his arm. “Miss Sookie, I have vetted these ten out of the hundred applications you have received so far. You and Mr. Lafayette will have to take a closer look,” he said placing them on the coffee table. “Have your cocoa. These will keep until morning,” as he placed them on the table next to the silver tray.
“Thank you,” she smiled and then sat down in a chair. “Sleep sounds good,” she sighed as she picked up the china cup and looked out the window. “Mr. Hayes,” she looked at the tray and then at him. “I…I don’t own a silver tray. Or this really lovely china pattern. Do I need to pay your for these?”
“No Miss Sookie,” he bowed. “I come with everything needed to provide for your comforts. My inventory is different with each client. For you I have all things girly and a very interesting weapons cache. I believe it is the largest one I have ever been charged with.”
“Oh,” was all she said and looked a bit sheepish.
He smiled at her, bowed and retired to the kitchen.
“My life used to be pretty small. Now,” she hesitated. “Now everything is different and yet the same. Lafayette is still playin’ gin rummy only for a table full of priceless gemstones with his Poppy. I am still living in my home and I have a hundred and fifty million dollars and this old world continues to spin. ‘Cause look, the moon is risin’, just now clearin’ the trees. Just about full.”
“Does that mean anything?” Eric asked.
Nodding her head yes, she thought about all her yesterdays and maybe her tomorrows. “Things work easier in the light of a full moon. Its light charges the ley-lines like nothin’ else, Gran always said.”
“Good to know,” Eric replied. “I need to talk with Pamela. I am going to the bar. I will see you when you wake. Lafayette, O.I. please do not play for domination of the world.”
“Won’t be doin’ that! His La La Fineness and his Poppy have done that before. Just gots really butt-t-t-t-t-t uglies.”
“Mo fo’n,” O.I. said nodding his head.
“Miss Sookie,” Eric bowed his head to her, “a good evening’s rest.”
Walking over to the door, he opened it and was gone, leaving the wood door gently closing in his wake.
Standing, Sookie walked over to Lafayette and kissed him on the top of the head. Then she did the same to O.I. “Good night you two. Love you.”
“Hugs and kisses Miss Sooks,” O.I. and Lafayette said together. “Rest well.”
“You two as well,” she smiled at them and took herself to bed.
Pamela was waiting for Eric at the back door of Fangtasia. This could not be good. Pamela and her fuck you and the horse you rode in on attitude sometimes transferred to her maker. Which was him. Which meant that she was actually waiting for him with the door open and a smile on her face…chances were good they were both going down in flames!
“Child,” he addressed her as he landed. “What is with the smile and bright and cheery continence? You are scaring me.”
“Eric, I have sponsored the deal of a life time. Several life times! We stand to make so much money even your brother Samuel will say oy vey.”
Eric raised an eyebrow.
“Now, we have to leave sometime today to get us to London so we can be there with the New Dark.”
“Child?” Eric said coming in and closing the door.
“Oh…and did I forget to mention, we need to take Druid House with us.”
“Child?” Eric turned and looked at her as he unlocked his office door, displeasure on his face.
“I promised she would be there,” she added, her voice earnest and sincere.
“You did what?” he hissed at her.
“I promised. I said I spoke for you and that on your word she would be there.”
Eric sat down behind his desk and clenched his teeth. “Do you see this distance I have put between us,” he seethed. “That is so I do not rip your head off!”
“Oh Eric, come on,” she sat down on a corner of his desk. “This is the real deal. The once in a lifetime. The…”
“Just tell me,” he sighed. “Just fucking tell me.”
“Stickley and Butler want to go legit,” and there was so much joy in her voice that she wiggled all over, like a dog, shaking off water!
Eric raised an eyebrow.
“See, that is exactly what I did when they called me,” she was back to smiling and nodding her head, glee on her face. “They want to meet Druid House. Just an initial meet and greet. Pitch their game plan and have her make it all happen.”
“That is not how it works,” Eric was shaking his head at her. “They write up their business plan and submit it.”
“I know, but come on my maker,” there was a frown on her face. “That takes forever and they will move on to someone else to bank roll them and offered a third of the business.”
Eric arched an eyebrow.
“Oh,” she grinned. “Did I forget to mention that?” Then she was back to all business. “We need to do this ASAP. Use your unlimited charm and unlimited good looks and that killer get’m into bed little boy smile and talk her into this.”
“Where?” he asked.
“The fight is at nine with the New Dark in Soho via Trafalgar Square. The meet and greet is after that in The Ritz.”
“The Ritz?” Eric queried her.
“Yes, very above-board. They want this Eric and am willing to appear human normal to make it happen.”
“I will talk to her,” his eyes said that he was not happy. “Now take your ass off my desk and go glamour someone at a passport center that is open. You are going to have to work to make this happen. I want her’s and Lafayette’s legitimate passport before sunrise.”
“Legitimate,” Pam echoed back and then nodded. “You know Eric, all my passports pass inspection. They are all legitimate. The real deal, legal tender…”
“Get out,” he smiled at her, his eyes flashing sparks.
When the door closed, Eric sat back in his chair and grinned. Stickley and Butler, one of the oldest names in boxing since…well…since the Roman Arena.
This was not about money. This was about bragging rights. More than once or twice Eric had tried to purchase shares of their business. It just was not doable. And he did so like boxing. No other human sport held any interest for him…but boxing. He was smitten.
“Time to go to work,” he mused as he fired up his computer. Logging on, he went to the stats page for Stickley and Butler. “Better know the answers,” he said to himself as he began scrolling through the numbers.
At five Pam came back in and put two passports down on his desk. “Got everyone out of bed but made it worth their time. Hers and his.”
“Good job,” Eric replied as he picked them up and inspected them. Taking a sniff, he was impressed. “The real deal,” he gave her a two-fingered salute.
“Of course my maker,” she bowed, “just as you requested.”
“We are going to the house. We will be on the boots on the ground when you rise.”
Sookie was still in bed and listening to the birds chirping and singing. She had been awake for a while but was feeling lazy.
There was a knock at her door. “Yes,” she answered, drawing up the covers.
The door opened and there stood Eric with a breakfast tray. “Mr. Hayes is preparing a picnic basket for the plane ride. I thought I would bring in something to break your fast.”
“We going somewhere?” she asked.
“Yes,” Eric smiled. “London. “I heard you say something last night about muscadine grapes. I have a favorite green grocer in London that stocks them. Just think, he imports them from Texas.”
“Would it not be cheaper to just fly to Texas?” she asked.
“Well yes, but I have tickets for a fight tonight in Soho. It is just a lovely six-minute walk from Trafalgar Square. Some of British history at its finest. I thought you and Lafayette might like to go. If you do not wish to attend the fight, there is always the theatre.
And…” he smiled as he took the passports out of his breast jacket pocket. “I have your passports.”
“What?” she eyed him.
“Well, we could walk the ley-lines to get there but I’m not for sure if we could include Lafayette in that method of travel.”
“These are excitn’ times,” she grinned.
“Indeed,” he smiled back. “Let us greet the day and end it with the new dark in London!”
The day was spent hurrying about! They all went into Shreveport and purchased new clothes. A few shiny do-dads and then it was time to be heading out. Mr. Hayes got Pamela on the plane followed on by the other three. When the private Lear jet was wheels up, they raced across the Southern tip of the U.S. and then over the Atlantic, heading for London and Sookie thought that things she had only dreamed of doing were finally coming true.
They made it through customs without a hiccup and Mr. Hayes had Pamela in tow and was off to The Ritz to check them in while the group went off to explore London. “Not to worry,” Mr. Hayes kept repeating as he patted Sookie on the hand as she watched the sights go by. “I have this. You will eventually be in Trafalgar Square. A lovely area with many different roads and stories to tell. Please say hello to Admiral Nelson for me. I did so enjoy working for him. I will send Miss Pamela in that direction as soon as she rises, which will be shortly. Now, run along and enjoy! Covent Garden and Soho await your arrival!
Here, Trafalgar Square,” Mr. Hayes said as he wrapped on the glass of the Rolls. “My people need off here my good man,” he said. Hopping out, he helped Sookie as Eric and Lafayette exited another door. Getting back in, he closed the door and the transport motored off.
“Good advice,” Lafayette grinned holding up his map. “Me and my little mans, we is off and shoppin’. I needs this and that’s and Mr. Erics, we thanks you kindly for the offer of the fierceness of the fight, but I ams a lover and not a fighter. Besides, I am sures you have down and dirty front row seats. Don’t be needin’ any blood on me or my Poppy.”
“Tru dat,” O.I. replied nodding his head.
“Have fun,” Sookie called after them as they took off sniffing the wind and talking about the roasting chestnuts.
The two blonde cousins roamed the streets and shops, pausing to look or purchase some small tasty tidbit for Sookie.
“Try theses grapes,” Eric said as he purchased a small paper cone for her from a street vendor. “I can smell them. Very sweet. The sugar caresses the nose. They are Italian, the grape sun-kissed over looking The Med with the ocean breezes dusting it with salt.”
“M-m-m-m,” Sookie nodded as he put one in her mouth and she bit down. “That is really good.”
“Yes,” he grinned as he brushed the hair back from her face and tucked it behind one ear. “We need to be at Trafalgar Square so we can meet up with Pam,” Eric said casually as he draped his arm over Sookie’s shoulder. “The plan was to meet up an hour after the sun set.”
“About a six-minute walk,” Sookie grinned. “It seems like everywhere is about a six-minute walk from a tube station.”
“Just like it was planned,” Eric grinned and they started in the direction of Admiral Nelson. When they got there, Sookie walked up to the statue and said, “Mr. Hayes sends his regards. He says that he really enjoyed working for you.”
There was a moment when the statue grinned at her. “A good man,” she heard whispered on the wind and then she was just staring, maybe with her mouth open, at the statue.
“My maker,” Sookie felt the breeze and then saw Pamela. “How wonderful you two look. Taking in the sights. And see how lovely Druid House looks. So relaxed and refined. She understands about once in a lifetime opportunities. I told you she would be agreeable to side stepping all that pesky paperwork and just sitting down to business with Stickley and Butler.”
“What?” Sookie said, turning to Eric.
“At The Ritz, after the fight,” Pam was radiating out happiness and vampire health! “We have front row seats. Boxing is the only sport Eric approves of and yes ma’am, he is going to get an opportunity to buy in with no monetary cost, just a meet and greet with you, Druid House.”
Sookie was incensed as she put it all together. “London, I have your passports, stay at The Ritz. Let me take you there so that I might purchase you the grapes you mentioned in passing,” she hissed.
“Well Were shit,” Eric mumbled to himself. He just might not get the buy-in after all. There was one pissed off lady. He was not so happy about this himself!
*Sookie, fuming, to a frustrated Eric whilst facing off in the middle of Trafalgar Square an hour past twilight, “No, I wanted muscadine grapes, not green grapes! Geeze! Just…never mind…the fight’s about to start and I’m gettin’ hangry over here. Just send Pam for a double cheeseburger and a banana shake, ok?” Turning, she walked back over to Lord Nelson. They could hear her disparaging vampires in general. Him in particular and Eric was surprised that she even knew some of those words!
“What?” Pamela asked. “What just happened? I don’t do food runs for humans,” she snarked. “And where the hell do you purchase a banana milk shake in London?”
“Gournet Burger Kitchen,” Eric hissed at Pamela as Sookie, having vented, walked over to a bench and sat down. “You make this happen,” he was bending down and in her face. “I did not have the opportunity to tell her anything. Now she knows everything and if you don’t get her a burger and that fucking shake before the fight starts, I would say the deal is off. Along maybe with your head.”
“Of course my maker! Should I purchase the same for everyone at the fight? I can have it delivered.”
“Child…” he spit out.
Vamp speed, she was gone.
That is all the hand off lines that I have received. If you wish for Chapter the Threes, I need a line. Otherwise, it is back to putting up crown moulding, major furniture re-arranging and cleaning out a closet.
As always, thanks for reading!
Be blessed and be the blessing,