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.
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“Good thing Thanksgivin’ is over,” Sookie looked out at the crowd. “And I got a little time before Christmas rolls around. If insanity is comin’ on, I could use a piece of pie. Anyone else?”
“Yes ma’am,” O.I. said fluttering up. “Insanity hub-bubbin’ at your door and all, a true pie occasion,” his voice sincere. “I could smells the wonderfulness of those perfectnesses from the oven. Maybe it should be a ritual,” he said looking over his shoulder as he fluttered off to the kitchen. “When the crazies move in, we could have pie! Ah-h-h-h, Miss Sookie, where would I find this pie, exactly?”
“On my way,” she smiled at him. “Come on. I know we have some pumpkin left and a pecan pie. I could use a slice of each. And maybe some ice cream.”
Sitting around the kitchen table, they all watched her as she sliced, scooped and served.
As Sookie puttered about she spied the coffee canister and gave herself an inner hug. She was going for it! Woohoo! Coffee! At this hour! Screw it! Coffee and pie! “What’s the deal with coffee?” she asked as she lifted the lid and inhaled. “It seemed to be a deal breaker for Etty. Her magic mojo just sorta went to hell.”
“Coffee?” the three fae looked at her.
“Here, I am gonna’ make a pot. And probably drink a cup or two. I should not this late…or is it early? But right now I don’t think it matters much.”
Placing four scoops in the coffee maker, she passed the container. “Interesting,” Er-erikr, took a sniff. “It has a very clean smell,” as he passed it to O.I.
“Really,” Sookie looked over her shoulder at him. “I would not describe that as clean. Celery smells clean…this…this smells like coffee.”
Fairly took a whiff. “I recognize that smell. Coffee, in the text I read when I was young, it was called joe and the vampyres took all of it with them when they were banished.”
“What?” Came the startled voices from everyone in the kitchen.
Eric’s voice was the loudest! “Vampires? Blood sucking vampires? They were Fae?”
Her eyes grew wider at the startled responses. “They drank joe and slept during the nights when the two blue moons would rise. I did not read anything about them drinking blood. But they were…were callers for justice and righting wrongs. They would drink joe and…and…displace your aura is what the text said.
The queen at the time of their banishment, her clan was one of witches. And the witches were beginning to do mischief on the days when the blue moons would rise, knowing they could not be stopped. Although not present, the vampires set a trap for them and caught the wrong doers which included the queen’s mother and sisters.
The queen was furious at the trickery and twisted the facts stating that the witches had found the vampires doing foul deeds and insisted to her king that they be banished.”
“There would be no way in hell vampires could take all of the coffee bushes with them,” Sookie said. “Some one had to destroy all of what grew there. Any bets it is the same ilk that is killin’ Fairly’s tree?”
“It is a crime punishable by death to knowingly and willfully destroy a living tree of any kind,” the king sounded a bit testy.
Eyeing the pot, Eric was putting his vampire heritage together. “Coffee. What a useful tool. Something that could break down a spell that was being used against you,” Eric chuckled, “now, who would want to get rid of that?”
Sookie poured herself a cup of coffee. “Well Eric, all I can say is thanks to you and yours for bringin’ coffee here.”
“What?” Fairly stuttered. “My prince,” her eyes grew round and her lower jaw dropped a bit. “Are…are…you a vampyre?”
“Yes,” he nodded.
Placing her hand around her neck, she tugged at the simple chain that came up over her neck. In her hand was a very small, round purple cylinder crystal, not bigger that a match stick. “My mother said to give this to my king’s son that was a vampire,” she said as she removed the chain and placed it back around her neck.
“What?” Eric and his father both said at the same time
“She knew I was a vampire?” Eric hissed.
“She knew he was a vampire?” Distaste and anger vibrated through the words.
Fairly looked from father to son. Yes, her king was older. But at first glance, it was like looking at a mirror image. Only the son, he had more of an edge to him. She did not think it was the vampire that set the sharpness. She knew how his mother died.
Her mother’s death had at least been over before the sun set. If this one was to ever be crowned king, heads would roll in a way not seen since the earliest of days.
“Yes,” she nodded, her auburn curls following her movement. “She was most specific. She said if I was to meet this son, to give him this, other than that I was to wear it as a favored talisman from my mother, if anyone were to ask.”
“They were watching you even then, my son,” Er-erikr was shaking his head in disgust. “I wonder which one they trusted that job too?”
“I do not know for certain, but Marigold, perhaps,” Fairly said quietly. “She is one of the oldest and mother would comment when she would be gone. Not to anyone else, mind you, only to me. Her voice was always very pointed when she mentioned it as well as her eyes and ears. None of the others were ever…not there…” she shrugged.
“Nothing to be done about that now,” Eric was intently observing the crystal. “I will just be more vigilant in the future.”
“But they would have known before the war,” his father insisted.
“Yes,” was his quiet reply. “They were watching mother die, you grieving and me dying on a battle field only to be turned by Godric. I cannot dwell there Father. I would kill all of them.
This however,” he admired the small crystal. “It could be a key of some sort,” Eric held it up to the light. “The ancient Egyptians used a wooden pin locking system. Samuel and I saw plenty of those in our tomb raiding days. Plus, it is purple and a crystal. That could mean nothing or it could mean everything.
Or, something could fit through the hole to hold it in place and this could act as an axletree…that would be a linchpin. Same principle as the locking system. This would have to be present for the mechanism to work. Here again, the color and the material of the cylinder could be everything.”
“Or perhaps,” Sookie held out her hand and Eric placed it there. “It has somethin’ written on it that can only be read on the night of a cold moon or with our starlight. The time when a vampire would be out. Perhaps written in a language only the king’s son would understand.
Cloudy out there,” Sookie gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. “You can check, but it is dark.”
“Excuse me,” Eric said as he stood and went out the kitchen door. In a few minutes he returned. “Miss Sookie, you are on the right track. It changed color and pulsed. Light, dark, light, dark.
I am flying above the cloud cover. I will be back in a few minutes.”
They all watched Eric leave and Sookie poured herself another cup of coffee.
“Somethin’ has been eatin’ on me,” O.I. said as he put down his fork and eyed wistfully the last crumb of crust on his plate. “After the war, the godmothers returned books to the library of the language that it was written in. Why would Pearl be lookin’ in the basement for somethin’ written in dragon?”
Fairly was thoughtful. “I don’t know that the reference books citing all the works would have been returned. They were after all, the same books in every library. There was nothing there that could speak of treason. We certainly had the dragon unabridged references listing all your works. There were plenty of addendums. Just one page documents that accompanied the works when there was an update.”
“So somethin’ private and eye brow raisin’ written in dragon could have been slipped in. Somethin’ to prove innocence and point a finger to the true traitors…?”
“Well, of course,” she nodded.
“Would explains the burnin’s. Let’s say your momma wrote up somethin’ to clear her name. Maybe someone she trusted knew about it. Maybe they went to the Chancellor and she said just to burn it all. Only the war started and not everythin’ got destroyed.”
“With the innocents dead, there would be no reason to go back and finish the job.” There was a look on the king’s face that Sookie recognized. There may be calm on his face, but there was killing in his eyes. At that moment, he looked just like his son!
They heard the door and Eric walked back in. “Under the starlight, you can see the Runes that have been engraved inside the stone. N,S,A,V. Which represent the four directions in Norse. Norðri, Suðri, Austri and Vestri. The crystal goes into the center of a *Uunartoq disc, otherwise known as a twilight compass. This allowed us to navigate once the sun went down.”
“So my mother left proof of their innocence somewhere in the library…” her voice trailed off. “And, my prince, she trusted you to find it.”
“Well then, Fairly, I think you could do your Chancellor a great service by righting the library, putting back into good order whatever is there,” Er-Erikr’s voice held steel. “And,” his face softened, “will someone come looking for you? You have been gone for a bit and now a bit.”
“I am no one, my king,” she replied.
Er-erikr shook his head. “Not any more. The Chancellor is going to start thinking about righting the library. You will be her most valuable resource. Because of this, she will begin to keep tabs on you. We need to get you back. O.I., if you would please, open a portal…you have been in their library, correct?”
“Yes my king, an age ago, but I can still fix on a point.”
“Most excellent. Now, Fairly we thank you for your valuable intel and you time and for your faithfulness to your mother. Until a later time, walk well under the two blue moons.”
“And to you as well, my king,” she said standing, curtsied and taking O.I.’s paw she stepped out the door and into the blazing light that was waiting for her.
“So there is something in the library that can only be seen in the dark by a vampire,” Sookie said as she looked from father to son, “using this twilight compass.”
“Seems to be,” Eric replied as he frowned.
“I will leave you two to talk,” Er-erikr said rising. “I am sure you have much to discuss. Good night my son,” he slowly reached for Eric.
Eric’s face said nothing but he reached back and the two embraced in a hug.
“Miss Sookie,” the king of the fae took her hand and brought it to her lips with an arm still around Eric. “Thank you for the pie and coffee and your lovely company. I look forward to many more gathering, only under happier circumstances.”
“It was nice to meet you,” she smiled in return. “I am glad we got this chance. And I would just like to say you and your wife, you did a fine job of raisin’ your son. Eric may be a bad ass, but he has a set of moral convictions that make him someone worth knowing.”
“That would be his mother and his grandmother,” the older man said with a bow of his head. “Two finer women have never lived. Tonight I am honored to say I have met a third who stand in the good company of the Sookiehawk clan.”
Sookie blushed. “Well…well…”
Eric stepped into the conversation. “We will be on guard for the fae insanity but Sookie and I must get back to our lives. My vampire queen wants Sookie to do some work for her and Sookie’s holy days are coming on. She is very busy cooking and decorating during this time. And since we need the coin of this realm to live, we will be working our jobs here as well.
Plus, Compton still walks the earth. I need to know how this is possible. If you would please, research that and let me know.”
“Check with O.I. about that. He is very knowledgeable about the magics. He would be my go-to source.”
“Thank you, I will do that.” There was a long pause. “Father, I do not say this lightly. And I am shocked that I say it at all. But I will help you when I can. Advance warning is helpful but I know is not always doable. Short of dropping a house on me, get my attention. I will admit to being most curious about how far back this conspiracy goes to over-run our house. I will see Samuel and retrieve my Uunartoq. I will be ready with my device whenever Fairly has the library sorted out.”
“Thank you my son. I love you.”
Sookie watched as another portal opened outside her kitchen door and the king walked out and was gone.
“What cha’ thinkin’?” she asked Eric as she closed the door.
“That before O.I. returns, I need a kiss,” he said pulling her up onto him. His lips took hers, hungry and needy. Her mouth was warm, wet, and full of promise as his greedy tongue touched every space and his lips echoed what his lower body was doing to hers. Push, withdraw, push, withdraw…take her upstairs and…
“Eric…” she was able to mumble in a whisper and then they both heard the knock at the door.
“Fucking O.I.,” he said as the kiss broke apart.
O.I. and M.E. were fluttering by the front door.
“It is just mean what you are doing, o’ king of the dragons,” his brother’s toothy grin reflected back yellow in the porch light.
“I know,” O.I. grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “But righteous businesses before joyful pleasurin’. And our prince, he does so be wantin’ his pleasure. Just doin’ my part to help this here situation along.”
“And what situation would that be?” M.E. laughed.
“Keepin’ my prince on his toes and his fangs down. Mind sharp and mean. Gonna’ get nasty muck rollin’ dirty before he gets to the nastin’ part of getting’ naked with Miss Sookie.
Now, looks sad and contrite, heres they come.”
When Sookie opened the door, Eric was standing right behind here. Both dragons offered up deep and respectful bows.
“Fairly is safely deposited in the library where we lefts her workin’ away. We has returned to resume our duties my lady, to you and yours. I knows day light is comin’ on and my prince needs to seeks shelter. But I fugureds you wanted to get to the mo’ fo’n piece of Compton business before you retired.”
Eric glared at O.I. and O.I. just looked that much more sorrowful.
“I ams deeply and truly sorrowed my prince that Compton still walks. I knows your stake was true, but the witches has doused him with gooey goody. I looked it up just now, just to make sure. This is what enables him to still walk. As the stake entered, it pulled the gooey goody ins with it. Coated the wound, so to speak. Good news is that it pulled all the goody into the wound so it only heals the once. The bad news is that this mo fo’n unrighteous mo fo’er is still alive. But more good news is I stopped off at the house. Saw my momma and told her what we was up against. I tolds her about the wrongness doin’ to the righteous and hows our prince is standin’ by his daddy’s side. Brought tears to her old eyes. So she gave me this,” he said as he help up a beautiful, blue pearled egg that fit in the palm of Eric’s hand. “It is one of her unfertilized eggs. Cracks it open, drinks, eats the shell and walks in daylight. Your inner dragon shall shine forth and you will be the baddest of the bad asses in the realm of the cold moon.”
Eric held it up to the light.
“That’s…that’s an egg?” Sookie said leaning in for a closer look. “My gawd, it is beautiful! And…and I can see through it.”
“Tis why we are such handsome devils,” M.E. grinned. “We start out as sheer perfection.”
The dragons fluttered inside as Eric and Sookie stepped back in and closed the door.
“Eat, drink and walk,” Eric’s voice held amusement. “Really? Well, why not,” he said to no one. “I used to break the tops off of eggs with my knife when I was a boy,” Eric looked at the two dragons. “Does that principle apply here?”
“Can do, woulds be most elegant, I thinks,” O.I turned to M.E. “What thinks you? Momma gave me no instructions on the presentation and consumption.”
“I think that would be rather elegant. Nothing finer to be drinking out of then the shell itself.”
“Let’s get a knife out of the kitchen, then.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have anything more special than our old family knifes,” Sookie sighed. “We have a small parin’ knife that belonged to my great, great, great grandmother. And a butcher knife that my great, great grandmother killed a Yankee with that was trying to set fire to the chicken coop. What you have there, I think that just calls for something magical lookin’ with a fancy pummel and runes engraved on the blade. That sorta thing.”
“Miss Sookie,” O.I. took her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. “This house is one of pure hearts. Everythin’ you touch is magical. We is honored.”
“Thank you O.I.” she said sniffling a bit and wiping at her eyes.
From the long knife magnet on the wall, Eric took down the pairing knife. Tapping the egg around the top, he lifted off the lid he had created. Raising the egg into the air, he said, “Skål,” and brought it to his lips and drank.
“Liquid fire,” he sputtered as he popped the small piece of egg into his mouth and crunched and then the rest of the egg.
“It just dissolved,” he said as he swallowed.
“Good,” M.E. nodded. “Any after affects would be immediate. You are looking extremely well my prince.”
O.I. was nodding in agreement as he closely watched Eric. “It has gots to percolate throughs your system. You has gots to stay dark for one full rotation of your sun, Momma said. Startin’ now.”
“My room has black out curtains. He can sleep under my bed,” Sookie nodded. “This way.”
“Sleep under the bed,” Eric groused. “Was not what I was hoping for.”
Sookie patted him on the arm and gave him a sad smile.
“Sun will be coming up my prince,” M.E. fluttered behind them as they climbed the stairs. “In twenty-four hours, you will be the baddest ass out there. Well, except for O.I. of course. He is the baddest of Momma’s brood.”
“Gots to be,” O.I. fluttered along behind them. “All them snot nosed squatters, druggers and shitters on life, wantin’ to drop by and pass some time with her. Flamed more than one of their sorry asses, I did. Will be flamin’ a lot more.”
Having settled under the bed, there was one major thing that had to be done before his day rest took him. Removing his phone, he punched one on his speed dial.
“Child, cover for me,” was all he said and then hung up.
The minutes passed…Eric was running a constant scan of himself and decided he did not feel any different as he lay beneath Sookie’s bed, waiting for the sun to come up. Sun up should just about be on the horizon. Any moment he should feel the heat as it began its upward trek.
He could hear a clock chiming, which was odd, because Sookie did not have a clock that chimed. And there was the smell of something he did not recognize being carried on a breeze that was gently pushing his hair around.
When he opened his eyes, there was a dragon staring back at him. Their claws pushing the hair back from his face.
“Hello my son,” she smiled at him. “Welcome to the family.”
“Hello Mother,” he smiled at her. “Am I dreaming?”
“You walk the dragon time line,” she replied. “We exist in our own realm. We choose to be seen where we presently exist or we simply fade to memoires and dreams. We were charged by The Light to walk the land of the fae. Here we reside until we are told to do differently.”
“Will I really be able to walk in the sunlight?” he asked.
“My son, you are dragon. You can mo’ fo’n do whatever you want.”
“Perfect,” he grinned as he felt an electric current infiltrate his entire body and the complete history of the dragons began to download into him.
When Eric woke, it was still dark. “Odd,” he said as he moved out from under Sookie’s bed. “I have no sense of time and not one clue as to where the sun is in relationship to the horizon. Oh, and there is the sweet smell of my Sookie.” She had just showered and there was a damp, earthy smell all over the room. Gliding up from under the bed, he glanced at the nightstand, the clock said eight.
“And is my heart beating? And am I warm? And are my eyes still blue? All very good questions. Especially in regards to my blue eyes. I might love being dragon, but I would hate to sacrifice those baby blues. I just love the way they twinkle.”
Walking into the bathroom he disrobed and carefully regarded the nude reflection of himself. Yes, there was color to his skin. He was flesh tone! No more tanning spray for him! Yes, his heart appeared to be beating. Well, there was a story in the telling! And it would be a good one. And what was that tattooed above his heart? Why, it was the Alpha and the Omega. The new and improved Eric. Eat a dragon’s egg and be the dragon!
“The past twenty-four hours was time well spent,” he mused. “Just a couple of hours past sundown. So I have the rest of the evening. And hell, maybe the daylight as well.”
Going down the stairs, he could see Sookie coming out of the kitchen.
“Great, you are up!” she ran the rest of the way to greet him. “I was worried but O.I. said not to be. You just never know how long dragon is going to take.” Wrapping her arms around him he walked with her attached to him down the rest of the stairs.
“You are warm,” she grinned. “And would you just look at the way your skin tones sets off your eyes. Damn! You are handsome!”
Grinning at her, he kissed her nose.
“Pam said to call whenever you got the chance. She said New Orleans is stirrin’ and she is tired of coverin’ for your ass.
Personally,” she smiled up at him and then reaching, gave him a kiss. “I like your ass.”
“So it all went to hell because I was off the grid for twenty-four hours?” he made a face, then smiled and pulled her up for another kiss.
It was slow and delicious, this kiss. Then it became slower and more delicious. Sookie had wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands were everywhere on his chest.
O.I. cleared his throat and the two broke apart.
“Five days,” Sookie said a bit breathlessly.
“You were down for the count my prince for five days,” M.E. nodded.
“Interesting,” he was thoughtful. “Mother said I walked the dragon time line. I still have no idea what that means but the concept is no longer as foreign to me as it once was.”
“Mother?” O.I. fluttered over. “You mean Momma?”
“No,” he shook his head. “Or maybe.”
“What did she look like?” he asked. “The color of her eyes?”
“They were blue, like mine,” Eric responded. “And on her forehead was the Alpha and the Omega. It was beautifully entwined and was the same blue color as the egg.”
“Mo’ fo’n!” O.I. fluttered closer and peered into Eric’s eyes. “Has heard the stories, but has not actually been in the presence of the Dragon Mother, Herself. Not in dreams, not is drunken stupors, not while walkin’ the dragon time line. You’s has been blessed, my prince. Did she give you a gift? I has heards that those that sees Herself receives a gift. My great granny, she was given a jewel in the middle of her forehead. Herself tolds her it was her third eye that had opened. And it was and it did. Great granny could soothsay in her sleep with both eyes closed. Now I know you are thinkin’ all dragons can but not like this. Dragons woulds comes from everywhere to have the words spoken over them. They brought gifts and Granny’s treasure hoard is still the most remarkable thing that is talked of in present day dragon hoarding.
Woulds be helpful my prince if you hads such a jewel. Folks would pay to see it and has you speaks the words and you would not has to works so hard in this realm.”
Eric patted around on himself and shook his head. “No jewel that I am aware of.”
“However, she did gift me with this.” Setting Sookie down, he raised his shirt.
“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. and M.E. both breathed out. “Mo-o-o fo’n,” they said again. “Yous is her first child and her last…” they said as they both went down to the floor and kneeled.
“Stop it you two,” Eric growled at them. “Get up. You know I don’t hold with that shit.”
“Yes my prince,” they were once more both fluttering, their faces even with Eric’s.
O.I was once more all business. “So what else has changed?”
Eric nodded and began. “I know that dragon lore was downloaded into me. I cannot remember much of it, but as I watched the images flash across my eyes, it all made perfectly good sense. It reminded me of when my grandmother bled her women’s knowledge into me. When it was happening, I had several ah-ha moments.
After her death, with each passing moment, it seemed like a distant dream. Just as this does. But the present must be addressed.
Pamela called, what else did I miss?”
“The first day you were down, across the cemetery, Compton is moving back into his family’s lovely planation home,” Sookie snickered. “When Gran answered the door, and he stood there with flowers he stole off great-grandma’s grave that had just been placed there by Gran and M.E., M.E. glamoured the hell out of him and told him not to come back.”
“Compton,” Eric smiled. “And so handily handy. So far life is looking very good. What else should I take note of?”
“The weather has been all hinky,” Sookie said. “We are now into December, and it normally does not hit one hundred degrees, tornado, then have the temperature drop a hundred degrees and blow in a blizzard. That was on Monday after you had been down for a couple of days. Today is hovering at 30 and the snow is still falling and is piling up on the ground. Bon Temps has come to a stand still as has most of the upper part of the state.
Now that you are up, we are all wondering what is gonna’ happen next.”
“I have no idea. But I need to call the child. I’ll see what I have missed out on as far as vampire business goes and then I shall get back to you.”
“You can use the kitchen,” Sookie said. “Gran has gone to bed and is reading. Lafayette is out bringing in firewood. He said if he was gonna’ be snowed in, he was doing it where there was heat and light. He doesn’t have a fireplace and he has no electricity. I’ll be here,” she smiled at him as she settled on the love seat.
Nodding his head Eric headed toward the kitchen just in time to see something flash past the window. It was moving baby vampire fast and appeared to have red hair. “I have the fix for that,” Eric smiled to himself as he stepped outside into the falling snow. Walking around the house, he was just in time to see Lafayette’s dragon, M.R., plucking out her eyes.
“Nicely done,” Eric grinned as the joined the small gathering. “Neat, precision gouging, M.R. I am most impressed.”
“I glamoured her first, then removed them. She threatened to do the same to my Lafayette. Glamour him and then pluck out his eyes,” he tisked, “foolish child. I rubbed a little spit in her eye sockets so they won’t be growing back.”
“Nicely done, indeed,” Eric said with a bow of his head. “Lafayette, good to see you.”
“Goods to be seen,” he smiled. “We is movin’ wood to the house.”
“Good plan,” Eric replied. “I’ll grab a load and then I need to be in the kitchen to make a phone call. Apparently N.O. is in crisis mode.”
“Gots that, His La La Fineness says. We shall stack the wood on the front porch and keep the living room a toasty 68 degrees.”
“Remember nothing and be gone,” M.R. said to Compton’s child. “And once you get to the grave yard, scream. Scream and scream and scream. Let your maker come running and then scream some more. Scream until it is time to go to ground and then scream in your day slumber. Keep his sorry ass awake all day. Hopefully this will give your foul maker a case of the bleeds and one for yourself, as well, little missy. Now be gone!”
“And myself as well,” Eric smiled, grabbed a stack of wood and headed for the front porch. Entering the front door, he stopped to give Sookie a kiss, sighed as he kissed her again and then headed for the kitchen.
Hitting one on his speed dial he was greeted with a very loud, “What the fuck, Eric! Just what the fuck! Just…what…the…fuck! N.O. has been all over me wanting to know where you were. All I had was that he was unavailable at this time because he was taking care of the Queen’s business. I fucking hope you have something to show Sophie-Anne that proves that you have been working and not playing. And just what the fuck!” she yelled. “Compton has moved back along with that red-headed witch of a child he spawned. She actually stopped by here and demanded….demanded…!” Pam was howling mad, “That I produce you, right then on she was going to call the Sophie-Anne and tell her I was being a bitch and not sharing you on purpose. Just! What! The! Fuck!” she was now yelling at the phone. “That little bitch coming into our place of business and making demands of me. She has no idea how close she came to getting a stake through her heart.”
There was now silence on the other end of the phone. He could hear Pam sitting down and now adjusting her lipstick. She was in her office. He heard her chair roll back and now her feet were up on her desk.
“Wearing the black diamond heel studded Jimmy’s tonight are you? And the little bitch did what? Ask you if you bought them at Target?”
“I am going to place one little tiny splinter after another into her heart. And when it looks like my grandmother’s pin cushion, I am going to drag her ass out so she can watch the sun rise.”
“Sorry child,” Eric’s voice was full of amusement. “She won’t be seeing the sun rise…or anything else. She is blind and oh…wait one..do you hear that?” Eric stood and opened the kitchen door.
“That screaming in the back ground?” There was a hint of glee in her voice.
“Well yes, that is the discount store shopping whore who will from now until she rises attempt to scream her head off. Keeping her maker and herself awake today.”
“Well just damn,” and he could hear the respect in her voice.
“And oh, did I mention her eyes have been removed and will not grow back.”
“My maker,” there was wonder in her voice. “My respect and high regard of you knows no end.”
“Yes, I know,” he smiled at the phone. “So what is up with Sophie-Anne?”
“She needs the telepath. She needs you. She needs you and the telepath. She needs you to stake Compton. She needs you to bring Compton with you when you come to N.O. She needs you to burn Compton out and tell him to get his ass back to N.O.
This…this…” Pam sighed, “was just the first night she knew you could not be reached.
Then, when the snow started, covering your entire area, only, she knew you were up to something fun and wanted to be a part of it. She has called every night since wanting to be a part of it. She called tonight, still wanting to be a part of it.”
“Thank you child. You do me proud. I will call her.”
“Eric, you doing okay?” she asked and he could hear the concern.
“Never better,” he replied. “Tell Chow he is in charge for the rest of the evening and take the night off.
Child…child…” he smiled as he put his phone away. Pam was not one to wait around and see if you would change your mind. She was half way to N.O. by now to shop.
“Let us get this done,” he rolled his eyes and punched in Sophie-Anne’s cell number.
“My Queen,” Eric gave a slight bow of his head when she picked up her phone. She loved that and right now Eric was pandering to her basic needs. Otherwise it was just too much fun to fuck her over.
“Sheriff,” it sounded like desperation in her voice. There was a party going on in the room. He smiled when everything stopped and they all tuned in to listen.
“My gawd-d-d-d-d Eric, I have been so worried. You out of reach and your child just telling me you were working for me, doing what you could to increase my coffers. And that was all she knew!” he could hear the tears now. Probably ones of joy thinking he was bringing her home the mother load.
“Yes my Queen,” he said bowing his head again. “Although not the treasure I was hoping for, but a small casket of jewels and other trinkets. I hope you find them worthy. If not, perhaps you will pass them out to those whom you have found favor with.”
“Oh-h-h-h-h Sheriff,” she moaned.
Eric grinned. His queen had just had an orgasm.
“How very thoughtful of you. And now I am most intrigued but sadly business awaits me. The governor of this great state has agreed to meet with me with me Friday night. Which is just two days away! Which is why I was so desperate to speak to you! I need you and the telepath to be in residence. Post haste! Should I send a helicopter for you?”
“No my Queen. I can get us out of Area Five. Is this behind the scenes or are we to actually be in attendance?”
“I will require you by my side. Compton shall abide with the telepath in another room.”
“No my Queen,” Eric was shaking his head and frowning. “I do not know what Compton has told you, but he no longer represents Miss Stackhouse. She reports directly to me. Which means I ensure her safety at all times. I have given her my word and I stand by that.”
“What? But Bill said…”
“Bill lies, your majesty. Why don’t you ask him how much of a cut he took from her paychecks and how much did he pay in taxes to you. I am sure the numbers do not add up.”
“Really?” And he could hear it. She was pissed. One sure way to get on her bad side was to cheat her of any monies she thought she was due.
“Is this a formal affair, my queen, business casual or a cocktail event? We need to know so that Miss Stackhouse may shop.”
“The governor is coming from a black tie affair. So we shall be dressed formally.”
“Good to know. I know how extremely you are. Is there anything else?” he asked.
“No Sheriff,” he could hear the smile in her voice. “That is all for now. We do so look forward to seeing you. And oh…the price for the telepath’s services?”
“My Queen, because my venture did not turn out as grandly as I thought it would, I am more than happy to pick up the bill.”
“Thank you Sheriff,” she replied, her voice was soft and tender. “Until Friday.”
Thinking about the coming days, Eric fired off a text message to Pam. Get to N.O. Check the armory. Wednesday night have the penthouse freshened up. Three humans in residence early Thursday. Ladies will be present. Fresh flowers everywhere. Will need Mr. Lee. Formal wear for two males and one female. With Queen Friday night. Need a small casket of jewels and gold. Spanish, early 1600’s. About 30 pounds worth.
When Eric came out of the kitchen, Gran had joined those in the living room.
“This is how this is going to play out,” Eric said as he sat down and gave back verbatim the conversation he had just had with Sophie-Anne.
“So we are all going to New Orleans,” Gran smiled. “Will, will the roads be cleared?”
“We are going out by helicopter,” Eric replied. “I have to make the phone call and set that up.”
The next several hours they talked strategies. Gran and Lafayette both were concerned about what was going to transpire.
“Sophie-Anne has been wanting to work this deal with the governor since he was elected. She won’t glamour him so she thinks to do the next best thing. Have Sookie there so she can figure out what she is going to need to win this contract.”
“Just gots to say this boyfriend,” Lafayette was watching Eric. “How is you gonna’ ‘splain’ what fineness you has gots going on?”
Eric laughed out loud. “Well, that is in the telling…” as he began his explanation of how he now appeared to be human.
Gran and Lafayette said their goodnights and left Eric and Sookie sitting on the couch.
“You are somethin’ else,” she grinned at him as she climbed up into his lap.
“Thank you,” he smiled at her.
“Is this the part where I invite you into my bed? I am hoping this is the part because I really want to invite you into my bed.”
“I have mixed feelings,” Eric responded.
“What?” she drew back from him. “Are you kiddin’ me?”
“No,” he shook his head. “Do I take you to New Orleans with your body shouting Eric’s Eric’s Eric’s! Or do we keep it on a professional level?”
“Does it matter?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” he replied. “If we are strictly business, that will be respected, up to a point. If they think we are lovers, the speculation begins. Are you telling the Queen the truth? Or am I getting the information first so I can sell it to the highest bidder? That is what the vampire crowd that will be whispering in the background.”
“Seriously?” Sookie frowned. “What an awful way to live.”
“This is entertainment for them, Lover. Do not ever forget that. So I am going to provide them with the best entertainment of all.”
“You are somethin’,” she grinned at him and then became serious. “So…what do you want to do until the sun comes up?”
“Listen to you scream my name,” he nuzzled her neck as he picked her up and carried her upstairs. “There will be no penetration and no blood letting, but we are doing everything else.”
“Everythin’ else,” she moaned as his head ducked and his lips found her nipple through the material. “Eric,” she moved her hands to his hair while he suckled.
“Everything else,” he said lifting his head and closing her door and placing her gently on the bed. “Now, let me remove these things that keep me from worshiping your naked body,” as he ran his hands from the neck of her shirt, popping off buttons, down to her pants, which he slipped off her and then kissed her clit through her panties. When she put her hands on his head and pushed him farther into her, he nipped her through the lace. Raising his head he said, “I think your toes will be a good place to start,” as he snagged her panties and took those with him.
“Eric, you make my breasts ache,” she moaned while he suckled on her toes.
“I am going to make everything ache,” he looked up from the foot of the bed. “And when you cum, you will be screaming for more.”
His mouth was on her clit, his tongue…well who knew where that was? It was constantly moving. His fingers kept tweaking her nipples. Just when she was there, she wasn’t and another wave would build and she would ride it until it almost crested and then he shifted and another wave would build.
He licked her entire body while his fingers never left her nipples.
What he did to her ass was unthinkable and she never wanted him to stop!
Every nerve was raw, wanting to explode! When his mouth was not on some part of her body, he spoke of what he was going to do to her next in graphic detail and how it made him feel. How hard he was. How much he wanted to get off inside of her.
“Please,” she was crying, the tears rolling down her checks. “I cannot…I cannot…Eric please…finish me.”
“What do you want?” was the voice in the darkness, deep and husky.
“I want you,” she replied. “In me…deep inside of me. Now. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…” came out in a deep, guttural moan.
“One more wave,” he whispered to her as he positioned her on the bed.
She knew she was screaming. She could not control it. There it was…the peak…the peak…it was starting…her womb clinched and her vaginal wall gripped around something that felt like velvet steel.
Above her there was movement, slow, sure, steady, then a quickening as she began to shudder and explode. A scream left her as her body melted into nothingness. The only thing she could feel was his weight upon her.
“Drink,” he said opening the vein in his neck, “and fuck them all. They look at you with anything but respect, they are all dead.”
O.I, M.E. and M.R. were in the kitchen playing cards. M.R. had made another pot of coffee while the last of the pecan pie was eyed by all three dragons.
“Winner gets the last slice,” O.I. said as he dealt them each a hand.
“Have you any two’s?” M.R. grinned as he looked from brother to brother.
“Go fish,” O.I. snorted and M.E. made a scary face and finally handed his over.
“Now,” M.R. looked from one to the other. “Any three’s? Hm-m-m-m?’
“Go fish,” they both laughed as they settled in eyeing the last of the Chivas as well.
“Good nights for cards,” O.I. smiled.
“And screaming,” M.R. chuckled. “That skank is still at it. You can hear Compton screaming at her to shut up as well. I did good!”
“From the sound of things,” M.E. laughed. “Our prince did good. Thinkin’ on that, maybe we should have a toast?”
“Well yes,” M.R. said putting down his cards. Getting the bottle he evenly poured what was left of the bottle into their three glasses.
“To our Prince,” O.I. said raising his glass.
“To the Sookiehawk line,” M.R. raised his high.
“To the glorious children yet to come,” M.E. smiled a big toothy grin. “I have seen them tonight and they are to be celebrated!”
The three brothers clinked their glasses together and toasted the future. “The Sookiehawks,” they all three said as they set down their empties and picked up their cards.
“I smell Sookiehawk blood,” O.I. chuckled. “A dragon is breeding. This calls for The Death’s from Above. Be’s back in a second.”
The two brothers sat grinning at each other until O.I. popped back in with a pitcher full of anything that does not kill you only makes you stronger. It was his own secret recipe.
Pouring it, they raised the purple liquid that swirled in their glasses in a salute.
“To Herself,” O.I. said with great reverence.
“To Herself,” they echoed back.
Draining their glasses, they picked up their cards.
“Better nots have been any cheatin’ while I was gones,” O.I. looked at his two brothers.
“Mo’ fo’n…” they both hissed.
“So you just sat grinnin’ at each others. Excellent. Now, has you any aces?”
*If you want to learn more about the twilight compass go to: https://www.livescience.com/44366-vikings-sun-compass-after-sunset.html.
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