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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Sookie knew the sun was up because their was a stray beam of light tickling her nose. She was in a bedroom. It was a very nice bedroom. Lots of paintings on the walls with battle scenes and righteous living and it appeared to be The Death from Above in that beautiful crystal mug. Dragons worked into the wood and carved dragons were supporting the beams.
“Eric must have brought us downstairs,” she wiggled around a bit and snuggled back into the pillows as she continued to look around. “That is a huge honking canopy over this bed and where is my stud?” And just like that, the door was opened by an arm wearing chain mail and in walked her lover, carrying a tray of what smelled divine!
“Is there a potty?” she asked.
“Through that door,” he smiled at her.
“I will be right back,” she got out of bed, gave him a kiss and headed that way.
“Eric,” she called out and then stuck her head back into the room. “I…I just looked out the window and there are…” she crossed her eyes and threw her arms around, “about that many folks and then a million more standing around outside in a line. Some have pitched those little cute pavilions and…and…what are they doing out there?”
“Oh, here on business of the castle type. Have forms that need to be filed. Visas that need to be blessed. Asses they need to kiss.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of you,” he smiled. “The two blue moons set as one this morning. Their Queen Sookie has returned to them. Apparently, this upper floor proves it.”
“What?” she eyed him.
“This floor can only be seen sometimes…I am told, on the night of the two blue moons and the stars all align and a few other mystical things. Ranger tells me it can now be seen from below. Their Queen Sookie is in residence in her Dragon’s Lair, it was called back in the day and apparently present day as well.”
“No,” she said. “I have never been here so how can I return? Eric, you have to help me out, here. This floor has just been spelled, or whatever. Spread that around. I am not their queen Sookie and someone whammied an invisible spell on this, oh,” she gasped, “as she stopped to admire the bed now that she was a distance from it. It appeared to be a dragon in flight!
“More than happy, too,” he grinned at her. “Take care of business, then some breakfast and then some sex and then…a whole lot of waving to the crowds as we move on to the next house in search of the murder of the moorteufels.”
“Not their Queen Sookie,” she said again, this time with quiet determination.
“My queen,” O.I. had a pained expression on his face. “Many doubted that you were. You heard that yesterday. You were,” he stressed, “just a Halfling, that had the very good luck to be named Sookie. Mo’ fo’n, the blue moons were not to suppose to rise last night. And yet they did. And mo’ fo’n, they never set as one. As in never! And yet they did. Sookie the First was a human, after all. And those unrighteous fools are now thinking that she could would return as a Halfling…” O.I shrugged. “ And this room…this floor, it does not exist. Has been rumors that it appeared when the blue moons showed up casting shadows of dragons, but I coulds not confirm or deny. Now here it is.”
“Oh come on! This is fae. All kinds of strange comes and goes here. What?” her voice lowered and she was watching O.I. “So just what does this mean?’
“Sookie the First was married to a dragon. All powerful, his stuff topnotch. When she passed on, he put a gaes on their floor or room or whatever,” O.I. said looking around. “Yes, your room takes up the entire floor,” he said nodding to himself. “So that it would disappear and only open to his Sookie. Or so the story says. There are recordings of what she wore and how she wore it. Simple drawings of her things. Her closet in particular.”
“So this floor just portaled in? Last night?”
“Looks to be that way,” O.I replied, his voice serious.
“That is something I cannot begin to deal with,” she shook her head. “Moving on and lets look for the good in this.
So the kingdom is set to rights and all is good, now that I have returned?” she replied with doubt in her voice. “Will someone or someones throw themselves down and admit to the killings and beg for mercy?”
“Oh no,” O.I. shook his head. “Everyone still wants to rule and side steppin’ you will give additional braggin’ rights. It will be killin’s as usual.”
“Good to know,” she sighed, “mo’ fo’n.
Nice room, though. Sookie the First, she had exquisite taste.”
There was breakfast, sex, shower, clothes…
“Clothes,” Sookie was looking in what was now her closet. “Everything looks like stardust in here,” she walked out of the closet that was bigger than the entire first floor of her home and waved Eric over. “I could use some help. O.I., you chime in any time as well. What do I wear today?”
“Queenly,” both males said at the same time.
“It all looks queenly in here to me. Besides, I thought this Sookie the First was a bad ass. It is a little hard to be whacking on people with whatever is at hand in all these ruffles and trains that go on forever.”
“Good point,” O.I. nodded. “After alls, today we is on the hunt. But not too muchy muchy of the whacking look for you my queen. That is why the Proxy King is here. To take care of business for you. That is his job. Whack, whack, whack. You just smiles and nods and tells your Proxy King who to whack on.”
“Hm-m-m,” was all she said when she stepped back inside. “There is a blue dress in here the color of Eric’s eyes. Simple flowing lines but a really nice fabric with what looks to be a velvet…oh yes, a velvet belt that has a lovely little sword attached to it. And there are some darling little what looks to be leather boots. Killer tooling on them.”
“Sounds good,” Eric grinned. “You do know, Lover, that you shall set the fashion trends from now on.”
“What-t-t-t-t?” she looked out at him. “No,” she shook her head. “Now, on with the dress, tighten the belt, oh how cute.
Oh look, a little chain mail topper over here in this to-war section. Hey this is really lightweight. I am so going to wear this.” They could hear the metal sliding on, “And now on with the boots. Oh…look at this scrunchy! I am wearing my hair in a pony tail! I am loving this!
What do you think?” she asked stepping out.
“Trend setter,” Eric grinned as he offered her his arm. The simple lines of the dress hugged her curves and the chain mail just accented everything else! “And gorgeous,” he kissed her as they walked out of the room with O.I. gliding along above her head.
“Where we headed first?” she asked as they went down the steps.
“First stop, check on Father and then out into the land of Fae. I hope today goes better than yesterday. But that is apparently doubtful.”
“Mo’ fo’n,” O.I. nodded, “very doubtful. Hopes there is somethin’ left in the keg. Coulds be the very best part of this here day. Just in case there is not, once we arrives, I will survey the situation and act accordingly.”
They could hear the music off in the distance once they stepped outside the castle.
You could see the line that snaked around to the front of the castle steps, with an occasional guard looking over paperwork and there were people everywhere relaxing and enjoying the party atmosphere.
“The King’s Own,” Ranger sounded out, “fall in. We are on the move.”
With Eric and Sookie in the center, the guards cleared the path they were to take. There was no waiting on anyone as those standing in the way saw that the guards were not going to give and they scattered out to give them room.
Some called out to “Queen Sookie!”
Sookie looked in their direction and waved as those around the offender told them to “Shush!”
“Watch this,” O.I. chuckled as they continued on their march. “Now you see them, now you don’t,” he smirked and sure enough, where before there had been folks standing in a very long line to take care of king’s business, the only ones that were left were taking down their tents and packing up.
“Here to see you, my queen,” O.I. was all business. “And they saw.”
“Did you see what she was wearing!” was being absorbed, tittered about and by one or two, fainted about!
“Which clan of the small ones collects the two moon dust?”
“They have not spun that in an age and an age!”
“Did they do that for her last night?”
“She was wearing dwarf mail? By the light! Dwarf mail! They live now in the Cloudless Mountains and are never seen!”
“I could just puke,” one lady was sobbing. “I mean just puke and never stop! How am I supposed to manage anything like that? And what color is her hair?”
“Her hair,” one just sat down and cried. “Did you see what she was wearing in her hair? I cannot fathom it…” as the tears ran down her face and she curled up into the fetal position and bawled.
As the Proxy King’s entourage approached the Courting King’s Pavilion, there were indeed many ladies camped out in the tree line. Not on the king’s property, but not so far away from the Courting King, either.
“I am willing to bet,” Eric was shaking his head as he saw his father being led in a dance step by one of his guards, “that the keg is open for business.”
“’Tis gonna be the best of days,” O.I. grinned. “Hopin’ there is still some to share. If nots you two should be just fine if I stepped out for two seconds to fetch some for toastin’. After all, is a new day.”
“It is always a new day,” Eric raised an eyebrow at O.I. “How much of that do you have stored?”
“Hidden, my Proxy King,” he chuckled. “And last batch was made before the Unholy Wars. Been agin’ nicely in those whiskey barrels I been pilferin’ from earth.”
“Wooden cask…” Eric arched his other eyebrow. “Would you happen to know anything at all about the wooden mead barrels that would go missing from our village from time-to-time? Sometimes with the mead in them.”
“What?” the dragon looked shocked and then grinned as he settled back around Sookie’s neck.
“Scoundrel,” Eric breathed out only loud enough for those around him to hear.
O.I. looked extremely pleased and winked back.
“Father,” Eric called out as they approached. “I see you have advanced to…what century is this?”
“This is a two and one couplet and it was popular three ages, ago. I like this dance very much. I had already come to power and I did not have time to learn to dance. Seems to be my tragic fate, until know, for a courting king must know how to dance.
My lovely daughter,” he nodded in approval. “Most excellent. I very much approve of your choice of wardrobe. And especially what you are wearing in your hair.”
“We call it a scrunchy,” she smiled at him. “Very useful for keeping your hair back out of your face.”
“Yes,” he laughed, “yes it is.
If I might,” he took her hand and had her sit. “There are other ways for it to keep the hair from your face,” he said taking out her ponytail. “It can also be worn like this,” he smiled at her and placed it around her head, the thickest part with the jewels intertwined, resting on her forehead. “It is a warring crown. Queen Sookie would wear it as she deemed fit. She was not partial to crowns either, but would wear it as you do now, with her hair pulled back out of her face so that when she killed her enemy, she could watch the life drain from their eyes and know that they had passed on.”
Taking it off her head, he once more pulled her hair back and made her a tail.
“I…I did not know,” was all she could think of to say.
“Well, of course not. There are legends about her things. Her room. Her clothes. Her closet. No one has been able to find the door, let alone breech it. And here you stand dressed in her things.”
“What?” she gasped.
“The blue moons rose last night out of season. The two became one moon and stayed that way, even as they set. I do believe that the magic the moons spun last night has unlocked the floor where she and her dragon husband lived. Just as was promised. There have been reports of that top floor being seen on some nights when the moons are first coming up. But I have never witnessed it.”
“Tis there my king, with the banners and the Dragon and Sookiehawk flags flying from the windows,” O.I. nodded. “Sorrowfuls I am that you will not get to perceive it until your Courting is finished. To see the Dragon’s Lair unfurled as it sits on top and abides, tis a wondrous site. Truly finishes off the castle.”
“Drat the luck,” Er-erikr sighed. “I would love to take a peek inside the Dragon’s Lair, as it was called back in the day. I hear it is filled with wonders. But my time is not yet to do so, so I shall just abide until it is my time.
These things you wear, my daughter, they are our history. There is a sketchbook in the library along with an inventory of Queen Sookie’s closet. That is how we are so familiar with what you are wearing.”
“These things really are hers?” her voice was a whisper. “O.I. was spinning some dragon tall tales, I thought.”
“Yes, they are hers,” he nodded. “Who found the room?”
Sookie looked at Eric who just shrugged back at his wife. “I went down the steps from the roof. Father said to pick any room. This door was open, it looked inviting, and you were asleep. There was a fire and the bed was turned back along with a tray of small bites to eat and a beautiful crystal carafe. It looked like a lovely place to wake and greet the day. I thought someone in the castle had prepared it for us. Maybe a dragon. There is in the room a very heavy dragon motif.”
Sookie said nothing, just watched the tree line. “Looks like you have quite the gathering. You think your bride is out there?” she asked she turned and looked at her father-n-law.
“No,” he shook his head and smiled at her. “No, she is not. Nothing comes easily to me my daughter,” he sighed and then took her hand. “So this will not come easily either. Besides, I am in no hurry. The Proxy King is going to right many wrongs and will show them just how blessed they are to have me for a king. No one,” he grinned at his son, “is going to want him to come back around.
Daughter,” his attention was back on her as he smiled and squeezed her hand. “This is your life. Yours. It does not belong to the fae. You live it the way you see fit. I know it is not here. You belong on earth, with your friends and your family. This…this will see its way through. It always does.”
“Thanks,” she smiled at him, took a deep breath and said, “Let’s get this show on the road and give them something to talk about.”
Fairly was making her way to the basement to straighten out the books in the Homesteader section. House blessings, baby blessing, blessing for the gardens. She had lucked into finding about fifty volumes just right there! They had not been kicked around or destroyed in any manner, or so it seemed. That was a real find and she was going to clear off a shelf that was on the floor, buried under parts of books it looked like, and actually make progress.
When she opened the door it looked like the wall torches inside the library, on the far backside just winked out. There was the light that pushed in past the door from the hallway and that was all. The darkness held sway in the room. Just as it should.
“Odd,” she said as stepped in and then smelled smoke. “A..a…not wood fire smoke but something…and for a moment that sounded like the rustling of wings. Or…or…a leather cloak of some sort!
Who is here?” she called out.
When she got no answer, she beckoned for the torches on the wall to light. When they did not, “That’s odd, my magic can usually work that,” she mused and she stuck a flint to the wall and pushed the spark into the torchwood. When it caught, she took it out of its holder and walked from torch to torch until the antechamber that greeted you to the library was lit. The work that she had done in here was undisturbed. She had righted the desks, grouped the chairs and had organized what was left of their card catalogue system and the in-house lending books that were always available.
Looking out past the light into the dark…this was now her domain. She feared nothing that walked here!
There it was, that smell of smoke, again. She was beginning to think that someone was coming down here and practicing their magic that was possibly forbidden. Stepping out into the hall, she picked up her broom that she had brought. Holding the it by with handle with the straws up in the air, “Light,” she said and a blue glow shed enough light for her to see as she proceeded into the deep, dark, ever on going room.
“I have the king’s blessing and you cannot scare me out of what is now my life’s work,” she frowned. “I will not allow it! We shall once more have a library!” she said as she walked back inside and made her way into the dark cavernous chamber, brushing aside new cobwebs. As she went along, it became obvious that someone had pushed over a shelf she had neatly catalogued and set a fire. That was the smoke that she smelled. “What ignorant, opinioned, lower than harpy shit for brains animal did this?” she hissed.
“You will not drive me away,” she said out loud as she turned around and went back to the anteroom. “You will not,” she added with venom! “I have the blessing of the king!” she said to herself, her voice was angry. “We will have a library,” she hissed to whoever was listening and then her foot hit on something on the cleared path she swept daily and it went scooting across the floor and into the anteroom. “More odd,” she thought as she followed her path with books balanced on either side of her.
Picking up the tome, it was the Inventory Of Queen Sookie’s Closet.
“Where have you been?” she asked as she smiled at the book and ran her hand over the dragon skin tooled leather. “Perhaps most important,” she tucked the book under her arm and walked to the door, “who dropped you in their haste to leave? And I guess I should just be thankful they did not lock me in,” she said with a shudder as she closed the door and started up the stairs. “Although they could hear me yelling in several different rooms upstairs, The Light knows it would be a while before someone came and let me out. I need to remove that door,” she nodded to herself. “All the doors in the library. We shall have open stacks, literally!
And on one…no one will be locking me in!
I know what needs to be done,” she set her shoulders and steadied her nerves. Her mission was now clearly defined and its path lay before her! It was time to have a chat with what was left of her house! With each step up she grew bolder and angrier and by the time she reached the main level, she had thought about what she wanted to say. “Destroy knowledge, not on my watch!” she seethed.
Her broom was still lit with a blue glow that she held upright as she entered the room. The spider webs she had walked through left a veil on her head and the smokey ash from the recent fire now clung to her clothes, giving her an effervescent appearance as she shimmered in the morning light. Her appearance was not that of the clean and tidy godmothers. Instead, it looked like an avenging guardian just dug out of the dirt of old!
“With the Chancellor dead, I am no longer held under her gaes,” she spit out as she stormed into the main floor meeting room where this morning on the lawn of the castlewas being discussed. “I do not know which one of you,” she snarled, “has been down in the library undoing my good work, but know this, if I catch you, I shall nail you to my family tree that you have poisoned! I am off to see the king and ask for help in straightening out our stacks. After the destruction I just found, no one here can be trusted and we shall have a library!
I shall return when I have finished my business with the king!
Glory in this day and the one to follow,” she gave them the parting litany that was always said as one left the grounds. With a grand sweeping bow, she continued on. “Ha! No one thought I would ever be able to say that! Ha!”
“And to you as well,” they replied as she stormed out of the building and set off to find the castle.
“I have heard everyone say that you just follow the golden path,” she nodded her head once she was past their gate and stood out under the trees. “Oh, there it is,” she smiled. “They said that there was a path from each major residence to the castle’s road. Well good for me. I shall use it to my advantage and be there and…and…” the tears started. “Please let me keep it together,” she sighed. “Oh,” she felt the book pressing into her side. “Well, you just come along with me and keep me company. If we must wait, at least I will have something to read and to admire.”
Once she was on the castle’s road, there were plenty to keep her company! Many were heading towards the residence and there was gossip a plenty! As she walked, she listened and was just a little aghast at what she heard.
“The Dragon’s Lair,” was said over and over, “it can be seen now. It sits there, on top of the castle with dragon banners flying along with the Sookiehawk banners and not a blue moon in sight!”
“Fairy tales,” one old woman laughed. “The stuff we put our children to bed with. How the dragon king will swoop in and feed you to his human bride! We shall see,” she cackled “what all this fuss is about!”
“My sister saw it, she swears, and came running home to tell us.
When she took to her broom and rode for a closer look. The closer she got to the top, the heavier she became until she could go no higher and the weight of herself took her crashing down below. Frightened out of her mind, she is, as she still cowers at home under the bed sheets.”
“Seriously,” another spoke up, “she is under the extra bed sheets she stores under her bed.”
“Not her bed,” was said in a whisper, “but our ma’s and pa’s. Says she is never coming out!”
There was laughter of the desperate sort. “Well, she will when the Proxy King comes around and wants all accounted for.”
“Does she travel with him?” A small child asked. “Does our Queen Sookie travel with him, the Proxy King?”
“Hush child,” her mother picked her up and hugged her. “Do not speak the lie, or we will give it life.”
“Do not speak it,” was whispered among the crowd. “We need the Proxy King to be gone and take with him what would terrify us all.”
“Up ahead are the blue trees,” one woman was giggling. “I am not married and I wish to dance with the Courting King. Queen Sookie may have her bower in the clouds while the Proxy King keeps watch; I can perhaps have the Courting King in my bed and if I please him, his heir in my belly! I shall have a throne on the main floor! Tally ho!” she cried as she broke off from the crowd and was joined by several other females.
“She is very ambitious and knows not what she desires,” Fairly shuddered at the thought. “I want to see the bower,” she regarded her broom. “But only from the ground. After I see the bower for myself, then I shall be off to gain an audience with the Courting King.
No need to mark the path to find my way back here,” she thought as there was now a well defined track that the women were taking. “If I cannot get my bearing from the castle, I will just come back and begin here.”
Hopping onto her broom, she pulled out of the crowd and was off to the side, levitating along as she continued to listen to the gossip and was receiving a thousand year plus education in court intrigue, espionage, and just the very dirty and dishonest dealings of the fae in general.
“No wonder the Proxy King is busy righting wrongs. We have truly perverted what was once grand and glorious about us.
I wonder if there is any coming back from this? Not that it matters, I shall live out my days in my library.”
It was a party out in the trees as the ladies waved to each other and cast brilliant smiles at the Courting King and his family. When Fairly floated in she observed what was going on around her. Which was not much as they all stood watching and waving at the people who were sitting, standing, and dancing under the pavilion. They were also at length discussing what the Proxy King’s wife was wearing.
Fairly took a good look at Sookie and then started thumbing through her book. “Yes,” she nodded as she compared what was on the page to what was on the person.
“The blue Sookiehawk dress that she wore when she went gathering. Yes, there, the dwarf made chain mail that she wore when she brokered war or peace treaties. Damn, even the leather dragon boots. Her husband killed his own brother and had them fashioned for her.”
When Sookie turned her head, she could see it, “The Hunting Crown,” she gasped.
“What?” a woman standing next to her said and leaned in to see what she was looking at.
Fairly turned to the front of the book and showed her the cover.
“By all that is unholy?” the woman screeched. “Where did you find that?”
“Our library,” she replied. “All the clan libraries should have one. And there is nothing unholy about this. She wears Queen Sookie’s things.”
“What is not unholy,” another woman stepped up. Then another and another as Fairly thumbed through the pages and verified what she now knew was the truth.
“Leave me be,” Fairly shouted as she was pressed by the crush of women as they tried to take the book from her. There were so many clinging to her that she could not elevate on her broom.
Everyone heard the drawing of steel and the rough voice, “What is amiss here?”
All the women shrunk back as the Proxy King towered above them, his eyes blazing and his sword at the ready.
“My Proxy King,” her broom settled to the ground and she dismounted, bowing. “I have come to call on the Courting King, or perhaps yourself, I am no longer certain about who I am to speak too, about putting our library back to rights.
I found this tome while I was shelving manuscripts and thought I would come and see for myself what everyone could not take to heart or could take to heart. Once these women saw it, they tried to take it from me.”
Eric glared back into the crowd and they shrunk back even further.
Showing him the book, Eric said, “Interesting, come with me.”
Together they walked across the field and up to the tent where there was food, early wine, and song. Along with a concerto of musicians , a choir of dragons and several opened casks that smelled of alcohol and was a beautiful purple color with a silver cosmos of stars mixed into it.
“Tell us,” Eric motioned for his father to come over. “What is amiss and why you are here.”
Eric handed the book to Sookie who began to look through it as Er-erikr came over and sat down and Fairly began her tale.
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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.
“A nice day for a walk, do you not think so my bride?”
“A lovely day,” Sookie replied as she admired the old growth forest and the lovely walkway paved with what looked like gold. “Seriously,” she said to O.I., “is this gold?”
“Yes, my queen,” he replied as he fluttered beside her.
“You ever have someone in a hot air balloon land here?” she asked.
“Oh, good one, my queen,” O.I. chuckled. “King Er-erikr has an extensive library. He read The Wizard of Oz. I was so taken with the Cowardly Lion and how he found his courage, I read the book as well. We both agreed it was good for a chuckle to have our own yellow brick road.”
“I am glad,” Sookie reached out and stroked the small dragon on the face, “he has had you to stand by his side. How lonely his life must be without his family.”
“Thank you my queen,” O.I. smiled at her. “It is a pleasure to see my king reunited with his family. Somethin’ I never did think I would be alive to witness. I am grateful for that. In your debt, I am. Forever…and let me just say, my queen, that is a mighty long time.”
“Has it been that bad for him?” she asked.
O.I. said nothing for several moments. “He has, his emotional outlets,” the small dragon nodded. “Reading is one of them. He celebrates and cries from time-to-time with the characters.”
“Oh,” Sookie said, looking thoughtful. “So a new best seller just might be the thing to gift him with.”
“Yes my queen,” O.I. smiled at her. “That would be perfect. And,” the dragon leaned in closer, “he likes those historical romance novels.”
“What?” she laughed.
“Do nots be tellin’ him I tolds you. But he does. A guilty pleasure, he calls it.”
“Well, I like them also and I will keep that in mind,” she smiled.
“What?” Sookie nudged Eric in the ribs when she saw him smirking.
“The romance novels,” he chuckled. “Actually, I read them also.”
“What?” she eyed him.
“I do,” he smiled. “A very guilty pleasure.”
“Godmother’s abode, dead ahead,” came the call from the front and was passed through the ranks.
“Oh, potty mouth fun,” Eric’s grin got bigger. “Here we go.”
Eric walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
The doors were opened and there were women lining the steps that took you to an upper level.
“I am Campner, the oldest of the godmothers,” the woman dressed only in a blue chemise and frock eyed Eric and spit at him.
“Where are the rest of your clothes?” Eric asked.
“My proxy king,” she smiled sweetly, “if I go to my death, I am not wasting a gown.”
“Good point,” he nodded. “Now where is your ledger?”
“What?” she took a step back.
“The roll book, the register, the journal, the account book of who lives in the house.”
“What?” her voice was no longer as smug.
“Good call about the dress,” he said as he pulled his sword and cut off her head.
There were screams and gasps all up and down the stairs as women drew back.
“And you are?” Eric asked as he motioned the next one in line forward.
“Bulleryn,” her voice held a bit of a quiver.
“Yes,” he nodded. “And your ledger is where?”
“It is kept in the meeting room,” she mumbled.
“Send someone to go and get it.”
“Bowler,” she turned and motioned to the next woman in line. “Go and fetch The Reckoning so that the king may see who abides in our home.”
There were uneasy eyes and shifting of feet until Bowler returned with the tome.
“How many abide here?” Eric asked.
“Well…” Bulleryn began.
“No,” Eric shook his head. “All living godmothers should be registered in the book and all godmothers, legally, are to abide here. I understand you can petition the king,” he smiled, “who can grant a dispensation, to live elsewhere.”
“Say nothing,” a voice from the top of the stairs held venom.
Eric looked at Bulleryn who began to weep. Righting her shoulders, she shook her head. “I am sorry my king…” she began…and her head went flying off.
“The House of Gettingsly ends this day,” Eric said looking out onto the group of women. “The King’s Own,” Eric’s voice carried the threat. “Weapons at the ready.”
Throughout the foyer was the sound of steel on steel as swords were drawn.
“Now Pearl,” Eric began in a conversational tone, “I will come up there and get you.” Eric shook his head, his face showing his displeasure as he looked up the stairs, his eyes focused on one woman. “I was there at the Unholy Wars. I know who did and did not die that day. You can send someone else down in your stead and they shall die and the process will keep repeating until only you are left standing. Then I shall end you and you can explain your lying self to The Light.
Seriously,” Eric was shaking his head as he made eye contact with the women, “this is your Chancellor? Have you removed yourself so far from your codex that you no longer remember your form and function? That you would let this being send you to your death because she says she is more worthy of living than you?”
“Fairly,” the silver headed woman dressed in a long flowing robe and what appeared to be a small ringlet of a crown perched on her head. “Show the proxy king The Reckoning.”
A table was brought out and the book placed on it. “As I said, I know who died that day on the battlefield.” Eric opened it to the first page and with his pen, began marking through names. “I have,” he looked into the foyer, “removed those that have died. To include those that met The Light, today. Now, I shall begin roll call.”
When Eric was finished he closed the book and looked at the Chancellor. “You are down fifty percent. Where is the other half of your clan?”
“Some met with accidents, others left the home world and have not returned. I cannot account for all of them,” she made a shewing motion several times with her hand.
“Oh,” Eric nodded. “I see. And the king was notified about the accidents and the others who portaled out of fae without permission of the king.”
He was met with a glare that spoke of hatred and harm!
“Oh,” he nodded again, “the king was not notified. How many, Chancellor, did you kill personally?”
Eric could see it in her eyes. All of them, I killed all of themsaid the smirk, and just what did he think he was he going to do about it? There is no proof!
“Douse with coffee,” Eric said. “Begin in the living areas. This will break the spells and we shall witness just what foul play has lived out its life, here.”
From the ranks, there came guards carrying a large containers with a hose and a sprayer, attached. Into the building they went and the smell of coffee came wafting out.
“Good call, my bride about the two gallon portable sprayers.”
“Good for killin’ weeds and for ferrettin’ out the truth,” she said as a chair was brought up for her.
“Main floor is done my king,” was called from inside. “You may now enter. Just watch out for spilled blood and gasping bodies. Apparently on one occasion, to celebrate a birthday, rivals were dispatched and they were left for days to die in place.
My Queen, this is not a place for you.”
“I shall abide in my chair,” was all Sookie said as she watched Eric set his shoulders and walk in.
There, frozen in time, were bodies on the floor, the deathblow leaving their brains and blood next to them.
“Bring the book,” Eric said. “And let us put names to these bodies.”
The shadows were growing long on the floor. There was weeping from several women as they relived the day when their friend greeted The Light.
“As Chancellor of this house,” Eric regarded the petty tyrant, “you are responsible for these deaths. If you felled the blow or not, it does not matter.
What is the quota, your majesty,” he addressed O.I. as he drug the offender out of the building. “To administer The Living Death?”
“Thirty percent,” O.I.’s voice carried the death ring and the sound of justice. “You remove thirty percent of your clan, you are gifted with The Living Death. She has killed fifty percent. Half my king,” O.I. sadly shook his head. “I wish I had something far greater to bestow upon her. But alas, this is the worst we can do.”
“So be it,” Eric nodded.
“No wait…!” Pearl screeched. “The king decides this.”
“The king just did,” Eric responded. “Net her and let us be gone from this awful house.”
She was wrapped in a net woven with truth and life as her screaming continued as she was then tossed into a small cart and was being pulled away.
“You need a new Chancellor,” Eric said to the shocked filled, empty eyes that were looking back at him. “Decide wisely. Then write up new by-laws and bring your paperwork when you stop by to schedule your time before the king. If all appears to be in good order, a docket date will be given to you. If your shit stinks, then it will be kicked back to you and you will be told to start over. There have been and always will be protocols in place for this. Follow them and all should be well,” he said with a bow. Righting himself he turned to his guards.
“The King’s Own,” he shouted, “fall in.”
“You get to the basement? Anything in the library?” Sookie asked as they held hands and walked.
“No. I am content to let that abide for now. Fairly is going to be useful when we come back around. She is working in the stacks down below and trying to bring order from chaos. We shall let her do this.”
“Excellent,” Sookie nodded. “Oh look,” she pointed skyward, “there goes someone on a broom off to spread the word. The Proxy King is on the move! And he is kickin’ ass and literally takin’ names.”
There was much to do about everything in the land of the fae. Word carried on the wind, out of mouths of babes and into the land. The Proxy King was on the march and thought nothing of removing your head, be you chancellor or caretaker.
“The Living Death,” was whispered along the trails, roads and skyways. “Pearl is on her way to The Living Death,” they all shuddered. “Wrapped in a net and put in a wagon used to carry harpy shit to the Fields of Liars. The king pronounced sentence not for the death of the moortufels, but for those for her house that she removed. The Proxy King has brought something that unmasks the spells and reveals the truths,” was scattered about as fast as one could go with the news.
“He knows about the name journal, to the house,” others sobbed. “He knows who abides and who does not. He calls the list of names and demands to know where are those that are missing! In the godmothers’ house, plenty are missing!” as eyes nodded and whispers confirmed what everyone thought they knew. “Not off world,” they would cup their hand and whisper into an ear, “but to The Light!”
One or two marched along with Pearl until they realized that there was no entertainment to be had by doing so. That there would be only the smell that would cling to them announcing where they had been.
“Pearl is going to abide The Living Death,” was said in horror from house to house. “One of many yet to come,” was sobbed as family members looked at their locked doors and their family head standing guard with their sword and longbow, shouting, “He shall not enter here! Never! The Proxy King, he shall not enter!”
“We are all dead,” was heard in such homes as windows were opened and many were prepared to jump and run to the safety of their king, for their master had a case of the harpy shit crazies!
This was true of the Lord of the Blue Trees, Gilmore the Grand. An old and noble house who had become more standoffish in the most recent past ages. Only the master ventured forth to visit and wander the countryside.
He was standing at his outer gate, a canon pointed out to mow down the enemy if he could not remove them with his words and wards.
“We are all doomed,” his wife, Lady Gilmore was shaking her head as she changed into her death shroud and went out to die with her husband.
As she passed through the main hall, here sat the proof of their wrong doing. Looking around, those that were not of their house were slumped against a far back wall. Afraid to be seen, afraid of the light, afraid to be taken from the madness that kept them here. Afraid they would not get their next fix.
For here, behind these walls, The Lord of the Blue Trees grew the plant gypsum, from which came the highly illegal substance that made gyp-juice! Why, you could become so addicted that you were that clan head’s slave!
And indeed they were. They tended the poison that owned them, and labored for those that owned the plants.
“Gilmore,” Eric shouted, “open up. By order of the king!”
“Not my king,” he shouted through the portal that opened in the gate. “My king reads poetry and watches the sun rise and does not disturb me and my family.”
“Oh, but Gilmore, I have here, in my hand, how you have demanded that the king remarry and that you demanded a proxy king to stand in his place. Then with a flourish and it says here, suck my dick, and you signed your name. Are you Lord of the Blue Trees, Gilmore the Grand?”
“You Halfling harpy shit turd,” he bellowed, “you know I am. That is why you stand at my gate, making demands and pretending to be the Proxy King.”
“I am not a pretender,” Eric laughed.
“Guards,” Eric smiled, “stand back. The door is coming down.”
Raising his hands, the blue lightning leapt from Eric to the metal hinges in the massive doors that blew inwards, knocking Gilmore off his feet, his head into a stone buttress and his brains all over the yard.
“We are searching for wrong doing in the death of the moortufels,” Eric said as he entered through the now shattered doors. “Prepare to be searched.”
The guards moved in and looked about at the damage and where to begin. Of all that was unholy, Gilmore raised a poison to control the fae!
“My king,” Ranger, his captain got up from the ground as they searched through the rubble. “Be careful as you go. They have been raising gypsum. The doors have destroyed their garden.”
“Yes, my king,” he nodded. “It enslaves you. As clean as these walls are, I would say there are probably some slaves living inside the residence. No one cleans their walls.”
“Addicts?” Eric asked as they entered the hall.
“Yes,” he nodded toward those in the back.
“What is it called?”
“Gyp-juice,” Ranger answered him.
“Any hope for them?”
“None that we know of,” his captain replied.
“Spray them down,” he motioned to those with the canisters of coffee. “And have them drink some as well. If they show any improvement, dose them with it.
Now,” Eric shook off the misery he saw in their eyes…and the wanting of their next fix. “Let us go through their garden carefully, they might have had moorteufels engaged here as well.”
“It has been a day,” Eric said as when he came out and sat down next to Sookie who was sitting under a beautiful small white tent with dragons woven into the material.
“Nice,” he smiled as she scooted over on her tufted blue velvet wing back chair and patted the space next to her.
“Want to put your feet up?” she asked. “I will gladly allow room for you on this very charming and oh so comfy foot stool.”
“You are having a snack,” Eric observed.
“Yes,” she smiled. “The baby and I, we think this is delicious. It is some type of broth with vegetables as the base and this bread and honeycomb,” she rolled her eyes, “every day should be like this.”
Eric looked over at O.I. who just wiggled his eyebrows.
“The king of the dragons does good work,’ Eric bowed to him.
“Thank you my king,” O.I. bowed in return. “My queen and our heir deserves only the best.”
“What a fucking day,” he sighed. “We found the plant gypsum, inside. Along with the addicts. The coffee seems to help. I could not conceive of there being druggies, here.”
O.I. nodded. “The druggies, the squatters and the shitters on life. I suspect you have seen all of them today.”
“Mo’ fo’n,” Eric took Sookie’s hand and kissed it. “I am ready to head back to the castle.
“Of course my king,” O.I. rose from around Sookie’s neck. “Break camp,” he said as dragons came fluttering in from everywhere.
What a treat today had been as dragons from everywhere had come to be in attendance! It was not everyday the king of the dragons sat and told stories! And today, their O.I. had told stories that reached back to the beginning of time. Always with the dragons as the heroes and the evil ones spitting and toasting in the honest rays of the sun and the flames of their fires! Today was a day to be remembered!
As they walked back to the house Eric recounted the dealings with the last house. “Seriously my bride, what possess them into such a mind set?”
“Well,” Sookie shrugged, “you count on somethin’ and then things don’t work out for you and you get pissed off. For instance, Sam promised me a day off. I made plans. Big plans for me. I was goin’ to Shreveport to the thrift store and shop. I needed new shorts. Then I was stopping at Target, not evenWal-Mart, and buying me some new-new under wear.
So he calls me as I am stepping out the door. Need you to come in. Arlene is home sick with the kids.
I had worked forty days straight without any time off. I was pissed off for days the next week or two and I let him know it. Slamming this and that in the kitchen around and throwing salt and pepper shakers at him and just cussin’ in general, but no so any customers could hear me. Just Sam.
And I know that is not a very big thing in the over all scheme of things, but it was to me. I had saved my tip money and I was gonna have lunch and dinner out and everythin’. I was gonna’ end up seein’ a first run movie to end my day of fun to include splurging on popcorn and a soda.
So if that lord thought he was gonna’ get to be the proxy king, and it kinda sounded like maybe he wanted the job, so he could run drugs, well you ended his fun. And he was pissed. After all,” she laughed out loud at the look on Eric’s face, “you are just a Halfling.”
“You worked forty days without any time off?” Eric seethed. “I am going to kill that shifter, just as soon as I kill everyone in the land of fae.”
Sookie was laughing at him as they walked along, holding hands and admiring the flowers.
Eric stopped and turned, facing in another direction.
“O.I., how far are we from the castle?”
“Just at a half mile my king. Do you see the blue trees, there behind us. They are the marker. The king’s residence runs up to the blue trees. We are just inside the marker, so we now stand upon your property.”
“Half-mile,” Eric pondered that and then turned. “I hear music. Is that coming from the castle?”
“No my king, the castle is dead ahead. We are following the golden path home. That is coming from,” he tasted the wind, “from about a league as the dragon flies. Not far. Just through the trees and past the creek.”
“If this is my land,” Eric arched an eyebrow at what he now suspected to be one of the tiniest co-conspirators ever known, “whom would that be playing music?”
“Oh,” the dragon looked confused, his eyes round and full of questions. “My king, that would be forbidden, let us go and find out.”
“My ass,” Eric mumbled as they began their journey away from the castle and onto what sounded like a very good time being had by all.
As they crossed over the creek and walked up a small rise, there stood a magnificent white tent, banners fluttering in the breeze, tables under the canopy, and men eating and drinking while a small orchestra played.
“Oddly,” Eric observed, “those appear to be the men of the Courting King,” his eyes were mere slits.
“Well,” O.I. smiled. “So it does. I smells food and drink, my king, let us go and see if they will offer us some hospitality.”
“Oh,” Eric glared at the dragon, “I have the feeling they will.”
“Welcome!” was called out as they approached. “My son, my daughter, any and all that fall under their banners, welcome!”
“Father,” Eric gave him a very short smile and then a very long frown. “I thought you would have called on your first perspective bride by now.”
“What? Really? My son,” he smiled, “you make a joke. I cannot possibly go courting without first learning to dance. And I am an age and a bit and a thousand years behind on the dancing. I am learning the oldest ones first so that we might build towards the newest. I could not possibly go calling without first knowing how to dance. I mean, the ladies, I am told, first judge you by your dancing skills because that might translate over into the bedroom skills.”
“So you got this far, what not even half a mile, and you have been here all day, learning to dance? While I have been out dealing with the realm,” Eric thought maybe steam was coming out of his nose.
“That is correct,” he smiled at him. “And now it is time to break the evening fast. Please, won’t you join us? The last of the sun is about to go to its rest. As we shall ourselves. But first, a meal.”
“Dinner sounds lovely,” he eyed his father and those that were apparently in the kitchen part of the tent. “Did you bring the entire kitchen staff?” he asked.
“Not all, my son. My lovely daughter and my grandson must eat.”
“Oh, well yes,” Eric nodded as he continued to admire the tent. “And by the way, you are down two heads of house holds. Nothing on the moortufels yet, but there is plenty of in-fighting and killing that goes on when the crown is not around and apparently they raise plants that produce illegal substances.”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Dreadful business. I am so glad you are seeing to this. I must say, this courting ritual of being king is most delightful.”
“I can see where it would be,” as Eric watched the jugglers on the backs of large eagles go swooping by and then do a loop-de-loop out of the tent and up into the falling sky of evening.
From the back tables came much yelling of good cheer and much sobbing of bad luck.
“Game of dice,” Er-erikr smiled. “I won big this afternoon to include a dragon’s horde of fool’s gold. I did so well against everyone, they banished me from the game. Said I must learn to dance. And so I am,” he said with pride. “My new wife will be schooled in all the latest steps so that we might thrill the crowd on our wedding day.”
“Have you also been drinking?” Eric asked, chagrin on his face.
“Before I left, the great and good king of the dragons, O.I., his royal bad ass self, did so gift me with a very small but very righteous keg of The Death From Above. I am indeed blessed,” he sighed, then burped, farted and scratched his ass. “So blessed. I have been sharing it with my men-at-arms.”
Eric nodded. “So I have been out rousting the wrong doing in the kingdom while you have been, I believe the expression on earth is partying?”
“Same expression here, my king,” O.I. nodded. “Very same. Partying. Yes. Get your party on! Let’s party ! Parrrrr—–teeeeeee!”
“Thank you, O.I.,” Eric glared at him.
“Of course, my king,” the small dragon bowed and wrapped himself back around Sookie’s neck.
“My son,” his dad smiled at him. “I am so glad you are here. Rob-roy, our bard, is present for my walk about so that he might record in song and verse my courting debacle,” Er-erikr chuckled. “My newest queen deserves to have her name and favors recorded in our history.
But the same must now be said of the woman who carries the Sookiehawk heir. The Queen that stands beside the Proxy King. What say you Rob-roy?”
“Of course, our Courting King,” the tall, thin, man with the auburn hair and the same color flashing eyes said as he downed his drink and then set his drinking horn down, picked up his mandolin and stepped forward. “It will be my pleasure to record into our history how our Proxy King set our world to right while the Courting King must be out seeking a new mate.
My Queen, I shall rhyme your name into our verse and universe,” he smiled at Sookie and offered a grand and sweeping bow. “My queen,” he smiled, “if I might be so bold as to ask you of your name?”
“Sookie,” she replied as her father offered her a chair.
The tent, itself, took a breath. You could see the material in the sides move as there was the inhale and then the exhale. The sun hesitated on the horizon, causing the last rays of light to fall on Sookie and light her up like the first star of a starved summer’s night before all fell into darkness and silence filled the crevices.
“Sookie,” Rob-roy repeated back as all the guards in the tent came to attention.
“That is correct. Sookie Sookiehawk. And yes,” she smiled as she held up her hands and balls of blue blame danced there. “Somewhere in my blood line lurks a dragon.”
“The King’s Own,” was bellowed as all the guards in the tent came to attention and slammed their right first into the left side of their chest. “Those is fae bend knee to our queen,” was roared as everyone in the tent fell to theirs.
“Sookie the First,” was whispered on the breeze.
“Our queen, she does return to us,” Rob-roy said, his face still cast downward. “To purge us of our wrong doing and to set right those things that we have fouled. Forgive me for my impertinence, my queen,” he said quietly. “The Proxy King does well to clean your home of all offensive doing before your feet walk here again. I apologize on behalf of the realm for our misguided ways and for not correcting our own faults. To call you from your slumber while we did not hold your words in sway shows how base and degenerate we have become. How little you must think of us.”
Sookie glanced at her father-in-law. She had wondered when this would come about. Apparently now was the time. “I know your history of this brave and fearless woman. That the dragon king was so enamored of her, he switched sides and together they defeated her foes. That I am one of her descendants,” she shrugged elegantly, “perhaps. But the blue moons must rise on her return and the two become one in their passing. So until them, I am a Halfling that is the Proxy King’s wife.
Now,” she said looking around the tent. “You cannot have your dinner in that position. Please rise,” Sookie said as Ranger stood and all others followed his example. “I could use some dinner.”
“Of course,” Rob-roy stood and hurried back to the kitchen area.
Eric looked over at his father. “Nicely played.”
“Timing really is everything,” was all Er-erikr said as pots were uncovered and placed on tables and plates were sat out. “I don’t think they have poisoned anything, but we will run it past the blue fire, just to prove we are no one’s fool.
My daughter,” he smiled at Sookie, “I will be most pleased to fix you a plate. You just continue on with your feet up and I shall return post haste.”
During the meal, one or two from the kitchen that were not needed slipped away to carry the news. “Queen Sookie has returned,” they whispered as they went from door-to door.
“Pshaw,” many said, “what is in a name that a Halfling carries?” they mocked. “There is no sign that she has returned.”
After the meal, Sookie thanked the cooks, kissed her father goodnight and hand-in-hand she and Eric made their way back to the castle.
“Fall out,” Ranger bellowed when the king and queen stepped through the door.
“Let’s sit out on the roof for a while,” Sookie sighed as she admired the views from the windows as they climbed the stairs. “The night sky is so different from home and yet so beautiful.
This is nice,” Sookie sighed when they reached the top. Eric sat and she snuggled in on top of him. “Look at those colors of the stars. That one is actually purple! They look close enough that I could just reach out and touch them.
“Oh,” she smiled. “Look at that blue glow on the horizon. And look, there is another one to the right of it.”
“The two famous blue moons of fae,” Eric smiled. “Father would talk about them when I was small and at times I longed to see them.
When mother died, I no longer cared.
Now, here I am with my wife and unborn son, looking at them cresting above the horizon.”
“They really are blue,” Sookie said in delight as they cleared the mountain.
“Yes,” Eric smiled.
“The same color,” Sookie looked into his eyes and then back at the moons, then her concentration was back on Eric’s face. “The same color blue as your eyes.”
“That is what father said,” his voice was distant.
“What?” Sookie put her hands on his face and lightly kissed him.
“I hate being tied to this place. Having any type of…of…reckoning with it at all. That I must make it account for the evil it has done to my family.”
“But you are strong enough to right those wrongs…” she looked deep into his eyes. “There are some addicts right now that are probably grateful and are having screaming fits because of you. And you will find justice for the moorteufels.
You know Eric, these are the things you do as the Sheriff of Area Five. Same things, only on a different plane of existence. You right wrongs, make hard decisions. Hold others accountable for their very bad choices.”
“I am going to grump about that but you are right, my bride. This is no different.”
“Good,” she smiled at him and wiggled in that much closer to him. “Now, should we have sex under these blue moons,” she ruffled his hair and winked at him. “I think while in fae, that would be the fae thing to do.”
Eric laughed. “Yes,” he tilted his hips and pulled down the front of his pants. “My bride,” his voice sounded shocked when he lifted her skirt, “you are not wearing any panties.”
“Nice of you to notice,” she sighed when he slid her down onto his throbbing penis and she ground into him. “Someplace, there is a bed chamber,” he thrust his hips forward as she wrapped her legs around him. “But so far I am likin’ this just…ohhhhhh….fine…..
Mmmm,” was all she could manage as she felt herself tighten around him. Moaning, she felt her nipples tighten. “I need to be suckled,” she gasped as Eric placed his forehead on hers. “Now,” she was thrusting against him. “Please Eric,” she was massaging her breasts. “Now, I need this now!”
Ripping off her clothes, his pants dropped to the floor and she pulled off his shirt. Eric was floating on his back with Sookie riding him, her legs dangling in the air.
Pulling her down to him, he latched onto her left breast and suckled her, while his right hand massaged her right nipple. “There it is,” he began to drink, “the sweetness of your motherhood,” he groaned as he tasted her. “Mmmm,” he sighed when he switched to her other breast. “Both are full, waiting to suckle my son. Mmmm,” he moaned a bit louder, “I shall prepare them for his arrival. Her moans became more frantic as he pulled both nipples into his mouth.
Her panting gave way to screaming and when she came she felt the milk gush from her breasts and into his mouth and fluids gush from her vagina, leaking onto Eric and down her thighs.
“Excellent,” he sighed as she collapsed on top of him, his finger lightly tracing her areola.
“I like this new part of you,” he said kissing her ear and nibbling there. “And when I move my finger to your nipple, and lightly squeeze, it immediately stands at attention.”
“Gawwwwd, Eric,” she was moaning, again. “That…that goes straight to my uterus and all girly parts in between. It makes my breasts ache and feel so heavy and…and…please don’t stop teasing my nipple. I am going to come!” When she shuddered, he latched on and within seconds, she shuddered, again.
That dark was spent with them on the rooftop as Sookie flowed from one orgasm to another, her breasts leaking milk while Eric joyously suckled her and she rode him in wild thrashing movements. The two lovers were wrapped in each other and paid no attention to the two moons that had reached their zenith. And instead of continuing their downward treks, they stayed as one in the night sky.
This phenomenon, which was said to herald the return of their Queen Sookie, was not lost on the locals that were all out watching the night sky.
“The two moons shine as one,” was said with awe as eyes turned toward the castle.
Ever since their queen had told the bard her name, there were extra guards out on the perimeter.
Now, the two blue moons were as one!
It was beginning! The guards could see their eyes out in the trees. Coming as close as they dared but no closer. When the sun rose, there would be a line to gain entrance.
Ranger walked over to where the Courting King was out watching the sky.
“My king,” he began. “Did…did you know she was the one?”
“Captain of my guards and trusted confident, I did not. But then, this was not my quest. Bringing home our Queen Sookie, I always knew this was the job for my son. I could not do this, but he would know her. Just like he has known her in the past. Just like he will know her in the future.
How was it on the hunt today? I have heard stories,” Er-erikr grinned. “A Living Death and brains scattered in the courtyard amongst the gypsum plants.”
“He is just like his father,” Ranger smiled. “You have every reason to be proud of him. He has righted old wrongs and proved that his justice is stronger than their evil. It was most impressive to watch him, my king. He is indeed his father’s son.
You will hear stories about his evening activities as well. Just let me be the one to start them. The blue moons joined when they joined. There was no mistaking the pleasure screams from both of them as the moons stopped their treks and joined as well.”
“That’s my boy,” Er-erikr slapped him on the back. “I will remained camped here until the uproar dies down. Who knows,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “the ladies now just might come to me.”
“How is this possible?” the Witch of Whatneverwas, she called herself, moaned as she looked at the night sky. “Two blue moons and now only one! What has happened? How can this be good? This was the perfect plan! Perfect!” she screamed. “That one moon tells me it has all gone to harpy shit!”
There hanging on the last of the stars, was a round, beautiful blue orb, reflecting back the morning sun that was pushing its way up on the horizon. “This is not supposed to be possible! Two moons go up, two moons come down! Not one…not just one fucking blue moon!
I am so fucked! So fucked,” she cried. “The Proxy King will curse me with The Living Death,” she sobbed.
“Well,” she sniffled as she dried her eyes with the back of hands. “Perhaps not if I am his new mother. Well yes,” she nodded, “I could be his new mother. After all, the Courting King needs a wife. And I will please him so much that he will never want to let me go. Yes, a good plan,” she nodded to herself. “I can and will suck his dick. I even pleased Godric and his dick had been sucked time-out-of-mind! And I caressed it very well with my tongue and teeth and worked it with my hands. But it was the sucking that got Godric off!
I can do the same tricks on the Courting King. Then, after I am his queen and his son and his whore have gone back to earth, I will give him an heir. Then, perhaps he will slip on a slime beast and go rolling into a bed of gypsum plants where his blood will be so infected with the poison, it will kill him outright! Yes, a good plan, a noble plan, a plan,” she smiled, “that will work!”
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 was noonish, Louisiana time, and they were standing in the front parking lot of Fangtasia. A cold rain pelted them and the melting the snow, as they stood in cold, watery slush.
“Back door,” Eric said and vamp speed, they were there. Placing his hand around the doorknob, he said, “Erikr Sookiehawk.”
“Recognized,” a voice floated out from the speaker above as the locking mechanism gave way to the owner of the club.
Doing the same thing to Pam’s door, they were now standing in front of wall behind her desk. “Erikr Sookiehawk,” he said and the texture of the wall changed to one of highly polished steel. “Recognized. Password in 4,3,2,…”
“Er-erikr,” he said and a panel slid open.
“Accepted. Bomb defused.”
“I needed pass codes no one could guess,” was all he said in a way of explanation as he stepped into a void, followed by the others and floated down to the next level where the process repeated.
On the third level, you could hear and feel the sonic booms.
“No wonder the security cameras’ glass shattered,” Eric said and they waited for the echoes to stop before he opened this door. “Two more levels,” as he punched this code in. “There will be a hall way that splits off in different directions. We will go left at the second doorway, then right, then right. The passageway is going to narrow down to a single person space. So get ready.”
“There is blood.” Er-erikr’s voice held disgust.
“And mud,” Samuel took a deep whiff. “A type of dirt I do not recognize.”
“Godric,” Eric whispered. “That blood smells of Godric…” his voice trailed off.
“Time to make some noise,” Samuel was shaking his head. “The God of my fathers,” in his voice was disgust, “I do believe she has made a golem.”
“A what?” Er-erikr asked.
“Psalms 139:16 references a golem. A shapeless mass made of mud and empowered by magic. Many of the ancient ones believed that Solomon used them and demons as labor to construct his many wonderous buildings.”
“How do we defeat it?” Eric asked.
“Blessed salt,” Samuel said holding up his pouch. “This is mud, salt reacts with water. This…this being is made from the dirt of fae, for it certainly is not from earth. So coffee, my brother should work here as well. And Er-erikr, what did you bring with you?”
“I have the ashes of the blessed orkeny tree that grows in the darkest, most secluded places in the Ice Mountains of Endless Dreams. A tree will drop its limbs once every hundred years and I go into the mountains from time-to-time to forage for them. In my office is a fire started with dragon’s breath that has never gone out. From the smallest kindling there can roar a great fire that burns for an age. I took the live ashes from there.”
“And you have your blue fire,” Eric stated as a fact as he looked at his father.
“Goes without saying,” the man nodded.
“We are going to need it to come to us,” Eric said.
“Should be easy,” Samuel regarded his brother. “Pamela is family. It will smell the three of us. That should be enough to bring him out from the door and into the open.”
“Let’s entice him with something from home,” the king of the fae said as his hands began to glow and he wiped them on the surface of the tunnel, making the area look like fireflies had landed and were calling to the males to mate.
When the door slid open, there was an immediate reaction from the creature. They could hear it shuffling in the dark, coming toward the soft blue light that Er-ikr had spread on the walls.
“Gah…gah…gah…” was the horrible noise that it made as the liquid squish of dragging and shuffling feet moved toward the magic that was lighting the hall.
“That unholy bitch,” Eric muttered as a lump of mud fueled by his maker’s blood and in a very obscene way resembled Godric, made choking sounds and slurped and gargled as it moved closer to them.
Samuel was saying the 23rdPsalm. Then Eric noted his father was also echoing Samuel’s words. “Why the hell not. It will not be the first time I have stood with my brother and said the magic words of his god,” as Eric joined in.
When they had finished, the eyeless creature stood still and as it reached out for them, the mud began to fall to the floor.
“Be at rest,” Samuel said softly as he threw the salt onto the being. There was a yelp and then nothing as it began to dry.
Eric tossed on the coffee and it attached itself to the spreading parts of flaking statue until all that was left was a pile of dirt and separated from it, a pool of blood.
“By all that is unholy,” Er-erikr wept. “The Moorteufels. They are a very small being, most not larger than my palm, that works the forest floors. They rise up from the dirt when the sun hits them and when the sun sets, they return as dust, to await the new day. She gathered them while they rested and turned them into this hideous monster to seek out my family. She is a true abomination!” he spit out.
“Go home to The Light,” he said softly as he poured the ashes upon the dirt and then from his hands, out flowed a blue, soft light, that gently danced upon the remains of his small subjcts and consumed what was below it.
“She seems to thrive on innocence,” Samuel said and then pronounced a blessing and wished them well.
Their center of attention was now Godric’s blood.
“What do you want to do?” Samuel asked Eric gently.
“Salt it,” was his answer in a very quiet voice.
This time, when Samuel began the 23rdPsalm, the other two joined in. As Samuel scattered the salt, there was only dust where before there had been the elixir of life.
Eric stepped forward and raising his hands, there flowed him an energy he did not know he possessed! The blue lightning lit up the entire tunnel and when he lowered his hands, anything that was left of his Godric was gone.
“Be at peace,” he whispered then turned to the other two. “Time to rescue Pam.”
When he opened the door, he was doused with a pot of coffee. “Child,” he remarked wiping the liquid from his face, “It is good to see you as well. Come back upstairs and go back to you day slumber. All is well.”
“What was it?” she asked as she stepped out and admired the blue lights on the walls. “I could swear I smelled Godric from time-to-time. Or maybe that was me when his howling tried to consume me with fear.”
“It was a golem, fueled by Godric’s blood made of small, dirt creatures from fae. But the monster is no more. Put on something and let us go topside. The electronics is this area is going to need a re-work and an upgrade. I want you somewhere that you can see what is going on.
Pam slipped into her clothing.
“Let us away. Onto my back and I will carry you.”
“Brother Samuel brought his salt,” she smiled. “No one gets past Brother Samuel’s salt,” she continued on with the small talk as they floated their way upward.
“Pam,” Eric looked back at her. “Do you wish to stay with the family?”
“I am blathering, huh?” she sighed. “I guess it upset me more than I thought.”
“We are returning home, today.”
“The farmhouse?” she asked.
“The farmhouse,” he replied as they got off on the next level. “Now lock yourself in. We shall see you when you rise.”
“What…what…” she stammered. “What if it regenerates?”
“It won’t”, Eric kissed her on the forehead.
“Enjoy your day in the sunshine,” she said to him as she stepped inside and closed the door.
“Rest well this day,” he said as he heard the locks engage.
“Time to go home,” he said to his small group of avengers. “Father, if you would, please.”
In front of the fire in the dacha, Eric wiped off with a towel while Sookie, Lafayette and Gran were getting the story.
Before it was finished, Er-erikr stood and said, “I have to go. They are searching.”
“Searching for what?” Eric asked.
“Me,” he said, his voice just an empty echo from the being who no longer inhabited the room.
“O.I.” Eric addressed the dragon, wishing for a bath with his wife and some dry clothes but this fae shit just never seemed to end.
“My prince,” he sighed. “Things are stirrin’ and in an uproar. I do nots even needs to be present to hears this and that’s and the harpy shits of the druggies, the squatters and the mo’ fo’n shitters on life.
They wants the king to confirm or deny and gets on with life…as in it is time to take a new wife. Produce an heir, cause his royal bad ass, they do nots want it to live forever.”
“So,” Sookie was thoughtful. “What all does that entail?”
“He needs an adjutant, an aide-de-camp, a proxy king. Someone he can mo’ fo’n trust while he struts about the land of fae in search of someone who he not only likes but the clans will approve, of.”
“Sorta like Cinderella,” Sookie was thoughtful. “Where the prince takes the shoe all over the kingdom and sees who it fits.”
O.I. considered that and nodded in agreement. “Yes, only this is more of a crap shoots. All will be clamourin’ to see who gets to raise their clan to that of sovereign and then of course, from their ranks will come those who will kill the king so that they can pick and choose their own so a new clan will come to power.”
Sookie looked over at her soggy husband who appeared to be breathing fire.
“Get us home,” was all he said. “My father needs a proxy king, I can be that. They are going to wish they had left this the fuck alone.”
Sookie grinned at him. “Sounds like all kinds of potty mouth fun. Does my proxy king need a playmate in his off hours.
Because I have been practicin’. O.I. showin’ me the ins and outs of sizzlin’ the druggies, the squatters and the shitters on life. And besides, who is gonna’ mess with me with the king of the dragons in attendance?”
“Who indeed?” Eric grinned. “Time for the Sookiehawk Clan to stand and be counted.”
“Mo’ fo’n my prince,” the small dragon grinned. A great big toothy one. “We is goin’ home! I will tell my king. He can now act accordingly! The king of the Sookiehawk Clan no longer stands alone!”
O.I. portaled them all to the farmhouse and as they settled once more into daily life, the small dragon went about singing and dancing jigs and disturbing a spider web or two.
As Sookie fixed dinner, she poured the dragon a shot of tequila and sat him down. “What gives?” she asked. “You have been ho ho hoin’ and wishin’ even the ghosts in the graveyard a Merry Christmas. What gives?”
“The king is preparing the rooms for his family. Windows opened, bedding aired and things of past kings being put out on the front steps with a sign, YOURS FOR THE TAKING.
Never has the gossip been so loud, so long, or so high on speculation.”
Sookie started laughing. “They think he has already picked who his new wife is gonna’ be. And he is clearin’ out the old to make way for her family.”
“That is correct my princess. I am pleased and proud to say I shall be in attendance when he introduces his family to the power hungry crowds. Just waits until they gets aload of my prince with his markings from the dragon mother herself. And his wife, who is sure enough gonna’ blast their happy asses back to The Light, so they can explain their evil doin’ ways.”
“Flame them if you’ve got them,” Eric smiled as two balls of lightning appeared in his hands. “I am all about making a good first impression.
And you my bride?” he asked all innocent like.
“This is sure enough a Sookiehawk I am carrin’, cause he is spoilin’ for a fight.”
“He?” Eric moved over to her and kneeled down in front of her.
“Yes,” she smiled as he ran her hands across his face. “He is just like his daddy, a bit like his grandpa and he really takes after his uncle O.I. Wow! This boy has got some power and he is sharing it with me.”
The grin on O.I’s face was one of pride. “The little prince does have my ways about him,” he wiggled his eyebrows. Clearing his throat, he began in his formal at-court voice. “I has informed my king that his family is a go for launch.
There is a gatherin’ to see where he will start his search in a couple of your hours. And we will be searchin’, cause he will be honorin’ the fallen moorteufels at this time. And after that…I figures it is just gonna’ gets the uglies.”
“Like the Midlands Unholy?” Eric asked.
“Yes,” O.I. nodded. “Will be search and seizure and be comin’ on strong. Our king will be out lookin’…for a new wife,” he smirked, “while his proxy king shakes everyone down.”
“Damn,” Eric chuckled. “So, he really is leaving me in charge.”
“Stands back,” O.I. grinned, “and gets ready for the strip search.”
“The Fae Inquisition,” Eric nodded. “We need clothes. O.I., I think we can take care of ourselves for a few minutes. Can you make a raid on my father’s closet? Find something for Sookie as well?”
“’Tis done. Your daddy has already been closet shoppin’ for you. Things will be comin’ our ways shortlies….! Oh,” he held a paw up to his ear, “I do believes I hear the butler’s bell, this minute. Incoming,” he grinned as the portal opened and several wooden, metal bound trunks clattered to the floor and then opened.
“Dress for the job you want,” Eric smiled picking up a gown that had been spun out of starlight and decorated with diamonds. “And look,” he reached in. “Dad included the jewelry as well.”
“Oh,” Sookie grinned, “dress up. That dress,” she ran her hands across it. “Like spun starlight. So soft, and… “she placed her hand under the skirt, “so light weight.”
“And assassin resistant,” O.I. said fluttering over and trying to rip it with one of his claws. “Welcome my princess to the land of the fae. Yous will be beautiful and yet, oh so deadly.”
The steps leading up to the front doors of the palace were strewn with flowers. The doors stood wide open and king’s banners and flags fluttered in the breeze, proclaiming to all he was in residence.
The fae had gathered in front of the steps and it was a true party atmosphere. Special wines that had been aging for eons were tapped, along with special whiskeys and beers and all other delightful things that had been stored just in case that clan had a very special occasion to celebrate.
And apparently, that occasion had arrived. It was not often you lived to see an old regime fall and a new one come to power! And it might just be theirs! It was all so exciting! Death to the King! Long live the new King!
Er-erikr stood in an ante-chamber, his focus straight ahead while his trusted guards and dragons stood at the ready.
Eric was fussing with his father’s chain mail. “I do not like this three tone mail. I don’t know who your blacksmith is, but I would haul his ass in here and cut his head off. The links are different sizes for the gold colored ones. A bit bigger. It would allow one of those tiny arrows that the small ones use to pass right through.”
“Yes,” he said. “But for now, the thumb-bellas are to be trusted. This was made to show I trusted them.”
“Things can and do turn,” Eric eyed him.
“Yes, but not today,” he smiled at his son. “All present will be more concerned with you than they are with me. And for my son and my daughter, your reputations shall grow in the telling. Those that could not be in attendance will regret it the rest of their days.”
“That is a fact,” Sookie chuckled. “No one is going to want Dad, dead. Not after they meet his son.”
Eric smiled at Sookie and then once more adjusted the chain mail. “If this is the best you have then the time is now.
O.I.,” Eric’s focus was now on the dragon around Sookie’s neck. “Your people ready?”
“We was born ready, my prince.”
“Hear hear!” was shouted back as they puffed out smoke rings in glee!
“Do I really have to wear the crown?” Eric asked.
“Proxy King,” his father replied. “I will place it on your head so that you may rule all that you see.”
“I see this as being a pain in my ass,” Eric remarked to no one.
“But it is such a fine ass,” Sookie smiled at him.
“Thank you my bride,” he smiled at her and then his grump face returned.
“The toast,” O.I. said as he passed around the room with a tray of drinks.
“Death from Above,” Er-erikr whistled. “Sookie, this not for you. Would not at all do for my grandson to develop a taste for it at such an early age,” he chuckled.
O.I. raised his drink and then all others raised theirs. “The toast,” he began:
“The Deaths from Aboves speaks truths, To The Deaths,was echoed back.
Our king reflects back on our youths, To our misspent youth, was shouted in pride.
His youth walks here with him now, To our prince!was shouted with fists being beaten on chain mail.
Before the Proxy King all shall bow.” To the Proxy King! Was yelled loud enough so that those outside could hear it.
Draining their glasses, Eric looked cross-eyed and Sookie passed hers to Eric. Downing it, a small bit of flame pushed past his lips.
“Let’s go,” he said to the room as everyone bowed to The Proxy King and applauded.
“Mo’ fo’n’,” O.I. grinned. “It is goods to be home. Let the killins’, begin!”
The horns sounded and everyone drew in closer to the steps, not wanting to miss a word of what was uttered by the king and those in the crowd. At times like this, the mutterings of the crowd could give you a foretaste of what was to come! And it was all very exciting and somewhat forbidden. But then, the king had a kind heart and kindness, among certain clans, was a known weakness. One to be traded upon and stepped on when the time was right.
“The Courting King,” was murmured through the crowd as Er-erikr stepped out into the open.
“He is dressed as a splendid peacock so that he might entice the eye and hope that her family will spare his life,” was twittered by the head of the Rosen’nn’ll clan. “He is handsome enough, but not so much I would spare his life. Not when I could take his place and look more resplendent then he does in that attire.”
Such remarks were being made throughout the crowd. The Courting King would name a proxy as he stepped down from his throne to search out a bride. Who ever he named as Proxy King, that proxy would not avenge Er-erikr’s death,was chuckled about by many.
“I understand,” Er-erikr began in his normal speaking voice. “That the clans have decided that they have waited long enough for me to re-marry. That the heads of the clans have met and that I am to take a wife. So be it.
My last official act before I crown my Proxy, is to announce and mourn the passing of several of the Moorteufal Clan.
Master Bo,” he bowed to the small fellow that now stood on the steps with him. “I sorrow in my heart, just as I know you do in yours.”
“Thank you my king,” he bowed in return. The small, brown fellow looked out into the crowd. “My king shall find justice for those of mine that were taken from their day sleep and fostered into an abomination,” he hissed. “You think you are safe!” he shouted out to the crowd. “You will never be safe. The very dust motes will listen for your treachery until we ferret you out and the king of the dragons gifts on you The Living Death!
Thank you my king,” he bowed and stepped back into the crowd.
“What?” was muttered by most. “What just happened? Someone has killed Moorteufels? What? When? Where?” the mutterings continued.
Er-erikr gave those present a moment to absorb the shock of what was said. So far, things were not going as the clans had planned.
“Is it not most fortunate for this hideous, traitorous, abomination that prevailed in the murder of these fine fellows, that she timed it so that I must seek a wife and could not seek out and destroy the house that did this. Instead I must walk this path of wife seeking, so decreed by the heads of their clans,” he said in disgust.
Eyes, for that moment, had shifted from the king to the masters of their families.
“I do so hope,” his voice held malcontent, “that there is not a hint of collusion on their part and the part of this murdering bitch!” he spit out. “For the crown shall see justice for the Moorteufels.”
“Justice for the moorteufels,” was shouted back by the small fae.
“Justice for the moorteufels,” was then shouted by the bigger fae, hoping they had not spoken up too late to take up the cry to demand justice! In the comings and goings of daily life, the small ones were neutral. Apparently, no longer! No one wanted to be on their bad side!
“So begins the journey of the Courting King and so begins the reign of the Proxy King,” Er-erikr said as the horns sounded and a flight of dragons took their places on the steps.
From the doors stepped their king! and on his arm, a star! How was this possible? There stood Er-erikr…coming down the steps was Er-erikr!
As the couple began their downward trek, the dragons let loose their fire and…and…their king and the star walked though it as if it were nothing!
When the two reached the same step as Er-erikr, the flames stopped and the king removed his crown.
“Erikr Sookiehawk, my son. I pronounce you Proxy King until I return from my quest. If I should fall, King you shall be,” placing the crown on Eric’s head, he bowed to his king.
O.I. appeared with another crown. A smaller version of Eric’s long boat crown. “My daughter,” he bowed, “if I should fall and if the Proxy King should fall, the heir that you carry, Er-erikr Sookiehawk, upon his birth, he shall be king and you shall be his proxy until he comes of age.”
Placing the crown on Sookie’s head and then a kiss on her forehead, he bowed to her as well.
“I am now off to find a mate,” and with those words he and his twelve trusted guards stepped down into the crowd that was standing there with their mouths, open, as the Courting King walked off, away from his throne and..and..had left them with…?
“To all you druggies, squatters, and shitters on life,” Eric began as he made eye contact with those in the crowd. “Understand this. Your days here are numbered. So finish up whatever business needs to be tended. Sex up your mate one more time and kiss your children, goodbye. For the rest of you, the search for the murderer of the Moorteufels starts now. I strongly suggest you go to your residence and be there to greet us as we come into your home and look for any thing that smells of wrong doing.”
“You will not enter my home,” Lord Channey’ll boasted. “I am the Lord of…” Eric held up his hands and blue lightning flowed out from him. The pile of ash continued to dance about in the air while residues of the lightning continued to pummel it.
Eric walked out into the crowd, approaching Channey’ll’s ash and with flames roaring from his mouth, turned the ashes to nothing.
“You…you…you…you abomination! You Halfling! Standing here in the home world! A Halfling! How have you this power? This cannot be! You cannot do this!” was finally shouted by Waller, head of the Rymer’ll clan. The words screamed out in all of his frustration, while he shook his fists and cursed The Light at what was before him and yet should not be!
Those standing next to Walter took a step back.
“King,” Eric pointed to himself. “King from the house of Sookiehawk,” he said with pride. “Your king,” he stressed. “I can fuck you,” he now pointed at Walter, “seven ways to the two blue moons if I so had a will or a want too.
My father,” he smiled, “has been most kind and generous. A good king. Fair and just. Then you shit on him. Now I intend to shit on you. Because one of you fuckers murdered my mother,” his voice carried the hatred and revenge of a thousand years.
“You have had an age to atone. You should have loved and respected the king you so openly mocked and scorned,” he said scowling out into the crowd. “You sent him out to find a wife,” Eric smirked, “so you could do your worst to him. Most excellent, because now you have me and I am on the hunt for a murderer or murderers to avenge the innocent lives of the slaughtered moorteufels and none can stop me on this quest.
Be gone,” he roared, “for,” his voice was all sweetness and happy beginnings, “we are on our way to see you.
The King’s own,” he shouted, “fall in.”
A flight of dragons took to the air and a regent of guards fell in front of him and behind him. O.I. escorted Sookie to his side.
“Haul your asses out of here,” he bellowed out to the crowd. “First up, the residence of the godmothers.” And with a nod of his head to his guards, they were on the move.
“Fuck,” was squeaked out by those godmothers who had been to earth and some were now openly weeping. As they pushed past any and all, there was a flutter of wings as several thumb-bellas were scattered out into the breeze. In their hurry, they knocked some other small fae to the ground, and as they ran, trampled over them. You could hear the sobbing as they ran as fast as they could, calling out, “Poor me, poor me, poor me,” all the way home.
A blessed Mother’s Day to you and yours!
I am gone the rest of the week and some of the next. The next chapter will be whenever it happens!
Oh my, The Living Death for the bitch whenever she is found!
As always, thanks for reading!
Be blessed and be the blessing,
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.
When O.I. came back he said nothing, just curled up in the flames of the fire and settled in for what was going to be what was fondly known as a comin’ to Jesus meetin’.He was not for real sure what that meant, but Eric had done screwed the pooch. “Mo’ fo’n, I don’t understand that either, but I gots the visual and I am thinkin’ that is just nasty.” His princess sat watching the fire and thinking thoughts. Apparently not the life affirmin’ ones. You coulds win a war with the vibrations that she was givin’ off.
Sookie was watching the flames and trying to count her blessings and control her anger. “Maybe not the best idea in the world for me to be left alone. Lafayette and Gran have excused themselves for the rest of the evening. Something about hot chocolate and a good book. Samuel smiled politely and said he had business to attend. O.I. is pretending to sleep in the ashes of my discontent. Guess my thoughts are intruding in on theirs. Guess none of my thoughts are very pleasant. Well it sucks to be Eric.”
Looking heavenward she closed her eyes and raised her hands. She was not of the hallelujah God kick ass persuasionbut this seemed appropriate. “Father God, I know your timin’ is impeccable. I thank you for my life and I thank you for Godric’s true death. That is just damn selfish, Sookie, but very true and heartfelt.”
Feeling Eric’s vibration on the wind she lowered her arms and snorted. “Well, here comes the baby daddy and child of Godric, now. Hope he does not think I really am that stupid. Because if he does, this is gonna be a really short conversation.”
When Eric entered the room, Sookie was sitting with her back to him. O.I. was curled up in the flames, pretending to sleep. He knew he was pretending because dragons did not need to sleep. And besides, when was O.I. not chatting up his princess? This could not be good.
When Sookie bristled he took a step back and repeated the 23rdPsalm. It worked for Samuel, he was hoping it was going to work for him. “Fuck, my bride really is all that. She has connected all the dots and I am in some deep Were shit. I hope I can unfuck myself from this. Not that I deserve too.”
Entering, he came over to her and pulled up an ottoman and sat down in front of her.
“Well just look who it is,” her voice held a tinge of laughter. “Eric Northman, chil-l-l-l-l-l-d of Godric.Northman, so in love with his vampire daddy that he would even sacrifice his own life for the one that gave him this perfect life or his newest daddy could take it on a whim.
Yes, Godric, see anything you like?” she stood and made a grand sweeping bow. “Yes, she is not important. Not even a nobody. Just a blood bag for you to do with as you would. I would be honored if you drained her. And sweet innocence abides in the whore’s belly. That will make her extra nourishing.”
Sitting down she glared at him. “As you can see, I know how disposable that makes my nothing life.”
He flinched. “Good,” her voice was even. “So you do not think I am that stupid.
You know Eric, I would have liked to have known about this special relationship you had with Godric before I committed to this…relationship? Or is this just a disposable moment in your life?”
“He was my maker…” he began before she hissed at him and cut him off.
“Do not,” she bit off each word, “expect me to refer to him in such a manner. That is very disrespectful to your father. Godric,” she snarked, “murdered your two friends who stood watch over you on your funeral pyre, took a dying man and turned him into a vampire. How lovely for you.”
“You do not understand the gift of life that he gave me,” he continued on, keeping the passion for his maker out of his words.
“I do not fuckin’ believe I am havin’ this conversation with you. Do you even begin to understand the gift of life that I am carryin’? From nothin’, you and I, we created life. One half of you and one half of me. A sentient being. We participated in the act of creation with God. We did this. Godric took a dyin’ body and made you his slave.”
“No,” he began, slowly, “I was not a slave.”
“Really,” her eyes were now sad. “If he would have asked you to greet the sun, would you have done it? If he would have asked for me, would you have handed me and the baby over?”
Shaking her head, her eyes drilled into his. “Spare me the righteous bullshit. Yes or no,” she said not flinching.
“Yes,” his voice was low. “Yes. I would have died for him. But I would have trusted him to see to you.”
The room was filled with Sookie’s laughter. “Trusted him!” she hooted. “He was fuckin’ the bitch that wants us all dead! And you know,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him, “when she was suckin’ his dick, he would have promised her anythin’. Just like you promised me. And with this chick, that promise would have stuck. Apparently my dick suckin’ ability is not good enough. For anythin’ to stick. Because I went from being the love of your long life to Godric’s whim.
Myself and our baby would have been slaves as long as we lived and then used for whatever evil purpose was desired. Yes or no?”
Sadness was etched into his face. “Yes.”
“Before you decided to come back around I was just sittin’ here thankin’ God for His perfect timin’. Because if Godric still lived, I am guessin’ right now I would be dead. Or worse, maybe slowly tortured. Or who the hell knows? Maybe she wants the innocence the baby carries and she would have just reached into my womb….”
“Stop it!” he shouted and stood up. “Please Sookie, no more,” he sat and wiped at his eyes. “Yes I should have told you about Godric. Yes,” he ran his hands through his hair. “Yes..it was wrong, deadly wrong of me not to do so. The consequences far more reaching than I could have ever visualized. I did not see love coming to me. And I especially did not ever think I could father a child. That…” he got down on his knees in front of her. “That I could ever have a baby with you.”
O.I. raised up out of the flames. “This is some mo’ fo’n ugly harpy uppity shits. I ams gettin’ the family. Time for truths.”
Family was present. Things put aside that had caused them all to disappear into their rooms. They all knew this had been coming. Sookie was no one’s fool and if you thought so, you were going to be informed that she was not. Everyone now had a place in front of the fire and O.I. was standing on the mantle.
“We is on the brinks of war. All needs to be present and accounted, for. Can’t be livin’ lies, or hard thoughts or just unrighteous shits in general. I will be talkin’ but only my princess can ask me questions. The rest of yous has had the times and times and a half to make this shit known.”
Er-erikr leaned forward. “O.I.”
“My king,” he bowed, “there are state secrets and there is just pride that sucks the life out of you. I knows the difference.”
“Of course, pardon my interruption,” his voice was quiet and sincere.
Clearing his throat, the dragon bowed to the group and began.
“I am O.I., the king of the dragons. I lives in the land of the fae and I walks the planes of the earth and a few other places that maybes I should nots. I has meet some interestin’ folks on my journeys and others that I flamed cause they were just evil and should not abide.
I presently stands with my king, Er-erikr Sookiehawk. He is a good and righteous soul. And he loves where he loves.
He is a warrior. And when he is wronged, he goes to war. And so it was he who called for the Unholy Midlands War, fought here on earth. This reason for this: there were those is fae that poisoned his wife. And now they were going after his son.”
“What?” Sookie shifted in her chair. “They were goin’ after Eric also?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “My princess, you only win wars in fae with the backing of your family. With your blood.”
“So,” Sookie paused in thought. “So, because Dad has only Eric, by killing off his family, he would stand alone and be defeated?”
“That is correct. But my prince is vampire. And they would not have stopped there. They would have hunted Godric and his vampire family. Also Brother Samuel. Anyone who had shared Eric’s blood, they would sniff out and destroy.
So my king declared the Unholy Midlands Warand fought them on unfamiliar turf. Before the war started, this is where I met Brother Samuel. A good and righteous soul and I am proud to say he is my boon companion and a fierce warrior.”
Eric looked over at his father who just stared straight ahead.
“Why?” he asked.
“This is not your time, my prince,” O.I. stated. “Sits back and shuts the fuck up. You had your time. This is my time.
Now, as I was saying,” O.I. continued on. “I have known the prince. Watched him growing up. Sat council with him when he was older and wondering about women and his dying mother.
Several years ago, he called out to me and I answered. He was having woman problems. He was in a fierce state over a woman named Sookie Stackhouse. It reminded me greatly of the fierce state that his father was in over a woman by the name of Gretta. Both of these males, the fierceness of wanting not letting them sleep, looking mighty rough around the edges, wanting nothing more than to one-night-stand this woman but if he valued his life he would not for these women, they are strong, they are smart, they know harpy shit when they smells it and both are deadly capable with their choice of weapon and bleeding you to death.
My prince, he is in a bad way. Maybe fears making mistakes. Maybe fears not making mistakes. So he goes to the next level. ‘I need you to promise me,’ my prince says, ‘that if my maker demands this woman from me, that you will destroy me and then my maker. Sookie is to live her life.’
I promise, says I.
‘I have also contacted Brother Samuel,’ my prince continued on. “And he has made me the same promise. If something were to happen to me and she was taken, between the two of you, I know you would find her and rescue her.’
I am not making excuses for my prince. But, when you is danger close,” he stressed, “you needs to know. So my princess, you had walks a dangerous path, but you now walks with O.I. And when my king goes to war, I shall be here with you and not with him. For here is my place of duty, so says my king. I am to protect his family at all costs and this I shall do until he releases me from this geas. Me and mine stand with you and yours.”
“But…but…no,” she was shaking her head. “No! Those dragons that abide with us, they are trusted. They would stand and fight with Dad and stay with him!”
Her eyes were now focused on her new father. “You cannot leave your fiercest and most trusted warriors elsewhere! No!”
“Yes,” Er-erikr said nodding his head. “They abide with you and yours.”
“You would have died protecting Godric?” The words choked Eric, leaving his speechless.
“It was obvious you cared for him,” the king said looking at nothing. “Perhaps once the way you cared for me. My kind took away your mother. I would not have my kind take him away from you also.”
Er-erikr tilted his head to one side. “They are searching…” was all he said as his eyes made contact with O.I. and then he was gone.
“Families,” Lafayette sighed and stood. “Glads mine is drugged up and locked down. Glad the rest of mine has got dragons standin’ guards. I am gonna go write my memoirs. His La La Fineness says good nights and God bless and I am ready to go home.”
“Yes,” Sookie nodded. “Home to eggnog and holiday decorations and puttin’ up the tree. I am ready to go home.” Turning to Eric she said, “Thank you for being mindful of me. If I had known all this before hand, maybe things would have been different. Maybe not. Maybe I really am that stupid,” she wiped at her eyes, “and risked it all anyway.
If you need to spend time with Godric’s ashes greavin’,” tears pushed past her lashes and down her cheeks. “I understand. Go say good bye and come back whenever you are ready. Go sit in his ashes, hold a fuck fest with his friends, and fuck friends you have not yet met. If you want to be with me, then you will. If not…” she shrugged. “We will continue on.”
“Sookie,” he said taking her hand. “What can I say, do, promise…please…tell me.”
“Eric, I figure your father has suffered from a broken heart about a thousand plus years longer than I have. You get him to forgive you, then I can probably forgive you for the five plus years you have vexed me.
I am goin’ to bed. O.I., can you portal us home,” she asked as he came fluttering over to her.
“Yes my princess, of course.”
“Everyone hear that. Get some sleep. Come tomorrow, saddle up. Bon Temps by sundown.”
Samuel came over and sat down next to Eric on the couch. “Such deep thoughts, my brother.”
“They track us by blood,” Eric was thoughtful. “And there is apparently shit going on that Father is not talking about. They are searching…Father said. Searching for what or whom?”
“Pamela?” they both said together.
“Time to call the child.”
“Eric,” the child said when she picked up. “You know we are about fifteen minutes from the sun on the horizon. Timing really is…”
“Stop bitching and listen,” he said. “Go to the deepest level. Take coffee, water, the coffee pot and some rags with you.”
“The Rune room,” she rolled her eyes. “Eric, really? I know that is your alphabet and all, but you know that place gives me the creeps.”
“Do it now,” he hissed at her. “They are searching…for my blood is a best guess. Get your ass in gear and you paint the walls, floor and ceiling with coffee. You bathe in that stuff. Do it now.”
There was silence on his phone. Good.
“What can I help you with Eric,” Samuel laid his hand on top of his brother’s.”
“Can you possibly unfuck me from this?” he asked.
“No,” Samuel kissed him on the forehead. “I cannot. But I will pray for you.”
“Thank you,” he smiled at his brother. “I have seen your prayers work. I believe,” he whispered as Samuel squeezed his hand and left.
Eric closed his eyes and felt the flames of the fire dance there. The heat juxtaposing the cold. The light of the dancing flames putting aside the dark.
‘My kind,’ his father had said. Twice. ‘My kind they took your mother. My kind, I would not let them take Godric because you cared for him, perhaps once the way you cared for me.’
“Fuck…” he sighed. “I am a daywalking, food eating, woman impregnating, tattooed by the dragon mother herself…vampire…” he threw his hands up in the air. “Just what the fuck does any of that mean? What does any of that mean without Sookie?”
Writing his name in the air, he felt the portal open. “Father,” was all he got out before he began to weep. “I love you and I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I want to be your son. I want to be known as your son, your heir. I want to stand beside you and fight your wars and see you safely home. I love you my father, my king.”
The older man felt the tears streaming down his face. “I love you my son. I love you. Things have changed and I must see to them. We shall speak later.”
“Things have changed,” Eric stood and looked at where the portal had been. “I am sure not for the better,” he growled. “Fuck, he holds his own war council and I am not present. That is going to change.”
Pam stood back and surveyed her handiwork. Being the good child that she was, she had carried everything down here to include five gallons of water from Sweden that they kept for whenever Eric need a righteous cleaning of his soul. “Whatever the fuck that means,” she shook her head and rolled her eyes. “But I am a good child. Look, painted the walls, ceiling and the floor with coffee, the expensive elixir of morning.
Here I stand naked, with no one to admire me and covered in coffee. No one has enough money to buy this!” she smiled and wiggled all over
“Sun in about up,” she noted and when she started to lie down there was a horrible pounding on the door, followed by hideous screeching! The noise so horrific it broke the lenses on her cameras and monitors!
“What the fuck!” she said as she pulled a chair to face the door and went and got the pot of coffee. Sitting down, she felt the wards around her hold and a part of her knew they would hold. She was bathed in coffee and her maker had designed this room for especially this occasion. When unrighteous shit came calling, because every fucking somebody in hell wanted her maker, his grandmother had supplied him with the how-do. “Come on bitch,” she settled the coffee within easy reach. “I am not going down without a fight.
Rest,” she told her mind. “You are fine. Rest, let the beast howl. Rest…we have enough bagged blood down here for weeks. Rest…rest…rest…”
Eric sat on the side of the bed watching Sookie sleep. There lay the mother of his child. His baby grew inside of her! He felt like howling and beating his fists against his chest!
“Did Godric feel that way when he turned me? Did I feel that way when I turned Pamela? No,” he shook his head as his hand gently pushed the hair out of her face. “We were both just looking for companionship and someone who we could trust to cover our ass, because the child must obey.
However, the human child has options.” Smiling he eyed Sookie’s tummy under the covers. “You will not be the fucked up piece of Were shit your father was,” he stressed. “I forbid it.”
Opening her eyes, she noticed everything about him. He looked like he had been rode hard and put up wet. Good. He could ask himself the tough questions. That was the beginning of forgiving yourself. “You don’t smell like Paris,” her voice was soft with sleep.
“No,” he shook his head.
“Where have you been?” she asked.
“Lost inside my own thoughts,” he replied. “I hate self reflection. Because that means I am not always right if I contemplate my wrongs. And I wronged you. I know that. I knew it at the time. That is why I attempted to have a fail-safe with O.I. and Samuel. I know I should have told you but my pride would not allow for it.
And I wronged my father. I told him so. I think we are healing.”
“Pride,” she nodded. “Supposedly, that is why Satan fell from Heaven. Her pride, thinking she was more than God. Thinkin’ she could be God. That is what pride will do for you. Get you cast out of the family and into a hell of your own makin’.”
“I am in that hell,” he replied. “May I take your hand?” he asked.
“Yes,” she nodded.
“I am sorry, Sookie for bringing this trouble down upon you. By omission of the facts, I lied to you and put you in danger,” bring her hands to his lips he kissed it.
“I am not sorry for loving you. Or for the life you carry. I am not sorry for the life you will live, hopefully with me, and I understand if you want to live it without me.
I took a horrible risk and played with your life. Thinking I could keep you safe, because my pride would not allow me to think otherwise. I thought I knew Godric, I did not. I thought I could charm you into letting me get my way. Apparently I cannot do that either.”
“Really,” and there was a faint smile. “So you are not the mister charmin’ you think you are?”
“No,” he shook his head. “I cannot practice my magnificent bullshit on you and I cannot charm you into believing everything I say. I am not much of a vampire.”
“How are you at being much of a husband? A daddy? A son? A brother? A friend? And then there is Pamela, she needs her maker. How are you at being much of a maker?”
“I need help. I know I am capable of learning. But I need someone who will call me on my bullshit and not be charmed by me. Because I really am all that,” he nodded when he saw her grin.
“Well,” she eyed him, “I am capable of doing that. I mean I have experience. I have been calling Eric Northman, the Sheriff of Area Five on his bullshit and charm for the past five years. You certainly cannot be more fucked up then he is. However, if you are, maybe I can help you unfuck yourself from that…that…hell of your own makin’ you are currently residin’ in.”
“I would appreciate a life-line, my angel,” he grinned at her as she sat up and ran her hand along the curves of his face.
“Anythin’ else I need to know about?” she asked, her voice serious.
“I plan to stand with my father when he goes into battle. His son, Eric Sookiehawk, heir to the throne, shall be by his side.”
“About fuckin’ time,” Sookie smiled and pulled him down for a kiss. “I miss you when you are being an asshole,” she said as she drew back the covers.
Nodding his head, he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Take it slow and dance for me,” she grinned as she settled back into the pillows. “And shake that perfect ass of yours and then your perfect front. My heart needs mendin’ and that will make me feel a whole lot better.”
“I am going to fuck you on the ceiling, Lover,” he grinned at her as he slowly ran his hand down his chest and into his pants.
“Be that as it may,” she batted her eyes, “but my heart still needs mendin’. So how about let’s drop those pants and get on with the booty shakin’. Momma needs what momma needs.”
Pam woke up and it was noon. The sun was straight overhead. There was a horrible slurping noise at the door with an occasional sonic boom that echoed around the room.
“Well fuck,” she grimaced. “Time to call in the cavalry. This shit is not going away and he needs to know.”
Picking up her phone, she hit one and then typed: They found me. Room is secure. Surveillance not working. No idea what is on the other side of the door. Have siege rations. Stay away.
When she hit send, she willed herself back into her down time. Of course Eric was coming. The dumb fucking maker, he lived for the fight.
Eric was lazing about in bed with Sookie on his chest. Yes, indeed, he had fucked her on the ceiling. She squealed and screamed in glee the entire time. When she had called him the biggest stud to ever walk the face of the earth or in fae, he knew his work here was finished. At least for the moment.
His phone was in his pants pocket which was on the other side of the room. According to the vibration, it was Pamela. She always called at his most pleasurable moments. Of course, she could also be in trouble. Fuck-ing fae…getting up he retrieved his phone and read the message.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he was vamp speed to Sookie, kissed her and then turning to O.I. he said, “Call my father. He is needed. Tell him to bring his…his…magic. They found Pam.
Samuel,” he was yelling before he was out the door.
“Yes,” the small vampire appeared.
“Pamela is under attack. Grab your salt. I’ll get the coffee. Father is bringing his magic.”
At that time, the king of the fae portaled in.
“Please tell me you have been to Fangtasia,”Eric said.
“Yes,” his dad nodded.
“Fix the position. I am grabbing the coffee and we are gone.”
“Eric, what is goin’ on?” Sookie asked as she walked out into the hall and wrapped her robe more tightly around her.
“They have found Pamela at Fangtasia. We are going to get a first hand look at what we are up against. I love you. O.I., guard her well.”
He was gone and then back. “We are ready. Samuel on my back. Father, if you would, please. Sookie, I love you.” There was a passionate kiss and then poof, they were gone.