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.
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.