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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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,