Talk to Me
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.
“Long live the Queen,” was yelled one last time as Pamela smiled and twirled in the air. Cedric caught her as she floated gracefully down and placed her on the ground.
“I could get use to that,” Pam batted her eyelashes and adjusted her lipstick with her little finger.
“But in the meantime, All Hallow’s is coming and I have one more night to fine tune for our out-of-town guests. Would anyone care to join me? It will not be as grand as tonight’s entertainment, but then, who knew this dark was going to end in such a majestic and glorious way? Seriously, the true death to both Compton and S-A. And I got to ride a dragon! What a grand evening!”
“Seeing Fangtasia as a customer. That sounds like fun,” Sookie smiled at Eric. “I would love to see the club from that point of view and what new mischief can be added to help the evenin’ along.”
All eyes settled on Sookie. All of them with an arched eye brow.
“Blood of my blood,” Eric smiled at her.
“And blood of my bond,” she replied back.
“They think alike,” Ian nodded. “I like it.”
All Hallow’s Eve Eve—-Fangtasia
“This place looks great decked out for Halloween,” Sookie smiled as she walked around with Eric as her escort. Sidestepping waitresses and bus boys that kept the area filled with alcohol and also clean and tidy. “And I love what you have done with the library. Are those really haunted mirrors you have hung up in here?” as the one closest to her smiled and winked and blew her a kiss.
“Not haunted,” Erc grinned, “just magic. “The only season they get to talk to customers and show off their stuff is when we decorate for All Hallow’s Eve. Then it is all for one and one for all! They make up for the lack of interaction they have not had the rest of the year.”
Sookie was all grins as she waved at different pieces of furniture and they waved back. “I have never seen this part since it was finished. I have always worked the back area when I came in. This is beautiful. Looks just like a Gothic manor house! I love this library! The stained glass is incredible!”
“Do you want to live here?” he asked. “We can convert it into a home.”
“What?” Sookie punched him in the ribs. “Stop that. This is your place of business.”
“This is our place of business,” he corrected her. “And we have others.”
“No, it is beautiful,” she said wistfully, “but Pam seems to be very happy here. And she is going to need a place where they shall bow and scape to her,” she said with a smile. “I would not take that from her.”
“You have a very kind heart,” Eric ran his finger along the side of her face.
“Nawwww,” she smiled back at him. “It is just where ever I go, Gran is going to be there also. And she likes living at the farmhouse. Bon Temps is where her friends live. But maybe she would like to vacation in Europe. We have always dreamed of going there.”
“Very doable,” Eric said as he put her hand back on his arm and they continued their journey back out into the club.
“Bathroom, please,” Sookie said as she watched the folks out on the dance floor.
“This way, my lady,” Eric responded and strolled with her over to the ladies’ room.
As Sookie walked through the door, a tall and well- muscled female was at the sink dressed in biker leather pants and no shirt, bathing her upper body.
“Lordy,” Sookie thought not wanting to stare, but there was no missing the snakes she had tattooed on her breasts, starting at the base of them and going around and around until the snakes fangs were in her nipples.
As Sookie walked to a stall, the woman pulled down paper towels, dried off and thankfully, picked up a jacket and zipped it up. Well sorta, she stopped under her cleavage and left things there just poking and falling out. The woman smiled at herself in the mirror then she was out the door.
“Lordy,” Sookie was shaking her head. “Please Jesus,” she whispered, “thank you for not ever letting me think that was my best look. Or for making that fashion statement. Or drinking too much tequila…or whatever…” she sighed as she closed the stall door. “I know I should not judge…but just lordy!”
Pam was in vigilant mode. There were several spies here tonight scoping out the place. “Posers,” she smiled to herself as she nodded to the gargoyles placed strategically up by the roof in Fealty Hall. With a wink and a smile to her they were back on duty.
Oh! There was her maker. Eric was standing over to one side talking with Samuel. The Kings of Nothing were dancing and well…would you just look at that. Herveaux was sitting at the bar when a Frankenstein female approached him. Complete with the monster’s boots and what appeared to be bolts sticking out of her neck. And there was no mistaking the smell of New Orleans that clung to her. And…and…had she used the soap in the ladies to bathe with?
“Just what the fuck is that about?” she muttered as she walked over to the bar and started to pour drinks at the end farthest from them.
“Packmaster,” Alcide said when she walked up to the bar.
“Packmaster,” she nodded and sat down on a bar stool. “You ready to do the introduction?”
“Sure,” he finished his beer. “But I can tell you, Northman does not hire out of town for anything. He goes local.”
“Says you,” she snickered. “Maybe I can offer him things you cannot.”
“I don’t think he fucks Weres either.”
Big T regarded the Shreveport packmaster. “Just how well do you know this deader? You maybe date him and want to keep that good time for yourself?”
“Tuesday-Wednesday,” he began.
“Do not call me that,” she gave him a low growl.
“Is your name,” Alcide replied. “It is not my fault you were born at midnight and your momma could not decide what to call you. Now what is this about? I thought you were looking for work, but sounds like you are wanting to get into bed with the deader.”
“I have not done a vamp. Thought I would mark it off my bucket list. And since I am going to do a vamp, thought I might as well start at the top of the list.”
Alcide was shaking his head at the wonder of it all. “Do you know anything,” he stressed, “at all,” he emphasized, “about Northman?”
“Sure. Tall, good looking, stud. Likes fast women and fast cars. I am a fast woman and I have a fast bike. And there is a lot of me to love. And I like being loved. There is no such thing as too rough. Or too long, or too big. I am,” she gave him a full moon tooth smile, “a snake charmer.”
Alcide drew back into his chair and glared at her. “So the real reason you called me here was to be your pimp.”
“No!” she hissed at him. “Just an introduction. I can take it from there.”
He growled at her. “Procurer, I believe is the term Sophie-Anne would use. I believe she uses Bill Compton for that purpose. To find her people she can fuck and suck. I am out of here. You find him on your own.”
“You think this is going to work out for you, Packmaster?” she grinned. “We have got some bad mombo-jumbo brewing in a pot in New Orleans, Cher. I mean, some bad stuff. You could come down with just about anything that could kill you. Same could be said of Northman and all the other deaders that walk in here.”
“You threatening me?” Alcide’s eyes turned orange as he took a step toward her.
“You don’t scare Big T, baby doll,” she grinned at him. “Nothing scares Big T. I have a voodoo priestess who likes to suck my tits and fuck me with a two-sided dildo as we go screaming two hundred and ten miles an hour down the big road on my bike. And it is not just for sex that she likes me. She likes everything about me. I am a snake charmer. One of the best around. You want to live to fuck another something with your own dick and not a pretend dick, you go find me Northman. Because with the right words muttered over that big old pot of badness, your stick just might rot off.”
Alcide grinned at her. Big and toothy. “Not scareable, huh?” he chuckled “Well that is about to change. I will introduce you to the big blond. I hope I get to watch what he does to you that puts you in the state mental hospital.”
Alcide put his beer down on the bar.
When Pam leaned across the bar to take his empty bottle, she winked at him. “Bathroom,” she mouthed. “Not scareable,” she rolled her eyes.
Alcide choked back a chuckle and went to find Eric. Spotting him, Alcide approached him and was surprised when a small blonde came out and she put her arm around him and he leaned down and kissed her.
“Eric…” he said with a nod of his head. “And Sookie, right?”
“Yes,” she smiled and held out her hand.
“Alcide, I would like for you to meet my wife, Sookie Northman,” Eric added with a grin.
“What…?” his voice trailed off and then broke into laughter. “Well, congratulations and this is interesting. Eric, the packmaster of New Orleans is here and she wants to meet you so she can…well…” he looked at Sookie and then back at Eric, “have intimate knowledge of you. I told her I was not her pimp or her procurer and she said she was not scared of anything and that she was presently having carnal knowledge of a voodoo priestess who would curse, me, mine, and yours if you did not step up and your know, get undressed and participate. I might be paraphrasing a bit because my momma taught me how to act in front of ladies, but you get the idea.”
“So that is why Pamela is working behind the bar. So she could listen in,” Eric said directing his sight over to The Child who mouthed “not scareable” and was holding her sides and pantomiming laughing hysterically.
“Well by all means,” Sookie smiled at Alcide. “Bring the bitch over. She can’t be scared, we’ll see about that. Eric, what time does the bar close?”
“Oh my bride,” he chuckled wickedly. “Right now if you so desire it. Last call is normally at two. It is now one. Let us toy with her for an hour and then have our fun.”
“Ah-h-h-h, Eric…” Alcide was grinning. “Is there any way at all that I can stick around and watch the after-hours fun?”
“We’ll see what we can work out,” he chuckled. “But in the meantime, please, bring her over.”
Sookie watched Alcide walk over to the woman whose evening was not going to end as well as she would have liked.
“Oh hell no,” Sookie said with disgust.
“My bride?” Eric asked.
“I saw her in the bathroom. She had nothing on but snake tattoos on her breasts. She was washing her upper body then dried off and got dressed. You know, by zipping up her jacket.”
“How do you want to play this?” Eric asked.
“I am your wife,” Sookie smiled sweetly, “I have this.”
Pam, not wanting to miss the show, left the bar and was vamp speed over to Eric to discuss what type of mayhem was going to ensue and did she need to sell tickets?
“Child,” Eric was explaining to her as Alcide and Big T approached. “We cannot record what goes on here. You know we have to have release forms and all manner of legal-eze. Do you really want to go through all that?”
“Eric,” Alcide said and The Viking turned to face him.
“Packmaster,” he replied. “What can I do for you this evening?”
“I have someone that would like to meet you.”
“I have this,” Big T stepped up and pushed Alcide out of the way. “Eric Northman,” she smiled at him with orange in her eyes. “I am Big T. The packmaster out of New Orleans.”
“You are Stennis’ sister. I can see the resemblance. What happened to James Joseph?”
“What?” she stared intently at him. “You knew my brother? And his name was Jimmy Joe.”
“No,” Eric shook his head, “it was not. When he did business with me, he always used James Joseph. Not his nick name.”
With his peripheral vision, Eric saw Alcide blink. “Think on that,” Eric chuckled to himself.
There was a bit of confusion on her face. Alcide just stood back and watched, hoping he could learn a few pointers in the game of one-upmanship.
“How did you know my brother?” she finally managed to get out.
“You honestly think I sit alone in my ivory vampire tower? Foolish Were child,” he chided her.
“I am not a child,” she hissed. “Do you see these,” she said unzipping her jacket, her breasts now exposed as she pulled the leather back and jutted out her chest. “Nothing there says child,” she sputtered.
Sookie looked up at the woman. “I would thank you to keep yourself covered in front of my husband.”
There was a look of a complete disconnect as Big T took a step forward. “He is married, to you? Why, you are just a bit of nothing. Just a blonde bobble headed doll. And do not think about pulling that knife you are wearing,” she hooted. “I would be around during the day to visit with you while he sleeps. And after I had finished with you, you would never go back to driving stick, baby girl. Of course, a three-way could be fun.”
“Just what are you here for?” Sookie asked.
“I want to fuck the big blond,” she stated matter-of-fact. “And now that I have met the wife, I want to fuck you, too.”
Smiling, she looked over at Eric. “I have friends in very powerful places, vamp. A lot of them. And seems I did them all a big favor with the message I sent out today. I can guaran-damn-tee you, the little woman, she will never be safe. And while you are down for the day, maybe you won’t be either.”
“Threats,” Eric said nodding. “Very effective way to get my attention. And maybe very dangerous for you.”
“I do not scare,” she replied. “I have a voodoo madam that is my part time lover when she is not my fulltime voodoo priestess. Nothing scares me. You should be terrified.”
“Point well taken,” Sookie spoke up. “The club will be closed at two. When everyone leaves, and I do mean everyone,” she arched an eyebrow at Pam, “we can check Eric off your to-do list.
Miss Pamela, if you would please, start last call. I feel the need to have some sweet alone time in the library with Eric before this brute thinks to have her way with my husband. I just do not see that happenin’, but what the fuck, I am up for some deep and soul satisfying amusement. You think you know magic,” Sookie grinned at her, “Eric comes from a long line of magickers and so do I with a great big dose of covered in the blood of Jesus thrown in. Just bring us your fucked up shit. By the time we finish you, you will not be able to shift to Were. So I am guessin’ you can kiss your packmaster days goodbye.
Before the games begin, I feel like dancing before we get intimate. Husband, if you would be so kind as to lead me out onto the dance floor and then let us dance our way into the library.”
Eric offered Sookie his arm and the two strolled away, leaving Big T there with her mouth open and Pamela keeping her face in bitch neutral, instead of shouting “Way to go Momma Sookie! You rock! I am proud to call you mine! And really, I have to leave?”
Alcide was shaking with laughter. “Better run, run now,” he winked at the woman who was starting to turn purple in the face. “I am off the opinion the little tiny Mrs. is going to skin you for your pelt with that knife she wears strapped to her side. Packmaster,” his eyes got orange, “I believe I understand who killed your brother,” he was wolf grinning. “Coming into Eric’s area in broad daylight without an invitation. I would beware of the little blonde if I were you. That is a Viking knife she wears. I do believe her magic is probably older than yours.”
“Well,” she glared at him. “My brother did not have your permission, either. How do I know youdid not kill him?”
“Why Cher,” he winked at her. “You don’t.
Listen,” he held a hand up to his ear. You could see the concentration on his face, “I do believe there is a beer calling my name,” he blew her a kiss and sauntered off.
“You cannot talk to me that way,” she hissed as she pulled out a chair, sat down, and motioned for a waitress. “Top shelf, a glass full of Kentucky’s finest,” she growled as the girl took her order and left. “We will see about the Viking magic and whatever the little blonde thinks she blows out her ass,” she chuckled as she took out her phone and called her lover. The phone was ringing. And ringing….and still ringing.
“Princess, come on pick up,” she sat watching her phone willing it to even go to voice mail. “Nothing!” she snarled.
Getting up, she made her way to the front door and out into the parking lot. Hanging up, she dialed, again. “Nothing,” she rumbled as it rang three times and then silence. “She must be working my protection spell,” she nodded to herself as she dialed the number again and let it ring until the call dropped off. “How is it there is no cell tower reception?” she groused as she stood out in the parking lot, walking here and there, trying to get through, going through her settings and just cussing technology in general.
For the next hour she paced, walked the strip mall, and cussed!
For the next hour Sookie danced, laughed and got sexed up. Her screams of pleasure could be heard by those that were exiting the building and with the doors open, she could be heard out into the parking lot.
Meanwhile—In New Orleans
Princess was working her magic and trying to get through to Big T. “Come on!” she would wail. “Where is my woman? Work damn it!” she yelled at her phone, her cauldron, and the charm she had blessed with Big T’s menstrual blood. “Fucking work! She cannot just have dropped off the grid! Magic is magic and mine is all powerful! She is my woman! We are bound and I am bound and my magic is bound! Work!” she wailed as a cold gust of air pushed past her and into the fireplace where it tipped over her cauldron and with a flurry of sparks, out went the fire! From the cold, dark chimney came a hand, made of blue lightning. “Fo-o-o-o-o-o-l,” the laughter sounded out the word and as it reached for Princess, she fainted!
Parking lot of Fangtasia
It was ten minutes until two o’clock. Big T watched the last car drive away. She stood there staring at the building. “It is just a warehouse made up to look like a gothic manor,” she told herself as she watched lights dance on top of a tower balcony. “Just a fucking warehouse. It is not haunted,” she said out loud as she heard whispers on the wind telling her to beware! “Spooks do not abide there. There is no history attached to that building. It is just a warehouse,” she tauntd the building, shaking her fist.
“Inside that building is a vampire and a human female and maybe that Were shit Herveaux. I did not see him leave and I do not see his truck. Two is coming on,” she smiled and then took a step back. It looked like something with red eyes was watching her from the top of that tower. “You don’t scare me,” she smiled. “Touch me and die!”
Pam, Alcide, Gran, O.I., a Were and the vampires three were in her office, watching the club on the screen in real time.
“This is just the best,” Gran said sitting back in her chair, having a sip of wine. “Brother Samuel, I thank you mightly for bringing this back from Israel. Very sweet and still light on the tongue.”
“You are more than welcome Miss Adele,” he bowed his head to her. “I am glad it has found favor with you.”
“Oh, the clock is chiming down the hour,” Ian wiggled his eyebrows. “And there goes Sookie and Eric to the door and stopping off to give marching orders to Sir Irwin. Why I do believe someone is knocking.”
“Punctual,” Cedric nodded. “I like that. Not at all afraid to have her fate handed to her. Or at least,” he chuckled, “not yet.”
“Just dumber than Were shit,” Alcide chuckled as he raised his bottle to his lips as he watched Sir Irwin head for the front door and Sookie and Eric where headed back to the office.
Big T was ready. She had howled at the moon, finger brushed her teeth and tweaked her nipples. Now was the time! The door knocker on the front door was massive. It was a Viking longboat with the men at the oars with the sails unfurled. Lifting it to hit the strike plate, she felt pain shoot through her fingers as the knocker fell and produced a loud boom that echoed.
Examining her fingers, there were tiny ragged holes. Looking at the knocker, she could see that where her hand had made contact with the men and they had something red around their mouths. Leaning in and taking a sniff, it was her blood!
“Pbbbbblllttttt! Were!” she could have sworn she heard them cry out as rude noises and complaints continued.
“Wired for sound,” she told herself, repeatedly. “This entire building is wired for sound. And all manner of beastie and beauty lights and spooks!”
The door slowly swung open and there stood a suit of armor. “The Master and Mistress await you in the library,” he said as he stepped aside, allowing her to enter.
With a heavy thud, the door closed and the doors locked!
“Electronics,” she told herself. “The entire building is wired!”
The great hall was lit with candles and there was a fire in the fireplace. Shadows danced everywhere and there were rustling sounds coming from every direction. Unseen things skittering in the dark, making small movements that echoed around the empty chamber.
“Do you have a name?” she asked as they slowly walked along.
“I am Sir Irwin,” he replied.
“No really,” she stopped and so did he. Coming around so she stood face-to-face with him, she said again, “What is your name? Your legal name.”
“Sir Irwin,” he replied. “So states my baptismal record, which is held at Westminster Abbey.”
“You don’t sound British,” she laughed. “You sound a lot like my great grandpa. Lived in the mountains of North Carolina. I honestly expected better from Northman,” she snarked as she reached out and raised the visor.
“How?” she took a step back, “there…there is no one in there…”
His gloved hand came up an closed the visor. “Of course I am in here, you silly child. And because of your impudence,” his sword to turned to blue sparkles which he thrust into her and pulled out, “I have taken away your Were. Now be on your way,” he motioned with the sword in his hand which way she was to go and then nearby candles went out, only leaving enough lit so she could not see into the deep shadows.
“What the fuck!” she screeched feeling where the sword had gone in. Not finding anything wrong, she righted herself and reaching out her hand, she was expecting to hit metal but he was no longer there. Blinking, she brought the Were orange to her eyes. “Take away my Were my ass,” she hissed. “Just what the fuck? Where did he go? And…” she felt something around her feet? “What is that?” as something went slithering past, leaving the sound of dry scales on the stone floor. There was a violent flapping sound as she was spun around in the air, being wrapped in some type of material then dropped to the floor in a cocoon.
“Am I wrapped in a carpet? Really? This is just ridiculous! They have no idea who they are messing with! Show your fucking selves and get me out of here!” she screamed. “You will regret this! Well then, just a touch of the Were,” she yelled, “and I am coming for you!
Wait one, where is my wolf?” Using all of her concentration, she thought WOLF! Nothing. “This is not possible. I am a Were, I have skills, I change to a wolf! I fear nothing!”
“Liar, liar, liar,” she heard her dead brother chanting. “Liar…” he snickered. “You were scared of Daddy,” he laughed.
“Yes,” she snarled, “and I killed him. And I wish I had killed you!
Calm down Big,” she took a couple of strangled gulps of air. “Just get a grip. There is an explanation for all of this. So, let’s start by getting out of this. They wrapped me clock-wise, so if I role counter clock-wise,” she began carefully rolling across the floor, “I should come out of this, okay. Then they are all dead! I will find that suit of armor, take his sword, and blue flame Eric and his Mrs. up their asses!”
As she slowly rolled, along, she could hear someone sniffing her, nudging her with its head and rolling her back up.
“Go away!” she shouted. “Leave me be!”
From somewhere she heard a bell chiming and heard laughter that sounded like a waterfall!
“Table,” someone called out, “let her go so we can have our fun.”
Carefully, she began to unroll and met with no resistance. Standing up, she kicked out at the carpet, only it was not there and she feel on her ass! Then she was being pelted by pewter mugs! “Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” she yelped, placing her hands over her head and back crawling away!
The embers gave off a soft glow from the fireplace! She was in a corner. Safe! For a while anyway! Slowly she stood up and glanced in a mirror that flanked the massive chimney. “Who the fuck is that?” she squeaked. “I mean, that cannot be me! That is some type of funhouse mirror! That cannot,” she stepped back, “be me!”
Slowly she approached the mirror and placed her hand on it. “It is me,” she sobbed. “Oh my gawd! It is me! I am five foot nothing and…and…still weigh two-thirty! Oh my gawd! That is not me!”
“Of course it is you,” a face appeared in the mirror. “Who else could it possibly be? You are looking in the mirror and there you are! Wa-a-a-a-la-a-a-a!”
“No-o-o-o-o-o!” she screamed. “That is not possible! No!”
“Let us play some round ball!” was called from the rafters as two large somethings took flight on the right side of the hall, and then two from the left! Laughter was echoed and they were airborne. Then she too became airborne and was being tossed back and forth across the room, razor sharp claws nudging into her skin!
She could see just fine what was flinging her around about three stories up! From one horrid, putrid face, to another she went. Each one more horrible than the next! When she tried to scream, nothing came out!
“Looks like the gargoyles have her,” Sookie said. “Nice. I hope she does not puke.”
“Myself as well,” Pamela was watching the monitors. “Although this is vastly entertaining. I guess I would not mind some vomit. Who shrunk her down to five foot?”
“When I super charged Sir Irwin’s sword,” Sookie replied. “He got all kinds of super powers.”
“She gonna stay that tall?” Samuel asked.
“Well, until she is truly sorry for what she wanted to do to us,” Sookie replied. “Thinking Eric would like to do her…woof! Thinking I would prefer her over Eric! Really! Calling me a bobble-headed blonde. Really!” she huffed. “Someone needs to teach her some manners. And it looks like it is up to us.”
“You know she is never going to repent,” Samuel stated.
“Yes, I know,” Sookie sighed. “So I guess she is going to be a bobble head as well.”
“Sounds like she is beginning to become a bit unhinged,” Ian noted. “What is that sound she is making?”
“Not for sure,” Eric said. “But I say let the magics in the club have their fun for another hour. By that time, she should be this side of bat shit crazy. We’ll call 911 and let the local constables come and pick her up.
Oh, most excellent, Piano and Harp have started Ride of the Valkyries!And Stone Wall has joined in humming along! This just keeps getting better.”
At three-thirty Eric let Shreveport’s finest into the club. The work lights were on and behind the bar, rolled into a tight ball, was a female.
“All the sensors and alarms went off,” Eric said as the officers tried to remove her. “I have not found where she breeched our doors. She must have been hiding somewhere when we did our closing.”
“I am a Were,” she screamed. “I am going to fuck his vampire brains out and then eat his belly and man meat!
I am,” she sobbed, “five foot nothing!” and the tears started in earnest.
“Well of course you are five feet tall,” one officer responded as he finally got the cuffs on her wrists.
“No,” her crying became hysterical. “I am really six-five and mean as a snake! But tonight, they played basketball with my body! Way up there in the air! If they would have dropped me I would have gone splat! And they used me for a bowling ball! There were gargoyles and mermaids and mummies and all manor of things out here on the dance floor being the pins and…and…a nasty little bell that would ding-a-ling every time I made a strike! Sir Irwin, I swear, he drained my Were; he was throwing me down the straightway, seeing how many of his friends he could knock down. They all cheered him on and called advice!”
“And how many did you knock down?” the female officer asked, helping her up.
“I don’t know, it was kinda hard to tell. Magic Carpet would get me all tangled up and I would not take down as many of those cocksuckers as I would have. I know it.”
“We have this Mr. Northman,” Officer Kent was shaking his head.
“Yeah, you look out for that bloodsucker!” she yelled. “Northman has Vikings on his front door that will chew your hand off!”
“Vikings?” Kent asked.
“Doorknocker,” Eric replied. “Vikings in a longboat doorknocker.”
“Been that kind of night,” Willkins was shaking her head. “I hate full moons.”
“Hear hear,” Kent nodded in agreement.
“Thank you, officers,” Eric said opening the door for them.
“We appreciate good citizens,” Kent responded as they headed out to their patrol car. Eric waved to them as Shreveport’s finest drove off.
“She tasted really nasty,” Orlo, the captain of the dragon boat said to Eric. “Were…ick! We still have a bad taste in our mouths, don’t we boys!”
“Aye!” Was shouted back. “But we would do it all again! We are Vikings! We rule the seas and the front door to Fangtasia!”
“Indeed,” Eric smiled at him and saluted. “Just wait until tomorrow night. We have even older and nastier coming this way. Vampires off the continent. Perhaps a Were or two in attendance with them as well.”
“Here all week!” the boat crew called out with cheers and whistles!
With a bow of his head to the fearless sailors, Eric closed the door and locked it.
“Good job, tonight,” Eric called out to the magics inside the building. “More of the same tomorrow night. We shall be celebrating All Hallow’s Eve in style!
Now, I believe we can head for home. Packmaster,” Eric bowed his head to him, “we leave the New Orleans pack in your hands.”
“Pleasure,” the Were smiled and took out his cell phone and punched in a number.
“Boogie Boy,” he said, “I have bad news for you. I just got a call from Northman. Apparently Big T hid herself away tonight in Fangtasia. She set off alarms and the police have escorted her out.”
“How is that bad news?” the voice on the other end said. “I hope she robbed him blind. We will b around to bail her out.”
“Well, apparently,” Alcide became very serious, “it looks like maybe she shifted. Or something. And when she tried to shift back, she is now all of five foot even.”
“What?” You could hear the disbelief tinged with terror.
“Thought that might get your attention. You know Northman has his club spelled, right?”
“What? I thought vamps did not traffic in magic!”
“Well, apparently this one does and ah-h-h-h, maybe she tangled with it. Northman said she had a case of the bat shit crazies when they rolled her out of here. And she tried to shift without any luck while yelling at the cops. She had been talking out of her head when he found her, he told the police. About bowling, basketball and she was a Were, so beware. Of course, Northman was laughing when he told me that.
Just thought you might like to know what happened to this packmaster.” With a grin, he hung up and was given a standing ovation.
Boogie Boy just sat there, staring at his phone. “A dead packmaster; a crazy, shrunken packmaster, and the Devil’s Pit, that Big T warned us off, of. I am beginning to believe that Eric has his entire area spelled. Shit! Guess I better call her momma and tell her to be expecting a phone call. And to garage sale her clothes. I wonder if her feet are the same size as mine? I could use a new pair of boots.”