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.
O.I., in his Tor persona had sat quietly through-out the showdown between the Were and the magics. As he and Adele walked out to the parking lot, she squeezed his hand.
“You are very quit, O.I.”
“It just astounds me, fair lady, that Big T could just walk herself into the club and expect to take something that was not hers. I mean,” he shook his head, his voice full of disbelief, “that she honestly thought she could have sex with Eric and Miss Sookie, even if they did not wish to participate, just because she did. How do you get to that mindset?
You are not to abuse your power,” he said, “all answers to The Light. You are to be a good steward and when your time comes, you are to answer for that stewardship.”
“Goodness is a core value in you,” she smiled at him and raising his hand, brought it to her lips for a kiss. “Let’s go home. I could do with some of your most excellent loving.”
“Home it is,” he grinned as they walked into the shadows and he shifted to dragon. Climbing onto his back, they were airborne and streaking across the night sky.
“Could I interest you in a night of romancing?” Eric smiled sweetly at Sookie as he locked the front door. “I happen to know where there is a lovely penthouse apartment overlooking the Dallas skyline. I cannot get you there on the wings of a dragon, but I can fly,” he smiled at her smugly.
“You are so handsome,” she chuckled, “when you look like I really am all that.”
“Well, that would be because I am,” he winked at her. “And I am yourI really am all that. Say it after me, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine….”
Everyone in the king of New York’s residence was hiding, somewhere! Fearful to be gone, fearful to be in attendance! Dread oozed from the walls and from the cracks in the mirrors that were all now broken!
The king’s maker had come to visit! Panic and terror followed her wherever she went and her cursing was ripe with hate and distrust and loathing for all that was not hers!
There was presently screaming and cursing as Catherine’s rage tore through the King of New York’s home! The phone was on speaker and she was furious!
“What do you mean,” she screeched, “that the Queen of Louisiana is indisposed! I am the queen of the Old World Empire! She will be finally dead, and all of you with her, if you do not put her on the phone!”
“Sorry my Mrs., but this is just old Crankshaft. All my betters are somewhere else and I was left to answer the phone and the door. I have not been left in charge of the phone before. Opening the door is my job. And I do it right smartly. But this is my first time to answer the phone. So I apologize for any mistakes on my part but there is no one else to take the calls because
there are not many folks about and no folks with authority. They are all busy someplace else.
The old HQ is being demolished and the borrowed new HQ has to be funded and renovated and there are workmen about, union paid laborers and they are not to be bothered under any circumstance. So there is no one to yes or no your questions. If you wish to end me, I am present, but there are not any others for you to end. Except for Union laborers and they are not to be touched.”
Catherine was staring at the phone with her mouth open. “Find someone,” she hissed. “I am not to be kept waiting. I am the queen of the Old Empire,” she stated again with authority.
“Yes my Mrs., my mind might not be right but nothing wrong with my hearing. I heard you the first time.”
“A simpleton,” she was shaking her head in disbelief, “I am reduced to speaking with a simpleton,” she said to no one, not caring that Crankshaft could hear her.
“Well, maybe we can make the most of this situation,” she smiled at Richard.
“Dear Crankshaft,” she addressed the phone. “I understand about Unions. Truly,” she said and was rolling her eyes and shaking her head no. “So, perhaps I could chat with you. You were left in charge of the phone.”
“Yes Mrs.,” he said with pride, “I was.”
“Most excellent, your phone manners are impeccable. I understand why your queen left you in charge. Now, I have heard all manner of rumors. Everyone in Europe seems to think that…well, she finally stepped on some very war mongering toes,” her voice lowered and became conspiratorial, “did The Viking really blow up her headquarters?” she asked.
“I have no way of knowing that, Mrs. But that is the speculation. I have heard plenty times my queen curse him for his due diligence.”
Catherine stared at the phone. “What?” she said as she motioned for her child Richard, the king of New York, to rub her feet. “What do you mean by that?”
“I have heard it said that The Viking acts with a certain standard of care. That he does his due diligence before he commits to anything. My queen seemed to think he had committed to blowing up HQ. And the blowing up was done with such expertise, that I therefor assume he did his due diligence, if it was indeed the Sheriff of Area Five of which no one has proven.”
“Did…did…” it was too horrible to consider, “did that slut Sophie-Anne want him to commit to her in marriage?”
“Have no way of knowing that Mrs,” he replied. “There was always our queen moping about and wishing her Sheriff of Area Five lived closer. When Compton would gloat that he did not, she would have a screaming fit and have Compton silvered. He never did learn, that one. Was stupid and enjoyed it our Queen said more than once.”
“Crankshaft,” she softened her voice, “have you any idea where she might be?”
“No Mrs. Big tip-top secret! The Viking came down to see her new temporary HQ and when he left, she grabbed a few things, took her money manager and day walker and left in a hurry. I think she was fearful of what he might do, but since this house belongs to the city, I don’t think The Viking would do anything. He is very civic minded. He actually belongs to the Rotary Club in Shreveport. All the vamps here had a good laugh about that. He is the only one in our kingdom that does.”
Catherine looked down at Richard and said “invaluable,” as she clapped her hands together and grinned.
“Well thank you Crankshaft, you have been very helpful. When I speak with your queen, I shall tell her how blessed she is to have you working for her.”
“Thank you Mrs.,” he said. “There is the door. I have to go now.”
“Yes,” she smiled as he hung up.
“Yes,” she was still smiling when she looked at Richard.
“Mrs., well yes, I could be Eric’s Mrs.,” she sighed happily.
Crankshaft hung up his phone. Pamela had shifted all the phone calls coming into the residence to him. Checking caller I.D. he either answered them or let them roll to whose job it was to answer the phone at the residence. And everything was recorded, to include all the incoming and outgoing phone numbers and went to Pamela in real time.
“It is a mystery how that idiot female has not met the true death,” he said with a shake of his head. “Well, maybe tomorrow night,” he chuckled as he took a blood out of the mini-fridge and found Buffy the Vampire Slayeron TV. His suite in The Blood on the Quarter was lovely. Miss Pamela said it was his home for as long as he wanted to keep it. “Very good to me, the Mistress is,” he sighed as he picked up his cat Queenie, snuggled in and watched the little blonde kick ass!
Pamela was in her office at the club and was indeed, listening in real time. “Simpleton,” her eyes narrowed and her fangs popped down! “How dare you call Old Cranky a simpleton! Well, I hope Eric let’s me end you. If not, I will have my fun before you meet the true death!” Pam went out into the club and started chatting up the magics. “This,” she said holding up a photo of Catherine, “is the bitch that insulted my good and faithful friend.”
“We’ll get her Mistress,” they all clapped and cheered and whistled. “She will find no comfort here! Miserable she will be! Splinters in her ass and silver in her drink! We will see to it!”
Pam turned to go and standing at the door that led to the back area was Alcide.
“Nice view,” she said as she sauntered over and hung a mug over his erect penis. “Can I get you a beer?” she asked sweetly.
“Cher, you are just all kinds of funny,” he smiled at her and removed the mug. “A beer is not what I want,” he took a step toward her and tossed the mug onto a table.
“I generally leave Weres dying from laughter,” she responded with an arch of her eyebrow.
“Why Cher,” he throbbed his member at her, “I seem to be still alive and willing to please.” Placing his hands on her ass, he pulled her nude body up and impaled her on him.
With a thrust of his hips, she glared at him. “I only do girls,” she thrust back and felt him satisfy the space inside of her.
“Myself as well,” his voice was low as he pulled them both down onto the floor with her on top. “Ride me,” he grinned at her. “Please,” his voice got lower as his hands started to roam over her body.
“You want a reverse cowboy?” she asked as she pinched his nipples.
“Fuck yes,” he growled. “Show me that perfect ass of yours.”
“You want it vamp speed?” she grinned as she turned around and slid into her the only penis that seemed to be just right.
“I always want it vamp speed,” he howled when she bit his inner thigh.
“Say please,” she turned to look at him, licking her lips.
“Please,” he said sitting up and turning her around to face him.
Wrapping her legs around his back, Pam began a slow and steady rhythm.
His growls filled the quiet as she squeezed her vaginal muscles and he whispered, “Harder…please harder…”
“See,” she pulled his head down and kissed him. “You don’t like it vamp speed. The one time I did that to you, I swear, your dick got two inches shorter. Just rubbed you down to a nub.”
“You make me crazy,” his growl was low and throaty.
“Good,” she licked his neck and then leaning down, sucked his nipple. When he howled, she looked up at him. “I have the cure for crazy. I just figure that is what keeps you comin’ back around.”
“I am there!” he spit out, gritting his teeth.
“No you’re not,” she grinned at him as she slowed her pace and relaxed her muscles. “Not yet, you big stud. Not even close,” she sighed as she closed her eyes and ground around on him in pleasure. Pushing her cleavage together, his mouth latched onto both nipples. There was a touch of his teeth and she got off in Crazy as well.
“Sunrise is coming,” Pam sighed as she slid off the handsome Were. “Time for you to get dressed and get your ass to work.”
“When you own the company, Cher, you can take the day off when you feel the need to. And I am feelin’ the need. Let me sleep with you today.”
“Is it your birthday? Or Christmas?” she looked at him cross-eyed.
“No,” he responded as his hand settled on her hip. “I just want to sleep with you today. Be there when you wake up. Help you get dressed for tonight’s to-do.”
“Aren’t you working tonight’s to-do? I seem to recall seeing your name on the worker bees list,” she eyed him. “I expect you to be Were fresh, not the best fuck of your life worn out.”
There was that look on his face. She had spent enough time with him that she now recognized it. “What?” she stroked his face with her hand. “You worried for little ‘ole me?”
“Catherine has all kinds on the ground. Has for the past week. I know that is not news to you but they are starting to piss me off, in a big way. Chatting up my crew, trying to chat me up. All buddy-buddy, nudge-wink and let me buy you coffee. Shit, if they bought me the entire North American continent, I still would not tell them anything.”
“Well what got your panties in a wad?” she asked.
“Had one come to me at the job site yesterday. Bringing me a hamburger and a milk shake. Scratching his balls and talking trash about how we could rule Louisiana when The Sheriff and his bitch of a child were carried back to Russia. He confided that Catherine is willing to let the Weres run this state and collect her taxes after we take our percentage.”
“Oh…” Pam nodded, “and since you don’t pay a supernatural tax, you are not going to start paying one now.”
“Something like that,” he growled and pulled her up onto him.
Placing her hands around his neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Or is it the fact she wants to haul my magnificence off to Russia,” she kissed him on the nose and then there was a small thrust of her hips.
“You think you have me figured out, huh?” Alcide smiled at her.
“Well, let us just say I know what you like,” she laughed as she pushed into and out of him at vamp speed.
“Make it last, cowboy,” she nibbled on his ear as his breathing increased and she could hear the pounding of his heart!
“Do it,” he yelled, “fucking do it,” as his thighs began to quiver and he was there…oh gawd…he was there and it started at his toes and centered in his dick and then she bit…he was bucking hard against her, driving her into the wall!
She was smiling at him when he opened his eyes. “You are going to have to say it,” she whispered.
“I worry about you,” he whispered back.
“And…” she kissed his nose.
“I love you.”
“You can stay with me, today,” she said as she slid down from him.
As she started to walk off, he took her hand and pulled her back to him.
“Say it,” his eyes were burning orange with Were passion.
“I trust you,” she replied, honesty in her words. “As I trust only Eric.”
The both stopped and looked toward the ceiling.
“On the roof,” they both mouthed to each other.
“Sounds like Gabin and Raphael are making short work of them,” Pam smiled.
“Yes,” Sir Irwin approached them. “Mistress Sookie woke up all the magics. The outside gargoyles have always been alive, but apparently she has blessed the roof as well. All those old slate tiles were apparently taken off Snow White’s castle.”
“Well just damn,” Pam chuckled. “The Winter Princess lives on, bless her old-ways magic and all her falderal and fiddle-de-dee. Bet she did not see that coming when she checked her cauldron full of pumpkin seeds and virgin snow and met the true death. Let’s take the tunnel. My place or yours?”
“The cubby at my place can accommodate me. I have no place to pee at your place.”
“The Wolf’s Lair it is. Let’s get dressed and make that happen. I could do with another romp before sunrise.”
“Woman…I am down to a nub…” Alcide began as he watched her perfect ass sashay towards the door to the back. “Well fuck yeah!” he grinned and air pumped as he ran to catch up with her. “That sweet vampire ass…” he sighed as she slipped onto his back and he carried her piggy-back the rest of the way, “cannot get enough of that.”
Shortest of the short! Writing when I can find a few minutes…
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