MY STORY USED TO BE IN PARAGRAPHS AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF, BUT I'M NOT QUITE SURE WHAT HAPPENED TO IT. I TRIED FIXING IT, IT DIDN'T WORK OUT FOR ME. :) SORRY. :(
Chapter 1
I had no idea what I was doing. I should be with Bill at his place. After what he had just done though, what I had just seen, there was no way I was going to that. No sir.
This night has been the worst of my short life... by far. It started out just dandy. I woke up, showered, and went into work. Tara and I had been having a great time just joking around and enjoying the night. Of course we had to find Jane Bodehouse a ride home, but that was nothing new. What was new, however, was the body in the back of Andy Bellefleurs old Buick. Yep, that was unusual.
Tara and I were outside taking our breaks when I noticed the back door of the Buick was slightly ajar. I went over to close it when a foot just plopped out! After our screaming had carried on for a while Sam came to the rescue. Mind you, even he squealed a bit. So there we were, two screaming girls and Sam. When Sam was finally able to calm us down he went in and called the police. Everybody knows what you get when the police show up: questions. There were more questions for Tara than me seeing as it was her boyfriend Eggs that was lying in the back of Andy Bellefleurs Buick. Poor Tara.
That girl was crying her eyes out. There wasn't a thing I could do about it though because Bud Dearborn was talking my head off about why Andy's car was out back instead of at his house. Saying, "Well sheriff, Andy was wasted." didn't seem like a dignified response. So I said Andy wasn't feeling to well, and let him make his own assumptions about why that was. After making sure that Tara got home safely and tucked into bed, all I wanted to do was go home and curl up with my vampire.
However, I did not get my wish, seeing as he was already in bed with someone else. Right in the middle of all the moaning and screaming, I walked in. They didn't even stop! By golly they did when I threw that hoe of my so-called man. Bill seemed dumbfounded that I had caught him. He was stuttering and he just couldn't get his words out right. It was unbecoming of a vampire. I was crying and yelling at him forever. Finally, I just left. Mind you, I slapped him good and hard before I did. It probably had no effect on him, but it made me feel better. That's all that really mattered at the moment.
So here I am, driving in my car. I know I should just turn the damn car around, go home, and eat a pint of Blue Bell while I cry my eyes out. I know this. I also know that I should not be heading towards Shreveport to see the one person I hated. Eric.
Chapter 2
I made it to Fangtasia in one piece. I guess that was good. Though I'm not sure that being at Fangtasia was, in itself, a good thing. I sat in my car wondering what the hell I was doing here and why, of all people, did I run to Eric? I didn't have a good answer.
Boy was it quite here though. No humans around messing me up with their thoughts, just dead air. (haha) I relaxed a bit at the thought of going in there with no noise in my head. Then before I knew what I was doing I was at the back door to Fangtasia, knocking. It was just my luck that Pam answered.
"Well,well, well. What do we have here?" Pam, grinning, said. The smiling creeped me out a bit.
"Is Eric here?" I asked in a rush. Pam seemed to be taken back by my question.
It was rare to surprise a vamp, especially one as old as Pam. "You want to see Eric?" she asked.
"Well, yeah. Why else would I be here?" I asked, getting a little aggravated. It was cold out here.
"Very well. Follow me." she said, acting like I was putting her out by having her take me to Eric.
I became a little uneasy when I noticed there was not a soul in the bar. The only other person I saw on my way to Eric, besides Pam, was Chow. He was guarding the door like a good little minion. I nodded at him and, doing something I had never seen a vamp do, he rolled his eyes at me. Pam scoffed at him. I'm guessing because it was such a childish gesture. Vamps were mean and angry, not childish. It was just immature that he did that, so I stuck my tongue out at him.
Eric was sitting on his "throne" when I entered the main area of Fangtasia. He looked like an angel. Well, an angel in blue jeans, a t-shirt and flip flops. This was the most casual I had ever seen him look. You'd think he was wearing an invisible crown the way he was draped across the chair. The chair looked extremely uncomfortable, but he looked anything but. This was his kingdom, his area. He ruled here and he knew it. He had a cockiness about him, but to me it seemed he just knew who and what he was. I respected that, even if he was an egotistical asshole who had a tendency to kill people.
"Ah, Miss Stackhouse to what do I owe the pleasure? I know you would not willingly ever come and see me. Do you need my assistance again in some of your human dealings? Has someone else been murdered?" he said, with a small smile playing on his lips.
"Uh, no. I mean, yeah, someone else has been murdered, but that's not why I'm here." I said, nervously.
"Then why are you here Miss Stackhouse?" Eric asked, curiously.
"I don't know. Well, you see, I found Bill cheating on me tonight. I saw it all. I really didn't realize what I was doing until I was almost to Fangtasia." I said, a little sadly.
I looked up at Eric. He was not happy. His fangs were out and he had a look of pure rage in his eyes.
"Oh, man. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I'll just leave." I said, turning to go. However, Eric was there before I could even get turned around.
"Sookie, do you think that I am mad at you?" he said, an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Well, yeah. You're not the kind of vampire that likes emotions. I know that I hardly know you Eric and, to be honest, I don't even like you, but for some reason I came here." I said confused.
"I am not upset with you, I am furious at Bill for what he threw away. As to your confusion about why you came here, to me, only you can answer that." Eric said this almost sweetly. It kinda creeped me out. A sweet, compassionate, murderous Viking vampire and his name happened to be Eric. The night just keeps getting weirder.
"Well, um, that's sure nice of you to say Eric." I said, cautiously.
He laughed a small laugh. "Yes, it is. Sometimes I even surprise myself, Sookie. Now, what about a vacation. Would a vacation do you any good, lover?" he asked, leading me over to a booth. Lover? That was... unexpected, but I found it somewhat sexy. He could tell exactly how I felt about it too. Damn vampires.
I hated this man, but I found myself oddly attracted to him. And what was this about a vacation? Now, I may be a small town southern girl, but I'm no fool. Vacation my ass. This had to do with that promise I had made Eric a few months back. I was sure of it.
Somehow I knew I wouldn't like the assignment.
Chapter 3
"Paris? You want me to go to Paris, France?" I asked, skeptically.
After Eric and I were seated in a booth in the completely deserted Fangtasia, he went all close-to-human on me. At first he asked how I felt about Bill cheating on me. I found this odd because Eric is a vampire and vampires hate emotions, especially Eric. In any case, I told him exactly how I felt. I wanted to kill Bill for what he did to me. I told him that it hurt me greatly that Bill could do such a thing to me. I started crying. Eric didn't say anything, he scrunched up his nose a little though. I laughed at that and he looked at me like I was crazy. Then Eric surprised me by asking if I loved Bill. I thought about that for a minute. I guess I loved Bill, but I wasn't in love with him. He would always hold a piece of me because he was my first in more ways than one.
I told Eric all of this, but he didn't really seem surprised by my answer. Then after I got my feelings out and felt a little better, Eric got down to business. I was thinking that Eric let me cry and be all human in front of him because he wanted me to not be such a mess. I couldn't be sure though. I never was with Eric.
"Yes, lover. I would like you to go to Paris. An acquaintance of mine has had a member of his coven turn up missing and needs certain... talents, to find her. Talents which only you have." he said, carefully. These talents Mr. Big Bad Viking was speaking of were my curse. It didn't really matter to him though. As long as I got the job done.
"So you just need me to read some human minds and figure out were his little buddy is. Am I right?" I asked. I wasn't convinced that this is all I would have to do. I mean I was dealing with Vampires here. You just never know with those sneaky bastards. "
You are correct. That is all that will be required of you. It should only take a week at most. Of course, I will pay for everything. Also I will give you an additional $15,000.00 for any work that you will miss. What do you say? Paris is lovely this time of year." Eric said, smirking a bit.
I thought about this for all of five minutes. I didn't really like that whole, 'I will be paying for everything.' statement, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I had no idea how much money Eric thought I made in a week, but it definitely wasn't 15 grand. Who was I to tell him otherwise? If he wanted to give me that much, for my telepathic services of course, then I was just fine with that. However, I was pretty darn sure Eric knew exactly how much I made in a week. Hell, he probably knew how much I weighed when I was born and what my social security number was. From what Bill had said, Eric had a thing for me. Bill said it was because I was his and not Eric's. I thought Bill was just jealous. I mean, I never really saw myself with Eric so there was nothing to be jealous about. And I'm pretty sure that Eric could do better than a telepathic waitress.
"Alright. I guess I could do that. Sam just hired a new waitress so he should be fine with that. When do I leave?" I said.
Eric seemed to be a little astounded that it took no more convincing than it did for me to agree. What? I had never been to Paris and 15 grand is alot of money to turn down now-a-days. Plus, I knew I really had no other choice. I had made a deal and I stand by my deals. I'd rather have 15 grand and go willingly, then to get no money and be forced to go. Life is all about compromise.
"We will leave tomorrow evening after I awaken." he said, really smirking this time. I knew why too.
"Wait. You'll be going with me?" I asked, shocked.
"Of course, lover. I wouldn't let you go alone." he said, oh so proud of himself.
Being a human and having emotions, I thought that was sweet of him. However, I'm not an idiot. I was pretty sure Eric was going more for himself than for me.
Yeah, this was going to be an interesting week.
Chapter 4 I can't say that I loved the idea of Eric going to Paris with me. I knew that I was attracted to him. I chastised myself for this often, seeing as this was a recurring feeling. Since seeing Bill with that woman I just wanted to jump Eric's bones and teach Bill a lesson. However, my Grandmother raised me to be a lady, not a vindictive bitch. It sure was tempting though. When I got home from Fangtasia, with all these emotions running through me, I just wanted to pass out... or cry. Either would do. I really expected Bill to be waiting on my porch, to beg for my forgiveness, to say something. He wasn't. A part of me was happy that all of this had happened. Bill had been acting different these past few months (I guess that had something to do with the fact that he was cheating on me, huh?) and he seemed to be distancing himself from me in ways. He never came by Merlottes anymore and when I was around he mainly just talked on the phone. Business, he said. Business my ass. I guess this was just an alternate ending to us breaking up and having a huge fight in the process. I was tired of it. Of being under appreciated and overlooked. So if this was it, then so be it. So I pushed it all aside and went to bed. I woke up the next day at two o'clock. A late start for me. Especially since I still had to pack for my upcoming "vacation". I had no idea what to pack. I had a couple of nice dresses that I had bought the other day at Tara's Togs and I was planning to get some use out of them, by golly. I packed them along with my usual everyday clothes and toiletries. I felt pretty confident in the fact that Eric would make me wear them at some point while we were there. I wouldn't want to embarrass him around his "peers", not good for business. By the time darkness fell I was packed and ready to go. I had my hair falling in loose curls around my shoulders and had splashed some makeup on. I was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a red Fangtasia shirt Pam had given me a while back (this one actually fit). I slipped on my tennis shoes just as I heard a car pull up in my drive way. I looked out the window and saw Eric's red corvette. It's about time. I was getting a little antsy. I answered the door and registered the fact that Eric's outfit almost mirrored my own. T-shirt (some new synthetic blood distributor), blue jeans, and a pair of flip-flops. That was Eric for you, Casual with a capital C. Looking at him you'd think that he was a harmless (or as close as you could get) vampire, but piss him off and he's anything but harmless. When Eric got angry he was without a doubt one of the scariest vamps I had ever seen. Right now he looked relaxed though. Hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, per usual. Any passerby, if I had any, would think he was just picking me up for a date the scene looked so normal. They would be wrong. "I see you are packed and ready to go. " he said, happily. "Yep, I'm all set." I said, if a bit nervously. My usual nervous grin was set on my face. I had no idea why. "Someday you won't be so frightened by me." he said, as he stepped by me and retrieved my suitcase. "Uh-huh. So when does the plane leave?" I asked. "As soon as we get there. We are flying in my private jet." he said, casually. Now, why didn't it surprise me that Eric had his own plane? "That's... nice." "Yes, it is. This way I don't have to worry about anyone trying to kill me while I'm dead." he said, matter-of-factly. Eric carried my suitcase out to his corvette and stowed it in the tiny trunk along with another suitcase which, obviously, had to be his. I had just got the door locked when he shut the trunk. My nerves had calmed down and I was actually pretty excited about going out of the country for the first time. I had always wanted to see Paris and now I was getting the chance. Sure, I was going for business, but vamps are dead to the world during the day. That meant I could wander around all I wanted to during daylight hours. That made this venture seem worth it. "You are happy, excited." Eric stated, while opening my door for me. "Yeah, I've never been anywhere except Bon Temps really, so I'm looking forward to seeing a bit of the world." I said, smiling genuinely from ear to ear. Eric gave me a small smile as he shut my door, which was really unexpected... and out of character. It meant alot that he had done it though. He got in the drivers side and as soon as the door shut, we were off.
Chapter 5 It took no time at all to get to the airport. Granted the airport is usually an hour away, but we got there in twenty minutes. Yeah, I've noticed vampires tend to drive on the dangerous side, especially Eric. Danger and Violence, that's what a vampire is all about. After screeching to a halt on the airport runway, not a parking lot, Eric retrieved our bags and threw them on the plane. Literally threw them. He must be ready to go. He was running around excitedly barking orders at his servants (I guess that's what he called them) and hurrying me along. He even gave me a little push as I was walking at human speed to the plane. I guess he got tired of waiting on me, so he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. I gave a little squeak of surprise. As soon as he picked me up, I was sitting in a comfy seat on the plane. The plane was extravagant to say the least. Tan leather everywhere, the light tight curtains were a light shade of green to match the carpet. It was all very nice. "Is there a reason that your in such a hurry?" I asked, I was kinda annoyed. I hate being rushed. Eric didn't even stop flitting around while he answered me. "I would like to be in Paris before the sun rises. That way you won't have to go through all the stresses of getting my coffin to our hotel. It's a bitch." he said. There was no certain emotion in his voice, just fact. I was shocked speechless. I figured it was very... thoughtful of Eric to think of such things. However, Eric thought of everything. I was relieved that he had though. I had never dealt with getting a coffin out of an airport and into a hotel. It had to be complicated. It would be hard enough for me to get out of the airport without the added stress of getting Eric's body safely to the hotel. Do you have any idea how many people will be in that airport?! Me either, but I can guess. Alot, that's how many. That's just to many brains to block out. "Oh. Will we make it?" I asked. I could here the plane roar to life. Just then Eric came and sat across from me with a smirk on his face. "Yes, dear Sookie, we will land about an hour before I die. By then we will be safely in the hotel and you will be sipping a latte on the terrace." He seemed really proud of that. "If you say so." I said, gripping my arm rest for all I was worth. "Are you afraid of flying alone with me?" he asked, he was amused by me. Great. "No. This is my first time flying, so I'm a bit nervous." I said, pointedly. Eric raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. "Really?" "Yes, it is." I said. "And you get to experience it with me?" he said, playfully. He was really milking it. I didn't get a chance to answer though because I just got an accidental glimpse into our human pilots brain. It wasn't pretty. She was thinking about all the vamps she had killed. There were many. She was some sort of vampire executioner. She wasn't that old, 23 maybe, but she was strong and extremely talented. Right when I thought that it was likely she hadn't killed a vamp as old and as strong as Eric, her mind told me the she had killed one much older than Eric. Dammit. I knew that she was no angel. She killed vamps because she could. There was no other reason. She simply liked the power of taking away there immortality. The strength she felt as she rammed a stake in their heart, cut their head off, or... ew. The way she killed them varied. If they were weak she took them on face to face. If they were strong then she did it from a distance. That was good, but she killed the really old one face to face. She had wanted to test her strength. Fantastic. Eric must have seen something on my face because his playful expression went to one so serious it was almost funny. I didn't laugh.
Chapter 6 Eric looked at me and flicked his eyes to the front of the plane. A gesture that I took to mean he wanted to know what the hell was going on. "Eric, the pilot is an extocutioner. She has over two hundred kills on her and she plans to kill us." I said, barely above a whisper.
He rolled his eyes at me and began to get up.
"Her oldest kill was about 2000 years older than you." I said. Eric, half way out of his seat, sat his ass back down.
Eric continued to look at me. "I don't know why she wants to kill you, maybe your just another vamp, but she's dangerous." I said, still whispering. "What are we going to do?"
"Before we do anything I need you to do something for me." Eric said.
"I'm not I'm not having sex with you Eric." I said, dryly.
"I don't want you to have sex with me Sookie. Not right now at least. " he said with a small smile. "I just need you to sit here and stay out of the way. Don't do anything stupid or draw attention to yourself."
"Why the hell should I do that?" I asked, stupidly.
"Because this woman plans on killing us. I can't just wait for her to strike so I'm going to throw her off my plane." He said, calmly.
I really didn't want anyone to die tonight, but if I didn't listen to Eric I might die instead of the crazy lady flying the plane. I like me better.
"Alright then." I said, warily.
I strapped myself in and sat back. I was alright with this plan. At least he didn't want me to have sex with him. If I was still with Bill the idea alone would disturb me, but now that Bill and I were through... Why the hell am I thinking about this now when there's a crazy lady trying to kill us? I stuffed the thought away so that I could think about it later. Like when I wasn't in a life threatening situation. If I lived that long.
I watched Eric walk up to the front of the plane and really hoped that I'd see him again.
Chapter 7
It was quite on the plane for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was only seconds. Almost immediately the pilot was screaming. Go Eric! There were horrible noises coming from the cockpit and every time I heard Eric scream in pain (which was often) I almost got up. It took all I had in me not to get up off that seat, but he had told me to stay put, so I did.
Suddenly the pilot (whose name I later learned was Genevieve) flew from the cockpit and into the wall all the way at the other end of the plane. She hit it hard, but she was up within seconds. Yeah, she was strong. Any normal human would have suffered serious injuries, if not death, from a hit like that. She was angrier that ever and now she had her sights set on me. Great.
Genevieve came running at me and had such fury in her eyes I was surprised that there wasn't a hole in my head. I tried unbuckling my safety belt, but it choose the worst possible moment to not co-operate with me. Just when I got it off she tackled me. Where the hell was Eric?
"You fucking bitch! You can never have him!" crazy lady, Genevieve, screamed.
I had no idea who she was talking about and I didn't have time to think about it. She threw me to the ground and repeatedly beat on my head. My hands were covering my face so my skull took most of the damage. When she realized this wasn't working she began beating my sides. She broke one rib almost instantly. She broke three more before Eric was on her, throwing her off of me. She hit the door with an amazing force. Harder than she hit the wall a second ago that's for sure. As soon as she hit it though it flew off the hinges, sending her flying out of the plane. Unfortunately, when the door opened I went with her.
I was right in front of the door, so naturally when the air got sucked out, so did I. I was falling through the air, my heart racing a mile a minute. It felt like riding a roller coaster for the first time. I barely knew what was happening before a pair of big, hard arms wrapped around me. I was going up again and heading back to the plane. It also took me a minute to realize that the pair of arms belonged to Eric. Thank Goodness he could fly.
Eric flew in the plane (gracefully) and went straight to the cockpit, strapped me in the co-pilots seat (with me screaming in pain from my various injuries), and flew back out. As I was sitting there trying to get over the shock of what had just happened, I heard metal being bent and contorted. I had enough sense to know that Eric was resealing the big ass hole in the plane.
After that task was finished, he calmly walked in and got in the pilots seat. I hated how he could be so calm in these situations. He started flipping switches and pushing buttons. Seeing as the plane was starting to do a nose dive, I really hoped Eric knew what he was doing.
"You do know how to fly a plane... right?" I asked, nervously.
"Of course. I've known how since they were invented. It's a useful skill." he said, still pushing buttons.
"Good." was all I could squeak out.
Eventually the plane began to level out. I was guessing that we were still somewhere above the United States, but I couldn't be sure. I started thinking about tonight's events. I wasn't sure how I felt about it all. I was just happy to be alive. My brain seemed to block out the fact that I was almost killed and that I had went free falling at 38,000 feet. That was fine by me. Now wasn't the time to think about such things anyway. I wanted to know what the hell was going on.
I was pretty sure a Viking vampire that I knew would have the answers. He always did.
"Who the hell was that and why did she try to kill us? I know you know so you might as well tell me." I said, tiredly.
Eric sighed. He actually sighed, something I had never heard him do. "That was my ex-lover Sookie. Genevieve." he said, heavily.
Well, that was unexpected.
Chapter 8
"Your what?!" I practically screamed.
"My ex-lover. It was many years ago. I have no idea why she came after me now, after 700 years. It makes no sense that she..." he started saying, but I cut him off.
"Wait, did you say 700 years?" I asked, astonished.
Eric looked at me then went back to facing forward. I could tell by his reaction that he didn't mean to say that out loud. To late.
"Yes." he said, blankly.
"How could she be that old? I could hear her thoughts so she couldn't be a vampire and there was nothing supernatural about her. Well, just the supernaturals that she had killed. Eric, explain." I said. I was surprised at how calm I sounded.
"She was mine. We shared blood many times. It had side effects that we didn't know about back then. We were just figuring out certain things about our race even though we had been around for thousands of years. Blood bonds being one of them." Eric said, grimly.
I remember Bill telling me about blood bonds once, so I knew what they were. I had a feeling this story wouldn't have a happy ending.
I waited patiently for Eric to resume talking. Eventually he did.
"Back then we had to carry our 'blood donors', as you call them today, around with us so that we would not arouse suspicion. I meet Genevieve almost 800 years ago, I was still young myself. I had just been released from my Maker and was excited by my freedom. I was in a small town in France, I can't remember the name of it now, when I first saw her. She was beautiful. She was slim, but not disgustingly so. Her dark brown hair trailing down her back, she was the most exquisite being I had ever seen. I wanted her and she wanted me. That was it." Eric said, trying to conseal the smile that was playing along his lips.
"I was stupid. My Maker told me never to give my blood to anyone, but I wanted give her a piece of me that no one had. The only thing I had to give was my blood. Back then I wasn't wealthy and didn't have much to give. She loved me anyway. I told her what I was the first time we made love, she didn't care about that either. She wanted me regardless." he said.
I simply could not believe what I was hearing. Eric was sharing. He could have refused to tell me all of this and left it at that, but he was being open with me. Truthful. It was like he read my mind.
"I'm telling you all of this because you deserve to know, no other reason." he said defensively.
"Okay." was all I said. I was afraid to say anything else, afraid he would stop.
Eric sighed before continuing, an exasperated sound "Many years later Genevieve began to change. She was stronger and faster than most humans, and she hadn't aged at all. I was worried, so I consulted my Maker. He said that we had formed a blood bond. When Genevieve learned this she became a different person. I was selfish and brutal, but she was much worse. She walked around like she owned the world and everything in it. She killed people and other vampires because she could. I loved her, but not to the point of my own death." That was Eric for you. He loved himself more than anyone else. No matter who it was, he would always look out for himself... at all costs.
"I went to my Maker and told him all of this. He had a solution. He could destroy the blood bond." Eric said, quietly.
"You can do that? Destroy a blood bond, I mean." I asked, curiously.
"Only your maker can. They will always have complete power over their children, so they can give and take anything from them. Even blood bonds." Eric said, gravely.
Eric took a break from his story to push a few buttons and look at one of the screens. I saw him switch on the auto-pilot before he leaned back and closed his eyes, resting his hands in his lap.
"Why didn't you just kill her?"
"Because that could have killed me." he said, simply.
"And because you loved her."
"Yes." he said, shortly, before continuing. "Genevieve was not happy about this, but I was still stronger than her so she didn't really have a choice. The bond was removed, but apparently the powers she gained through it were not. I did not see her again after it was removed. I traveled over here, to the United States, to start anew. I figured she would die like other humans do after they grow old. As we see, she did not." he finished.
Eric didn't tell me how the blood bond was actually removed and, to be honest, I didn't want to know. I could tell that he truly did love her, but she was to savage for him. That was saying something.
"So why did she come after you now, after all these years?" I asked.
"I do not know, my lover. That will have to remain a mystery until we land in Paris and meet with the local vampires. They may have answers or they might be as clueless as we are." he said.
So all-in-all, this had been a shitty night, for me and Eric both. I had a few broken ribs, Eric was still looking as beautiful as ever, and I had the idea that this trip was going to be nothing like a vacation.
Don't you love it when people lie to you?
Chapter 9
The rest of the ride to Paris was awful. Eric was silent. He didn't speak at all, not one word. Don't ask me how we made it there before dawn, I couldn't tell you.
A Representative for the vamp I was working for was waiting on us when we arrived. He was a short, stocky man whose hair was as black as soot. He looked uncomfortable in the Armani business suit he was wearing. I was guessing it was something like a uniform to him. I realized pretty soon that he was not human and he wasn't a vampire either. His brain was fuzzy. That didn't happen with humans, and I couldn't even read a vamp. I figured he became something very furry and very big. I knew immediately he was one man that I didn't want to piss off.
When he saw Eric his back straightened and something close to a snarl appeared on his face. Great.
"Mr. Northman." he said in a deep, husky voice.
"Ah, Thadeus it has been too long. I see the years haven't been kind to you." Eric said smiling for all he was worth, but I could feel the anger raidiating of him in waves. Why was he so angry?
"I see you haven't changed at all." the man, Thadeus said. He didn't seem to happy to see Eric either.
Eric ignored the comment. "I suppose the queen sent you to escort us to our hotel. How nice of her." Eric said, blankly. "This is Miss Stackhouse. She is here in service to the queen."
"Fangbanger." Thadeus said quietly.
"Werewolf." I said. Just a guess on my part. He actually thought that I was a fangbanger.
Thadeus, who had been turning to lead us out, spun around to face me. "How did you know that?" he growled at me.
"I see the queen doesn't entrust her secrets to you anymore. How upsetting." Eric made a 'tisk,tisk' sound before continuing. "Sookie is a telepath. While she can barely read your thoughts she can get a feel for your energy. Fascinating isn't it?" Eric said, happily. I didn't think that it was fascinating at all.
"Yeah. Fucking amazing. Come on. We don't have all day. What with you having to die at dawn and all." Thadeus said, smartly.
"Take me to the hotel, but Sookie needs to see a doctor immediately. We had a little trouble en route and she was injured. I have an associate who will accompany her to make sure that she comes to no harm." Eric said, all business again.
"You do not trust us to keep her safe while she in our territory?" Thadeus said, someone was getting a little defensive.
"No." Eric said, shortly.
Just then a man walked in the big glass double doors that I guess lead in to the main airport. The man was no stranger to me.
"Sam!" I said, confused and excited all in one.
"Hi Cher." Sam said with a big smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?!" I practically screamed.
"Well Eric said you might need a bodyguard and I couldn't let somethin' happen to my best employee." he said, bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand.
When he said all of this, I knew that he was lying. He meant that he couldn't let something happen to me, period, if he could prevent it.
What the hell was Eric thinking?
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