Destined For More
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters! They are the property of Charlaine Harris. I am just letting my imagination run wild & they decided to come along for the ride.
Chapter 1: Visit with Niall (EPOV)
November 2008
I was recalling the evening as I walking to my office. It had been an extremely boring night, more so than usual. It seems as though my life has returned to the time before I met her. Unfortunately, I am not the same man I was then. It never used to bother me that night after night the same, but once she showed up in my life, rocking my world like a violent earthquake, she has consumed my thoughts. Oh, what I would give to make her see! Never have I felt for anyone, much less a human, in the way I feel for her. If only she would yield to me, we could live a beautiful life.
As I was thinking these thoughts, I sighed, "Min älskare." Oh, how she pains my undead heart!
As soon as I opened the door to my office, I noticed something was amiss. Someone was here. I immediately crouched into a defensive position as a feral snarl was released from my lips.
"Calm yourself, Viking. I mean you no harm," came the smooth reply. Niall.
"Fae, what business do you have in my office?" My voice was cold and hard as steel.
I gracefully stood out of my position and walked pass Niall to my leather desk chair. He watched me closely, like he was studying my every move. What is he up to?
As I sat down, I shot daggers from my eyes at him. He did not move in the slightest from his position on my leather couch. For several minutes, we sat in my office, staring each other down. What is he doing here? He is wasting my valuable time, and I have no patience for this.
"Fairy, speak of your business or leave. My time is very valuable, and you are wasting it."
For another moment the old man just sat there. The fairy has an air of authority that is absolutely infuriating. I kept my eyes trained on him, waiting impatiently for him to speak his piece, when all I wanted to do was to throw him out the back door for daring to invade my space.
"I have a proposition for you…" He stated ambiguously.
I quirked one eyebrow up, silently telling him to continue. Now we're getting somewhere. Finally!
"But, first, I need to explain. I have been sent here not of my own accord, but by those who control all of existence," Niall continued.
"To whom, exactly, are you referring, Fae?" I questioned, my features still hard, showing no emotion. Inside, however, my mind was churning out questions faster than ever. What is he speaking of? What connections does this creature have? How does this affect me? …
"The Fates," he replied, studying my face closely.
I kept my face emotionless, but my mind was reeling. I grew up hearing of the Norns, but never once thought they would ever bestow their focus upon me. Could this be possible? What are they after? What have they seen in my destiny that requires the Fae Prince? We have known each other for centuries, but Vampires and Fae are notoriously antagonistic with the other. He has to be here for something regarding Sookie.
Without waiting for a response from me, he continued on. "They have tasked me with finding a mate for my great-granddaughter," he smirked.
Rage so fierce bubbled from inside like lava in a volcano. I wanted to rip his head from his shoulders for even daring to mention an occurrence such as this. Before my mind could even process the action, I had propelled myself from my desk chair, bounded over my desk, and flown at Niall. My cold fingers gripped his neck, pulling him from the place in which he sat. I lifted him almost two feet from the ground, his feet dangling motionlessly.
"Sookie is MINE! No other shall have her as long as I walk this Earth. Do you understand me, FAIRY!?" I growled at him menacingly.
"I suspected your reaction, Northman, but you must let me finish before you fly off the handle again. I will not sit by and allow myself to be attacked by you another time. Now release me before you regret your actions."
"Why should I? How am I to know if you are here for something other than to mock me?"
"If you will let me explain further, you will understand. Besides, I would not like to subject my granddaughter to any more unnecessary pain."
I was still seeing red, but my mind had calmed enough that I heeded his warning and dropped him from my iron grip.
"The Fates have seen something in the future that not only affects you, but the existence of this world and everyone in it. I have been told that Sookie is the key to survival. She was born to this world for this greater purpose. The child she will bear will be our savior from the evil that comes our way. The Fates came to me and asked for my assistance. I know of only three lovers my granddaughter has had and six total males that seek her favor. The Fates wanted these names so that they could choose the man that would produce the Divine Child. However, I did not give them all the names of which I know. I considered your bond with my granddaughter and thought you would be the best choice. Not to mention the fact that she so vehemently rejected my offer to eliminate you from her life the first night we had dinner together. I told them to see if the future had the desired effect if you and Sookie were to conceive. It is apparent that you are the Chosen of Sookie's suitors, since I am here speaking with you now. From what the Fates have said, your union will not only produce an exceptional child, but will cause amazing occurrences within yourselves as well.
"The Fates favor you, Northman. You are destined for much greater things. Of course… there is an alternative mater should you refuse," the Fae Prince leered at me.
"So, what say you, Viking? Would you like to be a father?"
Thousands of thoughts were running through my mind. I was sure of nothing, but one thing.
Sookie and I must talk.