PART ONE

Prologue

She felt it instantly, the pull of the magic that she had errantly ingested. But by the time it had sunk in what she had done, it was too late and though she had questions as to how this happened, she had to flee before anyone saw her. The nausea had quickly kicked in and she felt her head spinning. Night had fallen and so at least she had the cover of night to protect her. What she would do should she encountered a friend or family member in the state she was in was beyond her thinking at the moment.. Racing from the empty house, she felt the pain intensify, a crawling feeling coming over her skin as she felt clammy and warm at the same time. She fell flat on her face as she reached the depths of the woods near their gated community, feeling herself being closed off from the bond she shared with her kin….that she now knew she could not be tracked down by him. Or anyone else, for that matter for she had a new scent about her, a new look. She reached a clearing where she saw a small pool of water and her body, still feeling on fire, managed to crawl to the water and stole a glance at her reflection. Her eyes were losing their chocolate brown color and were instead taking on a yellowish, green glow to them that none could ever recognize as her. She shouted out for help but some strange, unfamiliar language came out of her mouth before the blacked out on the ground.

Chapter 1

No one was answering the phone and it was certainly not like her to not answer. She had, after all said she was headed home after her shift at Bellefleurs and was perhaps meeting up with her game from there for drinks after. But she was still never one to be this late and not to check in. especially not with the things that had happened in recent times. It had been nice, these past months to not have any life or death adventures but to have this happen so soon after the peacefulness and joy of the Christmas holiday, well, he certainly was not amused, should this be yet another plot against him and his own…more specifically Sookie.

He had hung up with Jason, thinking perhaps she had gone over to see her brother and the kids, even though the hour was ungodly for any social calls. Though he had the ring left to him by Niall to grant him the power to walk in the sun, Eric did not want to draw any unnecessary attention to himself. People did not need to know that there were a couple of vamps what could go out in the sun with the use of a ring. Should the secret of the rings be let loose, the consequences, he knew, could be disastrous. And for all he knew, she was on her way home anyway.. Then he caught the scent of something both familiar and dangerous, something-someone he had been exposed to not too long ago and the fresh memories gave him a deeper sense of dread. Walking downstairs in to the sprawling area that was well decorated and yet as safe as any bunker. There was a cozy media room replete with movies and a real theatre up at the end of the hall and across the room, a cavernous walk in closet. And that was when the scent hit him and he gained a clue as to what may have happened. There was traces of her blood on the polished marble floor and a golden needle he had seen her use before when mending their clothes from the typical wear and tear of fighting both supes and drunken idiots. Just average stuff that any average couple would deal with. But there was something on the needle, something that scented wrong. Off. And taking no chances, he retreated to find a glove and picked it up. It seemed innocuous enough and still had a strand of thread in the eye of it, she had been mending something with white thread and sure enough on the floor, there was a cashmere white sweater.. It seemed there had been a scuffle and upon closer inspection, there was, in the door to the closet gashes taken out of it. There clearly was a kind of struggle and still, the scent was troubling him. It scented of Annalina….and someone, something else. Something that had possibly caused harm to the most important person in his life and he was bound and determined to put it down, whatever it was. And still, he wondered how someone he knew was dead had managed to rear her ugly head once more.

Chapter 2

Shaking like a leaf, she knew she had to get out of this place before the light of day came to pass. Looking at her reflection in the water, she was in disbelief at what had befallen her. The last thing she had remembered was that she had been mending her favorite shirt that had gotten slightly torn after she had tried to help get a unruly drunk under control. Her moonlighting at Fangtasia had never caused her any serious injury-not that she was any weakling, she could heal easily after all, being what she was. But she had been super pissed she had chosen the cashmere to wear that night a few days ago. She had been lucky to not have had to sew anything up as of late and now, it seemed a simple repair job had led to this. She remembered jabbing herself with the needle and swore she heard a familiar laugh. A laugh of someone she knew to be dead. And there before her, stood the very source of the laugh, a helpless, powerless spirit. But a spirit nonetheless.

"I wanted vengeance against your family and so I shall have it." Annalina said a she paced before Sookie and looked at her with a smirk. "I always had a back up plan in place in case you were able to free your beloved Viking from my thrall now, the tables are turned on yourself. No one can understand you, not being what you are now…..the magic I put into that needle was the darkest and most strong of magic I could come up with. They can't search you out through your blood, is has been vastly altered and neither can you speak, to explain what has happened. Your dear grandfather spend years eliminating the dark faeries from his realm and now, well…." she nodded to the pool of water where the image of a dark violet skinned being stood, clothed only in a leather halter top and shorts, shoeless thanks to the slightly clawed feet. Feet that went well with the claws on her fingers, Sookie couldn't help but cringe at her new appearance and yet the claws were nothing compared to the leathery wings that protruded from her back. They were almost like they belonged to a evil butterfly, ominous and streaked with copper lines. And that was to say nothing of the crowning achievement of the new, unwanted unasked for makeover of Sookie….a long, whip like tail with a deadly looking point at the end. There were tears forming in her eyes as she continued listening to the gloating of Annalina's spirit.

"To turn you into something that your family would love to kill. You two thought you got rid of me and yet here I am. Powerless and yet with the means to help undo this. And without you being able to explain yourself and the family of yours soon to go hunting for a monster they mean to kill to find you, they will realize far too late that the monster was you the whole time!" Annalina laughed. "To see you standing here powerful as you are and yet powerless….it is a lovely feeling let me tell you…..awww…..you look so sad….better get yourself somewhere safe…and oh dear, it would be terribly hard to try to write a note because you can no longer even write in your language!" Annalina was clearly enjoying herself and even as she flashed away, she had certainly left a devastated, humiliated and crying Sookie in her wake. Hearing voices as she was still not far from her home, she knew she had to leave, she couldn't let them see her like this, not until she figured out a way to explain what had happened to her.

Chapter 3

Everyone had rushed over to the manor and were headed to the woods, thinking, hoping that maybe there could be clues out there. And as it was, the vamps had found strange footprints. "What kind of shoes could that thing fit into?" Pam couldn't help but comment as she stopped to take a look at the footprints, that somewhat resembled a human and yet there were clearly claws. "Were something or other, you think?" she asked . He had called her from the bar to come assist and he had expressed orders not to involve anyone else in this. Not yet anyway. And as for Aurora, he knew she was swamped with the last bit of her intense training for her job as Queen in Faery and could not be disturbed. Leaving them to once more have an adventure on their own.

"Not a were….but this clearly is no normal creature. Something even I have not seen before. Perhaps there is something in my books at the house. Take some photos of it." Eric sad and , Pam whipping out her phone and taking photos. There came a chill in the air and that familiar feeling came over the both of them. "It almost….it almost feels like Annalina again. I can't explain it but somehow I think she is involved. I felt it back at the house and now here….." Eric said to :Pak who rolled her eyes.

"That crazy bitch is dead…." she said and thought again. "Then again, coming back from the dead to cause more trouble runs in her family, what with Marnie and all…..do you really think its possible?"

"Anything is possible. And that is what worries me about what has possibly happened to Sookie. Anything could have happened to her and I fear that the path we are on is going to take us back to familiar and unpleasant territory. Though at least it is under better management now." he said as Pam processed what he was saying.

"Moon Goddess." she muttered. "Great."

Chapter 4

Where could she go? What could she possibly do? She tried but was failing to be able to open the passage to Faery and remembered that her daughter had had to close it for the time being as it was the final part of her training and she was being immersed in so many different things that she needed to keep closed off for the time being. Not out of rudeness, she had said to her parents in a letter, but it was to avoid she herself, from being tempted to retreat from what was promising to be s difficult stretch of magical tests, weaponry training and the final part of learning the rest of the rules and regulations that Faery relied on to keep the peace and order. She kept trying to concentrate, to focus, on trying to speak normally but could only manage the strange language that was from a race that according to what she had just learned, was a long gone race, thanks to her grandfather. Because they were so feared, so dangerous and apparently simply no good. And now she was one of these creatures, she had no clue how to go about doing anything. None of her magic was working as it once did, her powers now seemed to be limited to creating forces of destruction. Having managed only elemental power thus far, she stopped trying for fear of causing unwanted destruction. Though in her desperation, she had tried writing on a slab of stone, a plea for help. But had only managed a string of strange symbols that were similar to her faerie language and yet completely different. A faint hope had led her to leave the laptop sized stone at the front gate that led into the community of three houses where she lived with some of her family. As the sun came higher, she had retreated into a cave just outside of town where she let dark thoughts eat her up, frustrating her further. And then she felt it, it was unlike her and her normal behavior. Feeling as if on auto pilot, she flew out of the cave and found herself in downtown Bon Temps. There was the police station, the diner. Familiar places to her and yet they were meaningless to her. It seemed, she thought, that the wickedness of the dark faerie was taking hold of her and as frightened as she was, she nevertheless let loose an assault that now would announcing her arrival. That the town was once more under siege by someone that they had no clue was actually one of their own. Not that she was recognizable. Even her blonde hair was turned to a dark, wavy brown, laced with blood red highlights.

Bolts of lighting came from the sky and hit a telephone pole and knocked it into the street, a car narrowly avoiding it. And then the chill wind whipped up and send garbage cans tumbling. The sky, once a bright blue, had turned cloudy and ominous as the storm ramped up and a pounding rain soon left the streets starting to flood. And it took all she had to stop herself, looking at the devastation she had caused in such order. It was not long before she was spotted as she stood on top of the bank, people pointing and snapping photos. Swiftly, she fled the scene, horrified by what she had done and what else she could have done, had she not fought off the dark impulses that had clearly come over he, thanks to the magic unwillingly placed upon her.

TO BE CONTINUED