The characters of True Blood belong to Alan Ball. The SVM characters belong to Miss Charlene Harris. I do not have a BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes and fuckery are my own. I am not claiming anyone else's.
Dead Gotta' Eat Chapter 1
Amber thought she had been in some tight spots...nothing like this! There was a 1,000 year old vampire wanting to do all sorts of things to her...just a tiny bit at a time, so as not to waste her blood. The Viking, the Sheriff of Area Five of Louisiana...yes, maybe she had heard of him. And he was the child of Godric, her sheriff before he had met the sun. So, the bat shit crazies ran in this particular family. And Miss Pam, The Viking's child, looked like she could hold her own in a bat shit crazy fight as well.
The bases were loaded and she was up to bat. What the fuck? Fucking sister and her smile and...and...
You could forget about knocking this out of the ballpark. Those of the bat shit crazies persuasion could catch anything. You did not live to be a thousand without having some serious skills...and friends.
"I can see where you and your sister were bred from the same stock," Eric's fangs came down. "You were all aboard to kill her and now that you have the cure, the bitch is all that is holy and pure?"
Lifting Amber's wrist, he bit. When she screamed, he backed it down a notch.
"Not bad," Eric smiled. "I feel a bit better. And that scream...nice touch."
"Veins are not as prominent," Pam replied, moving Eric's collar.
The Japanese were watching for any and all fuckery. It was looking like maybe Amber could be used for an initial workup. "For the antidote to be one-hundred percent, we are going to need the host," Gus Jr. responded.
"Yes," Eric replied licking his fangs. "But Amber's blood should be a place to get started if I am any indication. And you know this to be true. You can see it for yourself. Start with her," Eric smiled charmingly.
"Then Pam and I, we will bring in the bitch," his eyes cut to Gus. "And I can't have your men tailing me. Newlin is skittish and running." With his eyes, Eric motioned him toward the door.
"Let me handle this," Eric said tossing Gus his phone. "Pamela will give you her phone as well. Program in your number. One of us will call when we have the package. You just come and get her."
Gus still did not look convienced. Eric was shaking his head. Pam was right. There was no point to the dick measuring contest. Time was of the essence. Besides, he was sure his was the biggest.
"Gus," he smiled. "We need to get you back in the True Blood business. It is going to take some faith and trust from each of us. There is a cure. We want the cure. We want the cure, alive.
For all the fuck I care, you can even breed the bitch and produce more of the carriers. But eventually, she will outlive her usefulness to you and as long as I am still alive, her final death is mine.
And if I should fall, Pam will step up and end her for me."
With a nod of his head, Gus Jr. agreed. "I can see the wisdom in your words. I do not like them, but..."
"Give me a few moments with Amber. She will come willingly and will be grateful to help."
The men exited quietly and Eric stood regarding his newest acquisition . "I am going to just about drain you," he smiled, "if you don't cooperate with me. And it will not be pleasant. I promise.
Now, let me explain a few things to you, Amber. We do not have the time for games. And I love a good mind game. I am Viking and I have been playing chess my entire life. So if you can think ten jumps ahead, good on you. But you are of the 21st century mind set. All about me! Me, me, me..." the final word ended in a hiss. "You proved that when you got the cure and are now not willing to give up your sister.
She did a good job mind fucking you. But she knew she could. She always has. You, you parents, the governor of Louisiana. Whoever she encounters. Mind fuck...because she has been doing it since she came smiling out of the womb.
Here is the game plan, as I see it. Sarah has gone from serving her god to being god. Vampires are not known to bow down and worship. But, some do have money and would be willing to pay her enough to live comfortably anywhere the world would accept her. I can hear her impassioned plea now, 'I can heal you, but only the select few and only for great deals of money.' Because she has learned from all of this that some vampires do have money."
"She's not like that," Amber began. "She really has changed. She found true spiritual well being."
"If that were true," Eric smiled, "then she would turn herself in and be willing to contribute to the cure of this pandemic that she paid to help create."
"She is afraid that she would be held accountable," Amber replied, the silver eating into her skin.
"Well, yes," Eric was non-pulsed. "I would hope so."
"See, her point exactly," Amber shot back.
"So, she wishes to go forward, with her past forgotten and the cause of the HepV forgotten, and she is to be seen as the savior as vampire?
She infected your lover, your mate," Eric said simply. "They did the same to my sister. I held Nora in my arms as she met the true death. She was loved as I hope you were loved."
On Amber's face there was the Madness of the Mind Fuck. The wavering back and forth. The wanting to believe that she was loved. Knowing she was used by those that she loved...and that she loved them still in hopes for any small crumb of what she wanted to be true tossed her way.
"Yes," Eric held up his hands in a grand sweeping gesture, "I can see it now, the freshest story line, plucked from the bowels of humanity, the newest Monday night mini-series. Sarah the Brave. The only person's blood in the world capable of saving an entire race of beings. Of course, she will contract to play, herself. And will find the ugliest person in the world to play your part.
She will write books, do interviews. Be welcomed into the loving arms of the public. Perhaps she will be a footnote in history. A Wiki page dedicated to her and only her.
And you can be what?" Eric's voice was thoughtful. "Her behind the scenes pimp? Finding for her a vampire rich enough for her to entertain?
Oh-h-h, I can tell by the look on your face that she did not use the word pimp. Perhaps manager? Bookkeeper? Confidante? Perhaps another shot at being sisters? After all, with Mommy and Daddy gone, you would no longer be competing with the little miss Dallas do-gooder. And you have had a life time of no matter what she did wrong, she was always smiling and telling your parents how much she loved them, how much she loved you. Crying and sobbing and asking to be forgiven so she could be forgiven and in her own mind, she could just continue to move forward doing as she wished and fucking with pleasure the consequences of her actions."
"It..." Amber stopped, her eyes seeing the truths Eric spoke.
"How is she going to explain you?" Eric smiled. "Will she acknowledge you? After all, she told the world you were dead.
O-h-h-h, of course," Eric patted her hand, "she is going to blame it all on Steve. Do you know he was infected, as well? That he was there as a lab rat for her to experiment on?
That she is leaving you as the lab rat to be experimented on."
"I promised her that I would not say anything," Amber replied through gritted teeth.
"Then let me tell you how this is going to play out," Eric smiled. "I am going to help myself to more of your blood. Then you are going to be a guest of the Gus Jr, who is the CEO of the True Blood Corp. And he is a man who misses his money and despite his Texas drawl and white hat, he is pissed the way an old Shogun would be.
You will be fed very well, and once production gets back up and running, perhaps you will be allowed to shop on line. But you are going nowhere. You will be their lab rat. And once Sarah is found, and I will find her, then I am paying Mr. Gus to keep the two of you next to each other in cells. Just think, a lifetime of Sarah right there in your ear. Re-living the good times surrounded in sisterly love. How she was always right and you were, of course, always wrong. About everything. You will recall a memory and she will say, 'Oh no', in that sickening sweet voice of hers, 'it happened like this.' And when you tell her how you lost your virginity or how you were turned, you won't get that right either."
Pam was doing her best not to snicker. Eric had a thousand years of experience dealing with those of the not-good-enough-persuasion. Human psychology...he had written several books. The Feeding of the Frail Human came to mind. It was still mandatory reading in all Psych 101 classes.
"I," Amber began, "I don't know where she is going. Just that she would be in touch. She was going to stay with a friend. A nice guy, she said. One that would hold to his word about hiding her for a couple of days and not...not mentioning to anyone that she was there. She said he could be trusted. She said that he could have killed her as she was leaving Louisiana, held a gun to her head, but he spared her so that she could carry on with her life's work."
"A name?" Eric asked.
"She called him Jason. That is all I know."
"I am going to remove the silver," Eric replied. "Then I am walking you out to the car. You will be silvered and escorted in. But you belong to Mr. Gus until Sarah is in custody.
Now, as promised," Eric picked up her wrist. "I won't drain you, but it is going to be close and it is going to hurt."
Eric and Pam stood and watched the cars drive off.
"Time to take our asses on home," Eric smiled at his child. "You feel up to going super-sonic?"
"Why," Pam smiled at him in return, "I do believe so.
We going to ground in Bon Temps and wait for the bitch to surface?"
"Fuck no, I paid for a cubby at Sookie's. We are sleeping there."
Bon Temps, well past sunrise...
"Auntie," Lafayette shook his head. "There goes your husband. A good, good man. You has waited and wailed your entire lifes for a good man. Yous listen to me...yous sure 'bouts this? Goin' on out to the place? Cause it coulds just get the uglies in a hurry."
"Lafayette, please, go with me. We both saw my baby diggin' in the dirt. Tara wants us there."
"Fuck and fall backwards in it, Aunite," his voice was desperate. "You know that is where it all started for Miss Ruby Jean," he pointed his finger at her. "Miss Thang...the stories she would tell..."
"Don't you tell me 'bout my sister," Lettie stood up taller. "She had the gift. She was bona fide with the gift. Momma said it passed to her and hers and not me mine."
"What the fuck do you know woman?" his voice had gone up an octave. "You and the bottles go way the fuck back. Some spirit decides to chat yous up, you'd just be thinkin' it was the spirit from the bottle."
"I am truths and hurts past that. And that's the past Lafayette," she wiped at her eyes. "My Tara is there. Please," she was crying.
"Right then. For the record keepin' bitches, into my ride we go. But we needs to be takin' us some shit. I gots holy water and salt and where is my good book?"
Lettie Mae looked at her nephew. "Really? This is the house where me and mine were raised. Not some den of Satan"
"Fuck yes Auntie," Lafayette said as he started filling his bag. "Den of Satan," he rolled his eyes. "What the fucks! But, this here family comes with a little somethin' somethin' extra special. And it has got to feeds.
Does not matter. That is just the law...like gravity...not just a good idea...but...the...law," he punched out each word. "Vampire. Raised up Voo-doo Queen or spirit that guards yous house or gives you yous bona fides. Cause the dead, they gotta eat. And you come around, lookin' for their shit...yous is gonna find somethin'."
"Eat?" Lettie stumbled over the word.
"It's all energy, Auntie. And energy has to be comin' from somewheres. And if you gets low and needs to be hittin' the other sides of the veils version of the Choke and Puke for a moon pie and a grape soda..." Lafayette raised his eyebrows at her.
"You mean, me? They'll feast on me?"
"M-m-m h-m-m-m. And my fine black ass as well. Now, I gots James to be thinkin' 'bouts. And I like thinkin' 'bouts him. So, we is goin' in armed."
"Okay," she nodded. "I'm here under the sink. I see the Epsom Salt..."
"Nope," he said glancing over and pulling out his rosary. "Needs the rock salt."
"You mean your ice cream makin'...?" she looked up at him.
"That would be the ones. Can make my frozen delight and wards off whatever is comin' our way at the same time. Likes and uses thangs that does done double yours pleasures and doubles yous fun."
"What if, Lafayette, what if we find somethin' awful?' she asked standing and walking towards him.
Shrugging he said, "The we'll stand tall and take it and keeps the faith. If that is not enough, then when dark falls, James will be theres to haul our asses out 'cause I am leavin' him a note and the GPS coordinates. He'll be checking his blood in me and mine in him and all is good."
"You believe that?" she asked him.
"Hell no," he answered. "Tara was on a cross with a big assed snake and speakin' a language my ears could not decipher. We is in some deep shit. Running through the woods...all dressed in white...like she is somebody's bride...fuck...better grab the shotgun as well. And the rock salt slugs. We just might be comin' between whoever she is runnin' from."
"I'll start prayin'" she replied.
"I would," he answered. "In just as many tongues as you know."