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Chapter 1

SPOV

"Charmed, Inc., Amelia Broadway speaking," my witchy roommate answers our company phone cheerily, leaning back in her office chair as I raise a brow at her, wondering who could be calling this time. Amelia rolls her eyes then and I read from her thoughts it's Maxine Fortenberry…again. "Yes, Mrs. Fortenberry, I can certainly do that, but you'll still have to pay full price," I hear Amelia explaining as I step outside with a small snort. Poor Ames, she's on her own with this one.

I shut the front door softly, hearing the ongoing argument about the supply and demand of popular beauty charms and potions. I reach up to straighten the sign reading 'Charms, Inc.' that permanently hangs on the side of my late grandmother's recently updated farmhouse with a fond smile.

My friend Amelia, a natural born witch, and I have been in business together for almost exactly one year now and things are going really well for the two of us. And no, I wasn't born a witch like my friend, who sells her magical concoctions mostly consisting of love spells and beauty charms to the surrounding community of humans and supernaturals alike, earning her a bit of a reputation as the 'Magical Mary Kay,' a silly nickname that she actually seems pretty proud of, but I suppose she's rightly earned it.

No, I'm not a witch and am unfortunately, not magically inclined in any way, my talents actually lie elsewhere. Thanks to certain supernatural branches in my family tree, I was born telepathic. It's a bit of a long story really, but basically, I'm part fey, an eighth if you want to be specific, something I found out as a preteen when my faery grandfather showed up to inform me as such. Talk about a shock to the system!

He then introduced me to the demon lawyer, Desmond Catalaides, an old friend of the family, who granted any members of our line born with the 'essential spark of the fey' the gift of demon telepathy. Guess who that lucky person was? Yup, that would be me, the one and only, Sookie Stackhouse, lucky me.

Surprisingly enough, I was actually thrilled to meet the kindly demonic lawyer as he taught me how to properly use my telepathy, something that had caused a bit of trouble for me as a youngster. Being a fragile, naive child and having to hear everyone's personal, inner most secrets nonstop is really not a pleasant way to live, so learning to control my gift was immensely important for me and succeeded in changing my life for the better.

Desmond also educated me on the supernatural world, enlightening me to all the creatures that go bump in the night, which again, very important to know, especially considering I live in the small town of Bon Temps, Louisiana, not so very far from New Orleans, the supernatural capital of the world.

Amelia finally hangs up the phone then, bringing me from my thoughts as I hear her let out a loud sigh and I step back inside to see her rolling her eyes, bringing a knowing smirk to my face.

"That woman, I swear," she whines, shaking her head as I snicker lightly. "I'm half tempted to switch her complexion cream to bunion balm," she adds as I raise a brow at her.

"Now, that just sounds like a bad business decision, Ames," I tease as she grins up at me.

"True enough, I guess I'll just have to deal, but that doesn't mean I have to be nice," she states with a wicked smirk, making me giggle at my magically inclined friend. "You know it was almost a year ago to the day that your grandfather gifted us that startup money to start this little venture," she muses as I nod at her.

"I was just thinking about that actually," I inform her. "Kinda miss the old guy," I admit with a small sigh. The money to start this place was a parting gift from my fey relatives before they all shut themselves off in Faery, a realm separate from Earth. My fey grandfather was more than happy to help me start my own business, but I was truly sad to see him go.

"At least they kept the news of their departure under the radar, being the known granddaughter of the faery prince gives you, like, mad street cred, roomie," she adds as I nod my agreement, thankful to have that backup threat at the ready in this rather dangerous world of supernaturals, it may be nothing but smoke and mirrors, but no one else needs to know that.

"Yeah, thank God for that," I agree wholeheartedly, plopping down to my desk and looking over my schedule for the night with a small sneer. Great.

"What is it?" Amelia questions, walking over to sit on the edge of my desk as I look up to her with a small frown.

"I'm due for a meeting at Fangtasia tonight," I inform her with a loud sigh. "Ugh, I really don't feel like dealing with Eric right now," I groan out as Amelia snickers, her chocolate eyes shining in amusement. "I do not have a crush on him!" I exclaim, reading her thoughts as she bursts out into bubbling laughter.

"I think the lady doth protest too much," Amelia shoots back as I roll my eyes at her. I love her, I really do, but she really knows how to push my buttons.

"I can admit that he's attractive," I muse, thinking back to our first meeting. Amelia lifts a challenging brow at me and I let out a sigh. "Okay, the man is freaking gorgeous," I admit as my roomie's grin widens. "But he's also an egotistical prick," I add irritably as she shrugs dismissively.

"Wouldn't stop me from jumping his sexy bones," she admits as I roll my eyes at her. "Well, you know, if I wasn't currently sleeping with his sexy vampire child," she adds with a devious smirk. That, Amelia. "What does he need from you this time anyway? Did more money come up missing from the bar or something?"

Just over a month ago, I got a call from the Area 5 Sheriff inquiring my services in helping to uncover a thief who had stolen thousands of dollars from his bar. I was quickly able to discern the thief was a vampire and was able to subtly inform Eric it was in fact his own bartender stealing from him. The situation was taken care of easily enough, but I certainly left the bar that night with a rather poor first impression burnt into my mind about the domineering, vampire sheriff who is a well-known womanizer and just as conceded as they come.

"No, at least I don't think so," I muse thoughtfully. "He didn't say much in the message, but he sounded a bit…off," I admit, recalling the surprising melancholy that had seeped into his normally commanding voice on my voicemail. "Did Pam say anything to you about what's going on with him?" I question as Amelia shakes her head lightly, a small frown forming on her face.

"No, but now that you mention it, she's seemed a bit off herself lately," she admits as we share a small frown. "She planning on giving you a ride again?" she questions as I nod to her.

"Eric insisted as much," I say with another eye roll. That high handed vampire, ugh. "I guess I should probably get ready," I say, looking at the clock with a sigh before standing up head up to my bedroom. I soon find myself contemplating way too hard on what outfit to wear and a scowl forms on my lips recalling my roommate's teasing words.

I do not have a freaking crush on Eric Northman! I don't!

EPOV

I rise for the evening and immediately probe the bond I share with my Maker, finding it still blocked off. Fucking hell. Just what the hell is going on with Godric? Why is he shutting me off like this? I can't help the feelings of unease currently washing over me as I recall the rising feelings of melancholy flowing from him just before I was shut off from him completely.

"Still can't feel him, Master?" Pam questions softly as she sits up in her pink coffin sitting across from my own in the basement of the bar with a small frown etched upon her face.

"No," I admit with an unnecessary sigh, standing from my own, black coffin before stretching out my stiff limbs. "I didn't want to believe what Isabelle had told me about the Fellowship getting ahold of him, but I fear she may be correct in her assessment," I admit as Pam's frown deepens.

The last thing I want to do is deal with the Bible-banging cunts of the Fellowship, but I fear I may have no other fucking choice. If they truly managed to attain my Maker, I will not hesitate to do whatever it takes to get him back, including inflicting violent, bloody bodily harm to his abductors.

"What are you gonna do?" she questions as I feel her fear spiking through the bond we share. I know she fears for my safety as her Maker, just as I fear for my own Maker's safety and I reach out to her, running my hand through her golden locks soothingly, earning me a small smile as her anxiety lessens slightly through the bond.

"I'm going to Dallas, my child. I'll do whatever it takes to find him and hopefully I'll be able to convince him to come back home for a time," I inform her determinedly as she nods lightly.

"Are you going alone?" she questions as I shake my head.

"I've called the blonde telepath, inquiring her unique services as I'm sure they'll be greatly beneficial," I inform my child as her characteristic smirk pulls at her blood red lips.

"Ah," she says as I feel her mirth rising through the bond. I raise a questioning brow at her and she shakes her head at me, rolling her eyes.

"What?" I demand of her as she begins chuckling lightly, her blue eyes sparkling in amusement in what I can only assume is at my own expense.

"Tell me, did you really inquire Sookie's help for only Godric's benefit or could this possibly have something to do with the little crush you've developed on the pretty, blonde telepath who smells like fucking sunshine," she teases as a deep scowl forms on my face.

"Never in my one thousand years have I ever had a crush on anyone, the very idea of such is fucking ludicrous," I spit out as my insolent child rolls her eyes once more, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly as she raises a challenging brow at me.

"Whatever, keep lying to yourself, just don't forget, I can feel what you feel, Master," she challenges as I roll my eyes at her. I may very well want to fuck and perhaps even possess the captivating telepath, but I most certainly do not have some pathetic fucking schoolboy crush on said woman.

"I can admit I find Ms. Stackhouse to be a bit…intriguing," I admit rather reluctantly. "But she's also an infuriatingly stubborn woman and besides that, she's part fey. I don't need that fucking headache," I argue, recalling how she obstinately insisted I turn any guilty humans over to the human authorities instead of giving them the just punishments they truly deserve, lest she refuse to work for me entirely. The very audacity of her.

"Yes, because you know nothing of stubbornness," Pam says with another eye roll as my fists clench in anger, even knowing I can't rightly argue with her. "Admit it, you only find her so infuriating because she's the first woman to turn you down in centuries," she throws out as my jaw tick in irritation. "I'm right, aren't I?" she asks with a smug grin.

"Remind me again why I turned you," I retort curtly as she grins widely.

"Because you evidently have a thing for stubborn, blue-eyed blondes, Master," she throws back as a slight smirk pulls at my lips.

"Such a bitch," I quip back, shaking my head at her as a warm smile lights up her face, making her blue eyes shine with affection.

"But you still love me?" she questions playfully as a fond smile stretches over my face.

"Always," I assure her, pulling her closer, wrapping her in my arms before placing a soft kiss to the crown of her head whilst sending her my love through the bond as she returns the sentiment.

"Do you think you'll really be able to save Godric, Eric?" she questions softly, slight anxiety sounding in her words as I feel her unease flowing between us.

"I truly hope so, my child, I will do whatever it takes to bring him back to us," I assure her, sending Odin a prayer for my Maker's safety until I can reach him. "Now, a certain blonde telepath is waiting for a ride, my child. I suggest you escort her here so we can proceed with our rescue plans," I inquire as she nods, smirking once more before speeding off for the evening's chauffeur duties.

I proceed up to my office, checking my hair in the mirror as my child's teasing words float through my mind. A deep scowl forms then as I shake my head, heading to my desk and plopping down to my office chair.

I do not have a fucking crush on Sookie Stackhouse.

AN:I know...A LOT of background info in this chapter as I am setting up a totally different scenariofor this story, if anything is confusing, please don't hesitate to ask any questions you have!

Also, I cannot promise I will be able to update every other day as this is still a WIP, but know I will do my very best to keep my updates just as frequent as possible!