AN: Another all new adventure featuring the trio! Really hope you guys enjoy this one!
Happy Reading! Enjoy! :)
Chapter 1
SPOV
I send nods to my triplet cousins, having spotted our target amidst the rowdy bar crowd and my fists are already clenching in anticipation for the impending confrontation. Fucking Water Fae. As a member of the Sky Fae, I loathe the very sight of them. Our kind have been at war for centuries now, an inner power struggle of sorts that has inevitably evolved over the years and continues to this very day.
I don't believe anyone even remembers what started the initial war between us, but recently, the enduring confrontation has managed to seep from our home in Faery into the mortal realm. Breandan, the recently appointed leader of the Water Fae, has decreed that all fae-human hybrids be decimated on sight, claiming our kind has been tainted by the human population. Total and complete bullshit. Faeries as a whole would have been wiped out eons ago had it not been for our comingling among the human population and as a fae-human hybrid myself, this fight is personal.
"Lover," is purred against my ear then, effectively breaking me from my thoughts as a defeated sigh escapes me. Fuck. I should have known I wouldn't get through this night without running into him; this is his bar after all.
"Eric," I return somewhat tersely, turning to see the smirking face of the blonde haired, cobalt eyed Viking warrior made vampire.
"I knew you couldn't stay away," he remarks lowly, the sound of his intoxicating, gravelly voice managing to send a longing shiver through me even as I shake my head, having to silently remind myself I'm on a mission tonight. I take a deep breath, working to center myself before a practiced mask of indifference falls over my face.
"Please, it was one night. Get over yourself, Viking," I return coolly, seeing his smirk widen to a devious grin. He's then joined by his dark haired, emerald eyed Maker and I'm left gulping audibly, having to fight much harder than I'd care to admit to feign nonchalance at the breathtaking sight of the two beautiful creatures of the night.
"Ah, but I recall you quite enjoying our combined attentions not so very long ago, little one," Godric remarks lowly, his own wicked grin matching that of his blonde haired child. Dammit. I know he's right, but I'm busy here, besides, it was just sex. Okay, so it was admittedly, amazingly mind blowing sex, but just sex none the less; the two of them really need to get over themselves.
"Yeah, well, no fae can be held accountable for what happens during summer solstice," I return coolly, silently cheering as my voice is devoid of any lingering longing I may still hold for the two vampires before me.
"Oh, dearest Sookie, how you wound me," Eric returns teasingly, placing his hand over his proverbial broken heart to bring a smirk to my face. "So, if not to gain our attentions once more, what has brought you into my bar tonight?" he questions, succeeding in washing away my previous humor as I cast a dark gaze towards the Water Fae across the way.
"He's one of Breandan's?" Godric questions, to leave me granting him a look of surprise. "I've been around a long, long time, little one. Awareness of the ongoing war between the Sky and Water Fae is not a concept lost upon me." I nod my understanding, knowing just how small the supernatural world can seem, especially in our small neck of the Louisiana bayou.
"Yeah, he is," I indulge them, watching their expressions turn solemn.
"How can you tell?" Eric asks curiously, leaning against the bar beside me as I tap the side of my head in response. "Just from reading his thoughts?" he questions inquisitively.
"Yes and no," I answer back, trying to think of the best way to describe something as intangible as telepathy. "It's the way their thoughts appear, kind of like rippling waves where the Sky Fae's thoughts appear as a sort of rainbow hue," I explain, earning thoughtful nods in return.
"Are you in need of back up, little one?" Godric questions somberly, earning a small frown from me.
"I don't need your help. Either of you," I snap back a bit harshly, seeing them both look momentarily stricken before schooling their features once more. "Besides, my cousins are with me. We'll be just fine. This isn't your war, vampires."
"Sookie," Eric starts in apparent argument, earning a terse headshake from me as I hold up my hand before him.
"Don't. Just don't," is all I say in return, having been questioned about my ability to protect myself as a mostly human fae-hybrid too many fucking times to count. The two of them look as though they wish to argue the point further, but it's just then I notice my target heading towards the back of the bar with his oblivious prey in tow. "Gotta run, catch ya later!" I call back to the pair as I begin making my way after my sworn enemy.
The two of them appear tense as they watch me walk away, but once I'm sure they're not about to follow me, I'm left breathing out a small sigh of relief. I get it, I really do. I know my lifestyle isn't exactly life prolonging and as a mostly human fighting against supernatural species equipped with incredible speed and strength, I'm really out of my league in more ways than I'd care to think about. But I'm not a complete idiot, I've spent countless hours training, pushing my body to the absolute limits to prepare for this very thing. Besides, fighting is what I live for, hell, at this point it's practically as necessary as breathing.
"Yo," I hear Claude sound through my thoughts. "How are Fang One and Fang Two? Still hopelessly pining away?" he teases, bringing a smirk to my face as I send a middle finger in his general direction before hearing him laugh audibly.
"Shut the fuck up," I send back wordlessly, hearing Claudette and Claudine snickering along with their brother. "Let's do this already. I'm itching for a fight," I send to my cousins, practically feeling their own anxious energy thrumming through me as the four of us draw steadily closer to our prey.
"Shit. Looks like pretty boy's got friends," Claudette's voice sounds through my mind as I note our guy approaching a group of Water Fae at the outskirts of the lighted parking lot.
"Four on four; at least it's a fair fight," Claudine chimes in as I silently slip my iron blade from my wrist sheath, my heart racing in anticipation as a lethal grin curls upon my lips. The oblivious Water Fae begin circling the petrified fae-human hybrid just as the four of us silently creep up behind them.
"Well, well, well, looks like a party," Claudette sneers beside me, finally gaining our enemy's attention. Deep frowns settle over their collective faces as their target's fearful sniffling sounds out around us.
"Go on, get out of here," I encourage the teary eyed woman, earning an eager nod of her dark head before she's slipping past the group of hostile fae. One of Breandan's followers reaches out towards her and in an instant; I have my deadly blade pressed against his jugular. "Don't even fucking think about it," I hiss out, seeing his eyes widen subtly as the flesh of his throat reddens and begins hissing softly upon the lethal contact.
"Bitch," he spits out, finally giving up to allow the terrified woman's brusque escape.
"I do so love when you talk dirty," I purr back, pressing the gleaming blade more firmly against his throat. A malicious smile forms over my face, noting the crimson beads welling along my blade just as his breathing becomes erratic and his dark eyes shine up at me in fear.
"Go ahead, kill me, Princess," he spits out over the sound of the ongoing melee as my cousins take on the remaining members of his fae posse. "Breandan will have you in his clutches soon enough you filthy human hybrid," he gloats, bringing a hateful sneer to my face as my blood boils with rage.
"Fuck you," I spit out, just before drawing the blade across his throat. My indignant anger remains, thrumming steadily through me, even as I watch my enemy reduced to a pile of glittery ash over the asphalt.
"Fuck!" I hear being called out, glancing up in time to see the remaining Water Fae popping from sight. "Sneaky bastards," Claude grits out, before looking to me with a lopsided grin. "You care if we take this fight back to Faery, cuz?" he questions, his dark eyes sparkling in anticipation.
"Go on ahead," I reply with a light shrug, suddenly not feeling much like fighting. "I'll catch up with you guys later." I earn a round of nods before my kin are popping away after our enemy. Once alone, I let out a small sigh, absently kicking at the silvery pile at my feet. "Shit," I sigh out, the words of the recently deceased Water Fae echoing forebodingly through my mind.
Breandan. I know the leader of the Water Fae wants me; he's made as much clear, sending his fucking cronies after me time and time again to make this fight far more personal than it already is. The fucking bastard. I'll kill him, even if it's the last thing I ever do, this I can solemnly swear. That fucker's days are numbered; he just doesn't know it yet.
"Lover?" I hear being called softly behind me to leave me turning in time to see both Eric and Godric making their way across the poorly lit lot towards me.
"I'm just fine," I call back, turning to let them see my wholly unharmed form. "Though, this guy can't say the same," I add, kicking at the glimmering pile once more to bring matching grins to the vampires' faces.
"I would never be foolish enough to doubt your fighting abilities, little one," Godric assures me as his gorgeous emerald eyes twinkle under the dim lights of the parking lot. God, he really is beautiful, vampire or no; both he and his child, actually. I suppose that's how I ended up entwined with the two rather unlikely bed partners in the middle of the woods this past summer solstice. I have to physically shake my head in order to banish the vivid memories of the rather pleasurable evening before it has a chance of playing out through my mind…again.
"Yeah, yeah, so that's why you two are out here? To congratulate me, I suppose?" I shoot back, working to keep my voice even as I see matching smirks come to their faces.
"Of course, Lover," Eric answers back, his cobalt eyes twinkling with their ever present mischief. "We thought perhaps a bit of celebration may be in order," he adds with a saucy wink, leaving me snorting in amusement despite myself. Typical Eric.
"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly in the mood for celebrating," I answer back with a sigh, my anxiety over the Water Fae's threat welling within me once more. "Besides, my cousins took the fight to Faery. I should really see if they need my help," I add somewhat lamely, knowing full well the fight will be long over by the time I join up with them once more.
"Perhaps you would be amendable to the offer of a ride? We would gladly fly you to the portal, little one," Godric offers, earning a dismissive shrug in return as I just can't seem to succeed in rising above my rising malaise.
"That's alright. A nice, long walk sounds pretty good right about now, but thanks for the offer," I answer, sending him a weak smile. He returns the gesture, looking as though he wants to say more before Eric places his pale hand upon his Maker's shoulder.
"Enjoy your walk, Lover," Eric offers softly, apparently comprehending my current, gloomy mood. "And don't be a stranger. Excitement seems to follow you wherever you go and I rather relish that fact, to be perfectly honest," he tells me, earning an eye roll from me as I shake my head at the amused Viking vampire.
"That's me, Trouble Magnet Extraordinaire," I return somewhat sardonically, sending the two of them a dismissive wave before spinning on my heel to begin the long walk home. I take a deep breath of the cool, night bayou air, hoping this bit of exercise will do me some good.
My mind is swirling with Breandan's follower's threat, wondering just what lengths the leader will go to in the hopes of apprehending me. I suppose I should be a bit more fearful, knowing such a powerful enemy has set his sights on me personally, but like I mentioned before, I'm looking forward to an actual, face to face confrontation with the slimy bastard. He and I have some rather personal matters in need of… resolution… and by resolution, I of course mean of the bloody, violent variety.
"My, my, my," I hear an unfamiliar, gravelly voice sound out beside me, instantly putting me on guard as I turn my head to come face to face with yet another of Breandan's followers. Fucking hell, this is so not my night. "Don't you know just how dangerous these woods can be for a poor defenseless human hybrid such as yourself?" the blonde haired Water Fae sneers, bringing a grimace to my face as the hilt of my iron dagger slips easily into my hand once more.
"I already sent one of your little friends to the Summerlands tonight," I throw back smugly. "Are you really so eager to join him?" I question mockingly, seeing my adversary remain utterly unfazed by my threat.
"I believe it will be you joining my fallen comrade this night, Princess," he throws back in utter confidence. "That is, if you're even fae enough to enter said afterlife," he adds, effectively sending another wave of boiling anger through me.
"You seriously picked the wrong fucking night, asshole," I grit out, white knuckling my dagger as my jaw ticks in ire. He still seems unfazed, even as I step closer and I can practically taste his impending death on my tongue as loud popping sounds out around us. Fuck!
My heart is racing as I glance around at the sneering faces suddenly surrounding me. Great, just fucking great; a trap set up just for little ol' me. Dammit! I should have hitched a ride with my cousins or at least taken up the vampires on their offer of flight. Now I'm trapped; a human hybrid left entirely alone and utterly surrounded by full blooded fae warriors. This is seriously not my fucking night!
"Alright, assholes," I sigh out, taking up a fighting stance amidst them, once more cursing my inability to successfully pop away. "You've got me where you want me, but I'm not about to go down without a fight," I enlighten them, drawing a second dagger from my thigh sheath. Low, sinister laughter sounds out as my enemy slowly encroaches upon me and all I can do in this perilous moment is silently vow to take just as many of them out with me as I possibly can.
AN: So, I've been questioned about this before so I thought I'd explain I write under the assumption full blooded fae are capable of suppressing their scent around vampires and as Sook is mostly human, her own scent, though appealing, is not overwhelming...Hope this helps!
If you ever have any questions, please feel free to PM me! :)