When you have 1000 years of resourcefulness at your command and loyal underlings there are many opportunities. I have dozens of very legitimate businesses but there is some very easy money in criminal activities. I am the vampire king in this state and very little occurs, legal or otherwise, without my knowledge. I spend a lot of time at my bar Fangtasia in Shreveport. It is a beacon to the blood-bags and a place for a vampire to pick up a quick bite of food and a plethora of information. I am currently here waiting on a little bit of information myself. There were rumblings a few months ago that the fae were at war again. If my other information had been correct the last royal prince had closed the portals and was busy fighting his greatest enemy, Breadon of the water fae. Normally I would not give a shit about what the faeries were doing, however, this situation got interesting. Niall, the last royal prince, was neither my enemy nor my friend. We had done business in the past and our arrangements were always mutually beneficial. I heard through a little birdie that Niall was furiously fighting off his enemies but he had become distracted since his granddaughter had gone missing. Rumor has it that Niall believes Breadon is responsible for her disappearance. Being distracted during war time could cost you your life. It says a great deal about this woman to split the attention of a 6000 year old fairy. I am not sure what has me so intrigued with these events but I am sure the more I know about it the more I can gain from it.
The evening had only just begun when I saw Clancy walk into my bar. He really was a worthless vampire but he was rather adept at following my directives and discovering sketchier information. He approached my booth and sat across from me. "Majesty" he said with a deep bow of his head. "I have the information you requested." I nodded for him to continue. "There has been fairy activity in Monroe and Bon Temps. I have encountered several scents. The strongest comes from a large old farm in Bon Temps. I have seen no one outside this house. The residents stay inside at night. It seems at least one fairy resides there but again, I do not have visual confirmation. Also, were you aware that William Compton of Mississippi is currently residing on the farm right next to this house in Bon Temps? I found it interesting, I wasn't aware he had returned to this area." Clancy cocked his head to the side knowing he had done well.
"Clancy, you have done excellent. Consider this time served. You are not required to put in any hours for one month at Fangtasia or any other royal businesses." He beamed, as I knew he would. Clancy above all else liked to be left alone. Although, most considered a few hours at the bar or other business a pittance to pay; many monarchs charged ridiculous amounts to reside in their states. I found the services that my vampires were capable of rendering more valuable then any monetary tribute they could pay. Besides with vampires working for me then vampires preferred to do business with me over humans. A win-win really.
I decide to make a trip to Bon Temps. Even if I do not locate the girl, maybe I will find a fairy to snack on.
I take my time enjoying my flight. I am surprised to find that I did not need to follow the directions Clancy had given me. I headed in the general direction and found myself unconsciously drawn to the right home. Clancy was not exaggerating. This place reeked of fairies. How had no one else noticed?
I decide not to beat around the bush, I knock on the front door. I hear the heart rate of one breather accelerate. I knock more vigorously. "My name is Eric Northman. I have come seeking information."
Slowly, the front door in unlocked and creeps open. Standing there is the daintiest, sweetest morsel I have ever seen. She keeps part of herself hidden behind the door with only part of her face and body peeking out from the door. She blinks her wide pretty eyes at me. "How can I help you Mr. Northman?" My cock twitches at her sweet voice.
"Would you mind inviting me in or would you join me in sitting on this swing?" she considers my question for a few moments.
"Alright." She slips from behind the door to reveal the rest of her tiny gorgeous self. She is wearing a little spaghetti strap dress in a soft sea blue that does amazing things for her bright eyes. She steps barefoot onto the porch and pads over to the swing and seats herself before looking at me again. I take this as an invitation and seat myself next to her.
"As I said, I am Eric Northman. I am a king in the supernatural world. I do not know what you know about my world but I suspect you know enough. My sources tell me that Prince Niall is missing someone very dear to him, I believe that person is you."
"Why would it matter to you if it is me?" she asks keeping eye contact.
"In my position and in my business dealings, knowledge is power."
"What would you use the knowledge for?" she asks nervously.
"I suppose it would depend on the specific bit of knowledge." She is looking at her lap and twisting her fingers. Her smell is delicious. She is fae but I think she may be a virgin as well, and something else.
"Well.."
"Why don't you start by telling me why a member of the royal family is slumming it in Louisiana without chaperones or bodyguards?" she fidgets even more.
"I was worried about my grandfather. He is fighting a war right now and his enemies have used me against him. It hurt to feel like I was his weakness, like I was the cause of him losing ground in the war and respect from his advisors. I felt my presence was dishonoring to him. I know that he loves me but I did not want to keep watching him be hurt over me."
I never in a million years expected such an answer. This was a young girl that was pure of body and heart, a rare treasure. "You thought to stay here and remain safe? My dear girl, your grandfather's enemies swarm around you as well as enemies you have never even faced. It is not safe for you unprotected."
"Well if I die, I die. I cannot continue to put those I love at risk. He knows I left but it is better for our enemies to think someone else has me and that he is weak when he is not, this is part of my plan. This just has to work."
"Why do your grandfather's enemies desire you?"
She grew two shades paler and began stuttering. "I can do things that the other fairies can't. Breadon thinks that if he has me he will win the war."
"What kinds of things can you do?"
"Look, I do not even know you. How do I know you are not my enemy?"
"You don't." and I snatched her up. I am not sure what compelled me to whisk her away but I sensed Compton approaching and I did not wish for him to even lay his filthy eyes on her.
I imagine she would be screaming if she weren't in shock. It only took a few minutes to land at one of my many residences. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and her body was pushed close to mine. I did not remove my arms from around her waist when we landed. I strode into the house with the fairy still attached to me. I would like to keep her close to me. I am concerned by my instincts with this girl. She is petite and pretty; easily swallowed by my imposing build. She is soft and warm, and she fits and feels good against me. I take her directly to my lair. She will be safe there with me and I will have the benefit of her company. When we descended the stairs to my light-tight area she spoke for the first time since we left her house. "Where are you taking me, what are you doing?"
"I have decided that you will stay with me."