Hullo again folks, this is the sequel that I promised everyone for Retaliation. Now I will warn you all straight away there will be much more violence and many more lemons in this story. There will also be flashbacks.
Any new readers, I recommend you read Retaliation first so you have an idea about what's going on in this story.
Finally I wish to send out a special thanks to a very good friend of mine, . She helped me a great deal with refining my plans for Retaliation and has helped out with Closure as well. I also recommend her story Death's Halo, tis a very good story guys. Thanks Jess :D
Any way first chapter to Closure...enjoy!
"Whichever way we look at this, the result is the same." Eric leaned back in his chair, lazily as Isabelle spoke to the gathered sheriffs and monarchs. "Mississippi cannot remain under the rule of Ethan for much longer. Without an established monarch, the Kingdom will fall into chaos, Ethan told us himself, his rule was temporary until we could find another to take Edgington's place." The other monarchs all began talking amongst themselves as Eric turned his eyes to Sophie who was sitting quietly.
Seven months had passed since Russell's trial and execution. Life had been unusually steady, the Fellowship had all but fizzled out since Newlin's arrest and crimes against vampires were at an all time low. Politically, the vampire society was stable with their relations with the humans now secure once again. Also, Sophie-Anne had begun to rule her domain wisely and justly, without resorting to underhanded tactics or means to secure her power and financial support. As a result, Louisiana was now the most powerful of the vampire Kingdoms in America and now, Sophie-Anne had a prestigious claim to Mississippi as Ethan, and by extension the Ancient Pythoness, now openly backed her and her claims to the Mississippi throne.
Eric's life had been consistent as his role as Sheriff did little to negatively impact his relationship with Sookie. They had been able to work around their respective work hours and spend almost every night together. Merlotte had offered a heartfelt apology to Sookie for his actions and she had forgiven him. Though he had told her he was against the idea, she had, reluctantly, started working for Sam again, though was working less hours now since she had began using her telepathy for Eric at Fangtasia.
Their already intense sexual relationship had only grown since the trial and Eric was currently suffering what Pam and Jessica had teasingly dubbed 'Sookie withdrawal." They had not seen each other recently due to vampire politics, and if the bond was anything to go by, Sookie was feeling the effects as much as he was. Eric turned his eyes from his Queen to his progeny and her lover, who were sitting calmly watching the proceedings
Pam and Jessica's relationship had only deepened since they had bonded and they were now living together at Pam's home. They both had some trouble adjusting to their new bond, Pam especially and it had led to a couple of heated arguments. But they had worked through these quite quickly with help from Sookie and Eric. Jessica now had a full time job at Fangtasia as a bar worker and occasional bouncer. Most customers knew better than to mess with either her or Pam.
Jessica was proving herself as a powerful vampire under Ethan's guidance. She had become much stronger, both physically and mentally. Her already uniquely potent glamour had only become stronger with Ethan's training as she could influence more than one person at a time and had even succeeded in glamouring a Were once. Her time spent with Ethan, Selina, Eric and Pam had hardened her and she had grown into her role as a vampire, something Ethan was especially proud of. She had taken quite a bit of inspiration from Pam and become something of the Ice Princess the Fangtasia.
As long as Pam was around, the title of Ice Queen belonged to her. Smirking at the thought, Eric turned his attention back the conversation at hand.
"Then we are at the same impasse we have been for the past few months." Another unknown Sheriff answered, briskly, his voice harsh. "All we need to do is decide who has the greatest claim to the throne." Felipe De Castro, the King of Nevada, pointed out, leaning back and crossing his legs. Out of the monarchs he was one of the oldest, being two hundred years older than Sophie but he was one of the least ambitious and was very content with the territory he had acquired. He didn't really desire Mississippi's throne, he was attending as a courtesy to the other monarchs. In truth, he was simply here to support his ally, Sophie-Anne.
"Well, I say we put the matter to a vote." Peter Threadgill offered. Eric snorted as Bartlette Crowe chuckled.
"And who is in the charge of the voting? You?" The King of Indiana asked incredulously.
"I was not suggesting that."
"Please…" De Castro snorted, earning a glare from the younger king. "You've wanted Mississippi ever since you heard of Edgington's death. But maybe you should focus on your own kingdom before trying to rule another. I hear Arkansas is suffering financially." Threadgill growled at him, standing up.
"I would watch your words if I were you…"
"Watch your own." A tall and muscular man emerged from the shadows behind De Castro's seat. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and red tie. He was bald, though this didn't make him unattractive, as he was quite handsome. The most striking feature he possessed however, was his bright purple eyes as he started dangerously at Threadgill. Eric chuckled as Threadgill spluttered.
"John Quinn the Weretiger, glad you could join us." He stated, looking at the Were with respect. Quinn was one of the last Weretigers and was, by all means, the most powerful. He could quite easily kill Threadgill in battle and was considered to be Nevada's trump card due to his great strength and fighting prowess. Originally indebted to De Castro, his debt had since been paid and he was now serving as the Spaniard's personal bodyguard.
"Northman, always a pleasure." Quinn replied, not taking his eyes of Peter. Threadgill sat down, slowly and the tiger relaxed his stance as De Castro gazed calmly at the remaining monarchs and Sheriffs.
"I think we should consider Sophie-Anne for the throne." De Castro offered; there were a couple of murmurs of agreement as Threadgill scoffed.
"Why? Because she was in a fake marriage?" he sneered.
"Because most of us here believe that she has the strongest claim." Crowe retorted. "Not only that, Ethan the current Regent of Mississippi also supports her claim." Sophie's face remained neutral as they argued. "Let us leave the decision to the Ancient Pythoness. For now, Sophie should assume control." He stood up, raising his hand. "All in favour?" Every hand in the room, save Threadgill, rose. "Well, that is unanimous.
"This is foolish!" Threadgill spat.
"It is our verdict." Crowe retorted. "This meeting is adjourned." All monarchs rose and began to depart from the room, Threadgill throwing a hateful scowl at the Louisiana regime. De Castro and Quinn approached Sophie-Anne and Eric, as Pam and Jessica joined them.
"What a pain." De Castro sighed, folding his arms as he watched the other Kings and Queens exit the conference. "I'm not entirely sure what was accomplished here. If Nan had no intention of attending, why did she bother calling for a meeting?" Eric slid his hands into his pockets as Sophie shook her head.
"I don't know. She has withdrawn from the political game for the time being, she only ever makes television appearances these days." She answered. Quinn and Eric looked at each other, both in thought.
"Do you suppose she's simply realised how little power she actually holds since Ethan's re-emerged?" Quinn asked.
"No." All eyes turned to the Viking, who seemed to be thinking. As was his nature, the cunning Eric was already thinking ahead. "She's pulled out of the public's eyes for one reason. She's up to something."
"She knows she can't act with the Authority's permission." Pam stated as the group of them began to exit the room. "And even then, the Authority answer to the Ancient Pythoness and, by extension, Ethan. And neither of them have expressed much admiration for our representative." Nan's actions in Texas regarding Godric had made her quite unpopular with other Sheriffs or vampires in positions of power. Godric had been highly respected as a both powerful vampire and potential king. His demotion and subsequent meeting of the sun had been blamed entirely on Nan. Furthermore, her inability to cover up the political shit storm Russell's televised killing had stirred up had diminished her position even further.
On the other hand, Ethan and Selina were starting to make more public appearances. The interviews with the two oldest living vampires had been some of the highest viewed segments in recent weeks and their honest approach to the questions posed had been quite useful in boosting vampire popularity due to "integrity" they had showed. They also exposed Steve Newlin's insanity and maliciousness, such as the people he was known to shelter and his plans to kidnap Sookie, though she wasn't named. And as such, Flanagan's reputation took a further hit.
"She is pulling away to bide her time." Eric continued as they walked down the corridor. Sophie and De Castro listened intently as Pam, Jessica and Quinn walked silently behind them. "She is up to something, there is no other explanation."
"We should make sure that we are prepared for whatever it is then." De Castro mused, thoughtfully. Sophie nodded to her Sheriff as whilst she pondered on the situation. "You must be careful, my dear." She turned her gaze to the Spaniard who was watching her calmly. "Your place on Mississippi's throne is not yet secure. Until the Ancient Pythoness makes her decision, your rule is temporary." She nodded once.
"I know, Eric and I have prepared for this…"
"Have you now?" She rolled her eyes as Quinn stepped forward, beside De Castro as Threadgill approached. "Pray tell what you are preparing for Sophie-Anne." He drawled, coming to a stop and eyeing the queen with loathing. Neither monarch liked each other, especially since Sophie had rejected Threadgill's marriage proposal to unite their Kingdoms. Humiliated, he had become one of her most vocal opponents. "A take over perhaps?" He enquired, seeking to goad her.
"Threadgill, what do you want now?" Sophie-Anne asked, annoyed. Peter Threadgill was the King of Arkansas and was well known for his extravagant lifestyle and his flamboyance. Underneath all of this, he had great ambition to rule most of the vampire states. However, he lacked both the influence and political power due to his lack of political skill and leadership ability. Other vampires, such as Sandy Sechrest, a lieutenant of De Castro, were considered far more capable than him.
"Well, I would like to know exactly how you think you have any claim on Edgington's kingdom?" Her eyes narrowed at him. She was older than Threadgill, since he only became king of Arkansas due to Ethan not wanting to rule any kingdoms. As a result of a lack of willing older vampires, some of the younger ones had been risen up to the thrones they now occupied. Unlike many of the others however, Sophie-Anne had an experienced and very well respected Sheriff to learn from. Eric, lacking any desire to rule himself, had taken her under his wing and taught her to be a good, fair but firm leader. The Viking, Pam and Jessica moved to flank their queen.
"I was married to the bastard, so I think I have more claim than you do…" Sophie drawled at the king. He growled as she smiled. "Even if the marriage was a sham, I have more of a claim to that kingdom than anyone else who was in that conference."
"The fact you admit the marriage was sham, shows that little claim of yours is invalid." Eric growled.
"Stand down, Threadgill." He ordered. Eric was the oldest vampire in the corridor and thus the authority. "I think you should listen to my queen. You have no business here, the meeting is done." Threadgill glared at him.
"Watch your tongue, Sheriff. I am a King."
"And I am your elder, as is Sophie-Anne. Know your place." The Viking answered, his fangs sliding down, slowly and threateningly.
"She has no claim on Mississippi, her marriage was never recognised by the Authority…"
"But the Ancient Pythoness has recognised it now, and so her claim is the most legitimate." De Castro retorted. He was losing patience with Threadgill's antics, though noted the younger vampire's ambition made him dangerous. "Eric told you once and I will tell you again, stand down."
"Oh and you think that I am afraid of you? Or perhaps you believe I'm afraid of the Viking, his progeny," Pam quirked a brow, her hands flexing, "and the baby vampire she's taken as her pet?" Jessica just gazed at him coldly. "Please…"
"Considering Eric as well as his and her majesties are both older than you," Jessica stated, her gaze icy and her tone emotionless, just as her maker had taught her, "I'm thinking you should be."
"You have so much to learn, little one." Threadgill sneered. She just continued to stare him down. "You are in the presence of your elder and superior, so learn your place you pathetic Southern sow!"
"A sow?" Threadgill froze, his eyes wide and an evil grin spread across Jessica's face as an all too familiar, husky and slightly British tone emerged from the shadows.
From the darkness, the intimidating visage of Ethan emerged, his hands in his pockets. He was dressed in all black, with leather boots, dress trousers, a button up shirt with a tie and long trench coat with black leather gloves to finish the outfit off. His black hair was messily attractive as always and his incredibly handsome visage emanated with a dark and lethal charm along with a dangerous smirk. He was standing sideways on, only his eyes staring in the direction of Threadgill and their emerald depths were glinting dangerously. Jessica was still grinning as her beloved Maker spoke again.
"No wonder you rose to power as quickly as you did, such strong language." Ethan drawled; his eyes still the only things showing he was even paying attention to Peter. "Just over three hundred years and you still believe you're entitled to everything in the vampire world." He scoffed, finally turning to face them fully and making his way forward. "The only reason you were given Arkansas in the first place was because no-one else wanted it."
"The famous Ethan, childe of her lady, the Ancient Pythoness." Threadgill said, his voice shaking. Jessica and Pam smirked at each other. They could smell his fear. Eric's fangs ran back in as he and Sophie-Anne both wore blank and expressionless mask on their face. The king bowed, hand on his chest. "I don't believe we've had the privilege of being introduced. I am Peter Threadgill." Ethan moved forward, hands still in his pockets and eyes still gleaming as he came up to Jessica's right side, just behind her.
"A pleasure to meet you, Mr Threadgill." He answered, the sarcasm obvious in his tone. His voice then turned thoroughly frightening. "And now, I think I shall have to say goodbye." Threadgill stepped back as Ethan put his hand on Jessica's shoulder. "What nerve. You dare call my daughter a sow." He grinned evilly as Jessica still gazed at Threadgill, a bright and innocently wicked girlish smile on her face, "I don't think my wife and I can allow you to leave here alive." Threadgill gasped as he felt a presence behind him and he whipped around to take in the peerlessly beautiful form of Selina.
She was gazing at him, menacingly, contrasting her gorgeous and enthralling appearance. Dressed in a tight and seductive purple dress that had a drooping neckline that exposed her cleavage and showing off some of the alluring sweetness of her ample breasts. Her smooth, luscious legs were left bare through the slit on her dress, amplified by the black high heels she was wearing. Her waist length black hair was tied up in a long ponytail and her deep, chocolate brown eyes glowed menacingly as she hissed, the sound both enchanting and threatening.
"You miserable fool." She sneered, her fangs running out. "You have the gall to insult my sweet, little Jessica? I'm afraid I may have to rip your tongue from your mouth…" Peter Threadgill gulped, noticeably. With Russell dead, Selina was now the second oldest vampire in the new world, after Ethan and the Ancient Pythoness. And so, he was currently caught between the two most powerful vampires in the world. He looked around at them both, and Ethan's grin widened to a Cheshire cat grin. His fangs were not down, but the intent was there in his eyes. He wanted Threadgill to pay for insulting his young progeny.
"I suggest you either start talking, or start running." He drawled, lethally. "I will need to build up an appetite." Threadgill spluttered and began stammering.
"I…please, forgive my impotence, I…meant no offence. I merely wished s-she would show proper respect to…her elder…" Selina came up behind him.
"She shows respect to those who deserve it. Clearly, you do not." She sneered at him, growling in warning. "Leave now, fool, before I have your tongue as my new doorstop." Threadgill nodded, bowing quickly before fleeing with his tail between his legs.
Jessica giggled, leaning her head on her maker's shoulder as he chuckled dryly.
"Coward." He muttered, before planting a light kiss on Jessica's head. "Hello, Jessica." She grinned up at him as she pulled back.
"Hi." She answered before raising a brow. "If you were here, why weren't you in the conference?" he shrugged, hands back in his pockets
"It was a waste of my time." She giggled again, turning to greet Selina, who placed a kiss on either cheek before looking her over with approval.
"Be that as it may, my lord." He turned to look at De Castro who had folded his arms once more. "Your presence would have been preferable to the childish bickering we had to endure." Sophie nodded in agreement as Quinn snickered.
"Perhaps. But it matters little now, everyone knows my opinion on the matter." He looked at the Queen, who bowed her head. "Sophie should and will be given Mississippi, it is only a matter of time until my Maker makes it so." Sophie looked up at him.
"I'm honoured by your confidence, my lord." He nodded before turning to Eric.
"The house has already been made ready for you." Eric stated before he could speak. "I assumed you would be here as preparation for your trip to my area." Ethan chuckled as Selina walked over and laced her fingers over her husband's shoulder, smirking.
"Always prepared, eh Eric?" she teased. He shrugged, lazily.
"In most situations." She sniggered as Sophie began to walk again, bidding farewell to De Castro and Quinn. Taking time to give a respectful nod to the weretiger Eric was quick to follow as the group headed for the private jet to take them back to Louisiana.
But it was just before they landed, just as the jet descended onto the runway, that chaos ensued
Eric, who had just got off the phone from Sookie, was sitting gazing out of the window as the night sky they were flying through become city lights before he suddenly groaned and fell forward onto the floor where he lay with a dazed and fearful expression. Pam had actually shrieked when he had fallen, Sophie-Anne coming into the cabin to see what was wrong.
"Eric!" Pam was next to him in an instant. Ethan and Selina suddenly appeared as he lay, gazing off to the side eyes wide. He grunted as his childe turned him onto his back as he gazed up at the ceiling.
Everything was hazy, blurred together and he couldn't focus. Even to his vampire ears, their voices were muffled, as if he were being held under water. He tried to re-centre his vision but couldn't as he swallowed nervously. Fear, it had been a long time since he'd felt it.
"Eric." Ethan said to him, soothingly trying to calm him. Even in his bewildered state, he could sense the Viking's fear. "Eric, what's wrong?" Eric turned to look at him, barely seeing him through the haze that was his sight.
To that end, he only spoke one word that summed up, exactly what was wrong.
"Sookie…"
…
Sookie sighed as the final customer finally left Merlotte's and ran her hand through her hair, releasing the ponytail. Shaking her blond mane out, she leant against the bar as Sam smirked at her.
"Tired, chere?" he enquired. She giggled, tiredly trying to ignore the haunting glare of Arlene who was behind her.
"A little bit, yeah." She admitted and he chuckled, draping his clothe over his shoulder.
"Funny, I'd thought you'd be used to these kinda hours." Arlene shot at her, as she went to grab her bags. "You know, since you spend so much time with those bloodsuckers and all." Sookie glared at her, Sam's hand moving to her shoulder to keep her calm. The telepath's eyes glowed a little before dying down.
"You wanna say something Arlene, just say it." Sookie shot back with a snarl. "I don't know who you think you are, but my life and how I decide to live it is none of your fucking business." The older woman gaped at her as Sam chuckled.
"That's what I mean, right there!" she retorted. "The Sookie I remember would never use that kinda language. And she would never date a fanger." Sookie laughed, haughtily.
"The Sookie you remember, is gone. This is a new Sookie and as far I'm concerned, I'm done with this conversation, so you keep your nose outta my personal life." Arlene made a noise like a farm animal and stormed off out of the bar. Sam sighed at this as Sookie gazed at him apologetically.
"Don't apologise, it's fine, chere." He offered with a smile. Their friendship had completely mended over the past few months and Sam was now dating another shifter. He had once again become the understanding ear after a hard time and he no longer made any comments about her relationship with Eric. In fact, the two had something of a mutual respect for each other; due to the fact they both cared for Sookie. "In truth, Arlene has been pushing my buttons too with her anti-supe bullshit." She giggled.
"What happened to her, Sam?" She asked, quietly. "She was never this hateful before."
"I dunno, Sookie. I really don't…Arlene has been easily influenced by others." He told her. Arlene had been meeting with Fellowship sympathisers and, rather easily, had been taken in by their views and opinions. She had become especially vocal and abusive towards Sookie and Tara due to their past and, in Sookie's case, current relationships with vampires. "Don't let her get to you."
"She's pretty hard to ignore…" Sam laughed as he moved to start closing up the bar. "Am I alright to go home?" She asked. He nodded, waving her off.
"Yeah, I'll see you in a few days, chere." She smiled and moved over to kiss him on the cheek before heading to the office to grab her purse. As she entered the office, she heard it vibrating in her bag. Quickly hurrying to it, she pulled out and smiled at the caller Id.
Eric. She flipped it open with a grin.
"Hey, Eric."
"Hello, my lover." She couldn't help but swoon just a little at his pet name. It was something reserved only for her and she knew it. "How was your evening?"
"Stressful but not because it was busy." She answered, honestly. She sighed. "Just had to deal with small-minded folk again."
"Arlene?" it was almost as if he could hear her nod over the phone and he sighed. "I'm sorry about this, Sookie."
"It's not your fault, baby." She replied. "It's just a shame she's so resentful of something she doesn't even understand." He chuckled, humourlessly over the phone.
"Humans instinctively fear that which they do not understand. As unfortunate as it is, it is just their nature." She smiled, sadly. Trust Eric to provide such a deep explanation. "Don't let it bother you, lover."
"I'll try." She answered. "Are you coming over tomorrow night?" she asked. She heard him sigh and felt his regret over the bond.
"I'm sorry, min älskare but I won't be able to. I need to meet with Sophie-Anne about her plans for Mississippi." Sookie bit her lip, upset at the news, but knowing there was little they could do about it. Eric's responsibilities as Sheriff meant he couldn't always drop everything for her. She understood that, but they could usually meet every night anyway, even if only for a couple of hours. However, due the controversy surrounding Mississippi, they had not seen each other in a week. And both of them were feeling it.
They were very active, sexually. And the time apart was lonely, in every sense. They missed each other terribly.
"A week, Eric." She whined.
"Jag är ledsen, min käraste." (I'm sorry, my dearest one.) He answered in Swedish. She smiled, biting her lip. She loved when he slipped into Swedish, because it meant she could as well, it made those dirty phone calls at work much easier.
"Du har några allvarliga att göra upp att göra." (You've got some serious making up to do.) She could have sworn she heard him groan as she spoke and she giggled, biting her lip again a little more when she felt his lust through the bond.
"Reta mig inte, älskare." (Don't tease me, lover.)
"Wouldn't dream of it." She replied. "But I'll see you soon, right?"
"Of course, I'll be able to see you Friday." He answered. "I've made sure to keep the weekend free for us, lover." She grinned, giddily. Three days of Eric, all to herself. She could already imagine what they'd be doing.
"Until Friday, then?" She said.
"Until Friday." Eric responded. "Jag älskar dig." (I love you)
"Jag älskar dig också." (I love you too) She replied. They hung up the phone and she sighed, happily. She placed her phone back in her purse, slinging it over her shoulder and began to leave the bar.
"I'll see you next week, Sam!" She called out to her boss, who was heading for his car to go to his girlfriend's house. He waved to her with a smile.
"Will do, Chere." He replied, before getting into his car. She watched as he started it up and drove out of the car park. She smiled, heading over to her own car and reaching to get her keys. She paused, just outside her car door, grumbling to herself as she dug through her bag.
She was so distracted she didn't hear their approach.
Sookie could only gasp once before she was seized by her hair and slammed head first into the car door and darkness consumed her.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been out; all she could tell was that she lying on her side, next to her car. Not that it mattered, she could barely see, her vision was extremely hazy. Everything was blurred together, though she could make out five pairs of legs, all male. She was also aware that her right side was feeling rather tight, like her ribs were badly injured.
Sookie couldn't focus on her telepathy enough to read their thoughts, nor could she reach into her bond with Eric and call to him. It was so strange, she couldn't focus on anything, her body just wasn't obeying her. She could hear muffled voices above her, barely able to make them out.
"You went too far." This first voice was panicked and angry. "You were supposed to knock her out, not attack her whilst she was unconscious."
"Would you shut up? Who cares what condition the bitch is in as long as we get paid?" a second voice responded in a growl. "It's not like it matters anyway. Look at her, she's just a waitress."
"She's more than that, he said so himself." The panicked voice replied. "Are you gonna argue with a damn vampire?"
"They lie, they all lie. I'm here for the fucking money." Then there was a pause before she saw two blurry feet in front of her. "Or…maybe I'm gonna get my money's worth. She's a fucking pistol."
"You idiot!" She heard the sounds of a scuffle and then a yell as a body fell to the floor. "You don't get it, if you even think about it, we're dead."
"Come on, she's not even conscious." Sookie couldn't resist as she was rolled onto her back. "What they don't know won't hurt them."
"You're insane!" a third voice called out at the growler. Sookie became aware of hands at the button of her shorts. She couldn't do anything however; she could barely tell it was happening. With a yank, the button popped off and her zipper was ripped open. She tried to force her body to move, but was far too disorientated from the blow to the head. The shorts were torn from her and she felt the cool air on her bare legs.
"Holy shit," she felt fingers touching the elastic of her white lace boyshort panties and heard a lust filled groan. "Damn, that vampire must love being inside this." There was a gust of wind and someone gasped.
"Shit, come on, let's go now."
"Calm down, just a quick one to ease my tension." She heard the telltale signs of another zipper being pulled down. The wind blew again and the other voices all sounded worried as they began talking at once.
"All right everyone calm down!" A very brisk and short voice joined the other three she'd heard. "Don't just stay there, pick her up and let's get outta here!"
"Screw that!" her would be attacker shot back, his hands spreading her legs. She was still far too woozy to fight back; she couldn't focus her energy into something lethal. "I'm gonna fuck this bitch if it's the last thing I do." As he spoke, the man pulled himself free of his jeans and reached for her panties.
Sookie knew she needed to fight back and tried to overcome the dopiness she was feeling.
But it turned out…she didn't need to.
The gust of wind sounded again, right above her this time and it was followed by a howling scream. What she couldn't see was what happened to her attacker.
Before he could think to pull off Sookie's underwear, something had attacked him. Blooded spurted from his groin as his manhood was suddenly severed right from his body. He began screaming as his blood sprayed over his hands as he tried to fight it back. His comrades all made noises of acute fear. The wind was moving around them as he continued to scream in agony, staring at the mangled remains of his manhood.
"You should have listened to your friends." A husky, male, British voice told him from the shadows around them. "Turns out, it really was the last thing you are ever going to do." With another sharp howl of wind and the flapping sounds of a trench coat on the breeze, the would-be rapist's throat was carved open and his life force was sent spraying over the ground as he fell backwards bleeding to death. His companions all took a step back as they met the lethal emerald gaze of Ethan.
Selina appeared next to Sookie and lift her head into her lap. She turned her gaze towards the trees frowning. There was someone watching, but…why hadn't they stepped in before she and Ethan arrived. Shaking her head, Selina looked back down at the telepath.
"Sookie?" She whispered, tenderly, brushing Sookie's hair. The telepath murmured slightly, turning to look at her with unfocused eyes. Now Selina understood what happened to Eric. His bond with Sookie was extremely powerful, powerful to the extent that they could feel each other's pain. "Sookie." She said again.
"Selina…?" Sookie replied. She nodded, comfortingly. "What's…where's Eric? Is…he ok?" Selina chuckled in disbelief. Was Sookie aware of the strength of their bond?
"He's fine if a little confused and upset. You should really worry about yourself." The telepath giggled a little.
"I hear that a lot." Selina shook her head with a smirk as Ethan sized up the remaining four humans.
"Where the fuck…?" One of them whimpered in fear.
"Not the question you should be asking." Ethan retorted, coldly with his hands in his pockets. "The question you should be asking is: am I going to get out of here alive?" One of them began trembling horribly as he realised that his now dead companion had just signed their death warrants.
"Please…it's not what it…" he began.
"Five human men ambush one woman at night. Please, I know exactly what you were planning." Ethan chuckled, evilly, casting a glance at the corpse to his left. "You should stop pleading for your life," he sneered dangerously, "and start fighting for it." He finished, taking a step forward. The man he was addressing could no longer stand the fear. His fight or flight response was at full strength and he was focused on fighting. He howled in desperation and threw himself towards the vampire, attacking the ancient vampire directly.
"No! Don't attack him head on!" One of his friends ran right after him in an attempt to stop him. But it were too late, their fates were sealed.
"Please, be quiet." Ethan muttered before disappearing from the sight. The first of his attackers suddenly let out a strangled grunt as his right leg and most of his right side were suddenly separated from his body with a horrifying tearing noise. His eyes were wide with shock and the knowledge that he was going to die. As he began to slowly fall, Ethan's eyes looked at the second manly emotionlessly.
The human let out a desperate scream pulling his fist back to attack as his comrades scrambled to look for a weapon. His attack never hit, as there was another loud slashing noise. He looked confused for a second before his back opened up and blood gushed out of the wound as he fell forward. Ethan now stood still, hands in his pockets and his back towards the last remaining humans.
Sookie watched as they both hurled themselves at him, one of them holding a metal pipe above his head as he hurtled towards the vampire, the other pulling out a knife. The first man reached him, but Ethan casually pushed his elbow back, sending the poor soul flying into the air. The man with the knife was able to slash at him, but that was all.
The blade hit only the air.
Two more tearing noises and the knife fell from his grasp as a red spray burst from his chest in terrible 'X' shape as he too began to collapse. Ethan was standing behind him, eyes closed and face casual. The final human went for a final, frantic attack as he drew the pipe back. But Ethan's form blurred in front of him, going left and right. The man's eyes could only widen before another slashing sound echoed in the air. And he too began to fall as his body separated at the waist.
Sookie watched as Ethan stood in the middle of the falling corpses. The blood seemed to circle around him as if it were trying to avoid him. She could never get over just how fast he could move. The ancient vampire stood tall, serene and dominant in front of her though her vision was still blurry and her eyelids became heavy once more. But she knew, she was safe now thanks to Ethan. But was Eric ok? She had very faintly been able to pick out his own pain and distress but she simply couldn't respond to it.
Before she could think on it further, the now comforting embrace of the darkness enveloped her.
Ah and there we are. Reviews guys please. very, very eager for your thoughts