Author's Note-After much consideration, I have decided that this is going to be the end of my season 9and I won't be doing any further seasons. I will do one shot stories that continue what I did in this season but no more episodes. I will also be taking another stab at redoing season 7 having reached it again, I got new ideas how to fix the crap we wound up on the TV show. I won't be posting like I used to do as I have a new full time job but I will try to get something up now and again so please read and review and thanks so much!

PART ONE

Prologue

She was out on the front porch, writing in her journal, w book she had made a point to write in every night for years, detailing the interesting and the mundane parts of her life over the years. It was nearly full now, as some entries were merely a few words while others were several pages worth. But with her neat, small handwriting capabilities, she had certainly filled the pages as well as the margins with her life story. And as she flipped to the last page, she sighed as she finished her entry for the day. Today had been one of those rare days she felt like a average, ordinary housewife. Well, save for the fact she could work at super speed and could magic things away with a wave of her hand. But today, she worked around the house the mortal way, manual labor. And she had even broken a slight sweat by doing so. Normal was such a relative term, as it not? After all the things she had endured over the years, she was only too glad to have taken her spot in the supernatural world after trying to ignore it, to erase it from her being. After everything that had happened over these past years, all the bloodshed, the tears, the love and happiness that balanced out the bad stuff, she sighed. To her, this was her normal, going from baking a pie for her brother to helping fight off another supernatural force that wanted to mess with their lives. Par for the course. Thinking back on all they had faced from witches to maenads to a deadly vamp virus, Sookie was somewhat shocked that the death count of her loved ones wasn't higher. And though she would always mourn those they lost, she knew she had to live in the here and now. And the here and now, chaotic as it could be, was good. More than good, actually.

Chapter 1

He had nothing left to lose. This magic, provided it worked to plan, would be the most powerful spell he had cast and with any luck, it would take out those he hated. This was the ultimate magic, to bring back not just one of their foes but all of them combined. A army of villains to take out not only that waitress and her loved ones, but to create chaos unlike anything ever seen. Demetri had meticulously been on the scene for every death that he wanted to reverse and it hadn't been easy. But his magical abilities, well, they were beyond reproach, he thought to himself without a shred of modesty. This was a long time in the making and though it was take the ultimate sacrifice, he hoped he wouldn't miss his power too much. Besides, at least it would be quite the show to watch, to see modern civilization as it was known be destroyed by such dastardly beings, such powerful beings that would run amok, killing everything and everyone they could. The world had been hard on him, with the constant belittling of his looks, talent and overall personality. So it was time to unleash his long pent up anger at the world and he would do it using those long dead as his puppets, doing his research to make sure that those he restored to the world of the living would obey him. The last thing he needed was his subjects turning on him. No, he had done his homework and had been practicing his craft diligently, not making one mistake. Granted, what he was shooing to accomplish was the most challenging and supposedly impossible. But he never liked that word….impossible…..anything was possible. If only that wiccan who worked at that Moon Goddess Emporium had had a inking of what eh had planned when he had purchased some books and other items there. Most of his materials he had gotten in New Orleans but unfortunately this Holly that ran the emporium, she had exceedingly rare and hard to find crystals he needed and for some reason, she was one of the only supernatural shops he could get what he needed. When this blonde Holly realized that she had been instrumental in Demetri ding what he planned on…that would be a nice little touch as Demetri was well aware of her connections to those vamps and other freaks who had constantly thwarted the dark forces that had come so close to succeeding in winning. This time, there would be no failure. Not in his side, anyway. Sitting alone in his house that was on the outskirts of Bon Temps, he began channeling the energies around him, candles in the room lighting on their own accord. Around the room rested urns with the remains of those he planned to bring back. It was to be a motley crew, that was for certain and with such a diverse bunch, Demetri felt confident that not only would he have dominion over this galley of deviants but they would crush those that Demetri had long rooted against. Especially the waitress….she had escaped death too many times and it was long over due that she got what was coming to her. Selling his soul to the devil was perhaps the smartest thing he had done in his life for if he hadn't, he never would have been able to have the power he had now, never would have been able to sneak under their noses after they kept taking down the enemies he was about to revive. Demetri knew that if his plan failed, should Sookie and her friends manage to be victorious, then he would lose his life and spent an eternity of torment in hell. Worth the risk, he had been confident in his skills even before selling his soul and with the extra boot given to him by the devil, it was only a matter of time before the girl and all her freaky friends were reduced to bloody remains. If that. And summoning his power, he started chanting a incantation that he had long memorized, his voice turning gravelly, possessed by a unearthly force as the urns started vibrating, a eerie wind and chill filling the spacious, furnished basement of his house. Magic in the building would keep those outside blissfully unaware of that which was occurring. Sure, they would find out soon enough, but for now, he wanted to keep this a secret. Then he would unleash hell on earth. Or wind up there himself.

Chapter 2

Work was going well and though she technically need never work again, Sookie was always refusing to be a kept woman and her Viking was smart enough to respect her wishes, though he made sure to remind her after rough nights at work that she didn't have to be dealing with the drunken rabble at Bellefleurs. Or on the rare occasion she pitched in at Fangtasia. Not that she couldn't take care of herself….there had been a couple instances at the vamp bar when some humans got a little too frisky and thuggish she knew her Viking would be only too glad to take the trash out himself, she was wont to either give a good slap across the face. Or a nice kick in the groin. Which, she had noticed with amusement, had the same effect on vamp guys as it did humans. But luckily there hadn't been much in the way of guys trying to assault her. Not after one man tried accosting her in the rear of Bellefleurs. That he had tried to rape her had been the last thing the vagrant had tried to do…she had started to bring out her big guns-her light-when she had been joined by a silently sweeping in Viking, who didn't take kindly to the attempted assault on her. She had begged him not to kill the creep. And he didn't, though he had left the man bloodied and slightly drained. Plus a little clamoring to make him never again try anything like this to anyone again. A small sacrifice, Sookie knew how much he had wanted to finish the man off altogether. But for her, he spared the man. But she knew that if something like this happened again, he would likely not be so forgiving, even for her sake. That was the darker side to him she knew he had, that vengeful side. It was a side that had saved them several times over though and with her own abilities, she hoped that no other vagrant or slime ball who tried something with her or even their other lives ones would endure their wrath again.

Back in her here and now, she was slinging suds and serving the crowd the usual orders. Burgers and fries with the occasional salad for the girls who fretted putting on weight. Lucky for Sookie, with her supernatural metabolism, that was not a concern to her any longer. She would remain as she was. No larger no smaller. And as she was lost in her thoughts, recollections of the past, she nearly bumped into Lafayette who was starting to clear down the kitchen for the night as last call for drinks had just been announced. "What you all looking so distant for, Sook?" he asked, sounding concerned. He knew better than anyone the crap she had dealt with. Not that he himself hadn't suffered as well. Between the two of them, the pain that they had endured was unimaginable and the fact they had lived to tell the tale was nothing short of miraculous.

"Oh…..I was thinking about….everything…what brought me to this point in my life, the people I have met and lost over the years…..the fact I feel lucky to be here today with you, and working here and….." she paused. "I don't like feeling like I am living in the past but sometimes, I just…I can't help but think about it. The people I miss. Even Bill….I do miss him and am glad in the end, he revealed that here was a good man there. But he had his demons and did terrible things. But with my abilities, I know he is at peace with the family he was so cruelly taken from against his will. He found forgiveness in me and perhaps others here who knew him….I just….I think about the dead and how much they meant to me and to all of us. But then I look at the bar here, seeing Terry and Arlene….you….Jessica and Holly. We survived. Why couldn't the others we lost have had such luck?"

Lafayette frowned and led her around to the back, outside part of the bar and grill. "I ask myself that a lot too…..after what happened to Jesus, I never thought I would be happy again and to be honest, there was a period of time I wanted to end it all." she looked shocked by the admission. "But then I had to suck it up and come to the aid of my friends who needed a hand. And then I met James and…..well, fate is a beeyotch sometimes, ain't it?" he wiped his face with a hand and looked up. "With my own powers I can commune with Jesus if I so chose….every now and then I do. Because he was the one that opened my eyes to what I could do, what I was. And when he put his power into me…..admittedly not in the way I would have gone about it….I felt more empowered. Less afraid. And seeing how you have thrived over the years? I never thought I would like that Viking of yours but he has proved his worth, he may be a bad ass but he is a bad ass I am glad is on our side. And he has been good for you."

"Took me so long to admit he was perfect for me….we compliment each other insanely well…don't let Pam know I said that, she may beg to differ….. " the two shared a laugh and Lafayette sighed.

"I admit, I love my extended vampire, faerie, whatever family." he said with a mischievous smirk. "But looking at the time, I think its more than past your time to head home….."

"I want to have a party…..to show my thanks, gratitude and appreciation for everyone…." she blurted out. "I know it's last minute but do you think she would be willing to close tomorrow night? I could pay her well-"

"What's this I hear about a party?" The flaming red hair of Arlene had made its appearance and she made her way to the table here the two were seated. "Lord knows I could use a party, business has been crazy good lately….been making money hand over fist though….I think a party would be great to you know, take some of the pressure off. Terry has been a blessing helping out but….." she paused amidst her rambling. "Tomorrow night, if that's what you want, you got it. I can never repay you guys for helping out here and with all the past adventures we have had." Arlene was genuinely appreciative of her friends. "Ill put a posting up on Facebook tomorrow and put signs on the door saying we are closed tomorrow for a private event. But it won't be easy to get a ton of food together in a short time."

"We can just order food out. And I am wiling to pay you to compensate for being closed." Sookie was about to get up to get her purse, to he checkbook but Arlene gently took her by the arm and guided her back to the table.

"Its my treat. And I think a good idea." she started to head back into the bar. "We got Jess here tonight and we can close up….you pulled extra hours today, get your butt back home and get some rest and this time tomorrow night, we are going to have having the time of our lives."

Grateful and happy, Sookie bade Lafayette and Arlene a good night and climbed into her navy blue sports car she had recently been given for her birthday. By who else? She knew he spoiled her but refused to let it go to her head. And though she had the juice to merely use her magic to flash herself wherever she desired, driving helped clear her head, kept her grounded. And as she pulled away, form a thick fog and through the thicker trees, a figure, followed by several others in hooded cloaks, emerged. "So….a party tomorrow night….well, I had hoped to get a move on tonight but I think being party crashers just may be a good time, what do you all think?" Demetri looked behind him where the others stood and they nodded, chuckling evilly. "Then its set. Tomorrow night will be, with any luck, the last that that waitress and her friends see. And after they are gone, the world can and will be our oyster. Because who else could face down the likes of us?"

TO BE CONTINUED