The plane ride was uneventful. Eric and I had distanced ourselves from the two Stackhouse siblings and Compton. The flight was only a few hours; I passed the time listening to their conversation. Eric passed time on his phone, though I did not know what he was doing. The Stackhouse party parted ways with us at the airport, Eric and I made our way to Fangtasia.

We were in the office for a few moments before Pam walked in with two fangbangers following.

"Eric?" I looked to him, my voice stern.

"Don't argue with me. Harper said you need to take care of your own needs, and feeding its one of them. True Blood is not going to give you the strength you need. Get used to it, as it's not going away." His hard face shifted into one of his cocky grins. "Besides, they are both male, so Harper won't be jealous."

"Very funny, Eric." I rolled my eyes, making Eric chuckle.

"They are both for you. I will be in my booth if you need me." Eric left me in the office with the two male fangbangers. I sighed, making my way over to the first one, letting my fangs drop. I buried my fangs in his neck drinking deeply, but careful not to drain him. I repeated my actions with the next, dismissing them as soon as I was done. I was full, and back to my full health. I sat back down on the leather couch, sated for now.

The weight in the back of my head dissipated, but I could still feel Harper's presence.

Feeling better?

"Yes. And before you ask, Eric's office is soundproofed, so it sould be alright to speak aloud."

I know it's soundproofed. I've done work for Eric in the past.

"Telepathic work?"

Yes.

Before we could continue our conversation, Eric walked in the room, clearly puzzled by something. "What it's troubling you, Eric?"

"What do you know about maenads? The Shifter from Bon Temps came in here asking for help with one."

Ah, maenads, followers of Dionysus. Greek and Roman god of wine, drunks, madness and orgies. Believe themselves truly immortal until their god comes and takes them away in marriage. You two are lucky that I had a thing for Greek and Roman mythology a few years back.

"Thank you, älskare (lover). But how do we kill it? The god is not real, and will definitely not be coming."

I thought over the knowledge I had of maenads, and it brought me an idea. "You said there was a Shifter in Bon Temps?" I asked, and Eric nodded in answer. "Harper's correct with most of her information, but she missed a fact. Dionysus was also known as the bull-headed god. We could use the Shifter to our advantage."

"Doesn't she need a tribute? They way the Shifter was talking about it, it seems like the maenad was after him."

"Yes. Either you or Pam would need to give him blood, so he does not die from the ritual, then we may proceed with our plan. I do not want to do it myself, as I am unsure how it would effect Harper."

I don't know how it would effect me either.

Eric nodded, standing up from his seat, grabbing the jacket he dropped on the back of it. "Shall we depart? We can act out on our plan tomorrow night, there is simply not enough time right now."

I nodded to Eric, and we departed from the club in Eric's red Corvette. We arrived at Eric's main Shreveport homes, it was larger than most, but that was Eric's way. I stepped through the threshold into the sitting area.

You have a beautiful home, Eric.

"Thank you, Harper. I hope it will become your home too." I could practically feel her grinning at Eric's statement. "But how can you see if you are not here physically?"

I wondered the same thing, as she did not have a body of her own.

I see and hear through Godric. Though the other senses are a blur to me. I can pick up on some of his thoughts, though I can't understand them.

I chuckled, "What do you mean you can't understand my thoughts?"

You think in a different language. It's the same for many people, they think in their native language or accent. It's sounds European. What is your native language?

"My native language is Gaulic. It is a dead language now, as far as I know, Eric and I are the only ones to speak it. If you wish is, I could teach you the language."

That would be nice, but it would be more preferable if you could teach me when I am in my own body.

"That could be arranged. Maybe Eric could teach you his dialect of old Norse."

"Nothing would please me more."

I could think of a few things... Eric's fangs dropped as he lady or a growl. A growl of my own rumbled through me as I picked up her train of thought. Hey laughter rang through our heads.

Be patient. The sun is on it's way up. We should retire for the day.

She was correct, I could feel that dawn was near. Eric and u proceeded to the lower levels of the house, where our resting place was. "You can feel that?"

I can feel it through you, yes.

"You are extremely smart, min älskare (my lover)."

Thank you, see you in Godric's dreams.

"I look forward to it, älskare (lover)."

I chuckled as Eric and I stripped for bed. "As do I."

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Eric stood by me in the same, serene beach. I spotted Harper a distance away, staring across the shapeless ocean. We walked along the shoreline, the small wages gently lapping at my feet, while Eric stayed beside me. I joined Harper on her left, while Eric stood on her right. I took her hand in mine, our fingers interlocking.

"How are you able to remain calm after all that had happened, and knowing what is going to transpire?" Eric leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

"I don't know. It just feels like this is supposed to happen. And if these things are going to happen anyway, why should I get upset over it?"

I was in awe of our little mate. "Not many people think that way. It is a unique quality to be so accepting of something out of the ordinary."

She laughed, and I knew I was falling in love with the sound that fell from her lips. "Why should I question something un-ordinary when I am the furthest description of normal?"

I understood her rhetorical question. Our Harper already separated herself from her human counterparts, being more accepting of her abilities than her sister, who pushed them away. I recall a conversation I shared with Eric about her abilities, after I had caught her scent, finding it strange, and unlike any I have encountered before. She had a fair amount of supernatural capabilities such as telepathy, similar to her sister's, but more controlled, shifting into any animal she desires, she could heal just as well as any older Vampire, and had a weakened ability of telekinesis. Her violet eyes changed into a glowing shade of yellow when she used her abilities, or was trying to emit a aura of power. Her supernatural abilities were strong, but Eric also bragged about her being a great fighter and intellect, but I was unsure of the extent of her skills. She knew Eric would tell me of her skills, because of our relationship.

We sat in the sand for awhile, enjoying being with each other. The water gently lapped at our feet, as we leaned against one another.

"It's almost time for you two to wake up."

Eric sighed. I knew he wishes as much as I did, for more time to spend with out little mate, in our serene beach. Harper turned, kissing Eric on the cheek, before turning to me and doing the same.

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I awoke to a burning sensation behind my left ear. It burned, and after the pain subsided, a tingling feeling was left behind. Eric swore in Swedish as soon as he was aware, and I knew he felt the same pain, in the same place. I was able to search out the source of his pain through our bond. He looked at me as he sat up, shock filling his features.

"What the hell?!" I shrugged as an answer to his question. I could not fathom what could have caused it. I tried to rise from the bed, only to have Eric grab my arm to drag me back down.

"Eric, now is not the time to have sex!" I tried to be as stern as I could, we still needed to take care of a maenad. His fingers brushed behind my left ear, where the prickling feeling had just subsided.

He looked at me confusion and amazement written across his face all at once, making me wonder what he had seen. "Is Harper awake?"

Yes.

"What is behind Godric's ear? Do I have one too? Is that the reason our ears hurt when we arose for the night?" He fired questions at her, one after the other.

Calm yourself Viking. Let me see what you are talking about. Try sending an image to me, instead of thoughts.

I was confused about what was happening, but I stayed calm and collected, hoping to figure out what was going on with our ears. An image came into my head, a tattooed feather, behind what I could only guess was my own ear.

That's interesting.

"Indeed. Eric, let me see behind your ear." He turned his head so his left ear was closest to me. He had the same feather marking I did, in the same place. "You have one too, Eric."

"I think our lilla kompis (little mate) marked us as hers."

I chuckled. "I can not think of any other reason feathers are suddenly tattooed behind our ears."

Sorry, I...

I cut off her meek apology. "Do not apologise. I like the way it looks. I am honored to carry a mark of you."

"As am I, älskare (lover)." Eric agreed with my proclamation, making me feel her pride as if it were my own.

Thank you. She answered, pride clearly in her words. I need to rest, it won't be as long as the previous night though. Bringing Naill in took a lot of energy, but with just us, it is easy.

I smiled as I felt her settle, the familiar weight in the back of my head made itself known. Eric and I moved to prepare ourselves for the night, dressing in darker colors in preparation for the maenad.

We waited until the sun was completely set before making our way to Bon Temps. We flew, utilizing the Vampire gift we both shared, over driving one of Eric's cars into the now desecrated town. We easily found the epicenter of the maenad's madness. Unfortunately, it was at Harper's and Sookie's home.

The place was empty of people, but the house was in ruins, a large pile of rotting meat was in the front of the house, with a strong enough that made me want to gag. We stayed quiet, looking around the area. Not a minute had passed when I caught the scent of a filthy animal, one I could not recognize.

I called Eric to me, and we pursued the scent together. Down the road from the Stackhouse home we happened upon a starting scene. A naked Shifter stood in front of Bill Compton, who was holding Sookie in his arms. A puddle of what looked like black blood coated the ground, and the Shifter's forearm.

"What happened here?" Eric directed his questioning at Compton as he stalked forward. Compton's face shifted from relief to a mix of annoyance and anger at my childe's voice.

"There was no time to consult you, and use had to take care of the maenad before she could cause anymore problems."

Eric dawned his stoic attitude as Sheriff, a deep frown crossed his face. "Were you ever going to notify me of this? There were a few instances in the past where you failed too report problems to me."

Bill growled and my childe dropped fang, looming over him. "Do not defy me Compton. I am your Sheriff. You will report to Fangtasia tomorrow night to face the consequences. Understand?" His voice was stern, threatening, holding every inch of the power he held, and more.

"Yes, Sheriff." Bill mumbled, hanging his head. Eric left without another word. I sighed at the scene in front of me.

"I think it would be wise for you to clean up, Compton." I turned my eyesight on Harper's sister. "Miss Stackhouse, I hope you are alright. It has been a long few days for all of us. I bid you goodnight."

I nodded to the pair, and took off after my childe. I was able to easily catch up with him halfway to Fangtasia. We slowed, he took his time to calm, and I turned my stomach to the sky, enjoying the view of the stars.

"Speak, min son (my son). What is troubling you?"

"Compton. The entire situation with him does not seem right. He came into my area under suspicious circumstances. Compton came from the queen's regime, saying he had decided to settle in his old house to mainstream? It doesn't seem right."

"Then we will keep a close watch on him. If he possess any threat to the Stackhouse family them we will act accordingly."

Eric nodded as we landed in the parking lot of Fangtasia. Pam greeted us at the door. I laid on the couch in Eric's office as Eric filled out paperwork.

I monitored Harper in the back of my head, mentally poking her presence. I chuckled as she mentally poked me back. Eric must have felt it too, as he looked up from his papers with a questioning look on his face. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he found Harper in my head, poking her, and she poked him back as well.

"That's interesting "

I laughed, "I agree."

Are you two done poking me?

I smiled. "Yes. We are finished. Though that was an interesting revelation. Is there anything else you can do in there?"

I don't know. Let me see.

I waited as I felt Harper nosing around. Eric was watching from his desk expectantly. A feeling started in my head and slowly moved its way down my body. It was like thousands of warm hands caressing me. I let out a deep pur, and soon the feeling subsided, shortly fading. Eric raised an eyebrow before his face went lax, a pur coming loose from his own chest, add intense pleasure flooded our bond. When his sound ended, he opened his eyes, genuinely smiling.

"That was incredibly enjoyable, älskare (lover)."

"I agree, how did you manage to do that?"

I am in your head, and I decided to explore a bit. I tapped into your nerves, and your bond with Eric so I could do the same to him. I also want to try one more thing...

She trailed off. I felt a jolt of pain through my bond with Eric at the same time he ducked his head, cursing in his native language. Her laughter rang in my head.

"Why do I have to be the test dummy?" Eric asked, and I laughed as he pouted.

Stop pouting Viking. Besides your reactions are a lot funnier than Godric's.

"She has a point, Eric."

He shook his head and stood. "I need to entertain the vermin for awhile, would you like to join me?"

I think it would be fun. Plus, I can find out if us can still use my telepathy in this state.

"Alright, I'll join you.'

We made our way out to the platform where the thrones sat. I waited for Harper to say something. I felt her out in my head, giving her another poke.

Ass. And no, I don't have my telepathy now.

G-I am not an ass, though I do have a nice one.

I could hear her giggle. To bad I have to wait to see it.

E- Want me to show you an image?

No, I will gladly wait for the pleasure. And speaking of pleasure, I think Pam will be pleased to get rid of the police officer in here.

I watched as Eric's jaw tensed. Where? And I thought you didn't have you telepathy?

Man in cut sleeve AC-DC shirt and slicked hair, middle of the floor. And I don't have my telepathy, I just have done enough jobs for you where I can recognize the police officers. The others are harder, and I am still working on it.

Pam sped up behind Eric, he told her of the officer, and she escorted him out with a good dose of glamour. My pride bloomed for Harper, she was truly intelligent. She must have read my thoughts as she gave me another caress, keeping it centered on my hair, and I had to suppress a pur. Eric chuckled as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Maybe if you want to stay on her good side, you should choose a meal for the night."

I finished for the night with Eric quickly, so we could leave for home. I laid down for the day, ready to see my Harper again, and ready to face the next night with Compton. I closed my eyes for the day with a smile on my face, and excitement in my heart.

A/N: Hello my fair readers. I need help finding a story. It is of the true blood universe. Another girl named Sookie, from our world goes to see the creator of the show, only to be thrust in the show itself by him. Things happen, she is meant to be with Godric and Eric. And Godric had the ability to impress his influence on people with a glare. I believe at one point they get stuck back in our world, just her and Godric. He feeds from her and brings her to orgasm with his glare. Answer in the comments, please.

Reviews make my muse happy! Any ideas for where the story should go? Any useful websites that I could use to show you the images I have to help imagine the story?

Thank you!