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***Sookie***
I'd arrived somewhere. The passenger and driver's door slammed and I heard the back open. I was slung over someone's shoulder in a fireman's carry. With the blood rushing to my head, all I could see was gravel and the back of the legs of whoever was carrying me. I assumed it was Mr. Compton.
Rage took over, zero to sixty, and I started kicking up to get my heel in the man's face and pounding his back with my fists. Throwing myself forward, I hoped to make him off balanced enough to drop me, even if it was on my head.
"I'm callin' the police when I get free buster! So you better let me go right now!"
His grip only got tighter until I could feel his fingers digging into my legs. I hated that my assault was going unnoticed.
"I have people who will come lookin' for me! And they'll be madder 'n hell when I'm not found!"
That earned me a chuckle, just before I was slung down onto a couch. I'd hardly noticed we had crossed from gravel to concrete to carpet, with a door opening and closing.
The blood rushed away from my head and I dizzily looked at my captor. Bill was there and he had a positively frightening expression on his face before he turned to leave.
The door slammed shut and I was alone in my surroundings. It was ornate in here. Overly so, with the couch actually being a chaise lounge with velvet fabric, velvet curtains with tassels, a large oriental rug and fleur de lis wallpaper. There were no windows, the curtains hanging over creepily lifelike pictures of a beach. I noticed the two doors, one that I had just come in by and the other on the opposite side of the room.
Scaring the crap out of me, the door I hadn't been through opened before I could get up and explore the room further.
"Let's get you all settled in with the new donors." A well-dressed, but tacky looking woman with an ipad strolled in and started poking it, not looking at me. She was as skinny as a rail and had frizzy overdyed hair.
"Huh? Donor for what?" She stopped, and peered up at me, squinting.
"The vampire didn't… you know why you're here right?"
Did that loser Compton make a mistake? She's supposed to be glamored. I will so enjoy watching Eric lay his ass out.
"No, I don't. That asshole took me while I stopped at a bar for directions. I want to go home right now, and I need you to call the police on him." My words were cold and my arms were crossed defensively. The woman's gaze hardened and she turned on her heel sharply, muttering as she left. At least she shared my dislike for Bill.
"I'll be right back. Stay put now." She turned and told me before slamming the door she had come through.
"Don't leave me- in... here." She was already gone and I heard the lock click on that door.
I only had to wait another minute before the door opened again. In strolled a male vampire, with the woman following behind.
"All right, let's get this bullshit over with." He was very suddenly in front of me, eyes locked to mine. There was the push, tingling and swelling again.
"Whatever you're trying to do to my head, knock it off!" And then he was gone, the door slammed shut, leaving me with the woman.
No one resists a glamor. But I could swear she's not a vampire. They'll have to kill her, there's no other way.
Never in my life had a life or death situation crossed paths with me. I'd saved others more than once from doing something they'd regret, maybe even prevented a death or two. Mostly I'd put others in jail for murder with my telepathy by calling into the police station anonymously and telling them where they'd find the evidence. But never had murderous thoughts been directed at me.
That was all it took for me to launch myself at her. She didn't even teeter on her heels before her head smashed into the wall and she went down like a pile of bricks. I'd knocked her out cold and I quickly grabbed the ipad as some kind of insurance or proof of kidnapping before searching her body for keys. Finding them I ran to the other door and started trying to make them fit into the lock.
***Eric***
"We have an issue Eric." Rasul was in my office, looking irritated.
"Yes?" I looked up from the vast amounts of paperwork on my desk. It was our financial quarterly review, and I was going over the documentation before sending it off to our human accountants.
"Compton brought in a human. She can't be glamored." Nothing was said as we both vamped quickly to the donor intake room. We were not greeted with said human. Instead, Ginger was moaning against the wall and the door leading outside was open, keys hanging from the lock. I noted that the iPad was gone.
"Stay and take care of Ginger." I zipped out the door to track the escapee. The trail stopped at an empty spot where we parked our vehicles. It was surrounded by other cars, informing me that the parking spot hadn't been empty any more than a couple minutes previous. No one on our security team had thought to take the keys out of the cars because the humans were glamored and vampires were a non-issue.
What kind of vehicle she had taken was beyond me, but I did know there was only one entrance. I smirked and took flight.
***Sookie***
I drove out of the parking lot, following the way I thought led out of here. I knew it was important to maintain a normal speed and blend in with the surroundings.
Luck was with me and I saw the gate, lights and guard posts up ahead. It clicked that they weren't going to let me out if I said pretty please.
I didn't want to hurt anyone, but they did kidnap me and it didn't seem like they were going to let me go. That woman thought they'd kill me. So it was me or them.
I picked me.
The screeching of the tires as I abruptly hit the gas pedal sounded the alert and I watched as a few dark figures started to react. Thank god they were too slow to get in the way because I was going to break that fucking gate down.
I was seconds away from crashing into it and about to close my eyes when a tall blonde man was suddenly in front of the car, smiling.
So I did what any decent christian would do; I slammed on the brakes and turned the car away from him.
***Eric***
Making it just in time to prevent the human from leaving, I watched her make an attempt to not crash into me. Lucky for her, because the car would have wrapped itself around my body and would have more likely resulted in her injury rather than mine.
Preventing any property damage besides the truck, I dug my fingers into the hood as the car veered away, letting it swing back around me. After stealing its momentum it came to a screeching stop, it's back end now facing the gate and the human inside having been slammed up against the seat.
"Stand down." The Weres started rushing in to help, embarrassed to have been so close to death and losing an asset. The driver door opened and a curvy blonde fell out, scuffing her legs on the concrete. Without looking at any of us, she stumbled up to her feet and took off running.
All of the Weres smiled and I nodded my acknowledgement to them before going to hunt.
***Sookie***
My flight mode was waning as I ran. Having watched the vampires both move at incredible speed, I knew the blonde vampire was probably laughing his ass off at the thought of a human running away from him.
"Well Sookie, if this is how you go, don't give him the satisfaction of jumping a terrified woman!"
I sat down and waited. It didn't take long before I was rewarded.
His long legs came from the shadows first before the moon revealed his smug face. Once he was completely visible, he stood there unmoving with his arms crossed.
"Get on with it then. I know you haven't got all day." I said snarkily, presuming that the typical lore about vampires only being creatures of the night was as true as them having fangs.
"Why can't you be glamored?" He demanded. It didn't sound like a curious statement coming from his mouth. His voice sounded disinterested and cold.
"I don't know what glamor is, I don't know why it can't be done on me and I don't care. Let me go or kill me. We're not having a conversation." I was definitely not lowering myself in front of this dead-hearted monster. I'd miss everyone; Gran, Sam, the other waitresses at Merlotte's, but that wasn't enough to get me to beg for my life when my request wasn't going to be granted.
Die with dignity.
Vampires even existing right now without being found out by others told me a lot about how well in hand they had their secrecy. It was sad, that this was the end. I wanted to cry, but there wasn't any point. At least he wasn't a human about to kill me so I wouldn't be hearing about how he enjoyed it or anything.
Maybe getting drained of all my blood was a nice way to go, all things considered. I bet my heart would slow and I'd go to sleep.
He still wasn't saying a word, probably hoping I'd cave under his stare.
Much like every vampire I'd met so far, he was in my face so fast I didn't have time to register he'd moved. Again I was slung over a shoulder.
"I don't want to go back! Just do what you have to and stop dragging it out!" I had prepared myself as best I could to die when I was waiting for him, and not meeting my death broke my determination. Quickly, I started sobbing and let myself lay limp.
"Stop crying."
"I, I can't!" I sucked in a huge breath of air and it came out as another wail.
I felt a pressure in my torso and my hair whipped into my face as we moved at what could be called vampire speed to another door.
He set me down and I started to fall. The scrapes on my legs hurt, my knees ached from hitting the concrete and I felt my adrenaline finally give out. Instead of hitting the floor, he caught me and hoisted me back up.
We were in the donor room again, and the woman who I had pushed was no longer there.
"Please…" I whimpered, my energy waning.
"Rasul." The man holding me commanded, and the vampire who had tried to glamor me a second time showed up all lickity split.
"Take her to my quarters."
"No…" I whined pathetically.
I was brusquely shoved into the other vampires arms. My legs hurt so badly, I must have bruised the bone itself. I barely registered where we were going.
***Eric***
Rasul led the human away to my quarters. It did not contain my day resting location, but as Godric's second I was entitled to a separate bedroom for feeding and fucking. I'd been with Yvetta there a few times this week, my current favored donor. But her preening in front of the other donors as of late was decreasing her already mediocre appeal to me. Being the god of sex had its downsides. My donors often got possessive and full of themselves, and when they did their time with me was finished. Taking the new human into my room was as good of a reason as any to rid myself of Yvetta.
Plus, if the human were kept in the dungeon others would find out about her besides Rasul, Compton and myself. And Godric.
Rasul had already taken care of Ginger's memories. The Weres would manage the truck and any other property damage.
I considered changing the security protocols we had. It was a failing that I had not anticipated what an unglamored human could do if they were here. We had several years yet before the great reveal, but that was no excuse.
It was almost 4am and sunrise was around 6am. Ten minutes to Compton, twenty to Godric and the rest to interrogate the human. She was a Supe, even if she didn't know it. It was why I had assumed she knew about glamoring. It was unfortunate that we had no aura-tasters here, the closest being in Oklahoma. But, Godric had encountered a great variety of Supes and knew many of their distinctions by scent alone.
Unlike Weres, Demons or Fae, vampires did not possess any distinguishing attributes from one another. There were different kinds of Weres, demons had differing abilities whether they be fire demons or the kind that possessed suggestive mind control akin to glamor. As for the fairies… less was known. They tended to keep tightly to themselves after the fae-vampire war several thousand years ago. Ungodly difficult to catch, they were the ambrosia of blood.
All the vampires staying at the palace had retired to their chambers with a donor or two and the halls were empty. Bill Compton would likely be found raiding the donor pool after coming in this late.
I found Godric first in his study as he was also reviewing paperwork for our quarterly review. My maker was turned when he was a teenager in Gaul, what is now modern day France. Tribal tattoos littered his back and neckline. It made him very popular with the donors in the 90s. He was a brunette with soft features and calmly piercing eyes. Boy death, and also my beloved father and maker.
He looked up at me, expectant.
"Compton came back from procurement with a troublesome donor. She made a daring escape and almost went through the gate before I was able to stop her."
"What's the damage?"
"She tried to take an ipad, which was recovered. A truck was broken beyond repair and our intake human was knocked over, but she's otherwise fine."
"Very well. Glamor the donor. Is that all?" He was irritated with me that I had come in to tell him about something so insignificant. I had always handled security at my discretion, as Godric never cared about the details. As far as I could tell, Godric cared about old books, the pursuit of knowledge, running his kingdom efficiently and me. My maker had long since given up the pleasures of human flesh, a stark contrast to most vampires and especially other monarchs. I thought it was an effective strategy. Godric could not be easily bought with humans or blood, unlike other monarchs who slavered over new meat.
"She cannot be glamored." Godric's movements stopped and he smoothly lifted his body from his chair before walking over to me.
"Where is she."
"My room."
"You will take care of Compton and I will pay the human a last visit." Ah, the human was about to get her wish to die. Too bad she wouldn't know enough to be grateful that my maker was the one to do it. To be ended by Godric was a privilege for any human, they being so worthless for anything other than their blood.
"May I watch?" I surprised myself by asking.
"Her death?"
"Yes."
"Why?" He looked curious. It wasn't often that he did not know my motives, and that was possibly because I did not even know. She had been interesting, not screaming or begging for her life when I approached. It was normal for frightened humans to try and escape, even after it became evident that their deaths were inevitable.
I think I wanted to see if Godric would make her plead for her pathetic existence. It had been so long since my maker had drained and killed. Perhaps we would make a night of it.
"Her behavior was not like that of other humans and it would be prudent to know why she cannot be glamored. There is something other about her and I wish to know what she is before we dispose of her. I also wish to spend the rest of the night with you and the human. Perhaps we can wait until tomorrow?" The thought of being with Godric again made me hard. My maker had taught me all I knew about fucking. He was a perfect bed partner, none were so perceptive as he on what a lover needed. Rough or gentle, he could torturously deny me release until I begged, or indulge and sate every known need and those I didn't know I required. A 1,000 years and he was still deliciously unpredictable.
We would not touch the human but to feed. Rape is an unnecessary evil and I loathe those who use it. The blood would be enough, and she was very sweet smelling, reminding me of honey and the fields of flowers that rose up after the harsh winter of Scandinavia. We would be taken back to a time when we had laid in the grass together, taking in these scents.
"Very well. We will look tonight and I will decide if we save it or end it. I will wait for you before entering the room. I too am wishing to know why she cannot be glamored."
"I will meet you back here shortly." I nodded. The door closed and I was standing in front of the room to the donor pool. My excellent hearing told me that someone was slurping away at a punctured vein. I kicked the door in for effect, confronting a stunned Compton who was fang and dick-deep into a skinny blonde.
"Extract yourself." My words were devoid of emotion, not to be contradicted. The blonde whimpered as he pulled out of her, and I saw there was blood on his cock as well as his lips from how rough he had been. Hurting a donor was sloppy and unnecessary, and I despised that brand of arrogance.
Compton moved to clean himself off, wiping his nether regions with the woman's hair before putting his pants back on. He shoved her head away, knocking her to the ground as she made an effort to crawl away, back to the clumps of the huddled men and women who had been lucky enough to avoid the procurer.
"Glamor her and have her sent to the infirmary. You will pay her medical fees. Come to office B."
"She's fine." The procurer snapped.
"What's that?" I had heard him perfectly well.
"Nothing." He clammed up. I strode out the door to the spare office off this hallway. We had many, all sound proofed and bugged. My iphone connected to the security system and I disabled all the listening devices and cameras in the room. Bill showed up a few minutes later, still stinking of fear, sex and blood.
"Compton, explain to me in great detail why Godric is now the proud owner of a human who cannot be glamored."
"It was a simple mistake." It was not.
"Yes, procuring a human who cannot be controlled by glamor is a simple mistake. No, Compton. I think you are fucking incompetent. He will be most displeased with your ineptitude."
"In my defense," he drawled, "have you ever heard of a human who cannot be glamored?" I had not.
"Irrelevant. Snatching a human before calming them with glamor is careless at best and negligent of your duties at worst. Did you reveal yourself as a vampire? Because that would be the proverbial nail in the coffin."
"This is a hedge case scenario that I do not believe I should be punished for. I have done my duty well for years." His voice became smooth, more professional. Also oily and devious. Irritating.
"I'll take that as a fucking yes. You are a lazy, negligent fuck. No more access to donors and you will not leave the compound. Bagged blood only. And… You will take over as errand boy for the week. For all vampires who require it."
"As I said, it was a mistake on my part, one not to be repeated. Surely, since that is a job done by humans it would be too harsh a punishment." He was doing his best to convince me that he was contrite and conciliatory. I was in no mood to acquiesce to his subtle pleas for mercy.
"It's that or a year in the coffin with silver, Billiam. And I don't think you're old enough to survive that." Most definitely not. His maker was weak, as her maker was. A vampire's strength was determined by the age of his or her blood in the line. Godric being 2,000 years and myself being 1,000, Pam was a great deal stronger than many other vampires. Bill's line had Lorena, a vampire at 800, who had been turned by a vampire not more than a decade older than she. Then she had killed her maker, who had no maker himself, leaving only about 1,000 years of power in their blood.
I continued, "this is entirely on you. The human escaped and she almost made it out of the palace grounds, with an ipad full of information on our entire existence. Now. I can't put you in charge of any humans, because I think you are unscrupulous enough to glamor them for whatever you need instead of taking your punishment like a vampire. For the same reasons I cannot trust you to guard the compound. So yes, this is entirely on you and your consistently provocative procuring methods."
Compton was a seething mess hiding behind a thin veneer of calm. Vampires who had made it over the 100 year mark but not above 3 or 4 lifetimes were like teacup humans. Always thinking that outliving their normal death-day made them truly immortal and throwing tantrums about how special they were to have lived so long. They had forgotten that stakes, silver and the sun were the great equalizers of all vampires. You would think the american vampire in front of me had hung the moon, given how much concern for his welfare he expected from others.
"The next time you need a favor Northman, don't expect it." He said coldly.
"I'm sure I will suffer immensely from your lack of support." I deadpanned before continuing, "secondary to this, when you have your job back you will never again violate the rule of failing to present donors to Godric before adding them to the pool. And I am referencing that disgusting drug-addict blonde you procured for Sophie-Anne."
"Of course, Northman. Do you have further need of me?"
"No."
Without another word, Compton stood and strode out the door. I'd be petitioning Godric to pay his maker so I could destroy him. If Lorena refused, I'd end her before again asking for Bill's life.
Rising, I flipped the cameras and microphones back on before making my way to Godric's office.