A/N: I am so greatful for the response for this story! I didn't expect any of my stories to be so popular. And I have to admit something; I am a huge Realjena fan (I have read all of her stories hehe) so when I got a comment from her the other night, I must say I squealed a little. lol I have had a pretty rough couple days so I may be writing out another chapter or two! I hope you all enjoy this one and I will be introducing three characters from SVM, two of which are in this chapter. It was on a whim, so I figured I would try it out and see where it took me! Again thanks to everybody for the great reviews, and for reading my stuff! Please ignore any typos or errors.

Pam

The night air was muggy and sticky, if she was human she would be drenched in sweat. This was a summer of record heats supposidly, but it didn't affect her.

She walked into the nightclub, music blasting, and was instantly hit with the disgusting smells of the humans; lust, envy, sweat. Sometimes she wondered how the humans didn't smell it themselves, but then again she was a vampire and they were just lowly humans. She had never been to fond of them, only good for feeding and fucking. But somehow, over the last few years, she had found herself getting more and more attached to her maker's human. Given she wasn't just a human, but for the most part.

As she walked through the club, she nodded at the petite brunette woman sitting on Eric's throne and zipped to her office. Not half a second later, the woman came in and sat down across the desk from her.

"Thalia, we have a slight problem." Pam said as she leaned back in her chair.

The Greek woman just raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded.

"Have you heard of a man named 'Warlow'?"

Thalia's eyes widened a little for a split second before she schooled her face again, but Pam had already seen it.

"Who is he Thalia?"

Thalia straightened in her chair. "I am not entirely sure. I have never met him but I have heard rumors. He is said to be a cruel vampire. Possibly the cruelest. It is said that he would kill entire villages just because he they would be in his way on his nightly walk. I even heard once that the Kings of the Old World had to lock him away, where I am not sure. Deep in the earth or ocean I assume." She paused here and looked at Pam. "Why do you ask?"

Pam leaned forward and pinched the bridge of her nose. "It seems that he has contacted Sookie tonight."

Thalia was quiet. "If he has staked a claim on the Sheriff's woman, he will be coming to collect her soon."

"Yes, I know."

"Sheriff will fight back."

"Yes, I know."

"Possibly be killed. Warlow is not one to cross."

"I'm getting that. Is there anything more pertinent you would like to add to this?"

Thalia was quiet for a moment longer before standing. "I will fight with you. I will start going to ground at the woman's home. I also have a colleague I will call to come from California. He is especially...effective in cases of needing to make someone dissapear for good."

Pam let out a relieved smile. "Thank you, will you call tonight?"

Thalia nodded and zipped out of the office and out the back employee's entrance.

Pam leaned back again and swivled her chair around to look at the room. It used to be bare of anything, a cold impersonal room and she had liked it that way. But looking at it now, with its mish mash of memorbilia- pictures, colors of sports teams, etc.- that Sookie herself had hung.

Pam's eyes landed on one item in paticular and her smile widened. The silver sword that had decapitated Bill Fucking Compton.

That had been a good day.

Eric

He pulled into the small lot of the private airline hanger. He jumped out of his Corvette and slowly made his way into the hanger where there was a jet with its enginges still running. He looked around and saw the hulking man he was seeking.

"Dawson." he said by way of greeting as he walked up to him and turned to look at the jet.

"Sheriff, how is your woman?"

"She is sleeping still. I will be glad to get this over so she will be back to normal. Tara is staying with her, as are Alcide and Thalia. If anything occurs I will be informed."

The wolf nodded. "I will send Amelia over tomorrow so she can put up some protection wards. When will the Brujo get back?"

Lafayette had been on a year long vacation, to just about everywhere in the world. He needed to get out of this podunk town and 'cleanse his mind', as he told Sookie and Eric.

"I have left word with some of his collegues, hopefully he will be able to come back in a couple days." Eric nodded to the jet that was now opening its doors. "Do you know what this is about?"

Dawsone shrugged. "Not a clue. Godric called and said that what ever was coming need protection if we were facing Warlow"

Eric nodded.

There was a line of Anubis employees coming out of the private jet, most carrying guns. They looked cautiously around checking the perimeter, one nodding at Eric and Dawson in acknowledgement. They said something on the radio and one of the men ran up the steps to go inside the jet. He emerged a few minutes later and after him came two men, vampires, who were the biggest ugliest vampires Eric had seen. They were missing some teeth and were covered in scars and had hair that was cropped impossibly close to their scalps.

The person who emerged next surprised Eric.

She hadn't changed much, her brown hair longer perhaps, her smile brighter and more genuine. She was also dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a black tank top with a dark faery creature imprinted on the front. What caught his attention the most was the large book she was carrying.

She trotted behind the much bigger men and approached Eric and Dawson.

"Eric, I would like to introduce you to Sigebert and Wybert, they have been appointed my bodyguards. At least for a few days until Godric and Jason arrive."

Eric couldn't really find his voice. His maker had not only sent knowledge of his new enemy but had sent backup and was shortly coming.

"Natalia."