A/N: Here is one chapter for the New Year; I have decided that reviews will encourage me to write on a more disciplined manner. If I don't receive any encouragement it will only make the update process slower :) I do intend to continue this fanfic regardless of how many reviews but I repeat: it will only take me more time to get to it. If you love this story, keep me running on creativity. The story is more or less finished in my head; I just have to actually type it and post the chapters. So please remember this is au and this is all the creation of both Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball. I do not own anything except Orly and Ollie Cortes-Isles. And that is my disclaimer.
Tiger by my Side.
They drove to Bon Temps, Louisiana after making sure the she-wolf was tied up nice and good. It was a common fact to the inner group of King Felipe's court that Orly was a skilled assassin; he always made sure that Ollie was there for added protection, which was all a ploy. What no one knew, even the king, was that Ollie was more cold-blooded than him. Even though he had the official title of head assassin, it was Ollie that did all the work most of the time, mainly because she loved it. She reveled that no one knew of her added power except her twin, and she was pure evil when dealing with someone that needed to be offed. It was their act: the subject would attack her thinking she was weak and fragile then would use her power of telekinesis to throw the fanger to Orly who would have either silver shackles or a rifle from the Steve Newlin line. It was pure theatrics and Ollie thrived on it. Orly glanced at her while she had a butterfly knife to the woman's throat.
The woman's name was Debbie Pelt; she wanted to kill anyone that had anything to do with the murder of her mate, some dude named Cooter. Ollie had snorted with laughter and while Debbie wanted to strangle her, she knew better not to start a fight she would undoubtedly pay with her life. I have the morphine in my bag to knock her out when we get to this hick place. I don't want her trying to kill this Sookie girl before we ask her about her parentage. Deal? Orly nodded curtly in response to Ollie's plan. He wanted to know who this Sookie girl was. His thoughts started flowing freely so his twin can get this gist of them, the musings that were going through his mind. She was a telepath, she could read minds, she hung out with vampires and she was wanted dead by the bitch in the ropes. Whatever the outcome was, Sookie was someone he would protect only because this trash had the nerve to attack his sister so who knew if she was a fragile girl. Ollie snorted and Orly couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. You're not invincible, you dumb slut. She started laughing at his concern. She winked at him and pressed the knife to woman's throat.
"Don't even think it, dog. Trust me; I am like 10 steps ahead of you even without reading your mind. Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me." Ollie worded the sentence slowly and menacingly to the point it chilled his blood. She was definitely born either the wrong sex, wrong century, or maybe both. She gave him a withering glance. "Anne Bonny was a pirate during the 1700s. So shut the hell up." He laughed at this analogy and commented,
"I think Anne Bonny would be afraid of your Viking views. Remember, the pirates were just copycatters of the Viking and conquistadors. They were like the criminals because we were the true warriors." Ollie grinned and snapped her head towards the left. We're here.
"I sure as hell hope no one finds this were shit. I don't feel like explaining my actions." Orly was not keen on being discovered holding a woman hostage in the trunk of his Audi, no matter who she was. Ollie was silent and then he heard the thoughts around them.
"Orly, something tells me that this broad is just the filling inside a deep cake of fucked up." Ollie sounded excited. "Let's find this Sookie! From what the were is screaming she's to be found here! Oh I'm so excited! Oh and while we're here lets go and give Eric Northman the formal invite to Felipe's ball in a few days. I really want to meet him, Orly!" She jumps around like a kid and Orly shakes his head in slight amusement. He suddenly gets the feeling they're being watched and he sees that Ollie stopped jumping and she seems wary. She glances at Orly and nods her head towards the direction of the cemetery. I think we have a fanger in our midst. Follow. She starts walking towards the graveyard in front of the Stackhouse residence when suddenly a figure leaps from nowhere but Ollie, acting on the instinct of the vampire blood in her, was already prepared for the assault. She grabs the guy's shirt and flings him to the trunk of the nearby tree. He immediately gets back on his feet and just as Orly was going to get the chains, his sister was already forming the orb in her hand, her final act before anyone went down for the count. Just as she's about to launch the orb at the vampire, the vampire stops his attack and looks dumbfounded. This hesitance doesn't sway Ollie and she flings at him anyway. He's knocked down and Orly immediately throws the chains on him, causing the vampire to minimize his struggles. Ollie saunters to the vampire and stands over him, while Orly warily stands back. Stop being so fucking theatrical. Do not let him know we're telepathic. I've already set myself up with the orb. Orly turned away in acknowledgment as he surveyed the surroundings and returned his glare to the vampire who looked confused at Ollie.
"What was the point of the assault, fanger? It seems a little cliché even for a vamp to attack a human in a graveyard. Good thing I wore my military coat with the hood attached. I do love adding a sense of flair, don't you think?" Ollie was conversating with the vampire as if they were a pair of normal humans as opposed to a blood thirsty fae and a seriously hung up vampire.
"What are you doing here? And why are you looking for Sookie?" The vamp spoke with a deep Southern accent and it threw both the twins off. Ollie started giggling and slowly, seductively, lowered herself to ground level, where her hip dangerously hovered over the vampire's own hip; it gave an illusion of Ollie straddling the undead man and Orly felt sick looking at his twin; he heard her laughing at him in his mind and he vowed silently to make her pay, which caused her to laugh more loudly. The vampire looked transfixed at her laughter, which was melodious but had a twinge of sinister which only few have been able to detect.
"You're part fae, aren't you?" The sentence leaves the twins silent as they look at the vampire in shock. All joking aside, Ollie's face loses its spark as her face darkens in suspicion. Orly was immediately by her side.
"How the fuck do you know? And who the fuck are you, fanger?" Orly was livid and yet curious. He didn't think anyone else knew of fae; this vampire must be pretty old for him to know of such lineage. Ollie was thinking the same thing but she was more guarded. She pulled out her all silver butterfly knife that was laced with some poison that was made to incapicate a vampire for a few hours and flipped it open stealthily. She held it to the vampire's throat as she gave him a once over.
"What's your name, vampire? I am Olivia Cortes-Isles. This here is my twin Orlando. Now, who are you." She demanded it more than asked.
"My name is Bill Compton. I was making sure if Sookie had returned from wherever she went and also keeping an eye on her property. I assume your family?" Ollie snorted.
"Not bloody likely. More like curious. Her name came up in an investigation we are conducting as part of the implementation of the new regime. We work with King Felipe de Castro, who was asked by the Authority to take over the states of Mississippi and Louisiana thanks to the mess the late monarchs made in their quest for power. Now what we want to know is what side you had a hand in? Where did your allegiance lie?" The vampire averted his eyes which clued in to the twins he was about to lie or not tell the entire truth. Ollie cut him off before he began,
"Nevermind. I can already tell where this is headed. Now, here's the deal. We need to find Sookie Stackhouse for business and personal reasons. And I don't really give a fuck of who you are; you weren't important to either of the two lunatics so something tells me you were playing a tricky game of cards of deciding where your loyalty lied. And apparently, you bluffed and dealt a bad hand. So here is what I am going to do with your scruffy ass: I am going to take you to your coffin and tie it up with these lovely silver chains that are all over your body. Then I am going to bury you alive here for the present time and make sure you don't go anywhere." Bill started laughing at her plan and Ollie was intrigued as to what he was thinking. I'd give anything to hear a vampire's mind at this point don't ya think, brother? Orly smiled in agreement; he knew what the vampire was thinking. All men were alike, dead or alive. He was going to make the same mistake in the past before; Bill Compton was underestimating his sister. Orly leaned on a nearby tombstone and began to smirk. "What's so funny, Mr. Compton?" Ollie asked in an annoying Southern accent that was beyond fake.
"Well, you might be a fae and such, obviously you're pretty strong and fit for a human. But how on earth will you be able to do all those things? After all, in the end, you are a human." He said this as a fact, which Ollie took as a jibe. She smirked identically as Orly did, and she acted fast as she leapt from his hip and held her hand in a general direction. A sudden crash was heard and for once Bill looked unsure of what to do and his eyes bulged as a casket came from no where. Ollie looked pleased with herself delighting in her power of telekinesis; the casket opened and as she lifted Bill into the air Orly was poised to take the chains off as she lowered him into the casket. Just then Ollie threw him in the casket and as she made to slam the opening Orly took the chains in a speed quick for a human that left Bill speechless and began to protest when the casket slammed shut. Orly tied the shackles all over and with a flick of her hand a grave was immediately made and with a gleeful force she threw the casket in. Within a second the casket was buried neatly as if it had never been dug up. Ollie took delight in burying someone for the first time, not caring that it was a vampire. She turned to look at Orly who was holding his stomach from laughing so hard. She noticed a shadow in the bushes and she grew alert.
Orly also had sensed the presence and looked to where Ollie was staring. Another one…where the fuck are we? Transylvania? Fuck! Ollie was annoyed that someone else caught her in the act; no one knew of her being Orly's right hand sidekick and that's how she wanted to keep it. It pissed her off someone had been watching them the entire time. She knew it wasn't anyone in Felipe's circle; this was another fanger. She sighed and Orly backed away as the orb formed again and she flung it at the trees. In the same instant a woman leaped in front of the twins and held her hands in effort to calm them down. They each stood looking at her when the woman was gazing at them with such scrutiny and interest; she was vampire it was obvious. But while the other vampire was immediately on the defensive, this one was examining them, Ollie was impressed. This vampire was a shrewd one, one who assessed her opponents rather than act out on sheer brute strength.
She was blonde, svelte, and Ollie couldn't help but drool for her shoes. Orly rolled his eyes and Ollie smiled sheepishly. The woman's eyes narrowed as she gauged the two of them began to smile. Ollie smiled in a falsely sweet way which had the one woman raise her eyebrows and a look of lust passed over her face. Orly was tiring of these antics and spoke up.
"Who the fuck are you? Are you also looking for Sookie Stackhouse?" The woman rolled her eyes at the name but wasn't as disgusted as the she wolf in their trunk. She was bored but curious at the same time.
"I've been keeping watch on behalf of my boss. She disappeared a week ago and he's been a little…worried for lack of a better word. By the way my name is Pam and I work for Eric Northman." She knew why they were here and she was fascinated these humans were assassins and good ones. A damn shame she couldn't bribe them away from their current vacancy.
Ollie's eyes lit up and Orly knew this was too much of a coincidence. Ollie was agreeing with him but that didn't stop her from getting excited to meet Godric's progeny. She finally spoke,
"So you must be his progeny then?" Ollie was visibly excited and Pam was immediately annoyed that another human was lusting for Eric. Why couldn't she find a swinging female who liked the best of both worlds, she asked herself. "We need to dispatch an invite to him but I have personal reasons to see him too. I've heard of him for most of my life and I need to get some information from him." Pam's bored face began to falter slightly and Orly took over the conversation,
"It isn't anything to do with King Felipe; its something that connects Ollie to him. She just wants some answers concerning his own Maker." Pam struggled to maintain her bored expression, but she was finding it hard to do. These humans had known Godric, and possibly more intimately from the girl's behalf. This was going to suck; she probably didn't know Godric was dead. Damn.
"Well, what does King Felipe want of Eric?" She asked nonchalantly. Ollie took out an envelope from a jacket that Pam was admiring. It fit the human nicely. She took the envelope which contained an invitation to a ball he was giving. She looked at the place and snorted.
"Is he fucking kidding?" Ollie smirked while Orly informed her,
"That's his new place for the time being as he settles on how he is to rule the states and who should be given power to control the kingdoms. He is seriously considering Eric but he needs to know what happened from his own words and he has to know he can trust Eric. He likes that fact that Eric older than him and wishes to remain in a more hands on role than the role of a monarch. After the fiascos of the Queen and the King the sheriff is indeed the wiser." Pam was impressed. These human siblings, twins from what she can gather, were well informed and must be trustworthy. "As for the locale, well we don't like it either. But it is grand and he hopes Ollie can change it up a bit." She sees Ollie roll her eyes and she smiles a genuine smile for once.
"By the way, your names are again…?" Orly smiles and introduces himself and his twin.
"My name is Orlando Cortes-Isles and this is my twin sister Olivia. We go by Orly and Ollie and Felipe likes to pronounce our last names the Spanish way so we also go by Cortes de Islas. We must get going and dispose of some trash in the trunk of our car. Please extend that invite to your boss. It is important that both of you show up." Orly takes her hand and kisses it while Ollie waves. Pam asks her the same thing Bill asked,
"So you're fae then; you must be related to Sookie." The twins glance at each other, quiet for a few moments. They seem to make a decision and Ollie answers,
"We don't know. We've been orphaned for so long we wouldn't be surprised if we were. But she has come up in the investigation and Felipe is a bit curious about her. He isn't focused on her yet but if there is a connection between her and Eric Northman, we want to assess it before we bring it up to him." Pam is satisfied with the answer and she nods her head.
"Does the King know of your lineage?" Ollie looks pained but she needs to be honest; Orly nodded in agreement. Ollie sighed before responding,
"He knows I am fae from some descendants. We come from a line of many heritages; our dominant ones are Spanish and Swedish. But he doesn't know of the orb I form with my hand. He also doesn't know that I am just as skilled of an assassin as Orly. We like to remain together." She said this last part fervently and Orly was by her side, protective and sinister looking all of a sudden. Pam liked these two a lot. And she was intrigued; this was rare. She bade them goodbye and disappeared with lightening speed. The twins looked at each other and Ollie made a face; Orly heard her thoughts too and groaned in frustration.
"What the fuck are we going to do with her?" Ollie immediately brightened up and Orly looked at her in confusion.
"She shall be our little prisoner. Lets drug her again and take her to Felipe. He needs to know one of them fucking weres, but we'll lock her up in one of the cellars with chains. I won't read her mind until after the ball, after we meet Eric Northman. I wrote a small note in that invitation to come early before everyone else shows up so we can meet him before the questions begins." Ollie was determined to know Godric's progeny. And Ollie couldn't deny her. They made their way to car, not caring about Bill Compton and him being buried six feet under, with no way of getting out unless the twins gave the hint, which they had no idea on doing.
Fangtasia…1 hour later.
What the fuck was taking Pam so long, Eric asked himself. He had asked her to do one thing and she's fucking taking her time. Something of importance better have come up and he heard her steps enter Fangtasia! She looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I was caught with something important that might interest you and possibly come out of this clean." She tosses him the envelope and tells him of what she saw and whom she met. He read the invitation and growls. He leans on the counter and rakes his hair with his hand. He then catches on to something Pam had talked about.
"A pair of fae twins? And they work for Felipe and they're human?" Eric seemed confused and saw Pam's admiration of the twins she met.
"You should have seen them, Eric. The girl alone was brilliant and how she without a flinch could conjure up the orb; the boy was fast and skilled. They were both so beautiful; I also believe they're telepathic while the girl had telekinetic powers. Damn if only they weren't loyal to King Felipe. You could tell they were well informed for being human; I believe they are of importance to him." Eric nodded in agreement.
"I had heard something along time ago to the effect of him having what some of our kind referred to as human pets. But these twins are way too knowledgeable to be mere pets or toys. Their powers alone make them formidable to humans and our kind as well. You said the girl was keen on meeting me? Why?" Pam came to the part of the story she dreaded to tell; she knew Eric believed to have seen an apparition of Godric which compelled him to bury Russell alive. She was hesitant which Eric noticed and it infuriated him.
"DAMN IT PAM! What the fuck does this girl want to meet me?" Pam cut to the point and in a flat voice she likes to use when concerning Godric,
"I think she knew Godric and she wants to know of him; her look said it all. I believe she was Godric's human lover."
