You have two new messages. The robotic sound of her voice mail clicked, pausing for a few seconds before letting the first message. "Hello Miss. Wood, my name is Shelly Mants and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Blight, he would like to buy some of your property at well over it's value, if you would call us back we'd love to settle on a price. Thank You." Violet snorted, the sound was unattractive yet still fitting. Money was nothing more then paper and meant less to her then the message on her machine.
She hit the delete button and waited for the click of the next message to start.
"Hi, Violet Wood? This is Sam Merlotte the owner of Merlotte's Bar and Grill, we talked a few weeks ago about maybe you sellin' some of your produce to me to use? Well, my vegetable guy recently...uh...retired and I was hopin' you could call me back as soon as possible. Thank you." The message clicked off she looked at the clock, it was only 6 o'clock so it shouldn't be to late to call the restaurant and talk about what it was exactly he wanted.
So Violet grabbed her phone and started walking up the stairs to her room, dialing the phone with one hand and unzipping her short sundress with the other. She had just allowed the cotton material to slip from her shoulders and land on the floor when the first ring echoed through to her.
After four rings and Violet starting to think that maybe it was to late to call the business, someone picked up, "Merlotte's Bar and Grill." The soft southern voice of a female fluttered through the phone and make Violet smile on the other end. She always had a soft spot for the soft ring of a southern accent.
"Hi, I'm Violet Wood I was wondering if I could speak to Mr. Merlotte?" There was a short pause where the women was yelling for a man who could have been two or two hundred feet away, either way, her voice would have reached him. While she waited for someone to say something into the phone again she pulled out a pair of black jeans and a red corset top.
"Hello, Miss. Wood?" A man's voice fell through the phone and she could almost hear his annoyance at being pulled away from whatever it was he had been doing. Violet rested the phone on her shoulder, keeping it in place by tilting her head to one side, while she slid the jeans onto herself.
"Yes, Mr. Merlotte, I got your message and didn't want to keep you waiting." She had stopped into his small place one evening the week before on her way to a meeting with a bridal consultant about her flowers. "I hope I'm not inturupting anything important," she finished buttoning the denim onto herself.
It had become routine for Godric to play his pan flute nightly, and even if she wasn't at the club, she would dance, her powers energizing the plants in her green house and making them grow faster then they normally would. Which only meant she was able to branch out into the world of getting paid for what she loved once again. But tonight he wanted to speak with her, he had a few weeks to "do some research", so he wished to speak with her at her home. And she complied, he was her satyr after all.
"No, no, just a busy night." Sam replied while Violet rethought her top as she held it up to her skin and looked at it in the mirror. "I was hoping we could set up a meeting within the next few days so I could see what you have and all of that." Violet could hear the sound of a bottle being opened on the other end.
"Well if you want to I can give you the address and you can stop by some time this week?" She replied pulling out a yellow tank top instead and pulled it over her head, the task hard, yet still doable. When Sam began to speak again there as a knock on her door, making her sprint to answer it. "...does between 10 and 11 tomorrow work?" She caught the last bit of what he was saying as she answered the door, Godric standing behind it. She motioned for him to come in as she stepped away from the door to answer the man on the phone.
"Yes, that sounds perfect." She gave him her address and hung up, Godric still standing by the front door as if he where worried about venturing inside.
She tilted her head and closed the door behind him before walking towards the kitchen. "Are you hungry?" She asked while walking to the refrigerator and holding onto the handle while looking at him. He was walking slowly around her living room, eyes almost wide as he did so.
"No. I want to speak with you somewhere you feel comfortable, but it doesn't seem you spend much time in here." He was right, she spent most of her time outside, in the greenhouses or just sitting in the yard. It's not that she didn't love it in her home, but she just felt more like her self in her yard, naked, and dancing.
"Uhm, the tree greenhouse?" She suggested, walking to the front door. He smiled lightly and followed her down the darkened path to a glass house with green leaves shining through the walls. She opened the door and walked into the humid room sitting on a small stone bench in the center of the room.
"It's beautiful in here." He said, looking around, his eyes landing on Violet and his smile reaching them. "Eric had asked that night if being your satyr is like our claim on a human, and from what I read it is kind of like that, correct?" She thought it over for a f minutes before answering.
"When a vampire claims a human, from my own interactions, it's to ward off other vampires from feeding on the humans they have claimed. But vampire's wont be able to do that to me so a claim is a little extreme. I mean..." She signed, looking for the words in the air, "I have power to help nature without you, no plant has ever died on me, but most of the trees here where just starting to root and when I found you my power just exploded. Your song, its peaceful and it brings things together which is why my power is focused that way. If it where angry or hurtful, I could kill nature."
They looked at each other, Godric smiled and took her hand running his thumb over the back of it, quietly asking her to explain more.
"I am connected to you, forever going to be listening to your song, needing you to help me fuel my powers even if I live for centuries and we separate, a part of who I am will be attached to you." She touched his cheek, the skin cold against her hand, he closed his eyes for a moment before looking back at her.
"I will not stop you if you wish to pursue a relationship with Pam, Vio-" He cut himself off, looking at her for a moment, before correcting himself, "my nymph." She laughed softly under her breathe, which was not the reaction he was looking for.
"Neither Pam nor I where meant to live in the time we grew up." She said, a tinge of nostalgia racing through her, "we where build sexually and mentally for a time when we had more freedom. Our mothers where in love with the idea of their daughters being debutantes, being kept women. Kept in the bed of some man they choose for us, kept pregnant, kept in the life they had for themselves.
We loved each other, Pam and I, but in the sense that we found in each other the ability to be ourselves. Besides, neither one of us was made for monogamy." She finished, her words washing over the ancient man. He understood, of course, especially over his many years. Humans and penguins mate for life, but immortals (or near immortals) cannot expect such things.
"If we ever started a sexual relationship and you wanted me stop sleeping with others I would be compelled not to." His shock was now evident, his expression failing him. Was this part of being a satyr to a nymph? He could command her to do things and she would have to? This would definitely be something he was not comfortable with. He didn't even feel completely okay with glamoring human's so much anymore.
"I am not okay with having the power to make you do things." Violet shook her head at his statement.
"You wouldn't but if that day ever comes I wouldn't want to make you feel the need to hurt any men or women I may sleep with. I understand that vampires are quite territorial."
As the night wore on they continued to talk, they discussed the pros and cons of technology now compared to when she was younger. For instance, they both agreed that phones where an amazing invention; being able to get a hold of people without waiting weeks and months for a reply to a letter, but having that ability still takes some of the personalization out of communicating.
They also felt things where done in a nicer way back then, even when people where being mean they didn't try and rip each other apart. Women could be civil to the women with whom their husbands had laid and even if their where some snide comments, they didn't try and destroy the others lives. "One time, Angela—who was Whitney Rousseau's mother—had an exchange of words with Penelope Quincy about her garters being left in their guest room.
They spoke over glasses of champagne, voices low, and smiles plastered on their faces all while waving to other women. Now women just claw at each other, pull hair instead of strings. Even if someone was telling me how horrible of a person I am, I'd rather them do it over a nice drink without anyone going to the hospital."
Godric laughed as she finished her story, and he felt that this women, this nearly immortal, forever seventeen, wood nymph was better company then those in either world he tried to live. Vampires have always been about rank, about who was older and who had claim on what and who they knew in positions higher then their own. Humans, while not much different, did not have the privilege (or curse, depending on the mood) to live though as much history as they had. Their stories ran out as hey only had one life time, but both of them had a century's worth of stories to learn from one another.