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Maker, Child and Destiny Makes Four

Chapter 7

Scene – An opulent suite at the Silent Shores Hotel Dallas an hour before sunset.

Eric's POV

I awake in my travel coffin and in my eagerness to see my…? What do I call her? Sookie is not my Pet and Girlfriend seems too inconsequential my Sookie is the other half of me. The other half that I had not realized was missing until she walked her fine ass into my bar. We have yet to formalize our relationship with everything that happened yesterday but I suppose formalities are not the priority at this point in time. I am just happy that I can with confidence now say that Sookie – Is – Mine. Having that knowledge makes me hard. I wish she was here right now so I could claim woman good and proper. Settle Northman there's too much at stake at the moment to be thinking with your dick. One challenge at a time and Godric has to be my priority.

Taking a deep breath I do not need, I centre myself and reach out through the magic in my blood searching for those connected to me. I naturally expect to feel at first the strong tie I have with my Child, even though she is all the way back in Shreveport. The blood bond we share is a strong one and for now will overshadow the fledgling bond I have with my little Fae.

As soon as my consciousness connects to my blood I'm immediately overwhelmed with joy, relief, love and – trepidation? I'm blown away because for the first time in years I am experiencing the full and overpowering strength of my Maker.

Tears of relief are running down my cheeks before I realize. I have missed this connection, even though right up until this very moment I hadn't realized it.

I will be with you soon, my Father - my Brother - my Son. I send out to him and feel another wave of his encompassing emotions flow into our starving bond. This is good. I will not have to involve Sookie now. I will be able to find Godric myself by tracking him through our blood connection.

My mobile phone is beeping and flashing notifying me of the usual backlog of messages awaiting my attention. I begin to scan the list of messages and at the same time reach out into the bond I have with my Angel. I hope that our attachment is strong enough to call her too me and we can spend some time before our vampire allies arrive. There is still so much we need to discuss about us so we can clarify just what 'us' is.

It's hard to receive even the faintest answer from my blood in Sookie's veins. All I can seem to register is my Master as his emotions continue to stream through me. I concentrate harder and I can feel my Child her mind dormant as she rests still in her day slumber but as far as establishing my link to Sookie… I can feel that our bond is still there but it is like something blocking us from each other keeping me from feeling her. There is no reason our bond should feel this way, unless she is actually miles away from me or she is on deaths door. Just as I am about to leave my room I come across a very disturbing message.

"Human female abducted from aircraft hanger – Dallas. Awaiting instructions… ?" I immediately exit my coffin.

The next and last message is a voice mail from a person I learn is named Fawn –

"Hello Mr Northman. I got this number from the booking information we had from you. My name is Fawn and I was the attendant on Miss Sookies' flight this morning. To make it short Francis the pilot was acting more strange than usual today and so on a hunch I followed him after Sookies' abduction.

He made a B-line to the Fellowship Church headquarters here in Dallas. It's now 3pm and he still has not emerged from the building. He has been talking allot this past week about a special ceremony that is happening there tonight. I will remain here and keep watch Sir so if you need anything from me, let me know using the number you now have.

Oh! I know that Sookie is here because the van that the abductors drove is parked 'round back near the staff entrance. Beeeeep."

"a A aaahhh Ah!" I yell my battle cry at the top of my lungs and before I am aware another phone bites the dust having left a hole through the wall into the sitting room of my suite. I move into the sitting room just in time to see the phone hit the wall on the far side smashing to smithereens.

There is a small contingent of Were's in the room resuming their paces after having ducked for cover. I grabbed the closest one to me. I was going to eviscerate every single one of these incompetent creatures.

Just as I am about to rip out his arms from their sockets and beat him with the wet ends when I am bowled over by a command from my Maker through our bond. The order is not in words but the message is clear all the same – STOP! There is no ignoring him. I know I must stop what I am doing. I may have to stop disassembling the mutt but that doesn't mean I can't throw him at the closest wall. So there is now a Were size hole in the bedroom wall. The rest of the 'dogs' are on point now, waiting to see my next move. They know full well I could kill all in this room in a blink of an eye.

"What in the fuck happened?" I demand of the room. Resting my gaze on Alcide Herveaux, the Were in charge of the motley crew of recalcitrant thugs.

"Sheriff, Miss Stackhouse was walking from the aircraft to the limo when she was grabbed from behind. The chauffer ran after the kidnapper jumping in front of his van trying to impede his escape. Even though he had jumped up and was holding on to the front of the van the driver finally shook him off and kept on going.

Whoever organized this Sheriff Northman, knew exactly what our procedure was going to be today. He must have had inside information."

"Mr Herveaux, are you trying to tell me that one of my vampires is a traitor? He is just about to answer when we are interrupted by a knock on the door to the suite. Herveaux sends two of his men to answer the door.

"Sir, I'm not saying it is one of your Vamps. But is it at all possible that someone in the Dallas retinue…"

"What?" The voice is that of Isabella. "Someone in the Dallas retinue - what? Done what? Is What?" She stands in the middle of the room ready to take on the world. Godric has done well choosing her as his second. Stan 'The Cowboy' stands behind her backing her up. I must say, I am impressed with Herveaux. He neither starts nor cowers in the presence of the angry vampires.

"Isabelle." I acknowledge her but not her attitude. "Do you know anything about the abduction of my human?" Straight away she straightens her stance and changes her demeanor.

"Your Telepath?" I nod "No Eric. I expected to see her here with you. What happened?" I explained to her how Sookie had been abducted from the Annubis airline hanger.

"I have no idea how that could be. The only ones that knew of you coming privately were Hugo and myself."

"Who is this Hugo you speak of?" Maybe Herveaux is onto something.

"He is my human Eric. We are bonded." Isabella states in a confrontational manner.

"And where is your bonded human now?" I ask angrily. Surely if they are bonded he would have come with her to meet Sookie. Again Godrics' second changes her demeanor.

"I have not seen him since I fell into my day state." She hangs her head. "I feel him but only barely. I have no idea what is wrong with him or where he is." Raising her head again she continues. "After we have fulfilled our duty to our King, I will search for him but Stan and I have been ordered to retrieve you and your retinue and to meet his Majesty at FOTS HQ."

"Let's not keep him waiting." That's the one place I want to be. "Herveaux." I signal the Were with a heads-up to follow and vamp after Isabelle and Stan.

Scene

The carpark of the Fellowship of the Sun Church and main Headquarters - Dallas

Eric's POV

I can't believe what I am seeing. The carpark is full of mingling crowds of Churchgoers and reporters, Vampire and Human authorities. We find the King of Texas along with the Vampire Authories' representative Nan Flannagan in the middle of the largest media scrum. We push our way through the mayhem. I make sure to watch for enemies carrying weapons, this would be a perfect opportunity for the FOTS Zealots to make an attempt to kill one of us.

Isabelle and Stan reach the King and Nan first bowing low in deference. I choose to give a polite nod he is not my King and Nan has no power that I acknowledge. She is just a puppet to the Authority just as Compton is to our Queen. Nan addresses me.

"Northman we need you to get inside. Newlin has yet to emerge and the FBI will be here anytime. Do nothing illegal. We need to play everything by the human book as much as possible. See if you can get in with a reporter…" She points to a crowd milling around the front door of the 'Church' "so they can be witness to what you find. We will need unbiased Human testimony. When you find him, follow Godrics' lead he is in charge of the situation inside. Take two of your retinue with you (No Vamps) for back-up." I nod and immediately make my way to the doorway. Herveaux and his offsider Dawson meet me just as I reach the crowd of reporters.

"Come with me and stay sharp." They both nod assuming their game faces. I politely push through the crowd to the door and knock. Everyone suddenly goes quiet, waiting to see what sort of reception I will receive. TV cameramen are moving as quickly as they can into to position to cover my interaction with the humans inside the building. A pretty, well groomed woman answers the door. Where is Newlin?

"May I help you? She says in fear and confusion. The reporters behind me start pushing and yelling.

"Mrs Newlin. Mrs Newlin. Do you have anything to say Mrs Newlin? Are you gonna' talk to the Vamp. Mrs Newlin? Let's see what you have to say to his face!" They snigger among themselves. I turn and address them.

"Please, people, where are your manners? That is no way to speak to a lady. Calm yourselves." I turn back to Mrs Newlin and enter her mind. "Dear lady, I was wondering if it would be possible for me to enter your building. I believe I have a couple of friends inside. I have no intention of hurting you or any of your people." I turn back to view the crowd and smile benevolently.

"Um… Sure… I guess come on in." Mrs Newlin opens the door for me to entre.

"Do you mind if I bring one or two of these humans with me just so you can be sure I mean you no harm?"

"Sure. That's a great idea. Thanks." I turn and act like I'm picking the first people I see.

"You, you and you – come with me." I step inside followed closely by Herveaux, Dawson and a man a recognized as a reporter for one of the National papers. We follow Mrs Newlin further into the building. When we get further down the corridor we start to see people sticking their heads out from office doorways taking in what is going on. A man I recognize exits an office and almost has a fit when he sees his wife is not alone. Quickly pulling the door closed behind him he asks.

"What the hell do you think your doing Sarah?" Ah Steve you couldn't have played a better hand.

"Steve honey, this here is Mr… I'm sorry I didn't catch your name before." Sarah Newlin looks at me with a vapid expression.

"Mr Northman. Eric Northman." I offer and reach out my hand to shake the preachers.

"I'll not be shaking the hand of any Child of Satan." He flings his hands behind his back. "And what is this trash you have brought into our Sanctuary with you?" Newlin was eyeing off the three men behind me. "More of your pets?"

"Mr Newlin, what do you mean – "more of my pets?"" I turn and look at the reporter to include him in the exchange. "I do not keep pets. When have you been in the company of a pet of mine that would lead you to enquire about more of them?" Newlin doesn't answer my question instead the nut ploughs on.

"You and your fangbangers, you bring your darkness into this place of light. Turn away now before God strikes you down."

"Steve, honey… these men are the press. They came to make sure Mr Northman kept his word about not harming us." Mrs Newlin motioned the men to come forward. The reporter moved first.

"Mr Newlin. I am Ian Bradock from the Dallas Morning News. As your wife says I have never met Mr Northman before and I am here just to observe." Newlins' face falls realizing his attitude has been out of order.

"What about you others?" He asks my guards.

"Sorry Sir." Dawson answers. "We were just coming for the lock-in and got picked out of the crowd to come inside." Herveaux was nodding in agreement as Dawson continued. "I go by Ray Doors and this here is my buddy Sid Harvey. We've been waiting to come face to face with you for a coons age and lookie Sid here we stand." Herveaux and Dawson stand side by side and both give the Newlins a cat that got the cream smile.

"Yeah." Is all Herveaux has to say, leaving the corridor deadly quiet.

"Well praise His light. We are always happy to meet fellow believers." Sarah Newlin chimes in to break the uncomfortable silence. "Mr Northman you should let my husband know what it is we can do for you." The Reverend just waits to hear what I have to say.

"I was told, by a credible source that my bonded human was taken by force from the Dallas airfield where we landed today and brought here undoubtedly against her will. I am also certain that the local Vampire Sheriff is being held here against his will after being forcefully taken from his home a week ago." Mr Bradock seems to be holding some sort of recording device and he moves in closer. I can feel his heartbeat quicken with his anticipation of the scoop he is about to get.

"What sort of rubbish is this?" Newlin postures.

"Yes Mr Northman, what are you talking about?" Sarah Newlin asks.

"I know through my sources that my human and my friend are in the Basement of this very building." Stuff the sources I could feel them but even this close my connection to Sookie was very faint. Steve Newlin was about to blow his stack when his wife intercedes again.

"I can assure that there is nothin' untoward down there. We just use the basement to store our training equipment. Come I'll show you myself."

"Sarah what do you think you're doing?" The Reverend reprimands her. Not paying him any heed she just walks away before he can an attempt to stop her.

"Sweetie you know as well as I do, we do nothing wrong here. Our only purpose is to do Gods work. We have nothing to hide." Newlin looks like he wants to murder his wife but before he can make any reaction we hear the front door being broken down accompanied by lots of yelling.

"This is the FBI!... Stay where you are!... Get down on the floor!" Before they can get to us I take off at a jog followed by my guards and Ian Bradock. What a story for him. Sarah is waiting holding the basement door open for us.

"There y'all are. Where's Steve?" She was moving her head side to side trying to see past us.

"Oh, he had to go answer the door." I tell her as I slip past her and down the steps that lead to my Lover and my Maker. As soon as I reached the open doorway I had smelled Sookies blood but down actually in the basement it was overwhelming.

Directly at the bottom of the stairs was an area that had been used as a makeshift torture room. A human man was sprawled out on the floor moaning and holding his side with one hand while the other was trying to stem the flow of blood from a head wound. I turned to Ray and Sid.

"You two check on him." Sarah was half way down the steps having to take the steps cautiously with her high heeled pumps on. "Mrs Newlin you will need to call 911. There is an injured man here." When she reached the bottom of the steps she moved to see who it was.

"Mr Ayers!... Hugo, who did this to you?"

"Mrs Newlin call 911 then you can ask him questions."

"Yes… there's a phone down here in this office." ans she moved through a door and I moved to find my Maker, Sookie must be with him.

"Oh – My – Lord!" Bradock exclaimed as he took in what lay in front of us at the other end of the basement. My lover was lying unconscious and pale on a stretcher bed and my maker was sitting on the concrete floor almost in a fetal position chained to the cell with silver. Raw and bleeding welts encircled his wrists and ankles and you could see the paths of dry blood down his body and clothes where he had been affected by the bleeds during the day. How did Nan get the impression that he had this situation under control? Bradock made to move into the cage.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I said almost in a whisper. Bradock took another step and Godric immediately came to life lunging at the reporter. I pulled him out of the way just in time.

"I told you not to do that. This Vampire may not have been fed at all over the past week. Hungry Vampires are very dangerous." I could smell urine and feces. I don't think Ian Bradock was going to forget this experience in a hurry.

"Wh… what about the w… woman?" I had to admire his care for my bonded, he didn't even know her. Buy this time Godric had communicated to me via our connection and I knew he was not as affected as he was making out to be. I looked at Sookie and back to my maker who gave me a slight negative shake of his head.

"Stay away. I know this Vampire and the woman is mine."

"Eric?" A feeble whisper from my Angel made me cry out in my anger. My Maker snarled at me reminding me of our company.

"What is it?" Sarah Newlins voice cut through the tableau.

"Do not come here." Both Bradock and I called out to her. I left Sookie on the stretcher and moved to Godric.

"Godric my friend… It is me Eric, Eric Northman." I moved cautiously acting like he could attack at any time. "Godric my friend, do you not recognize me? Godric?" I am almost laying my hands on his shoulders when Godric gradually lifts his head shaking it as if to clear his thoughts. As I place my hands on him his eyes clear… I learnt from the best.

"Eric? Eric is that you my friend? I tried to stop him from hurting her but in my weakened state I couldn't break free. I'm so sorry. Who is this human with you? He is not here to torture us too is he?"

"No! No! Sir, this is an abomination." Bradock yells from where he is standing. "And they call themselves Christians."

"Mr Bradock, as you can see my friend is not himself. He will need some fresh blood to heal properly." He starts to back away. No! No, Mr Bradock you have the wrong idea. Could you go and find someone in charge and get them to organize some donor blood from the blood bank. True Blood will not be enough for him in this state. Take Mrs Newlin with you. She is too much of a lady to be exposed to any of this." I listen as Bradock convinces Sarah Newlin to accompany him then turn and embrace my Maker, then I watch as he removes his chains.

"My Child, I am so sorry that my lack of judgment has lead to the injury of your Pet." I growl at the word Pet and my maker raises an eyebrow in query.

"She is not my Pet. Master… Sookie is my mate, my other half. What has happened to her?" I kneel down next to my love I can't believe she is fighting for her life again for the second night in a row. I watch her and I can see that she is trying to open her eyes.

"Sookie my love relax. No one will hurt you while I am with you." Herveaux and Dawson join us.

"These Were's are with you?" Godric asks and I nod. "Good. There is a barrel behind here… he points to a pile of junk in the cell. Take it quickly and don't let anyone see you. Meet us back at my nest – No. Where are you staying Eric?" Herveaux answers for me.

"We are all staying at the Silent Shores Sir."

"OK meet us there in Erics' suite. Don't let anyone see you and do not open it. Understood?"

"Yes Sir, understood." Herveaux answers respectfully. After the Weres leave I turn to my maker for guidance.

"What now my Sire? I need to give Sookie my blood before she looses any more."

"She will have to go to the Hospital the Doctors will heal her."

"No Godric, the Doctors won't be able to heal her. They cannot give her human blood she has a rare blood type - in that I mean, she has no blood type. Well none that is known in this reality." Godric lifts his eyebrows in astonishment.

"Really? I knew one such as she once…" for a split second Godrics' face became a picture of the excruciating pain I felt through our shared blood, then all I could feel from him was a numbness. I would need to get to the bottom of this he has tortured himself enough over this woman… whoever she was. "Anyway… gather her to you and let's get out of here."

"Yes, Master." I was relieved to be moving but I still had no answers as to what happened to my Sookie. Godric moved through the basement to collect the human male.

"Come traitor." Could this human be Isabellas' Hugo? Well. Well. Well. Godric easily lifted the tall human from the floor and followed me up the stairs. As we exited the door some of the FBI agents approached us cautiously.

"Mr Northman? Mr Godric?" One of the Agents queried as the other Agents circled around us but still giving us a wide birth.

"Yes, I am Eric Northman. Vampire Sheriff of Area 5 Louisiana and this is my counterpart Godric Vampire Sheriff, Area 9 Texas. Please my woman has been assaulted during her imprisonment here and I need to get her to some paramedics. Mr Bradock was going to organize some sustenance for my colleague as well."

"Yes Sir all is ready for you outside. We were just on our way to find you." The FBI Agents stood aside leaving our path clear. "This way please, Mr Northman - Mr Godric."