A/N: These wonderful characters belong to the talented Charlaine Harris. I am merely taking them out to play. Also, I don't have a beta so all mistakes are my own.

Chapter Seven: Supes

EPOV:

I landed in Bill's yard and let it out a battle cry that took me back to my Viking days. Bill's undead life was over, the Queen be damned. I would deal with the consequences later.

"Bill Compton!" I bellowed into the door as I kicked it from its hinges; it splintered and broke enjoyably. It was quickly apparent, however, that he was gone. The box that Sookie had packed his computer pieces into was empty and sitting next to the front door. There were papers thrown haphazardly around his desk; evidence that he had fled quickly. He was smarter than I'd given him credit for. That knowledge just served to enrage me further.

I satisfied my anger by turning his desk over and making sure to crush every piece of equipment he'd left behind. When that was finished, I looked around for anything else to destroy. I don't know how long I spent doing just that, but when I finally calmed back down, his living room was utterly demolished. I took great satisfaction in the thought that nothing would be salvageable if he was to return.

I headed up the aging staircase and kicked the railing off as I went, just because it smelled like him. Quickly, however, I realized that going upstairs had been a mistake. Sookie's scent was thick in that part of the house and any residual calmness I'd managed to obtain was gone. I lost myself to the darkness of my anger and tore through his bedroom like a hurricane. I shredded the mattress on his bed so effectively that it was reduced to broken springs and boards. The bedding fared even worse and soon the room was filled with feathers and scraps of fabric.

It took a long while before the anger began to fade again and I abandoned my efforts of destruction. Other needs were rising up inside of me and I knew I had to regain control of myself. I would not let Sookie see this side of me. I left the house quickly and took to the air, doing a large circle around the properties before returning to Sookie's house.

I knew better than to think that Bill was anywhere near, but I wanted to be sure there were no lurking Weres either. When I'd satisfied myself that we were alone, I landed in Sookie's front yard. Pam was waiting for me and immediately thrust a heated bottle of TruBlood into my hands. I eyed her suspiciously.

"Drink, Master. You cannot go to her like this. You must calm yourself." She stated. She didn't lower her eyes or back down when I glared at her. She was ready to fight me on the matter. That knowledge was enough to break my resistance and I complied. She was completely right, of course.

"Bill is gone." I stated after a couple mouthfuls of the vile metallic sludge. It was serving its purpose, however, as I felt my fangs retract and my head started to clear.

"I figured that out when you tore his house apart." Pam stated dryly. "Sookie seemed unfazed by the news." She added. I snapped my head around met her eyes questioningly. "She was awakened by the house-shaking roar you let out." Here she paused and rolled her eyes at me. "She came out to see what was going on. She had no reaction to the knowledge that Bill had fled. She did wonder if you would be alright, though. Interesting, don't you think?" She finished with her eyebrow lifted.

"You may go, Pamela." I changed the subject before she could add some random Dear Abby quote and tell me how it fit our situation. I had grown greatly annoyed by this Dear Abby person over the years. Pam seemed to think, however, that she would make a great vampire. "I will stay and go to ground nearby."

"Master, there has been some trouble at Fangtasia while you were away. I did not want to bother you with it before, but now that you are home…" She started, looking down respectfully. I found the contrast to the feistiness she displayed when discussing Sookie to be quite amusing. She liked "the telepath," as she called her, much more than she was letting on; enough to challenge her maker. I was surprised by the fact that the knowledge that she seemed to feel that way about Sookie seemed to make me happy. It appeared that I liked that the two were close. I'm sure Dear Abby would have had a field day with that realization and quickly changed my train of thought before Pam could pick up on it.

"Trouble?" I asked, motioning for her to continue.

"There is a new local group of witches that have been through." She shuddered at the word. "They have been by twice. So far they have only asked to speak to you, but I do not trust them. They are up to something." She informed me. I didn't like that information one bit.

"Very well. I will return to Shreveport at first dark tomorrow." I assured her. She bowed her head respectfully and climbed into her minivan to leave. I watched her drive off and thought again how badly Sookie needed a new driveway.

I finished the bottle of blood and pulled back my arm and threw it with as much force as I could manage. I watched it sail easily over the cemetery and land somewhere on Bill's property with a satisfying crash. I turned and headed in the house. I gave the door one last look as I entered, appraising how much needed to be repaired. It seemed just the lock had been broken. The door was still intact.

I walked down the hall towards Sookie's room. I could feel that she was awake, but she was curled in a ball and facing the wall. Her emotions were in true turmoil and completely unreadable. I hesitated for a second, wondering if she would reject my attempts to comfort her. I thought about the intense relief she'd felt when I pulled her from the trunk and the way she'd looked at me with complete trust. "Safe." She had said when she woke up.

My mind made up, I kicked off my shoes and climbed into the bed behind her. I felt her reluctance, but when I pulled her small frame back against my body, she relaxed into me. I nuzzled into her neck and told her the absolute truth about how sorry I was. I never should have let her attempt to rescue Bill on her own. She surprised me by relaxing further and pulling my hand to her lips. She kissed my palm, which was such a simple gesture, but it brought up all kinds of unknown emotions inside of me. She laced her fingers through mine and almost immediately fell asleep.

It was like she had been waiting for me. I was completely overwhelmed by the feelings that she was stirring in me. For the first time in centuries I felt truly vulnerable. Again, I thought that this fragile human, well…mostly human woman would be the end of me. Even with the knowledge that I, Eric the Northman, now had a weakness, a huge one at that, I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

After a long while, I could no longer stop my body from responding to her closeness. She smelled amazing and the heat of her body was mouth-watering. I knew she would not be receptive to my advances only hours after Bill's attack, but I also knew that my restraint had limits. I reluctantly pulled myself away from her and walked out to her kitchen. I heated myself another bottle of blood and distracted myself from its vileness by pulling out my phone and emailing Bobby, my day man.

Bobby,

I will need a clean set of clothing left for me at the Stackhouse residence in Bon Temps by first dark. You have the address. Contact one of our contractors to come do repairs to the Stackhouse residence today. It is high priority and they should know that it will take precedence over any other projects. The work should not begin until after eleven when Miss Stackhouse will have left for the day. They will need to repair the damage done to the front door, fit and install a complete alarm system, and re-gravel the driveway. I will also require a cell phone to be purchased in Miss Stackhouse's name. It should have all the latest functions and accessories as well as a GPS tracking device that only I can access. No expense should be spared for any of these requirements and make sure the cell phone and alarm services are paid in full for the next year. Make sure the phone is ready and has a full charge by tonight. Leave it with my clothing. Also, I will need a reservation for myself and Miss Stackhouse for Cassandra's tonight around 8 o'clock. I will include the number below, as you will not find them listed in any phone book. I will contact you again if there is anything further.

E

I finished the email and felt the pull of dawn threatening. I would have loved to stay at Sookie's but knew it wouldn't be safe. Weres would be able to sniff out that "hidey-hole" with no difficulty. I chuckled to myself at Sookie's name for a vampire's resting place. I walked back into Sookie's room and watched her from the doorway. I hated leaving her, knowing that she was in danger. She was just so stubborn and way too independent for her own good.

Finally, I tore myself away and left her house. I took refuge for the day in the nearby cemetery. It would be the safest place considering a Were would be unable sense the difference between a resting vampire and a normal grave. I absolutely loathed going to ground, but decided it was worth it for Sookie. Yet another example of the effects she had on me.

I woke that night and dug myself out of the earth. I took a moment to check in on both Pam and Sookie. Sookie seemed to be sleeping from what I was picking up from her emotions and Pam seemed hungry. She always woke hungry. Most vampire did for that matter. Satisfied that all was well, I shook off the dirt and headed off to Sookie's house.

I stood in front on the house and looked over the new gravel along Sookie's driveway. It looked like the high quality kind and there were no longer any divots and pot holes to damage the underside of my Corvette. Bobby wasn't good for much but at least he could follow directions effectively. The front door was completely repaired as well. I noticed the new alarm system was installed with an instruction sheet for how to arm it lying on the table.

I flew through the house, careful not to track dirt and located the clean clothes Bobby had left for me. I left my cell phone with the clothes and removed my jeans, deciding just to toss them into Sookie's garbage. They weren't worth the effort of trying to wash away the effects of spending the night in the ground.

After that I showered and dressed quickly. I found Sookie's new phone waiting, just like I'd requested. I programmed Fangtasia and my personal cell number into the directory and then, just to be safe, I added Pam's as well. The only other human who had my personal number was Bobby.

Once that was finished, I climbed in the Corvette and headed in the direction of Merlotte's. I was sure that was where Sookie was, but she did not appear to be working. In fact, I was certain that she was still sleeping. I found that odd, but knew that the Shifter would protect Sookie with his life. It made her worthless job more tolerable to know she'd be safe there. I hated that she had to demean herself in such a manor, but knew better than to say anything. I could only imagine the fight that would cause.

A hush fell over the crowd of hillbillies that frequented Merlotte's when I stepped through the door. It was almost comical. Sam met my eyes from behind the bar and gestured back to his office. I nodded and followed him down the hall.

"Is anyone going to explain what is going on?" Sam demanded in hushed tones as soon as the door to his office was closed. Sookie was sprawled out on his dingy couch. She looked uncomfortable. She didn't appear to be in her uniform so I wondered what she'd done all day.

"Calm yourself, Shifter." I replied calmly. "Sookie got into some trouble in Jackson when a local Were disappeared. He had attacked her at some local bar so she was suspected in his disappearance." I answered. I didn't really know why I was explaining myself to him. Maybe I was just thankful that she was safe and he had caught me at a good time.

"Did you…" Sam started and I immediately cut him off.

"The Were was killed and left in Alcide's apartment. Some sort of set up I would imagine, but the actual killer is still a mystery. When we stopped at a gas station, on the way home, there were humans looking out for us. Then when we got back there were five Weres waiting in Sookie's home." I explained. Sookie stirred but remained asleep. "Has she been there all day?" I asked.

"She sat at the bar reading most of the day. She read some humans too. She identified two teenagers with fake ID's." he answered and immediately my wheels started turning. Maybe there was a solution to her demeaning job after all. I was completely distracted from that train of thought, however, by his next statement. "She also identified another biker from Jackson; human this time."

"What happened?" I demanded.

"He didn't seem to know her name. She got rid of him by knocking over his bike and telling him someone had backed into it. It was a simple idea but proved to be quite effective." He stated. He seemed almost impressed. I, however, was livid. What exactly had he been doing while she was playing around with a dangerous biker's motorcycle? This was not the kind of protection I'd had in mind.

"You should have killed him. Now he lives to attack again." I growled at him. That was just what Sookie needed; another worthless human that wanted her dead and me unable to do anything to protect her during the day.

"I can't just kill randomly and thoughtlessly like you do." Sam spit back at me. "Sookie said he was looking for a blonde waitress. He didn't seem to know her name. I'm thinking she's safe outside the bar." He continued as if that made any difference. How long would it take for someone with half a brain to figure out that the blonde waitress at Merlotte's was Sookie?

"Would you like to find out just how thoughtless I can be, Shifter?" I snarled at him.

"Stop." Sookie groaned from the couch. "Enough already." I turned to look at her and completely forgot the argument, as I watched her stretch out like a cat and rub her neck invitingly. Her stomach growled loudly, embarrassing her. She giggled shyly.

"Come, Little One, let's get you fed." I stated, offering her my hand and pulling her off the couch. She leaned into me to catch her balance and I had to will my fangs to stay up. I led her towards the door, and she hesitated, looking over her shoulder.

"Thank you, Sam. For everything." She said, causing a fierce wave of possessiveness to rise up inside of me. I had to remind myself yet again that she wasn't mine. I was thankful that she couldn't read my emotions…yet, anyway. That thought caused me to stiffen instantly, remembering the last time she'd had my blood. She was making me feel like a teenage human with out of control hormones. My emotions were all over the place.

I opened the door to the Corvette and helped settle her in the low seat. Her emotions were seemed surprised. She also seemed interested and I caught her staring at me out of the corner of her eye.

"I have been neglecting Fangtasia. Would you accompany me to Shreveport for the evening? I know a place we could stop for dinner." I asked her as I started the car. I was thinking about Cassandra's and wondering what her reaction would be when she saw it.

"Of course." She answered. She continued to stare at me and I started to sense her lust building inside of her and the sweet scent of her arousal. She blushed furiously and looked away when I smiled at her. It was nice to know that she seemed just as affected as me.

I was thinking about pulling over and laying her out on the hood of the car. That was one of my favorite memories of her. I wondered when she would yield to me. I knew from her scent that it wouldn't take much to convince her. I also knew that with one wrong move I could scare her off and lose her forever. It was a fine line to walk. I didn't know how much damage Bill had done mentally, but I knew she would need some time. I could be patient, but that didn't stop me from wanting her desperately.

Suddenly and without warning she burst out laughing. I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I was wondering what you were thinking." She admitted. "It struck me as funny."

"Ah." I answered, thankful that she couldn't read my thoughts; which at that precise moment had involved her bent over my desk in that dress she'd worn the first time I'd met her. "The beauty of irony." I stated simply, not quite ready to share that particular fantasy with her; maybe someday soon, but not yet.

"I think I met a new kind of Supe today." She announced out of nowhere. I looked at her suspiciously and quickly ran the list of possibilities through my head.

"Oh?" I asked, hoping she would elaborate. That information made me strangely tense. Things like that did not happen by coincidence and I was starting to fear what possible creature could be after her now.

"Yeah. Her name was Claudine and she was beautiful." She gushed. "I couldn't hear her. And now that I think about it, I think she knew that the biker was there for me. She's the one who pointed him out to me, but by the time I'd read his thoughts, she'd gone."

"Interesting." I answered. Claudine? That name meant nothing to me. I leaned over and sniffed her closely. Immediately I registered the intoxicating scent of pure fairy. My fangs ran out and I could do nothing to stop them.

"Fairy." I moaned at her. She was frightened, I could tell and I was trying to clear the fog in my head enough to reassure her. She was also aroused; intensely so, and that made it harder to pull myself together.

"Fairy?" She asked. "As in a real fairy?" She clarified. Thankfully, her interest distracted her enough that I was able to calm myself enough to answer her.

"Yes fairies exist as well as vampire and shifters. There are other Supes as well. Actually, the restaurant we are going to is a Supe restaurant." I warned her. "They have a selection of blood for me as well as a human menu for you."

"Really!" She exclaimed. I wasn't sure if her excitement was about the Fae or other Supes or the restaurant, but I found that it pleased me to see her that way regardless of the reason.

"We are almost there." I told her. "It is named Cassandra's after the owner. She is an Earth demon which gives her exceptional skill with herbs and plants. All of the human food she serves is organic and grown and prepared by her." I explained. Her eyes were so big it was almost amusing.

"Wow." She stated finally. The look of wonder on her face was completely endearing. I was glad Pam wasn't around to roll her eyes at me.

"There will be other Supes there." I warned her, and she nodded at me. She still seemed fascinated.

We pulled up in front of the completely unassuming building. Outwardly, it looked vacant and condemned. She eyed it suspiciously as I helped her from the car.

"This is not the kind of place that needs to advertise itself. Those who know about it know where to find it. Those who do not are not welcome." I explained.

"Like Club Dead." Sookie stated to herself.

I opened the outside door for her and watched her take in the impressive interior. All she could visualize from her perspective was the hostess stand, but she seemed impressed. There was a young female were manning the stand. She smelled like a deer and I guessed that was her other identity. I could tell Sookie was trying not to stare but she was clearly trying to guess the same information.

"Sheriff." The girl greeted me. "We have your table ready. Cassandra wanted to say hello. I will let her know you are here." She led us back to a secluded table. Well, all of them were secluded really. Each one had a curtain that could be pulled for further privacy. One table we passed had another vampire who was actively feeding from his human companion. They had not bothered to pull their curtain. I felt Sookie's embarrassment.

She looked at me with wide eyes when we were seated. I just chuckled at her.

"Do not worry, Sookie. I brought you here so you could eat." I assured her. She blushed again, but I felt her relief. Just then Cassandra appeared with our respective menus. She handed the traditional human menu to Sookie and gave me a list of their blood selections.

"It's nice to see you again, Sheriff." She greeted. I watched Sookie taking her in. Demons could easily pass for human and she was no exception. She was thin in the extreme, with long, brown hair. She dressed in long skirts and would appear to most humans as any other hippy. She fit the description too, with her herbs and gardens.

"Cassandra." I nodded at her. "This is Miss Stackhouse. This is her first time here."

"Well, welcome, Miss. I hope you enjoy yourself. Everything is home grown and don't worry, we don't use lemons in any of our cooking." She addressed Sookie. Sookie was warm and cordial as she accepted her greeting. She seemed confused, but thankfully, let the lemon comment slide. It made me wonder if I was the only Supe to not have recognized that Sookie had fairy blood.

"This is amazing, Eric." Sookie gushed when Cassandra left, promising to send our waitress over. "So she was a demon? Really? Her brain just gave off a high pitched buzzing noise. Are there other types of demons? And what about fairies?" She was asking questions so fast I couldn't even begin to answer one.

"Calm down, Sookie. I will answer all your questions. Let us feed you first." I stated, gesturing to her menu. She looked at it for just a second before turning back to me.

"It won't bother you to watch me eat?" She questioned.

"Why would it?" I asked her, slightly affronted. I had offered to bring her after all.

"It's just that…" She trailed off and hid behind her menu. "Never mind." She stated. She seemed embarrassed and hesitant and I quickly realized she had been referring to Bill. I didn't want her to be uncomfortable.

"Some younger vampire are bothered by such things." I explained. "I, however, am not." I assured her. She kept her menu up in front of her, but I saw her lips turn up in a smile.

I consulted my own menu and saw that they had added some new selections of bloods since the last time I'd been there. Nothing compared to blood from the source, of course, but some of their rare selections were quite tasty. They'd never be able to be sold in supermarkets like the vile TruBlood, however. Humans wouldn't be very comfortable with a bottle labeled virgin blood or baby's blood. Both were listed on the menu in my hand. No one was ever harmed or drained for these types of selections, but extensive glamouring was usually involved.

I decided on Royalty Blended as it was the least sensitive of the choices and came in an actual prepackaged bottle. I figured Sookie would have less of a reaction to that choice than any other. Our waitress turned out to be a true Were. She took our order quickly and left. Sookie seemed annoyed by her but she quickly turned to me with an expectant look on her face.

"One at a time." I stated, but gave her free reign. There were some things that I was reluctant to discuss with her, but I decided to answer any direct question honestly. I didn't want to lie to her. She beamed at me.

"Ok…why did you react like that in the car?" She asked quickly. Of course she would start with something I was least willing to get into, but I had decided to be honest.

"Fairy blood is intoxicating to vampire." I admitted. "They actually lose themselves to the intoxication and fairies rarely survive the encounter." She shuddered at this so I continued. "Fairy and vampire do not exactly mix for that very reason. We have been at war in the past. Many lives were lost. It is possible to be in proximity with them for short periods of time, but eventually even their scent becomes too much. Older Fae are able to mask their scent." I informed her. Her eyes were wide and child like again.

"Tell me more." She gushed. I smiled warmly at her.

"The Fae have their own realm called Feary. They live there mostly. Some cross between the worlds and some have chosen to reside and lead lives here in the human world, but it is very dangerous for them." I continued. "Iron affects them the way silver does vampire and they are violently allergic to lemons. They can kill them instantly." I stated before I thought about what I was admitting. Sookie, of course, picked up on my mistake immediately.

"Lemons? Is that what Cassandra was talking about? Did she think I was a fairy because I smelled like Claudine?" Sookie asked. She had offered me the perfect out. I could easily agree with her incorrect assumption, but I hesitated and looked away. I had no explanation for why but I did not want to lie to her. It was one of the many things that made Sookie such a vulnerability for me.

"You always smell like a fairy, Sookie." I confessed before I could stop myself. "The only time I've had your blood was after the maenad attack and it was too full of poison then to be able to tell, but I was informed last night that you have fairy blood in your system. I would guess it isn't much since you have no reaction to iron and lemons, but it is there just the same." I stated. "I didn't want to admit the possibility to myself, but there is no denying it now. If you had a full blooded fairy watching over you today and Cassandra can sense it, it must be true."

Sookie sat back in her seat and stared at me. Her emotions were changing too quickly to identify. I was questioning myself repeatedly. Why couldn't I have just agreed that she had smelled like the fairy and left it at that?

"Is my blood intoxicating? Is that why…" She started to ask but didn't finish her sentence. I knew where she was going with that train of thought. I figured this conversation was inevitable and that it was best to get it over.

"I cannot really answer about how intoxicating your blood is. Maybe later I can." I teased her, trying to lighten the mood. "But Bill has had your blood several times. Had he ever lost control before?" I asked her. She frowned and shook her head, but she held my gaze, so I continued. "I would wager that it probably made matters worse last night. There were many factors to consider. Bill was tortured and starved and perhaps your blood is sweet enough to have clouded his senses longer than normal, but it was still not your fault." I finished. I couldn't believe I was coming even remotely close to defending Bill's actions, but she seemed to need some sort of explanation. She let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Eric. That really helps to understand what happened a little better." She stated sincerely. I was starting to worry that I had explained the situation too well and that she was regretting Bill's departure. But then she shocked me with her next words. "It makes it easier to say good-bye. Closure I guess." She finished.

"So you are done with Bill?" I asked. Again, I was unable to stop the words as they spilled from my mouth. She smiled at me and I felt the warmth rise up in her again. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Yes." She stated simply, but then her expression looked confused again. "Where do you think I got fairy blood from? Is that why I'm telepathic?" She asked.

"Those are two very good questions." I answered. Thankfully she was distracted by the arrival of her food and the conversation waned for awhile. I was giving the source of her fairy blood a great deal of thought. I did not know who Claudine was, but I did know that there was a full blooded fairy named Claude who ran a nearby strip club. I made it my business to know all other Supe owned establishments. It seemed too much of a coincidence to have two full blooded fairies in the same area with such similar names. I planned to contact him the first chance I got.

"So what have you been neglecting at Fangtasia?" Sookie asked out of nowhere. I smiled at her.

"That is actually something you can help with if you are willing." I answered and she nodded eagerly. "Pam informed me that there is a new group of local witches who have stopped by a couple of times asking to speak with me. She is worried about their motives. I was thinking that if they happen to stop by tonight, that you could read them to see what their intentions are." I suggested.

"Witches?" She asked. "Wow. What else?" She looked overwhelmed. I didn't have the heart to tell her that this was just the beginning; the tip of the ice berg if you will.

"Are you finished?" I changed the subject. She nodded and I stood up and left a couple of large bills on the table. She followed me, but I could tell her mind was still running through the possibilities. The curtain was thankfully closed on the booth we'd passed earlier but the tell tale sounds of fucking were obvious as we walked by.

Sookie surprised me with the amount of lust I felt radiate from her, and as I held the door open for her to walk outside, I was hit with the full force of her delicious scent. She was fully aroused and not even trying to hide it. I gave her a full fanged smile to let her know just how much she was affecting me. I was expecting her to blush and look away. It had been her standard reaction so far. Instead her eyes dilated and stared at my fangs with longing.

Instead of opening her car door for her, I leaned her back into it and kissed her roughly. She responded with more energy than I'd anticipated and my eyes rolled back in my head when she took one of fangs between her lips and sucked on it. I lifted her to my height, squeezing her soft round ass as she wrapped her legs around me. She felt amazing in my arms. I sat her on the hood of the car so that my hands were free to roam and map out her topography. She was so soft and warm and she continued to do wonderful things with her tongue. She was not shy of my fangs it felt incredible.

My pants felt three sizes too small as my erection screamed to be released from its restraints. It begged for some kind of friction and I leaned into Sookie's core, showing her just how badly I wanted her. She moaned deliciously into my mouth and I responded by grinding myself further into her. Suddenly, she winced and pulled away. The mood was effectively killed. It was like someone had doused us with cold water.

"I'm sorry." She muttered. "The bruises." She explained. I put my finger to her lips to hush her and nodded. I really didn't want any more details. I felt horrible that I'd gotten so carried away.

"I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you." I stated. I helped her down and into her seat. I couldn't even look at her, I was so angry at myself. So much for taking it slow. I tried not to imagine just how bruised she had to be to react like that and failed miserably. I climbed into my seat and started the car. I had to be careful not to crush the steering wheel. I'd already had to replace it three times.

The car was uncomfortably silent and I could tell that Sookie felt just as guilty as I did which I did not want. I tried to think of something to say to her, but couldn't. Finally I settled for distraction.

"I got you something today." I told her. She looked at me curiously. I could see that she had unshed tears in her eyes and hated myself for causing them. "It is in the glove box." I continued. She leaned forward and opened it. She pulled out the shiny red cell phone and looked at me suspiciously.

"You needed one and this one has all the latest technology. It is paid in full for a year. I know you do not like expensive gifts." I remembered her fight with Bill before the maenad attack. "But this is a necessity to keep you safe." I stated. She looked like she was deciding whether or not to argue with me. I could actually watch the whole thing play out on her face. It was really quite amusing. Finally she just smiled.

"Thank you." She said. I smiled back at her. I was glad that the tension had passed.

"My numbers are programmed in already." I informed her and she beamed at me.

"Is there an instruction manual?" She asked. "I'm not very good with these kinds of things." She admitted. I gestured to the glove box again and she pulled it out and started reading.

My phone rang sharply and I reached into my still too tight pants to pull it out.

"Pam." I greeted after looking at the ID screen.

"Master, the witches are here. They are asking for you again. I am getting worried." She informed me.

"We are almost there." I responded. "I will go in through the back and you and Sookie can sit out front. Hopefully she can read something useful from them to let us know their motives." I answered.

"Fantastic." She purred. She seemed excited to have a plan of action. "There is one other thing, Master." She suddenly seemed reluctant.

"Yes?" I prompted her.

"The Queen called for you." She answered. Oh shit…