Chapter 7:

Part of my inspiration for this chapter: the wondrous thing called Chocolate Brownie Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream! Seriously… I think it's made me high!

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Sookie's POV:

Whoop, great! My life is really perfect. Now, not only am I part of some mystical race of creatures – even weirder than vampires, if I am truthful – I am the leader of them.

Can I point out here that I have known about this damned race for three days? Three days… and I am already their leader. Three days… and apparently the entire three thousand are flocking to Bon Temps to meet with me…

… Oh, and Victor is coming tomorrow night and wants me there. That is so not going to be awkward, having to see if I can get away with pretending that I am a normal newborn vampire.

"Remember my coaching, Sookie?" Eric repeats himself for the third time as I realise I spaced out to think about just how great my life is. So I shake myself back to reality to look into his eyes and realise that he is more than slightly annoyed now. "Sookie, if you do not learn to act how you are supposed to act as a newborn vampire, I don't think that you stand a good chance of survival, Polomus or not!" he snaps at me, standing up and moving across the room faster than I thought possible.

Rolling my eyes at his drama king antics, I stand up and head into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich. However, I find my path to the fridge blocked by a suddenly present vampire… one who doesn't look best pleased with me. In fact, that is an understatement.

"You could possibly die tomorrow," he says through gritted teeth. "And you are more concerned for making yourself food that you don't even need!" he continues, actually managing to convey more annoyance in his tone than he did in the look that probably would have stopped my heart beating if it still did.

"Um, well, yeah, you stormed off in one of your little moods," I retort, knowing that it is always better to stick up for yourself with Eric so that he doesn't walk all over you. If you're human, he'll probably just kill you for that but me… he wouldn't, not in a million years. "And, for all you know, I could be feeling a dying need for this food to sustain me," I continue, realising that it is probably the truth: I think to keep myself in balance, I need to eat a little regular food as well as drink some blood as well. It's to keep my human/Polomus thing in balance with the vampire that makes me immortal.

"I didn't 'storm off'," he argues back, pulling me into the living room with him and pushing me down onto the sofa. "Now, recite to me the things you need to be like," he orders me, exerting his 'I'm so powerful' aura around the room. Great. Just what we need: egotistical Eric around.

"Act as if I want to tear down the locked door into the bar to kill the humans," I say in a bored tone. "Want to jump your bones every single second and be entirely focused on you. Fangs out, eyes as red as I can make them, and not interested in Victor unless he speaks to me specifically whatsoever. Happy now, Mr Teacher?" I ask in a sarcastic tone at the end, smiling as he doesn't seem able to think up an appropriate comeback to this.

Something inside of me snaps as I realise it isn't really his fault that he is being like this: the only thing he is is concerned for me and my well being in an ominous meeting with Victor, the agenda of which is entirely unknown, and not that he enjoys the power! Actually… I'm not entirely sure about the truthfulness of the latter thing but it is true enough in this situation.

He smiles slightly, albeit strained, and sits down next to me, lifting me effortlessly into his lap. He begins to stroke my cheek slightly as I lean my head into his solid chest, utterly relaxed though I suppose that that isn't the best thing in the world since we're going to possibly be in a perilous situation tomorrow night. The only thing I can be thankful for is that it is summer so the night is much shorter than normal, meaning that it is much more in our favour in the off chance that something goes wrong… or more in my favour, since I can like run away during the day if Victor tries to kill me.

"I love you, my Sookie," he says softly, so quietly that I wouldn't have been able to hear him if I were still human. But I turn my head and look him in the eye closest to me, smiling as I realise that he said he loves me.

"I love you too," I say back, moving my left arm around to put around his back and pull myself closer to him. That is, of course, until the doorbell rings. "I'll get it," I sigh, knowing it can only be reinforcements for our side at this time; who else would really come out right now?

I open the door with a sigh and am instantly met by a crowd of beautiful people: three men and four women, all looking at me with an unfounded respect for me. Great, I'm guessing that these are the first of the god knows how many Polomus that are coming. Eric explained the plan when he arrived earlier, sort of, but I'm not entirely sure what we are going to do with every single Polomus in the entire world – I haven't a clue how many there are.

"Madame," they all say as they see me, bowing slightly. This raises a blush (albeit slight, since my blood is all dodged since I turned vamp… well, half vamp) to my cheeks and I wait for them to stand up… but they don't.

"Um… please stand up, you're making me feel all awkward," I say slowly, and they instantly shoot up, evidently eager to please me. "Um, come in. I'm Sookie, who are you guys?" I ask them politely, in the southern way that my grandmother taught me to be like.

They all exchange glances as they enter my home, evidently shocked at the way that I have greeted them. Finally, the most beautiful woman of the crowd steps forward, her shimmering red locks bouncing with the extra step she takes, her tall and statuesque frame making me feel short and inadequate.

"My name is Marietta," she says in a polite tone, similar to how I imagine the Brits would greet the Queen if they were lucky enough to meet her. "This is Hugo, Rosie, Hannah, Jess, John and Oliver, and we are all from Wales," as she says the name of each of the others beside her, they wave at me respectfully. I realise that Oliver is the tallest male whilst Rosie is the short and blonde female who looks barely older than seventeen.

"Wales?" I repeat, choking as I realise they have travelled thousands of miles and are the first here. "Whoa, you must be starved! And thirsty: would you like some food and drink?" I ask them, making them, once again, exchange glances.

"Yes please, Madame," Marietta, the official spokesperson now apparently, says, averting her eyes from me as she addresses me.

"Listen right here," I say sharply, unable to be called 'Madame' one more time. "The name is Sookie. I don't care one iota about the fact that I am apparently the leader of y'all, so please just call me Sookie. Oh, and that's Eric. Say hi to him whilst I get something for you to eat and drink," I say, making the lovable vampire roll his eyes at me as he is left with the humans. Whoop… now Eric is apparently annoyed at me for making him stay with what he would normally eat. Always a good day.

I make some swift sandwiches and find seven cans of coke in the cupboard, zooming this all through to the guests as well as a hastily warmed True Blood for Eric.

"So… Sookie, what are your plans for us?" Marietta hesitates before calling me by my name, having realised that I was getting mega pissed about the whole 'Madame' thing.

"Um… I haven't a clue – are you like all that's coming?" I ask her, and she widens her eyes.

"No, we're the advance party," she says… so if they are the advanced party, I guess that the others'll probably be about fifteen max? "The other three thousand or so will be making their way here gradually: we don't want to scare the locals," she continues… wait…

Three thousand Polomus? I am in charge of three fricking thousand people? You have got to be kidding me!

"Wow… wow," I say slowly, unable to process this. "Eric, you certainly missed that number out," I continue, looking at him as he pulls a face before smiling. "So, guys, what are your er, powers?" I ask them, feeling utterly idiotic as I ask. I half expect them to say, what powers? We're normal humans who are in this for a joke!

Marietta, of course, goes first. "I can shoot jets of fire out at enemies from my hands," she says… of course. A fire shooter: what else would you expect?

"I'm able to turn into any shape or animal," someone else calls.

"I can manipulate water."

"I can blind enemies."

"I can mess with frequencies and prevent the enemy from communicating."

"I can change the temperature to boiling or freezing."

"I can tell what direction I am facing and how many of the opposition there are."

"Oh," is all I can say. "Wait… you're so much more powerful than a damned mind reader! Why isn't one of you guys in charge?" I ask suddenly, realising that I can do nothing compared with someone who can blind the enemy! Hell, Marietta can shoot fire from her hands!

They all shake their heads and seem amazed at the way that I am describing myself. At that exact moment, the doorbell rings again: this had better not be anymore Polomus who have travelled from Wales or something because I'm going to run out of bread soon.

"Sookie, you don't know anything, do you?" Marietta sounds sorry for me, in a way, but also amazed that I just don't know anything about my apparent heritage. "You are the one who controls our powers. You can get us to do anything you want. We are your army. Nobody else can control us but you. That's Sam at the door, by the way," she smiles… wait, how did she know that?

I open the door and, true enough, it is Sam outside the door, waiting to be admitted to my house. He smiles at me but I can't respond. My face is frozen as I realise that this is entirely my responsibility. There aren't enough vampires to deal with Victor and Felipe – or at least enough who want to oppose them.

No, this is my fight.

And this is my army.


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