I didn't even proofread this. Sorry for the mistakes and the long delay. Wordpress: calexuslee . wordpress. com
"Eric, get out." Such menace in a small man.
Eric and I continued our stare down. "Now." Godric's voice was final.
Eric growled low and blurred out of the room.
"I will not apologize over his reaction. I have been waiting to see an emotion out of him for the past twelve years. And then you appear and suddenly, he seems alive again."
My face remains impassive as I let this sink in. It was of little consequence.
"Your majesty, simply by killing me or entrapping me will cause Niall to send a replacement. I did not come here to cause more issues, my goal is to simply complete a task given to me and repay a debt." I could sense Eric's void outside the door as it became red in anger.
"Please, call me Godric." He steepled his fingers in front of his face and gazed at me. "No." I cocked my head at his simplistic response.
"Susannah, I think you need to be here. So my answer to your solution as you call it, is no."
"I need to be here?" I did not need to do anything.
He smirked as if he saw something I could not. "Yes."
It was like talking to Niall. Something was not right here. I tucked that notion away to ponder while the vampires rested. I absentmindedly stroked my necklace and waited for Godric to continue.
When his eyebrow raised in a familiar fashion that reminded me of a certain Viking I felt my heart clench, but simply met his gaze.
"We'll need to talk about that," he motioned toward the silver celtic knot settled on my sternum, "much later."
"It's just a necklace."
"You are so young and naïve."
"Stop talking to me like I'm a child."
"Perhaps you should not act like one."
"Godric. What is it that your kingdom needs from me?"
I knew I was evading the issue and I was sure he saw this as another childish action, but I was tired of this. I needed to figure out the meaning of this necklace as well. In the past few hours I have discovered more mysteries and had not even heard what Godric needed from me. It was time to compartmentalize and ignore these unnecessary issues; Eric and the necklace were pushed to the back of my mind.
"Five years ago, vampires started to disappear almost without a trace. Suddenly sales on V increased. People are being murdered and vampires framed for the crime, but I know that 95% of these accusations are based on fear and misconceptions. They are wrong and the humans of my states are restless; there is violence, and I soon fear there will be war between the humans and vampires. Who knows what will happen to the supernatural race as a whole if there is war, even for the faeries that exist on another realm." Godric said this is all so nonchalantly, crossing one leg over the other.
"And you are sure the murders are not by vampires?"
"The victims are never drained."
I let that sink in as I remembered blood in between tiles of a kitchen in a house that needed fixing up. And a woman full of love lying pale with a dead look in her eyes. I cleared my throat roughly as my heart spasmed again; I would need to visit Dr. Ludwig discretely.
"I will look over the files you have about the crimes and visit the next scene that occurs. Hopefully I will be able to sense something and get a lead."
Godric nodded, "Perhaps contact faerie allies in the area to help you?"
"There are none. I am seen as an abomination."
The void outside of the door had become a deeper red with swirls of blue while Godric remained a calming green.
"Whatever you feel is best to approach the situation." I went to rise, but Godric raised a hand to stop me. "There are matters we must attend to before I allow you to run rampant in my area."
"Of course," I placed my hands in my lap fully expecting this. Of course Eric's maker would be thorough and pragmatic, there wouldn't be any getting around him without creating any…issues.
"There are of course your powers. I would like to know what you are capable of. Also, I would appreciate being able to know of your whereabouts and well being."
"Godric I –"
Eric slammed through the door before I could finish my refusal of his request. His fangs were out and he was growling heavily. His hair was disheveled from his nervous tick of running his fingers through his long braid.
The room became cooler as Godric and Eric gazed at each other.
"Susannah, if you might excuse us. We can continue this conversation when I rise tomorrow night. My child and I apparently need to have a discussion. I offer a guest room here for you if you wish?"
"I have a place to stay, thank you though." I bowed and made to stand.
"Oh, Ms. Stackhouse. How does one reach you? I can't imagine you having a cell phone after your long absence."
"You only need to concentrate and call my name, sir." With that I called my weapons to me and popped to Hooligans.
0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0
Godrics's POV
She was magnificent in her power. I could see her spark flowing within her; it was easy to understand why Niall was so sure she could solve my issues. Her downfall, as Niall also pointed out, would be her detachment and she didn't even realize it. Susannah was not tapping into her full potential because the key to full power was the emotions. I feared the results of when she finally decided to open that side of herself, for her well being as well as my child's. I looked over at Eric who was avoiding my gaze, I had only seen him this crazed twice; when he rose as a newborn and when Sookie was taken to the fae realm. Her presence was unhinging the thousand years of lessons I had taught him and making him vulnerable, this was not something that could continue. He would become a hindrance to Susannah and eventually harm her and himself.
I sighed, "Child."
Eric had enough composure at this point to apologize, but I raised my hand to stop him.
"We have been together long enough to understand each other, Eric. And while I was not present during your involvement with Sookie, I know that she would not appreciate how you are handling the situation with Susannah right now."
"Master, they are one in the same."
"Regardless of whether this is true or not, you cannot force this upon her. She has been hurt and things have been hidden from her. She is here for two reasons. One of which you know. The other is for me to know, and the rest of you to find out."
"Godric."
"No, Eric. You must listen to me. Do whatever you wish to return her to her normal state as you so call it, but do not continue to question me on my decisions. I have more information that I have sworn to secrecy and therefore cannot share with you. And in this matter, I feel it will only cloud your judgment further. You are being irrational, something which I quite clearly remember teaching you not to be."
I saw his blonde head bow. "I do not agree to what you are doing, Godric. And I refuse to allow you to share blood with Soo – with her."
"I did not say that was my plan did I."
"But –"
"No. You interrupted me."
"But – "
I slammed my hand against the wall, "You will listen to me, Eric. I will always have your best interest at heart. I had no intention of interfering with your bond with Sookie, it is something sacred. You will need to convince her to once again either open the bond to you, or share blood with you again. And if she were to rather share her abilities with you, I will allow this as well. As long as there is a somewhat monitor on her by one of us, I do not care how it is executed."
"You think the bond remains."
"Eric. You know as well as I do that it still exists. There is no way to destroy a blood bond. I do not know what mind trick Niall played on her, but Sookie is still there. So Eric, will you continue to fight me, or will you fight for her?
It was a humorous thing to see my son gawking.
0-0-0-0-0-0-0
Susannah's POV
I was slouched in a booth at Hooligan's on my third beer. My back rested against the cool wall and my legs were propped across the seat. I lazily swayed my head to the beat playing in the club as I watched the strippers gyrate around the poles. It had been awhile since I had any alcohol and before it would have been ruining my telepathic skills. But right now, it felt good to let loose. Claude was in the back disciplining his new employees; I always knew he'd be a good leader.
I felt his void before I saw him. I pushed at Claude's mind. Eric is here. Do not come out here.
I don't get to see this scrumptious peace of –
Claude.
Fine.
I motioned for another drink as he sat down.
"Surprised to see me, wife?"
A good looking blonde waiter brought over my good friend Jose, but instead of letting him pour my shot I grabbed the whole bottle. I took four long pulls and found comfort in the burning sensation going down my throat.
I rolled my head to the side and offered him the bottle. Eric looked the same as always in his dark jeans, black tank top, and black leather jacket. His signature eyebrow raised; before it seemed sexy now it just seemed like a challenge.
"You don't want any tequila, dear husband?"
"Perhaps you should take that necklace off if you are going to call me that." His sneer showed no hints of a suggestion.
"Don't tell me what to do." I swallowed more of the brown liquid. "What can I do for you?"
"At this point, drink some water." Eric was still eyeing the necklace like it was the plague.
I ripped it off and threw it on the table between us, the silver clattering noisily to our sensitive supernatural hearing. Each clang on the wood countertop sent a shiver through my body and it almost hurt.
"What is it," I gestured at the piece of jewelry.
"You do not know, and yet you wear it?"
"I didn't know what the ceremonial knife was, and yet I gave it to you." Another swig.
"Pointing out your naivety does not help your case."
"Solidifying your manipulations does not help yours."
Eric growled in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"This is like an engagement ring for the Fae."
My nostrils flared. There was something bubbling under the surface threatening to break my control on the mask I had on my scent. I could feel my hands about to light up and I tried to stand, but the alcohol's effects finally made its presence known.
"I must go." I was in the middle of teleportation when I felt the hand on my wrist.
As soon as I had landed I ripped my arm away; it had felt like it was on fire and the bubbling began once again. I groaned and grabbed the side of my head. I tried to pop away from Eric once again, but I felt too weak to do anything. This was not the alcohol, this was something else. I tried to wrack my brain, but everything was moving too slow.
If I ignored the bubbling, and the throbbing of my heart and the impact Eric's presence was having on my psyche I felt an itching in my brain. Somebody was calling me.
Susannah! SOOKIE!MY SISTER! Breandan's faction. THEY WERE IN HOOLIGAN'S! THEY HAVE ME!
Too confused I spoke aloud, "Claude?"
I fell to my knees in agony my hands fisting into my hair. Nonononononono this could not be happening. We had just gotten here and I had already fucked up.
Suddenly, big hands were cradling my face and beautiful blue orbs were looking down at me.
"Sookie! What is the matter?!"
There were too many voices and I couldn't get my shields back up. Everything was coming at me at once, but I could feel Claude's pain. My essence that I had left with him was screaming for me to save him as his torture began.
"What can I do! Your skin is blistering and your ears are bleeding. Sookie, please talk to me!" Eric's voice was pleading.
"Iron." I whispered as I tried to visualize the blonde waiter who had given me the open bottle of tequila.
Review
