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Chapter 9

"They must complete the bond; it is necessary for him to keep her safe," Niall said.

"Give them time Prince. He made his decision," answered the reply, milky eyes staring out.

"Yes yes he made his decision, but they must complete the bond. It is the only way they will survive what is coming!" He snapped impatiently.

"You must give them time. They must make the decision on their own," a pause, the eyes jerking to the side, a smile coming across the face. "I think they are well on their way. You must be careful tomorrow; do not threaten him. Do not make him feel like she is threatened; to do so will distract him from the real enemy."

"Father, we must decide what we will tell them tomorrow," Fintan said.

"We will decide tomorrow, before we meet," Niall replied.

Victor slipped into downtime as the plane took off. Knowing there was nothing he could do until he landed; he patiently decided to do nothing.

He did feel the landing gear drop as they approached the runway. He readied himself for what promised to be an enlightening evening.

Eric Northman's involvement with the girl was not something any of them had planned on. He was most curious on how it had happened. He was also curious to know why she had been difficult to acquire. 'Surely Compton hasn't forgotten how to glamour a human into submission?' he thought.

'The Stackhouse girl must be controlled. She will bring power to any kingdom she is in, and once she breeds her power will be incalculable. I will need her in order to overthrow Felipe. He is an idiot; none of them will see me coming.'

He stepped off the plane, his gaze looking around the airstrip as he buttoned his suit jacket. He saw the limo parked nearby and made his way over to it.

Taking note of the open sunroof, he got in. Compton was waiting for him.

"Northman?" Victor asked, indicating the sunroof.

"Yes…" Bill answered.

"Why don't you tell me what has been going on? We can go to her house now; I'll need to investigate no matter what and you can tell me of your failure on the way," Victor stated. "And make sure you explain to me exactly how Northman got to be involved in all of this."

Bill glamoured the limo driver to take them back to Bon Temps and he explained the events of the past week to Victor, leaving out what had happened to Hadley. He had decided to tell anyone who asked that she had been thrown from the car by Andre.

Stan, having terminated his call with Eric, laughed loudly.

"Does Niall know of your meddling?" Stan inquired.

"I am not meddling; that youngster does enough for all of us. I am merely… intervening… I need Northman to know he is not alone. Now that he has made his decision, we must keep him on the path. In order to do that, he must know he has Allies. Nobody wants to be in a no win situation. You know that."

"I would hardly call Niall a youngster," Stan said. "I will do whatever you need; it is and has always been my honor to serve you. Northman is honorable. I think he has been bored the past few decades, but he has always been an honorable warrior. I can think of no one to be a better leader. He will also be a good sire for the offspring she will bear."

"Niall will be meeting with him, soon. He cannot wait much longer. She is his granddaughter and he is anxious to know her. I am surprised the Grandmother admitted her infidelity to the girl."

"I thought the Grandmother was dead?" he questioned.

The milky gaze met his, unable to see with her eyes, but missing no detail in front of her. "She is dead. The girl can communicate with her through dreams. The Grandmother has warned her on two occasions so far. There will be more."

"Dreams? Is this her Fairy blood?" Stan asked, surprise echoing in his voice.

"No, she is more than Fairy, King. Much more. She has Visionary blood as well."

"Does anyone know this?"

"No. Northman will begin to suspect it, but he will not be able to identify the source of her blood. It will be known to them in time. Now contact the others, we must start bringing them together, QUIETLY."

Eric made his way back to his day chamber, arming all of the alarms to keep Sookie safe.

He sat in the chair across from a sleeping Sookie.

'I cannot let her go, she is MY Sookie now. I will not release her. I will complete the bond. I will never release her,' he thought to himself, watching her sleep, her hair falling about her in blonde waves, her lips parted slightly. 'So beautiful,' he thought. The bruises that were on her face were long gone, a positive side effect of having taken his blood.

'She is more than a fairy. I tasted it in her blood,' he mused. 'Related to Niall, of all the fucking fairies, it had to be him!'

He heard Sookie gasp then, her eyes wide open, looking around, meeting his gaze.

"Eric I had a dream!" she stated quickly.

"I spoke with Fintan," he answered.

"Oh shit!" she replied,

"Indeed," his eyebrow arching.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"What could be wrong, my Telepathic Fairy Princess?" he asked sarcastically.

"What are you talking about? You are making no sense. I talked to my Gran in my dream, Eric; she said my Grandpa wasn't my real Grandpa, someone named Niall is. Fintan is my Uncle." she stated in a rush.

"I heard. I talked to Fintan, he told me of the affair your Gran and Niall had. Sookie. Do you know who Niall is?" Eric questioned impatiently. He had used all of his patience on Fintan and Niall.

"I have no clue," Sookie said, looking at him, her eyes full of honesty.

"He is a Prince, Sookie. He is a Prince of the Fairy, and not just any Prince. He is THE Ruling Prince of the Fairy, and he is very powerful," Eric explained.

"Is that where your "Fairy Princess" comment came from?" Sookie asked.

"If you are Niall's granddaughter, then you are a Princess, Sookie."

"I am a barmaid from Bon Temps Louisiana, not a Princess," she retorted, her patience now running thin.

"I have agreed for us to meet Fintan and Niall tomorrow, after sunset. We will go upstairs and discuss this ENTIRE situation with them," Eric told her rising from his chair. "Come, I will show you to a room," he said, walking down the hall with her bag.

Walking through the living room, in the opposite direction of the kitchen, he walked down a short hallway. At the end of the hallway was a HUGE bathroom, to the left was the master bedroom, and to the right was another bedroom. Eric walked to the right, dropping her bag in the center of the room. The room contained a queen size bed, an armoire, and 2 doors, one leading to the bathroom, one opening to a closet.

"Please make yourself at home." Eric said, leaving the room. He walked into the bathroom and Sookie heard him turn the water on.

She picked up her bag and set it on the bed, breathing deeply for a moment. She started to put her clothes into the armoire, and heard the shower door open and close. Images of Eric standing under the flowing water flooded her brain.

With a deep sigh, Sookie pulled a nightgown over her head and walked to the master bedroom to crawl into bed. With all that had happened during the day, she wasn't sleeping in a strange place alone. She laid on her side facing the bathroom, intent on telling Eric of her decision, until her eyes grew heavy and finally shut.

Stan reached out to his fellow monarchs in California, New York, Alabama, Florida, the Carolinas and the Dakotas.

He found the time to feed before the sunrise. As he died for the day, his thoughts were on the future and the changes that were coming everyone's way.

Eric waited until he heard Sookie's heartbeat slow to make sure she was asleep before getting out of the shower. He had just over half an hour before the sunrise and he had one last call to make.

He needed to check in with Pam. He needed to make sure she was safe. It would not take the Queen long to figure out Andre was gone, if she didn't already know.

Picking up his cell phone he walked to his office.

Pam answered on the second ring.

"Master? I didn't expect to hear from you tonight," she said, a smile in her voice.

"Pamela, have someone else open the bar tomorrow. I do not want you going in. Until we find out the ….. repercussions for this evening, I want you to go to ground."

"Shit Eric, what did you do now?" she asked.

"I handled the situation."

"So then why would there be repercussions? Did you spill coffee on your black outfit?"

"PAMELA!"

"OOOO Eric, careful careful you don't want your eye twitchin' or that vein of yours poppin outta your forehead."

"Good Day Pamela," he said, shutting his phone, a smirk on his face.

He set the phone down on the coffee table and moved back to his bedroom. Standing in the doorway he leaned against the doorframe watching Sookie sleep. Taking a deep breath, he smelled the air, her scent was everywhere now.

Walking back down the hall to his office, he wrote her a note. Sliding it into an envelope, he returned to the bedroom. Leaving it on the nightstand beside her phone, he crawled into bed and pulled her close to him, feeling the pull of the sun, he died for the day.

Victor and Bill arrived back in Bon Temps. Pulling into the driveway of Sookie's farmhouse, they got out of the car.

Victor smelled the air, a sweet scent tickling his senses. "Is that her?" he asked, feeling himself harden.

"That is her scent, yes," Bill replied, looking around. He saw odd markings in the backyard.

As Victor walked up to the front porch, he began looking in windows, trying to see into the house and to learn about the human he would be making his.

Bill walked to the back. Following the ripped grass, he saw it stop suddenly. There was a large amount of blood by the forest. Approaching it, he saw the pile of ashes not far away. Recognizing them for Vampire remains, he approached. Realizing it would be one of 2 people, he knew it was not Eric Northman. Finding the ring Andre wore among the remains, he had his proof.

Victor was looking at the pictures on the wall that he could see. The girl was attractive. He was looking forward to obtaining her, and claiming her.

Taking a deep breath of the air around her door, he smelled magic. 'Fairy magic,' he thought, which made sense since the girl was of Fae heritage. But it did not explain the concentration of it coming from the house.

"Compton, the sun will rise soon. Where can we take shelter?" he asked.

"Victor, Andre has been sent to his final death. His remains are in the backyard. I have to assume Northman has the girl. The Queen, she will come tomorrow looking for Andre. We can rest at my home, it's across the cemetery, but how will we handle her?"

"We will be gone before she arrives. And she will arrive Compton; she already knows of Andre's passing. Felipe sent me here to find out what had happened. I will need to call him before we rest for the day. Do something with the limo and driver and let us be on our way," he commanded.

Bill glamoured the driver to forget the entire evening, replacing the memory with a group of teenagers.

The Vampires made their way to Compton's house. Victor called Felipe immediately.

"Majesty, I have arrived and I have news," he stated.

"What has happened Victor?"

"The Queen's child, Andre, has met final death. Northman it seems has the girl. I have Compton."

"Where are you now?" Felipe demanded.

"We are at Compton's nest which also happens to be across from the girls house and Andre's remains. We will be leaving at first dark. I have a safe house in Shreveport we will be moving to."

"Proceed with your plans; keep Compton with you for now. I will be in touch tomorrow, after I speak with the Queen."

"Yes your majesty, I will wait for your word," Victor said, closing his phone.

Bill showed Victor to a light safe guest room and retired to his day room to await the pull of the sun.

Sam dialed Sookie's house phone for a third time. Still getting no answer, he tried her cell phone. It went straight to voicemail. 'What the hell is going on? She never misses a shift without a call,' he thought. He called another waitress to cover the shift Sookie was missing, and decided to go check on her at home.

Arriving at Sookie's house, Sam smelled death in the air, along with Vampires, multiple Vampires.

Using his spare key, he walked into the house. Finding nothing out of order, he looked out the windows. He spotted a strange ash in the backyard.

'Oh Shit,' he thought. 'What the hell happened?'

Walking out the back door, he approached the ash. 'Vampire remains.'

He was careful to not touch them, instead backing away. Returning to her house, he looked around more, trying to pick up some clue of where she was or what had happened, knowing it couldn't be good.

Sam, finding nothing, walked outside and got in his truck. As he pulled away, he decided to call Tara when he got back to the bar. She may not know anything but she deserved to know if something was off with her best friend.

Tara had been staying with Lafayette the past few months, having come to a parting of the ways with her Mother.

She was asleep when the phone started ringing. She had closed Merlotte's the night before, taking over Sookie's midday shift, and wasn't expected back into Merlotte's until after 3pm today.

The sound finally penetrating her dreamy haze, she started making her way to the noisemaker.

"What!" she demanded by way of a greeting, too tired to be polite.

"Tara, have you heard from Sookie? She missed her shift today, and when I went by the house, she wasn't there," Sam explained.

"Sookie? No Sam not since yesterday when I picked up the closing shift from her," Tara said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, alarm taking over her body as she focused on what Sam was telling her. "It's not like her Sam, something is wrong!" Tara stated.

"I know. Why don't you get yourself together and get over here; I'll tell you about what I found. I don't want to talk about it on the phone," he stated. "Laff is already here, I'll tell you both at the same time."

"Alright, I'll be there soon," Tara said, hanging up and starting a shower.

She was running out the door in less than 20 minutes, her mind frantic as she made the short drive to Merlotte's. 'What did you get into now Sookie? What now? I shouldn't have forced her to go to that bar the other night; it was too much too soon. She snapped. Oh Lord if she snapped, I'll never forgive myself!' guilt flooded her in waves.

Sam sat in his office for a moment. Realizing he didn't have enough information, he got up and started taking inventory for the next order he would need to place. Sookie was never far from his mind.

While he was standing in the walk-in, he used his cell to try hers again. 'Voice mail' he snapped his phone shut, resisting the urge to toss it at the wall in helplessness.

'Where did you go Cher?'

Tara arrived at Merlotte's and walked into Sam's office. He was sitting at his fax machine, sending a supply order through.

"What did you find?" she demanded, shutting the door.

"I found Vampire ashes, and I can't think of one good thing this may relate to. As a matter of fact I can only think of deep deep shit!" Sam said. "What did you all do on your night off?"

"We went to Shreveport. Laff dragged us to that bar Fangtasia. There was a blonde dude, a Vamp, he was all into Sookie. She was into him too."

"Blonde Vamp?" Sam asked, hoping it wasn't who he was thinking of.

"Uh-huh, he was sex on a stick, sitting on this throne, WOW, Sam. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and when they danced, it was like nobody else existed."

"DAMNIT Tara! That wasn't just anyone, that was THE Vampire Sheriff of the area!" Sam yelled in frustration. "Don't you have better sense than to go getting involved with Vamps? And to drag Sookie to a place like that, knowing what she can do?" he stressed, his eyes getting larger. "God only knows what the hell she is in to and where she is, if she is in danger."

"What do we do?" she asked quietly.

"We'll go back, TONIGHT, see if we can find anyone to give us some answers."

Tara left his office then, to tell Laff what was going on.

AN: Its a short chapter but kinda needed to fill in any potential blanks/gaps in the story