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Turning down the street I heard the distinctive sound of hellhounds following my every move. I rolled my eyes, turning around to look at the dogs that were right on my heels now.

"Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" I asked.

"Well hello to you, Sookie." My eyes widened slightly, but I didn't turn around. I knew that voice.

"What is the prince of Hell doing up on earth?" I asked; kicking the dog closest to me in the face.

"You know, enjoying the view that this world has to offer. It is very cold up here." He answered; his voice smooth.

I finally turned around to stare at the demon who usually stayed away; deep in the pits of hell. He was very handsome; probably one of the most handsome men I had ever seen in my long life. Long dark brown wavy hair fell down to the middle of his back. His face was slender and his eyes were a dark bloody red color, but it wasn't overpowering; they looked perfect on him. His pointed ears were sticking out behind his brown hair that was tucked behind said ears. His lips curled up slightly into a smile and I saw his fangs; double fangs he has. One set on his lateral incisors; which were slightly shorter than the fangs on his canines.

"It is only cold to you, Sammael. Now, why are you really here?" I asked again.

"I wanted to see your beautiful face." He stepped toward me.

I didn't dare move; this man could hurl me into hell very quickly and it is a real pain to come back out of there. We were both creatures of Darkness though and I was his 'beauty', that's what he would call me. He had taken a liking to me when he heard whispers that I was the 'Vampire of the Final Death'. Yes, even in hell they hear much what happens on earth. Maybe even more than the angels at times. Demons are very cunning and though I had no problem with Sammael, I didn't trust him with anything.

"I am really not buying that, Sammael." He stepped closer now, so close that he was a few inches away from me. I watched as his dogs backed away from him. That was very unsettling in my opinion. It seemed as if they weren't following him. "Why are your dog's not lapping at your feet?"

He sighed. His eyes traveled down to the dogs that moved back further away from him, their growling grew slightly as they backed away and into the trees.

"That is a very good question, my beauty." He barred his fangs at the creatures; their red eyes finally disappeared from sight. "They have been gone a few weeks now. Only a few of them, but they have not returned on my summons. I came up to figure out why they were not following my orders and I came upon you."

I raised an eyebrow. "I don't want your demon hell dogs following me, Sammael."

"You are rather vengeful toward them." He smirked; his fangs raked over his lips.

"Ever since you sent some after me for a present, I don't think I could like them." I answered.

"I did not send them, Abbadon did." He sighed. "My dearest brother has not been in hell either. The big man is getting rather pissed. We keep to ourselves down there; hardly ever see the boss, but he had heard Abbadon has not returned."

My eyes narrowed. "Interesting."

"Quite." He answered, looking up to the sky.

The sun was about to come up and I had not made it to a hotel yet. No, I was stopped by a prince of hell and hellhounds. Such a lovely day this will turn out to be. I turned on my heel and Sammael began to follow me. I sighed. Not really looking forward with him joining me, but I couldn't really tell him no either. He was a prince; you do not turn down royalty.

We made it to a shabby little hotel and Sammael made a noise of disgust at the place. I was on the same page as him. It was a rather dirty building with a really creepy human in the front. The guy just screamed pedophile. I looked back at Sammael who put on sunglasses; which seemed hilarious to me. He stayed silent as we walked through the lobby, or what seemed like one.

"I need a room, please." I told him.

The man smiled. His teeth were yellow and crooked, adding to the list of creepiness. Ironic; I am standing next to a demon and yet this human made me cringe, not the demon.

"For a day, love?" The man asked. "One bed or two?"

"Two-"

"One." Sammael said at the same time as I did.

I turned enough to send him a glowering look. I leaned over to whisper for him to only hear. "I swear you try to advance on me, I will send you back to your home in hell and I will make sure it's painful."

"You wouldn't." He said in mock horror.

"With a smile on my face." I clarified.

He chuckled smoothly. "It did not even cross my mind, beauty."

"Sure it didn't." I answered; turning back around I looked at the man again. I sighed. "One bed." I growled out. It's alright; I will sleep on the floor if I must.

The man gave me the key and I paid with my credit card quickly. I grabbed my only bag and began to trudge around the side of the building to the outside rooms. Room three hundred and seven was the number of my room and I found it quickly.

I might not feel the pull of the sun, but I still get very tired when I don't sleep for quite some time. I didn't wait for Sammael as I pushed the door open and headed into the room. It was a normal hotel room. A bed, TV, lamp, nightstand, coffee station, small table and a bathroom to the side. Not something either a prince or princess would ever be caught dead in, but here we were. A princess of Faery and a prince of hell, in a shabby ass hotel.

"This is a disgrace." Sammael commented.

He sat down on the bed and cast his eyes to me. I folded myself down the wall and crossed my legs as I leaned against it.

"Well I had no idea I would be greeted with his highness's presence." I waved my hand slightly. "I really don't intend to stay here that long. I will find another hotel and by then you should be gone."

"Ah, yes. I won't be staying long. I was simply trying to figure out where my dogs were."

"You aren't worried about Abbadon then?" I closed my eyes.

"I wouldn't have to worry about Abbadon. He can take care of himself and I am sure he is up to no good."

"None of you princes ever are. None are nice." I answered.

"That is not true. I come bearing gifts for you, that is nice isn't it?" He asked.

I opened my one eye and saw him open the trench coat he was wearing. He pulled out two beautiful blades. One was iron and one was silver. He laid them on the floor and held up his hand to me. I would need to be careful with both of them. Pure luck that I thought of bringing gloves. I watched him pull out a rather bigger leather bag.

"This one is special." He tossed it in my direction. "I even wrapped it myself."

I caught it reflectively and my brows furrowed. It was slightly heavy. Carefully I released the leather cord that was wrapped around the opening. I pulled it down and peeked inside. A glittering tip shone brightly against the sun razes that were peeking through the curtains.

I knew this kind of sword. It was more of a short sword that could be hidden under long sleeved shirts, with a skinny blade. Intricately carved runes glowed out in what looked like diamonds.

"Tell me what I would use this for? I doubt I will be killing any angels soon."

"They will also kill hellhounds. Meaning they will finally die and go to the deepest pit of hell where they cannot be resurrected."

"Sammael, you are giving me this blade to kill your hellhounds?" I was astonished.

"The ones that are following you, Sookie aren't on my orders." His face was serious now. "There are a few more that have gone missing. More than the three you saw tonight. I have no idea where Abbadon is; we cannot track him. I have no idea what this means, but I want you to take precautions. You are far too precious to lose your life over some hellhounds that have decided to disobey me."

Niall…just what are you doing?

My instincts were drawing me further away from him as this new information settled over me. Sammael stayed quiet as I sat up, holding the blade in my hand. Niall has something to do with these missing hellhounds. They are here on his orders, but Sammael had not given Niall permission to use them. I bit my lip slightly, feeling blood begin to pool in my mouth. Rage seemed to swamp my body as I looked down at these weapons.

Was Niall going against the prince of hell that commands these beasts? What is the reason? Why is Eric so important to die? Why does Niall want this death so badly?

My instincts went further as I gripped the short sword in my hand tighter, because I didn't believe that these hellhounds were sent to protect me anymore. No, I felt that they were sent to spy on me. But that doesn't answer the question as to why.

"I smell a fairy." Sammael commented, leaning back on the bed.

That caught my attention and I grabbed the sword. The iron and silver sword I kicked under the bed. Then quickly there was a popping sound and I looked up to see Claudine standing before me; her head was bowed. She was covered in blood though, it speckled her face, or what I could see of it. Her lips were set in a grim line.

"Sookie…" She whispered. "Niall doesn't know that I am here."

I looked down at Sammael who shrugged. I turned my attention back to her. "What are you doing here Claudine?"

"We were checking on the progress…or that is what I thought at first. Niall was checking on you, Sookie. To see if you were following orders."

It felt like something was kicked against my ribs.

"That isn't all." She whispered. She finally looked up to meet my gaze and I saw that her eyes were red. She had been crying. "Sookie…"

"Tell me what's wrong!" I told her swiftly.

"The water Fae still exists, Sookie. I just killed three a bit ago."

I couldn't pick my jaw up from the floor.