A/N: This is a bit on the short side, but we find out whats been going on in the rest of the world.

Chapter 11

"Ah, there you are. I do not like to be kept waiting!" Glaring his displeasure at the vampire bowed in front of him.

"I apologise your majesty, I was delayed." The vampire replied smoothly.

"Yes yes, excuses excuses." He waved the subordinate vampire's words away, impatient to hear the report he'd been waiting for. All his plans revolved around the information this pitiful excuse for a vampire held.

"I have done what you asked of me sire. The telepath and the sheriff have been watched constantly these last few weeks. It has seemed fairly innocent up until a few days ago when she flew off with the sheriff in the early evening and disappeared off the map till the next evening. They met someone at her house and then something strange happened. I can only assume the guest was a witch of some sort. The property was placed under a concealment spell, all our bugs went dead and I could no longer detect the property. It was like it disappeared completely, no sounds, no smells, nothing. I could not even step foot past the tree line; it's certainly the strongest magic I have seen. I have since then spent my remaining time researching the magic and trying to find a way round it. Unfortunately I've had no luck so far and any attempt to discover the identity of her visitor has yielded nothing yet."

There was silence between the two vampires until with a wave of his hand the lesser vampire was dismissed. Bowing deeply, he backed towards the door; unsure if the King was likely to change his mind at his partial failure. Once the door was closed, he began to ponder this latest development. The telepath is not without allies it seems. Plans need to be changed; he needs to tread carefully; very carefully. The imbecile is obviously in over his head, perhaps he has come to the end of his usefulness. Picking up the phone, he dials someone he thinks would be best to take over the task of watching the telepath and the sheriff. He would deal with the young vampire later.

The ancient one was reclined on her usual cushions high up in the northern mountains of her opulent Greek home. A handmaiden approaches as the ancient crone beckoned.

"Make the necessary arrangements; we need to be in the new world by tomorrow."

"Yes your grace." A knowing smile graced the crone's thin lips. Yes the new world will need me soon, best to be there as events unfold. All the pieces were falling into place, if we're not careful the wrong path will be chosen and all out war will be inevitable. Sinking back into her cushions she allowed the vision to play a second time. I think I shall enjoy meeting that feisty little fairy again.

"Charles? Charles?" Niall called for his chamberlain. "Where is that man?" he wondered.
A slim fairy with fiery red hair entered the room. "yes your majesty?" he replied.

"There was a breech in the wards surrounding my Granddaughters home. It appears there is a loop hole. Send someone to rectify it immediately."

"At once your Majesty." The red haired fairy bowed out of the room, leaving the Prince alone once more.

It appears I'll have to reopen Sookie's portal and see what the hell is going on. He mused, he hated his magic being messed with; it left a bad taste on the tongue and frazzled the nerves.

SPOV

I'm not sure how long I had been connected to the land around me but the low growl behind me certainly ripped my attention from my meditation. Turning slowly I threw my mental net out trying to pin point the impending threat. One lone Were, just outside of the clearing. His thoughts were hazy in his animal form, but his intent was clear; he wanted me.

I had no idea where mark had gone I couldn't sense him anywhere within the surrounding woods, I was alone in dealing with the Were. Trying not to be obvious in my movements I searched my immediate surrounding for a weapon of some sort but came up empty. The clearing was devoid of any sticks or rocks. My mind flashed to what Mark had said when talking about the standard 3, I could call objects I owned to me. I frantically racked my brain for a suitable weapon in the house to defend myself against the wolf. A dagger would be really helpful, but I certainly didn't own one. I'd have to settle for a knife from the kitchen, I closed my eyes and focused on the biggest sharpest knife I had in the house willing it into my hand. I knew something happened but it wasn't the knife I was expecting that came to me when I opened my eyes; it was a beautiful silver dirk. I barely had time to admire it when the wolf lunged at me. Putting my improved reflexes to the test I rolled to the side and adopted a half crouch, my weapon firmly in hand ready for the next move.

The wolf paced in front of me, appearing to reassess its options. I tried again to penetrate the haze and giving myself the advantage of knowing his next move. A small tug on the periphery of my mind informed me that there was a second Were coming to join the fray. Just great 2 against 1, my odds were depleting. The first wolf growled again, trying to pull my attention from the one behind me. Taking a deep breath I lunged for the first Were before the second could attack from the rear. Taking him slightly off guard, I managed to slice his chest and rolled past him. He howled and thrashed, as blood seeped into his fur. I now had both wolves in front of me, one of them injured. My odds were improving, but I had clearly angered the first with my slice. His mouth was foaming and his eyes flashed, he was going to make me pay for that before he took me. Perhaps the odds hadn't improved that much, they were clearly determined to take me. If I'd had the time I would be amazed at my ability to analyse the situation and come up with a reasonable strategy to overcome my foes, however it seemed to happen instantaneously and I had a small flash of pride before my brain refocused once again. I really wished I had more control over my gifts so I could even the fight and where the hell was Mark? I could really do with his help about now.

It was then that they both attacked together and several things happened all at once. Time seemed to slow and any fear I felt dissolved, I was able to think clearly and I knew what I had to do. Summoning light energy into my free hand I threw it at the uninjured Were, while I jumped and twirled in the air with all the gracefulness of a dancer towards the other. I thrust my blade into his chest and the world sped up once more. Landing lightly on the balls of my feet; I pivoted, dirk at the ready. But it was not needed, both wolves were clearly dead. The one I threw light at was smouldering slightly and the second was lying in a growing pool of blood. Casting my mind out again, I breathed easy to know I was once again alone. The first question that screamed through my mind was where the hell was Mark? He'd left me alone and vulnerable in the woods. I kicked myself, why the hell did I trust him? I was told not to trust anyone. I blindly let him lead me into the woods away from the protective wards and right to a fairy portal, when I know I still have fairy enemies looking for me. I felt so stupid; I mean was that even Dr Ludwig that came with him? My mind flashed to the shifting fae Preston. If he could take on the appearance of a shifter complete with brain signature, who's to say that one of them couldn't take on the shape of another Supe? I really needed to get back to the safety of the wards. I set off at a trot keeping my mind open and a firm grasp of my weapon.

I arrived back at the house soon enough and tried to plan my next move. It was still early afternoon so no Eric for a while yet. I did the only other thing I could think of; I picked up my cell and dialled Mr C. He was the only person I could trust right now and I hoped he would be able to come earlier and help me sort through this mess I'd put myself in.