Disclaimer: Unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own. All copyrights belong to Ms. Harris and Mr. Ball.

A/N: I know this chapter is a little bit shorter than the others, therefore I will post the next one as well.

Chapter 21

VLAD'S POV:

After waiting for the sun to set, I decide to skip the car and set off into the sky. It is faster, plus I enjoy feeling the wind rush across my skin. One of my Vampire gifts is flight. My Mistress has the gift as well as two of my children, Godric and Paris, and their children Eric and Cleo.

Within 10 minutes, I am landing at the front entrance to this tourist trap. Completely cliché if you ask me, but I have heard it is quite profitable. I think I will stick with my casino.

Since the bar isn't open yet, I knock on the door and wait for someone to open it. Within seconds, Eric's child, Pamela, opens the door.

"Elder, what can I do for you? I wasn't aware of a meeting between you and my master." She states with her normal bored tone. Oh, how I have missed his arrogant teenager spawn, not.

"You are his child, not his equal. I am sure there are many things that you don't know about him. But no, I don't have a scheduled meeting with him. Now are you going to let me in, or will I need to put you in your place?" I state getting slightly aggravated with his spoiled brat of a child.

"That won't be necessary Elder. Pamela, let him in now. Then go find something to do besides eavesdropping on our conversation. We will discuss your disrespect later." The Viking states, while coming out of the back hallway, glaring at his child.

Pam instantly realizes her mistake and bows her head to me, then to Eric and disappears from sight.

"Grand Sire, I am sorry for my child's behavior. Please forgive me." Eric says while kneeling down on one knee.

"It is not entirely your fault for her attitude; unfortunately she was born with it. Come, rise, we have much to discuss. Plus, it seems I need to check in with the Sheriff." I tell him, while placing a hand on his shoulder.

He leads me in to what appears to be his office. Oh, it would seem that I interrupted his dinner. The smell of blood and sex still lingers in the air.

"You have a problem, Eric. But have no fear; I have just the plan to get you out of this cluster screw." I tell him, while seating myself in one of his guest chairs.

"I understand you have a new Vampire in your area and he will be reporting for 'work' tonight, correct?" I ask.

"Yes, William Compton has recently moved to my area and tonight will be his first shift. Why do you ask?" I can see it in his eyes; he doesn't trust Compton at all. Good, he did listen to our lessons.

"Oh, just because he has been sent by your Queen to plant 'V' in your bar before the Magister gets here tonight. Sophie wants you out of the way. She doubts your loyalty to her. Kristina has seen it play out and informed me of what was to transpire."

"WHAT? WHY? I have always been loyal to her. You said you have a plan. I assume it will be better than just killing Compton before the Magister gets here and disposing of the 'V'?" Oh Viking, of course I have a better plan.

"On the flight here we came up with a plan that will accomplish many things." I smirk at him.

"You will wait until he arrives, once he is in the bar we will distract him, you will send someone out to check his car, they will find more 'V', you will detain him, then place a call into the Magister. Then you can play dumb when the Magister arrives by thinking that he is here because you called him. Simple enough and it should be fun to watch as well." It really is a simple plan, but should work perfectly.

"You said 'we', who is 'we'?" He asks; I knew he would catch on.

"It seems that I interrupted your dinner earlier, why don't you allow Pamela to redeem herself by finding us something to enjoy."

ERIC'S POV:

I can't believe everything that Vlad has told me. Well, of course I believe him. That's not what I mean.

After Pam brought us two of my dancers to dine on, we both went out on the floor to await this waste of space named Compton. I had Pam bring out the extra throne for my grandsire to sit on. Now, I find myself contemplating Sophie-Anne's motives.

My queen is plotting against me, but why? I have always been loyal to her, even when I shouldn't. She might be my queen, but I am nearly a Vampire Elder, my maker is an Elder, and I come from the strongest Vampire bloodline on record. My age demands a certain level of respect, even from a monarch.

Luckily, Vlad already has a plan. It happens to be a great plan, and I agree that it should be quite fun to watch. What I am not looking forward to is dealing with his Goddaughter.

I'm not sure why she hates me as much as she does. But it might have something to do with the fact that I might have propositioned her a few times over some video conferences.

But, I mean seriously, she is part Faery and part Handmaiden. She should be a very sexual creature, yet she refused my advances: something about waiting for someone. She honestly can't be buying into all that Prince Charming shit, can she?

Why did it have to be her that saw all of this? That means that I will owe her. Owe a fucking Faery! Can this get any worse? Well, of course it could. She could have kept all of this to herself. Luckily, she thinks enough of my grandsire to tell him and allow him to tell me. I also have a feeling that she is the one that came up with this plan.

Bill Compton will pay for this and then Sophie-Anne will know what it means to not have me on her side. Plus, with Compton gone, his little Southern Belle will be in need of a strong Viking protector.

You know what? I might not mind owing Kristina if all this allows me to have my sweet little telepath.

A/N 2: Don't forget from now until 2/24, for every five reviews I get I will post a new chapter.