Getting close to what I called the end to Part 1.

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Snoogans

"Wow Sookie, I don't believe it."

"I told you. So now, I was wondering if there was some sort of a spell or something you could do to help us find Eric. I'm desperate. I only have 3 more days, and nothing to work with. We have no leads, no anything." and I realized then how quickly time was flying, and pretty soon, it would be the fifth day, and I had to have this done, completed, Eric found and safe, with me, before then.

"Sookie, of course I will help you. Let me call Octavia, and see what she can think of." She stopped to look at me, and then she sighed. "You know what your story was lacking?"

"What's that?"

"Sleep. Sookie, I will help you, but you have to do something for me right now."

"Anything. I will do anything you want. Name it."

"I want you to go take a shower. A long hot one. Then, I want you to borrow some of my pajamas, and sleep. I don't want you out of that guest room until I tell you you can come out. Understand?"

"But what if you need my help with something? What if something happens? What if.." and she raised her and to stop me.

"Sookie, if I need you, I will come get you. But right now, you need sleep, or you're going to be no good to anyone, not even Eric. How do you expect to help him if you pass out from exhaustion?"

She had a point. I got up from the table, stuck my tongue out at her, and she smiled and giggled a little. "Good night Sookie."

I got in the shower, and put it as hot as I could handle it. It felt wonderful. I just stood there for a while, and let the water beat down on my shoulders and the back of my neck. When I was done, I went into the guest room, and found that Amelia had laid out some pajamas for me. I changed, and got into bed. I thought I would never be able to sleep, but I was out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I didn't dream, thank goodness. I had been scared to sleep this whole time, because I didn't want to have a nightmare about Eric. The things that I was thinking about while I was awake were bad enough. I woke up with Amelia standing over me, saying my name.

"Sookie, good you're awake. Girl, you must have been tired, I've been trying for five minutes to get you to wake up."

"I haven't really slept the last three days."

"I wanted to let you know that we might have something. Come on, get up." she pointed to the dresser, "Here, you can wear these." She had laid out a fresh pair of clothes for me. Jeans and one of her tight little shirts. There was also a bag, and I discovered that Amelia had bought me a pair of socks, a bra, and underwear. I changed, and went out to the living room. Amelia was alone.

"Is anyone else coming?" I asked.

"Nope, just you and me this time. I don't need anyone else though for this one. Now, Octavia pointed me in the right direction, and said this has worked for her in the past, but she's never used it to locate a vampire, and she didn't know of anyone else who had tried to either. So we are the first we know of to try it."

"What do we need to do?"

"I need something of Eric's. Do you have anything on you?"

"Well, I have some of his money, he left it for me in case something happened to him."

"Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of, I don't have anything on me that was his alone." I could almost cry right now. Why didn't I think of this before I left. Last time she needed his photo, so why did I think this time I could just drive all the way out here without being prepared?

"WAIT!" I yelled, and ran back to the guest room. I grabbed the sweatshirt that I had been wearing, and ran back out to the living room. "This is Eric's. I'm usually the one who wears it, but Jason bought it for him when he had amnesia. He hates it, but it's nice and warm, so I wear it sometimes. But technically, it's Eric's."

"That works for me." and she took the sweatshirt from me. She had me follow her out to the patio, and there, I found that she had laid a map of the United States out on the ground. There was also a metal bucket, and a circle of salt, just like before.

"Sookie, sit over there. Don't enter the circle. I'm going to burn his sweatshirt, and if it works, his location should burn itself on the map. I will read it out to you if it does, and you write it down." She pointed to the table that was with her lawn furniture, and there was a piece of paper and a pen.

Amelia stepped into the circle, did a prayer to a mother or someone, and then started to read from a book. She read a few sentences, and then bent down, and lit his sweatshirt on fire in the bucket that she had with her in the circle. I grabbed the pen and paper, and went to stand by the edge of the circle. Amelia put her hand out to stop me. We waited a moment, nothing was happening.

Another few minutes passed, and still nothing. By now, the sweatshirt was almost completely burnt. I lowered my head, and I could feel tears getting ready to spill from my eyes, and then Amelia spoke.

"Sookie, look!"

The map started to smolder, and then burn.

"What's it spelling?" I asked, standing on my tip toes just at the edge of the circle, pen and paper ready to go.

"Shh, wait." Amelia replied. The map burnt a little more. "It says Centuries Memorial Cemetery. Do you know where that is?"

I wrote it down. "I don't, but we could look it up online right."

"Yep, sure can!" she said what sounded like another prayer, and then stepped out of the circle. We went inside and she sat down at her computer. She pulled up Google, and typed in the name. The first hit was for a cemetery in Shreveport. She pulled up a map of it's location.

"I know how to get there!" I yelled, and was almost running out the door.

"Sookie, wait!" she called after me.

I ran back in, and gave Amelia a giant hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" and I started to leave again, but she stopped me.

"Sookie, don't go running off to the cemetery right now. It's gonna be dark by the time you get back, and if that's where Victor is keeping Eric, he will be there too. You can't just run there with no plan. You will get yourself killed."

"Don't worry, I will be fine. Listen, can you do one last thing for me. Can you call Pam's cell phone, and tell her that you got her message, and you think you can help her out and work a shift at Fangtasia, and you are on your way back now and she should stay put. That way, she should know it's from me. She was going to meet me out here if this took longer."

"No problem. Sookie! Be careful!" she called after me. I was already out the door, and in the borrowed car.

I raced back to Pam's house. I did a circle of her block before I parked, to see if anything looked suspicious. It was just after nine at night when I arrived. I jumped out of the car, and ran to her front door. She opened it just as I was about to leap up the step that started the little porch in front of her house, and yelled, "Run Sookie!" and then someone behind her threw a silver chain around her neck. "I will be fine Sookie, just run!" and then she let out a scream of pain.

I had frozen in my tracks, turned, and started to run back to the car. I didn't make it. A hand reached out, and grabbed my ponytail, and I got jerked to a stop, and fell flat on my back. It knocked the wind out of me. I laid on the ground for a moment, coughing and gasping for air. I was finally able to open my eyes, and I saw Victor standing over me.

The cemetery is a real place in Shreveport, LA. I Googled it.

I'm taking a cross country road trip next year, and plan on stopping there, just cause. ;)