Chapter 38 – Illuminations

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As she was being led out, Diane turned to me and said, "I have some information that you might find valuable, Eric, I mean Sheriff. Do you think you can help me out?"

I looked at her for a moment, and I wondered if she actually had valuable information about Victor Madden. I finally said, "Diane, I'm not the one who is arresting you. But, I will come to visit with you tomorrow night. If you actually have information that would be helpful to me and mine, I'll see what I can do for you. That's the best I can do under these circumstances."

She nodded, "thank you, Sheriff, you won't be sorry." And I had to wonder why it was that every time someone said 'you won't be sorry' that I always ended up being sorry. Ah well…. Wedding planning underway, Disco Triplets handled, points scored with human law enforcement, Victor threatened, and Freyda insulted. All in all, not a bad night.

Now:

I arrived home just a little before dawn. As I lay waiting for the day to take me, I chuckled at how intolerably boring my life was just a few weeks ago. I would have never had a night filled with so many adventures back then. By the gods, my Sookie was a force of nature, and she didn't even know it. It had been like this almost since the moment I met her, and the pace of events showed no sign of slowing down. And that was just fine by me. I relished in the adventurous nights. Few people understood how boredom was the biggest curse of vampirism. There are numerous recorded incidents of vampires meeting the sun out of sheer boredom. In fact, there have been several times in the past when I thought that Godric was perilously close to joining their ranks. Thankfully he appears to have found something of interest to him with this whole law enforcement idea.

I looked over at my slumbering Sookie. She was so beautiful. I pulled her to me into spooning position. In a way she was right: our story was really just beginning. I couldn't wait to see where we were a few centuries from now. She would only become more spectacular with time. She would grow into her powers and her grace. She was likely to become, well, dazzling over the time period. And she would always be mine. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Thank you Freya, Frigga, and the Allfather for the blessings you have bestowed on me. I hope to be deserving of them. It was with these prayers that I fell into my day death.

Tuesday, 1:16 p.m.

Eyes pop open, roll out of bed, stretch, grab the remote and swish the mouse; start the day. I looked at the clock. Holy, holy fuck! 1:16? What the what? This was insane! Why was I rising earlier and earlier? Lots of questions and no answers. Just then, my phone rang, "Northman," I answered without looking at who called.

"Eric, are you up?" Sookie asked.

"Apparently," I answered with a chuckle.

"Why are you up so early? Don't you usually sleep longer?"

"Well… usually. But I've been rising earlier the last couple days. It's kind of strange," I answered.

"Uhmmm… do you think… " she hesitated.

"Do I think what, Sookie?"

"Do you think it might have something to do with our bond?" she asked.

"What makes you say that," I was genuinely curious.

"Well… a few things have happened with me in the past two days. Weird things."

"Such as?" I asked.

"Yesterday," she started explaining, "a tree with its roots in a large bucket was on the flat-bed trailer. We were going to use it at a landscaping site. When the truck pulling the trailer moved forward, the tree slipped and started to fall off the flat-bed. And before I knew it, I had moved really, really fast to stop it. And Eric, the tree and root-bucket weighed at least a couple hundred pounds. First of all, I should never been able to get to it as fast as I did, and second, I should have been basically crushed if it fell on me. But I just pushed it back upright onto the trailer as if it were weightless. Don't you think that's strange?"

I thought her question over for a moment, "I know that your having my blood will make you faster and stronger, but this is beyond what I expected." I thought for a moment, "anything else unusual happen?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, "well, one thing… " she hesitated again. "Uhmm, I've been doing a lot of lifting and moving of fairly heavy plants. I should be dead tired. But I feel fresh as a daisy. That's kind of weird, doncha think?"

"So, let me get this straight, you are faster, stronger, and you don't get tired? Have I got it?" I asked.

"Pretty much. What do you think?" she asked.

"I'd say, just off-hand, that you've acquired some vampire traits. That has to be from our bond. Does this new acquisition of skills upset you?"

"Oh my goodness, no. It's pretty darn great," she replied. "Do you think that the bond might be why you are rising earlier?"

"I'm sure of it. There might be more to come for both of us. But it seems that each additional skill just makes us stronger or gives us advantages that we didn't have before. That doesn't sound so bad, does it?" I asked with a grin she couldn't see over the phone.

I could hear the smile in her voice when she asked, "do you think rising earlier gives you an advantage?"

I laughed, "how could it not? I can take care of work earlier and faster. I can handle things in the daytime that I used to have to relegate to my dayman. Most importantly, it frees up more of my night time for you, my love."

"Well I gotta love that, my Eric," she purred with more than a little seduction in her voice. I felt myself go immediately hard.

I chuckled, "and that – right there – may be the downside."

"What are you talking about," she said sounding honestly confused.

"The fact that you can say just one sentence that gives me a raging hard-on, and you won't be home for hours… my love." She laughed merrily. "You don't feel at all guilty for my dilemma, do you?" I asked. She only laughed harder. "I see how you are, you wicked vixen." Again, she laughed at my expense. Gods, I loved playing with this woman, I thought, as I felt myself smiling from ear to ear.

She was chuckling, and then suddenly she wasn't. I listened for a moment to see what was happening. Then she spoke to me, "Eric, I'm going to put you in my pocket because I think you may want to hear this."

"What are you talking about, Sookie?" I asked, but apparently I was already in her pocket… so to speak.

I heard Jason's voice, "howdy, what can I do for you? You looking for some plants or some landscaping?"

I heard a strange voice say, "we're looking for Sookie Stackhouse."

Jason replied, "well, I'm Jason Stackhouse, and this is my sister Sookie."

The strange voice continued, "Miss Stackhouse, I'm very happy to meet you. My name is Garvin Calhoon, and this here is my wife Sue. Do you have a moment for us to talk to you?"

I heard my Sookie's sweet voice ask, "absolutely. Like my brother asked, are you looking for specific plants or for landscaping services?"

"We're not here to talk about plants in any way. We're here to talk about your soul, Miss Stackhouse. Your soul which will be lost forever if you continue to consort with vampires. Let us help you find the light, Miss Stackhouse. Let us help you save your soul. Before it's too late."

There was a pause in the conversation before I heard my Sookie ask, "too late for what, exactly?"

Another pause before, "too late, Miss Stackhouse, for your soul to be saved."

"For my soul to be saved from what?" she asked. I had to appreciate that she sounded genuinely confused, although I knew that she was totally fucking with this FOTS joker.

The female apparently decided to chime in, "from eternal damnation, Miss Stackhouse, from eternal life in the blazing pit of fire, with torment everlasting. Surely you want to avoid that?"

"Ah, I see. And just why are you so sure I need this dire warning?" Sookie asked.

The male, Garvin, spoke, "because Miss Stackhouse, you are trying to tie your soul to a godless bloodsucker. If he were truly worthy of you, why would he leave you alone in the daytime? Because he can't abide God's holy light, that's why. Just look at all the trouble you and your brother have had at the hands of vampires," he concluded with a certain amount of, well, certainty in his voice.

Sookie's voice continued her conciliatory tone, "I see." She paused, I can only assume for dramatic effect, before she continued, "Mr. Calhoon… "

"You may call me Garvin, Miss Stackhouse… "

A slight pause before, "Mr. Calhoon," my Sookie continued, "why do you assume that my fiancé, Eric, is both godless and abhorrent to the light of day?"

Sue answered, "because he's a vampire, Miss Stackhouse… "

I heard Sookie chuckle, "yes, he is. But I know him. He is neither godless nor afraid of the light of day."

Garvin chuckled, "of course he is, Miss Stackhouse, how could he be any other way?"

I could hear the smile in my Sookie's voice when she said, "what if I could prove to you that he is neither? Would you believe it if I could?"

I heard the male chuckling, "how can you possibly prove that, Miss Stackhouse?"

"That's not the point, Mr. Calhoon. I asked if I could prove it, would you believe it? Simple question; what's your answer?"

"I don't believe for one second that you can prove it, but if you could, then yeah, I would believe it,"

"Sue," Sookie asked, "does Garvin go to work during the day… usually?"

"Yes, he does," she answered tentatively.

"So, you don't usually spend your days together, right?" Sookie asked. "This day would be an exception to the norm, right?"

Sue hesitated, "I guess…"

Sookie chuckled, "it's not a trick question, Sue. I just wanted to know your norm. So, when he goes to work, what do you do?"

"I … I take care of the kids and the house."

Sookie continued, "so, it's normal for your husband to be gone during the day, right?"

Sue answered, "yes, but I know that Garvin is awake and working."

Sookied pressed, "and how do you know that, Sue?"

"Because he calls me during the day. He stays in touch with me, even if he can't be with me, unlike your vampire who can't do anything during the day," Sue declared.

"I see," Sookie said again. "So, if I could prove that my vampire and I talk during the day, and stay in touch with each other during the important things in life, would that change how you think about vampires?"

Garvin hooted, "yeah, if you could do that. Which you can't."

"Let's just see about that, shall we," my Sookie said. She must have fished her phone from her pocket. "Eric, are you still there?" she asked, and she must have hit the speakerphone button because I could hear my voice coming back to me.

"Yes, my love. What do you need from me?" I asked.

She apparently turned to explain to the witless humans that we had been on the phone to each other when they arrived. "So you've been listening in since Sue and Garvin arrived, right? Since we were already on the phone with each other?"

"Absolutely, my love. I heard every word."

Sookie continued, "in other words, you are up and functioning during the day, right?"

"Yes, my love, you know that I am," I answered.

Sookie said to the humans, "so part one of your condemnation of my fiance is smashed. He's obviously not afraid of the daytime. Part one of your argument against vampires has just been dismissed."

I could hear Garvin ask, "how….?"

Sookie pressed on, "Eric, are you godless?"

I chuckled, "no, my love, you know how I pray regularly. We've even prayed together."

I heard her voice as she turned to the two humans, "so you see, my fiancé is neither afraid of the day, nor is he godless. So, I gotta ask, what is your point in being here?"

"He's lying, Miss Stackhouse, you know that," Garvin practically shouted.

"I know no such thing, Mr. Calhoon, I know Eric very well, and I don't know you at all. Eric is the vampire who has insured my safety against bad things happening. My fiancé is a very good man who helps people all the time. I've witnessed it personally. To me you are just messing with things you know nothing about. Why would you do something so evil, Mr. Calhoon?" There was a pause before Sookie continued in a sweet voice, "I'll pray for you, Mr. Calhoon. You and your wife. I'll pray that God doesn't punish you for your evil ways of bearing false witness against good people. I'll pray that He doesn't strike you down for being so wicked. In fact, Eric and I will pray together for your souls."

I could hear Sue ask in a sweet, weak voice, "your vampire prays?"

"Yes, Sue, he does. In fact, as he mentioned, he and I have prayed together, especially when Jason was kidnapped. He has helped so many people. He is especially fond of helping sick children. That's why he's such a big supporter of the Caddo Parish Children's Hospital. This past weekend he helped raise thousands of dollars for them. Are these the actions of an evil man?"

Garvin screeched, "you lie!"

Sookie continued, "check the newspaper accounts. He literally helped raise thousands of dollars. I haven't said a word that isn't absolutely true. I'm sorry if that challenges your preconceived prejudices."

Sue asked, "he cares about sick children? A vampire? Why?"

"Because he's a good man, Sue. What you have been taught about vampires is a pack of lies… a pack of lies created by very bad people who don't know what they are talking about. Don't feed into it."

Garvin persisted, "you must come into the light, Miss Stackhouse, you must."

I heard Sookie chuckle again, "and how exactly am I in the dark right now, Mr. Calhoon? It's the middle of the afternoon and here we all are. When exactly am I in all this supposed darkness?"

"At night, Miss Stackhouse, at night, you are in the darkness."

"And what exactly are you in at night, Mr. Calhoon… Mrs. Calhoon?" Sookie asked. "Of course, you are in the darkness of night as well. Now your arguments are just plain silly." She paused for a moment, "have either of you even met a vampire?"

Garvin answered, "of course not. We don't consort with evil beings."

"I see. So, basically you've condemned an entire race of people that you've never even met. Well, if that isn't the very definition of bigotry, I declare I don't know what is!" My Sookie was really working that southern charm.

Garvin tried again, "Miss Stackhouse…"

Sookie interrupted him, "no, Mr. Calhoon, you expect me to break up with my fiancé, whom I love with all my heart, and whom I know from first-hand experience to be a very, very good person, based on the say-so of admitted bigots I've never even met before? Are you high on some drug?" I nearly choked when I heard her add that. "Go spew your shameful hate somewhere else. You give real Christians a bad name, and I'm embarrassed for you."

There was a long silence before I heard Jason's voice, "go on now, go peddle your crazy somewhere else. You heard my sister, and don't bring your false-religion foolishness back here. Unlike your so-called church, this is a legitimate place of business." Gods, but I loved Jason.

A few moments later, I heard from a distance, "you'll be sorry, Miss Stackhouse."

Then I heard Jason, loud and clear, "did you just threaten my sister, you creep? Did you? I've got your names and your license plate, and I'm reporting you to the police." Apparently, Jason pulled his own cell phone out to make a call. "Uncle Des, I want a restraining order against… "

While Jason was talking, Sookie came back on the line, "Eric, are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here. Are they gone?" I asked.

"Tails tucked between their legs. Jason's telling Uncle Des, who will get us a restraining order and call the police for us. I think Sheriff Dearborn is tired of hearing from us at this point."

"I know you and Pam are going shopping tonight, and you should be safe, but I want you to take Clovache with you just in case, OK?" I asked.

"I should be home before we go shopping… " she added.

"I know, I just wanted to ask you that now. I'll send Pam a text to let her know about including Clovache. It might seem like overkill, but I want you safe, my Sookie," I insisted.

"OK, whatever you think is best." She chuckled, "those people sure had some nerve. As if a total stranger could walk up to me, and make me break up with my fiancé, just because they asked me to. Did they actually think that would work? There must not be an overabundance of smarts in that church."

"No one ever accused the Fellowship of the Sun of being a brain trust." We both laughed.

"I have to get back to work, Eric. I'll see you when I get home."

"Goodbye until then, my Sookie," I said as we both hung up. I shook my head and chuckled at the stupidity of the FOTS members. Did they actually think that approach would work? Were they just so convinced of their 'rightness' that they thought it would be apparent to anyone they approached? The whole thing just boggled my mind.

I decided to try to use my time wisely. I worked on my businesses, sheriff matters, managed my investments, and best of all, I started the planning for our Venetian honeymoon. While I was at it, I made inquiries into travel into the Amazon. Something for us to look forward to in the future. I really hoped my Sookie found her undiscovered plant and got to name it. But going on safari could be rather tricky for a vampire. It's not like tents and such provide a lot of protection from daylight, no matter what Sookie had just told those nimrods from FOTS.

After that I did internet searches for jewelry on the sites for Chopard, Harry Winston, Lorraine Schwartz, and others. I found a few pieces that I liked for my Sookie and printed them up to take with me to the jewelry store. I chuckled when I thought that I was probably making Ms. Spenalzo's commission quota for the month, if not longer. Then it occurred to me that I could probably save time if I just emailed the pictures straight to her, so I did. I got an email back shortly that told me she would have things waiting for me when I arrived. Excellent. Even though I've apparently been given more time during my days didn't mean I had to waste it. Plus I was curious about what Dianne might have to share with me, so I was a little anxious to meet up with her. I wondered if she might actually spill the beans on Victor Madden. More importantly, would she be able to give me information that could help put an official stop to whatever machinations he had going?

Finally, the sun set, and I emerged from the underground area to prepare for Sookie's evening homecoming. I decided that since having this extra daylight time was apparently a gift of Sookie's blood through our bonding, that she should reap some of the rewards of that time. To that end I had made a few arrangements. I was checking on those when I heard her shout out, "honey, I'm home… " as she came into the house. I had already started the music from The Sleeping Beauty playing through the house sound system. The beautiful flower arrangement I had ordered for her was on the center table in the foyer. "Oh my goodness," I heard her say while she was just inside the door. I greeted her from the living room with a glass of dry red wine, which I had learned that she loved.

"Hello, my love, I hope your day went well," I greeted her, handing her a glass of Malbec. I remembered that was the wine she ordered on our first not-date. "I know you are going shopping with Pam tonight, but we have a little time before that. I thought maybe you might want to take a bath… with me?"

"I actually did want to wash up before I started trying on potential wedding gowns, so your proposition is… agreeable to me," she replied as she looked at me askance and waggled her eyebrows. Gods, but I loved this little tart.

I extended my hand to her and led her to our bathroom, picking up the nearly full wine bottle on the way. When we arrived at the bath, she squealed her delight at the dozens of lit candles I had placed all over the bathroom. "Who knew that a thousand year old Viking vampire could be such a romantic?" she asked.

"Well, you evil wench, you left me in quite the unsatisfied state this afternoon. Did you possibly imagine that I wouldn't seek satisfaction once you got home?" She giggled at my declaration. Good. I took her face in my hands and kissed the hell out of her. After a while I tugged the hem of her black tank top out of her pants and lifted it over her head. She was wearing some sort of sports bra underneath – black and very sexy for some reason. I must have moaned my satisfaction because she gave me an echoing moan in response. She reached up to pull the bra up and over her head, but I stopped her. "I rather like this… thing… so many possibilities…"

She looked at me puzzled. I knelt down and pulled the stretchy material at the top front of the bra down and under her breasts which lifted them up and made them appear even fuller than normal. "Oh, yes…" I whispered just before taking one into my mouth while I massaged the other. From her corresponding moans I could tell that this was pleasing Sookie as well. Win, win. She had her arms on my shoulders with her hands stroking the back of my neck. As I continued to worship her breast with my tongue, she kissed me on my temple, then my cheek, then the side of my neck, but when she put her tongue in my ear, I almost came in my pants. "Gods, Sookie, how can one person be so fucking sexy?" At that she began to softly purr while she continued to work her tongue in my ear. After I had thoroughly adored both breasts I pulled her mouth to mine as I unfastened her pants and pull them off along with her underwear. Meanwhile she grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving my lips only long enough to do so. While we were still kissing, I stood and removed the rest of my clothes. When we were finally both naked, I stepped back just to look at her beautiful body, and I saw her do the same to me. I waggled my eyebrows, "see something you like?" I smiled at her.

"Oh yes…" she purred. And it was her turn to kneel, "since I left you in such an unsatisfied state, let me make amends… " She took me into her mouth for what I was pretty sure was her first blow job. And just like everything else with Sookie, she didn't disappoint. I don't remember when, during her ministrations, I threw my head back and roared, but later she told me I did. I completely believed her.

We finished together in the bathtub, and she had made up for leaving me alone with a hard-on at least three times. By the time we got out and got dressed, Pam was knocking on our front door. Perfect timing. The three of us talked for a while, and presently they were off to look for the perfect wedding dress.

I arrived at the jewelry story, and Ms. Spenalzo was waiting for me. She directed me to the back of the store where she had some of her inventory waiting for me. What a difference between pictures and reality – or maybe there was something special about jewelry store lights – but the sparkle in the store was undeniable. My favorite necklace was from the Harry Winston Heavenly collection. It consisted of a chain of diamonds that looped around the neck and then criss-crossed in the front where two large pear-shaped diamonds hung on the end of each side of the chain. It was simple, yet elegant. Each diamond of the chain part of the necklace was nearly a carat, and the two pear shaped diamonds were almost six carats each. I opted to get Sookie a matching tennis bracelet. I would have liked to have gotten something more elaborate, but I was afraid that anymore than that would overwhelm her. I then picked out two plain platinum wedding bands for us.

Ms. Spenalzo totaled up the order and looked at me hesitantly. I nodded at her, and she said, "The total comes to… " she gulped.

I smiled at her, "yes?"

"The total is $667,512.32." She exhaled a puff of air and just looked at me. Waiting, I suppose, for me to balk at the thirty-two cents.

"OK," I said as I whipped out my American Express black card and handed it to her. A wild and silly giggle escaped her for only a second, and then a look of professionalism returned to her face. She nodded at me and took my card and my purchases to the back of the store. I couldn't help but smirk at her apparent excitement. When she returned with the credit card receipt for me to sign, she also brought the jewelry beautifully boxed for me to take. I thanked her and returned home to place the items in the safe to protect them.

I called Homeland Security to ask if I could possible see Diane, and he said he would arrange for an appointment in about an hour. After that was set up, I drove to the secure warehouse to look in on our water fae prisoner. I looked through the iron bars of the cell, and Tannis didn't look well at all. His skin color had turned ashen gray. I asked the Were guards if he had been fed, and they said yes, but he had eaten very little. They also added that they had been very careful to only give him a little water at a time, and they made sure he swallowed all of it. I started to turn away when I heard Tannis speak.

"You'll never defeat him, you know," he said very weakly.

I turned back to him, "who?"

He started laughing, "take your pick. Now that Brendan knows about the abominations as he calls all hybrids, he'll never stop coming for them until they're dead. And that vampire who hired us, he's building an army. It's just a matter of time. I wouldn't get too attached if I were you." I couldn't help but think of the wedding rings I'd just purchased.

"How much does Brendan know about Sookie and Jason?" I asked.

Tannis shrugged, "not much, only that there are hybrid abominations in the human realm. I don't think he knows yet who they are. But it's only a matter of time until he gets all the information on them."

I filed that away to discuss with Fintan. "And the vampire who hired you, what do you mean he's building an army?"

"He's got dozens, maybe hundreds of vampires who will answer his call. He wants the sky fairies really badly. Especially the girl. Although he wants them both. He knows what they are and what they can do."

"Why are you volunteering this information now, when you fought so hard not to tell us anything before?" I asked.

"Adaris is dead – although that was a good trick to make me think she was alive, and you will never let me return to my children. I'm about to die, too, I can feel it. My body cannot recharge itself without sufficient water. Nothing I'm telling you can hurt my children, and I've had a lot of time to think. I've been really thinking about why we've been taught to hate hybrids. I've been thinking about the unfairness of that. I've been questioning why only pure-blood fairies are acceptable. I've been re-assessing everything I've ever been taught. If not for this teaching and for these beliefs, my Adaris would still be alive. When I go to the Summerlands, I want to go with a clear conscience; you seem to really love your abomination… sorry, hybrid. We attacked you, and you simply defended yourselves. I have honor enough to see that. I cannot say that I wish you well, but… "

"If you were released from here, what would you do?" I asked.

He looked up, "I would gather up my children and get them away from our village before Brendan could stop us. But… if Brendan caught me it would be all over. He would torture me far more than you have for information on the abominations."

"Where would you go… with your children, if you could get them safely away?" I asked.

"I don't know. I have a distant cousin who married into the Earth Fae clan… Or, maybe I'd bring them to this realm. I don't know…"

"Would you teach them not to hate hybrids?" I had to ask.

I could see from his expression that I had gotten his interest, "I would. I would absolutely teach them that. Why? Are you going to help me get them out?"

I thought for a minute, "let me make some inquiries." I turned to the Were next to the cell, "bring me a glass of water." He did so immediately and opened the cell. I walked in, knelt next to Tannis, and held the glass as he drank the entire glass in one try. As if he knew I would want to know, he opened his mouth wide to show that he had swallowed it all. I nodded and left the cell. I turned once more to him, nodded my head and said, "keep yourself alive," and left.

I wondered for a moment why I was considering helping this water fae, and it occurred to me that as unfair as their clan's teaching about hybrids were, it was almost equally unfair to persecute him for beliefs he couldn't help. Almost. When I talked to Fintan about Brendan, I would also talk to him about the possibility of rescuing Tannis' children and bringing them to him. Maybe I would even help them find a safe place to live. I shook my head. Either this was just the right thing to do, or I was going soft in my old age. He had freely just given me some valuable information.

I headed to the Shreveport police station, and walked up to the front desk. I informed the officer at the desk that Homeland Security had arranged for me to see a prisoner being held there. Shortly, Homeland Security walked out from the back and motioned for me to join him. We entered an interrogation room together where Diane in an orange jail jumpsuit was waiting for us. I nodded, "Diane."

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