Hi everyone thanks for waiting I know its been awhile but her is chapter 19. I really hope you all enjoy it.
It had been a few days since Eric had showed up on my porch and in that time I have fully forgiven him for what he did with Sophie Anne. I understood that there were somethings in the vampire world that I wouldn't fully understand. A part of me wondered if I'd ever let myself be turned by Eric; but that was really a thought for farther down the road in our relationship.
Since I moved to Bon Temps I did have much free time. Between Eric, vampire drama in Dallas, and me dealing with daily visions I had about zero time to just sit down and get back to things I liked to do. Though, I had finally found time to paint again between spending nights with Eric and sleeping majority of the days sleeping now that all the supernatural drama had calmed down.
It was late in the afternoon when I woke from the time from the bright red numbers on the clock on my nightstand that was the only way I could tell the time of day now that Eric had blackout curtains added to all my windows. I slowly uncurled from the pale arm that was circled around my waist. I shivered when my feet mad contact with the cold floor. I stretched my arms over my head feeling my muscles ache. I looked over my shoulder to see Eric still dead to the world. A smile played on my lips as I thought of the previous night I was still getting used to sex with a vampire, it was a hard adjustment but one that I was more than willing to make. I got up from the bed, not worried about being too quite because he was literally dead to the world, and made my way to my dresser. Opening the drawers I quickly sifted through my clothes, I pulled out a pair of dark wash cutoff shorts and an old flannel shirt.
I descended the stairs after changing and went into the living room. Taking my spot at the stool and easel that I had set up shortly before the trip to Dallas, I stared at the blank canvas visualizing what painting would flow from hands. I spun on my stool and faced my paints pulling tubs of dark oranges, yellows, and browns I squeezed some of their contents on to my palate. I picked up a brush I spun in my seat hitting the play button to my stereo once I was facing my canvas I dipped my brush into the paint and began to think about the dream I had before waking. I couldn't remember much only fragments but one image stood out to me.
I was unsure of how long I had been painting in a trance when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "Did I wake you?" I asked tilting my head to the side to allow Eric to nuzzle my neck.
"No." He kissed just below my ear "But I did miss having you next to me when I woke up."
"Well I'm sorry I'm not on the vampire sleep schedule yet." I giggled as his nose ghosted over a sensitive spot of my neck.
"So what have you painted today?" Eric asked resting his chin on my shoulder. I opened my mouth to speak but paused I wasn't sure what I had painted, I knew it was from my dream but other than that nothing. I took in what I had painted; it was a rustic scene, a dark cabin lit by blazing fire in the background and a few candles the lined the walls of the room. The candles illuminated pelts and ideals. There were three figures in the painting two sat a large table just to the left of the fire. At the head of the table was a man dressed in wolf furs adorn on his head was golden crown that reflected the blazing yellow of the fire. To the man's left was a woman with long blonde hair, she too was also wearing a gold crown though hers was more delicate in appearance. I hadn't painted her face instead she was looking down at a bundle in her arms; it was a baby the features hard to make out but it was a baby. "When did you see this?" Eric asked quietly.
"In a dream, this and a few other things…" I trailed off.
"I know this." He whispered I turned my face to him. His electric blue eyes were unfocused I knew he was thinking of something. "This was part of my human home, long ago."
"Really? Who are they?" I asked.
"My parents. My father, Ulfrik, he was king of our land, my mother, Astrid; she was always scolding me for my rebellious ways, and my little sister, Helga. She was only few months old when they were killed." I could see different emotions flicker across his unfocused gaze; fleetingly joy, sadness, then anger.
"Eric, I didn't… if I saw more… if I knew…" I couldn't get a sentence out I had upset him and didn't know what to do. I was silenced from my word vomit by Eric's cold lips.
"I would like this painting." I heard barely above a whisper. I nodded when he pulled his lips away. "Thank you." Eric rested his forehead against mine. "I can see your mind grinding away, I am fine. I am in no way upset with what you have painted. I will tell you of my life before my turning one day… if you do not dream of it yourself first that is." Eric stood to full height arms still around me. "Are you done? Or do you still have more to complete?"
I thought for a moment looking back at the painting before speaking "This one is done." I placed my brush down on the table as I glanced back to the crown on Ulfrik's head. "This was lost… no it was taken wasn't it?" I asked Eric turning to him; he only gave a brief nod. "You'll get it back. In my dream I remember seeing you hold it. I know it hasn't happened yet because your hair was as it is now. But," I frowned "I do not know how far into the future it was, I saw nothing aside from you with the crown in your hand and a blue shirt." I started to notice at this point my dreams show me only flickers of moments.
There was a long silence between us before Eric kissed my forehead "Your visions are truly something to marvel at." Eric pulled away from me, "I have somethings I must deal with. I will be at Fangtasia by nine. I would like for you to be there." It wasn't a question but a rather a firm suggestion.
"Is it vampire or human related?" I asked. Eric gave me a pointed stare, "Right vampire super secretness."
He gave me that boyish smirk. "Remember nine." He kissed my cheek before he flew out the door and into the night sky.
"We need to work on his people skills." I muttered going up stairs to get ready.
I arrived at Fangtasia just before nine, I stepped out of my car in a pair of black boots, white cut offs, and red cami under a fishnet shirt. At the door I was greeted by Pam who was for once not dressed in leather; unlike her usual dominatrix style she wore a nice sleek black and white flora jacket along with a pair of mainly black matching pants. "I am liking look Pam, though I suppose that the sunglasses are more for style than practically?"
She gave me a 'don't you know it' smirk before speaking "Eric is running late, he said he has something he needs to take care of before coming back. You can wait wherever I don't really give a shit." I just nodded before walking away. "Oh and little Pixie." I heard her call to me, "We really must go shopping sometime. I am quite enjoying your outfit tonight." Pam purred with elevator eyes. "It'd be Eric's treat." She winked. "I'll even help you find something for the bedroom; that will make his jaw drop."
"Sure Pam. I think I'll wait in his office for now but I'm going to grab a drink first." I approached the bar and got a rum and coke from a begrudged Ginger; she has not to accepting of Eric and my relationship. After I got my drink I weaved my way through the crowd of leather clad vamps and humans to the hallway the led to Eric's office. Once inside I flopped down on the couch and put my feet up as I pulled out my phone from my pocket '9:13' I frowned a little as I looked at the door wondering where Eric was. I placed my glass on the small side table behind my head still looking at the door my vision became unfocused and dark. I shut my eyes tightly knowing where this was leading.
I opened my eyes and I could hear a man ask "And just who might you be?" the condescending tone sent waves of shivers down my back. My sight came into focus to see a very pale middle aged looking vampire dressed sharply in a black suit, grasping a silver tipped cane in his hands.
"She's no one." Pam's voice cut in from behind him. "Just someone that likes to offer her services from time to time. Every third Tuesday is a regular for her though but we forgot to cancel Eric isn't here dear." Pam hastily approached me leaning into me so our eyes met.
'She's trying to glamor me but she knows that doesn't work on me.' I thought for a moment before I realized this was not someone we were friends with and she was giving me an out.
"SoI am afraid we don't need you why just run along home, you have your favorite show on tonight." Pam ordered.
"Right, my show… I need to get home." I tried to speak in a far of voice, that I've heard so many have when they are glamored. I stood up with my things in hand and proceeded to the door to leave.
I was almost to the door when I heard the man call out. "Wait." And I was stopped by two vampires. I felt the man approach from behind, I could hear him sniffing me and I cursed inwardly. "You smell divine and like that cheap cologne Northman has taken to wearing. I don't know who you are but you are someone of importance to Northman if you smell so strongly of him. I'd say you've seen him sometime as early this evening." The man stood in front of now eyes locked on mine. "Now who are you to Northman." I froze speculating on how to answer before I could even open my mouth the man spoke up. "Now that's interesting." He smiled knowingly at me "Take them both down stairs." He ordered. I was grabbed by bruising hands and forced out of the room.
The sound of glass shattering pulled me from my vision; I turned to see my drink and all in contents spattered across the floor of Eric's offices. "Shit."
I heard the sound of the door opening as moved to pick up the pieces of glass and I froze when I heard "And just who might you be?"
"Shit!" I whispered as I sliced my finger on a shard of glass. I quickly dropped the pieces and stuck my finger in my mouth in a sad attempt to hind the smell of my blood.
"Shit is right my dear." It was only a matter of moments before the events of my vision were played out and I found myself being dragged down to Eric's basement. "Chain them both up. Let Northman see what is at stake."
Pam and I were shoved down the stairs once my feet hit the cold cement floor I felt a swift kick on my back causing me to face plant in the center of the room. I let out a small whimper and then a strangled cry when one of the vampires grabbed my hair dragging me across the room. I felt cold heavy metal encircle my neck along with a loud click. I hurriedly looked around the room, I had never been down here really before and I am glad I haven't. It was dark and cold much like a dungeon. My eyes landed on the center of the room where five long rods came along with chains down from a large rusted wheel; where Pam was being strung up between two of the long rods. A chain was wrapped tightly around her neck limiting her movement her hands grasped tightly to two rods she was straddled between her feet perched on the end of the rods where there was a catch that kept the chains from sliding off.
I sat on the ground shivering from either the cold or fear I wasn't sure which; it was probably both. My eyes landed on the man in the suit as he walked down with another man following behind him holding a cooler of vials. "Oh this is blasphemy." He spoke raising one of the vials I could see red thick liquid inside. "Open her shirt."
"Yes Magister." One of the vampire lackeys unzipped Pam's shirt as the Magister approached Pam raising his cane with the silver tipped end.
My eyes widened when he ran the tip down her chest, "Pam!" I called to her as she let out a pain filled scream. "Don't hurt her."
"I'd be quite if I were you little human or else your next." The Magister looked at me and could see Pam glaring at me over his shoulder telling me to keep mouth shut. I bit my lip as I tried to wrestle the metal collar or chain off of me. "Don't worry dear I have something more suitable for a pet coming along shortly." The Magister went back to torturing Pam.
'More suitable for a pet?' I asked myself wondering what he meant; my thoughts were caught off by the loud slamming of doors.
"Let them go!" Eric growled. "I am who you want but I have been framed."
"Oh, you've got the wrong man. My dog ate my homework. I saw Goody Osburn with the devil. Excuses I assure you do not get better with age. Do you deny the blood was being sold in your area?" The Magister asked Eric.
"Not on my orders." I could see the fear dance behind the mask Eric was trying to place. I could tell that this was a shit storm brewing.
"Then whose? Your queen's?" He sighed as he gave a signal to two vampires to turn the wheel Pam was strapped to so she was now facing him. "What shall it be, sheriff? Desecration of the blood or treason against your regent?" He asked walking forward. "Both among the most dire of crimes." He looked back at Pam then to me before he dragged his cane along Pam's chest.
"It was Bill Compton." Pam cried through the searing pain of being silvered.
"It's true he has gone missing you've seen yourself how easily he betrays our kind for personal gain. I believe he is behind this and I am gathering evidence to him to you. Now let me finish my work." Eric pleaded.
The Magister looked like he was pondering something. "They say the loss of a child is the deepest of despair. Two days, Mr. Northman or she dies." The Magister turned to Eric removing the silver tip from the end of his cane to reveal a very sharp stake. "And I take her from you forever." He looked down at me. "I'll quite enjoy breaking her to find out what makes her so special for you. I have a nice collar and a cage on the way. Those should be here soon."
I could see the anger in Eric's face. "If you so much as…" Eric was cut off. The Magister flashed backwards pulling my hair he yanked my head backwards and dung the end of his cane into my neck; almost drawing blood. I looked in to Eric's eyes blinking away tears I tried to will him to go and do what he had to do.
"Tsk, tsk Mr. Northman you have limited time you better hurry." He taunted Eric. Eric reluctantly backed out of the dungeon disappearing in a flash. Moments after he left two vampires came down, one carrying a small box the other carrying a large cage. The cage was big enough to fit well me. I paled looking from the cage to the vampire then to the box. "Oh look your new collar has arrived." The Magister let go of my hair, tucked his cane under his arm, and approached the man holding the box. I watched as he handed his can over to the man before taking the box. The Magister turned to me and slowly opened the box in front of me. I let out a strangled gasp as I eyed to the collar before me. There was a think black rubber looking strap, with a large metal buckle on one end, and in the center of the strap was a square bock with two shiny metal prongs. "Now I think I am going to start out with the shock setting on seven what do you think? I normally don't start so high but I only have two days and I'd like to hit ten before the two days are up in case Northman does get his evidence. Remove this rusted metal shit, and put the new one on then throw her in the cage. While I start with Miss Pamela; oh and if she gives you any trouble just push the button."
Eric's human little sister never had a name so I gave her the name Helga. I hope you all find the changes interesting. Please follow, favorite, and review. Thanks for reading.