You guys this chapter is short and sweet, coming from a place of 'I've had enough of this BS.' Life happened to me so vividly today and it's just time for some things to end. The more descriptive details will be in the next chapter partly because I want this out already and partly because I need time to come up with the graphic details that I'm doing IN on. If you're into graphic detail, I PROMISE you won't be disappointed next chapter. Shit is LIVE as I pull these characters out into my own universe and step away from the nonsense of season 3.

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*2011*

The sky dimmed from its red hue to a glowing cyan luminescence. Claudette let out an audible gasp. A life had been saved, she realized.

Claudette keep that mouth of yours shut! Claude mentally reprimanded.

I understand it now! She thought back.

Quiet, the lot of you! You'll scare the poor boy, Claudellen chimed in.

I'm scared for Leda if she still goes for him. He's got a one track mind, Claudija giggled, grinning at Jason and squeezing his hand. She almost erupted in laughter while Claudia rolled her eyes on the other side of Jason when she heard him consider her for a shag. Still, he was for Leda, who had picked him out of the crowd and planned on sharing the light with him. At the same time, Claudija didn't fancy giving up her lifestyle for the next two weeks, especially since she had birthday plans.

"What's so funny?" Jason asked.

"Something else has changed," Claude said. "Something good, I hope,"

Jason heaved his chest. "Well, what happened before? That red sky, that mean something bad happened?"

"Again, we won't know until it's complete," Maybe Jason did have actual thoughts behind his eyes.

"We must focus," Claudellen said.

Jason looked regretfully at Sookie, reasoning if anything bad was happening to her, it would likely affect her in the present. For now, she was safe.

2010

Sookie*

(Rewriting the past)

Eric flashed in front of Sookie, guarding her before a snarling a vampire king.

"Thank you Northman. I should've known her human emotions would be that gullible. She truly does think we're equals, doesn't she?" Russell said. Sookie's heart dropped, not understanding why Eric had led them to safety from Russell, only to turn on her now. She hoped this was part of his plot.

"Eric, please. You said you'd help,"

Eric smiled a conniving smirk. "She really does. I haven't interacted with humans aside from the hedonistic pleasures they bring but I'd forgotten how very gullible and stupid they are," he stepped aside, giving Russell the access he needed to lock her arm in his cold grip.

"Eric, you fucking traitor! I'll never trust you again!" Sookie hoped to goodness that this was Eric's improv act. What they'd agreed upon was that he'd get her to safety, not fool her into thinking she was safe. He had to have seen the crown by now! If not, she remembered exactly where it was. And they were headed to the mansion.

*

Kicking and screaming as Russell dragged Sookie along was quite useless, for his strength, his mere grip on her arms was doubly superior in strength. Her battle to thwart him hauling her anywhere he desired was a losing one. She screamed and reached for Bill, who was being dragged into the mansion himself by Lorena.

"Miss Stackhouse, I know you aren't from this area, but around here, screaming in that detestable manner is something that isn't tolerated unless a vampire is fangs deep in your jugular. Now, will you require a gag?" Russell spoke his thinly veiled threat with a gentle and grandfatherly intonation. Then he gently released her and presented the doorway to his study.

Sookie clamped her mouth shut as she entered the study. She glanced at the display case and saw the Viking crown that originally belonged to Eric's father. Sookie went to stare at the case, focusing on the right area, where the Viking crown was. Eric had to have seen this by now.

Russell entered the study with Eric following. He closed the door as Russell took a seat on a chair. "Mr. Northman, tell me. You've witnessed it for yourself, there are some unique abilities about this human, aren't there? What else can she do?"

"Well that lightning fingers trick was the first of it that I'd seen, but she does possess the unique ability to read the thoughts of humans," Eric stated, giving her a calculated look.

"What are you going to do with Bill?" Sookie asked through a light sob after she spun around. She hated when men spoke about her as if she wasn't standing in the room with them.

"What else can you do?"

"No," she shook her head. "I won't talk unless you can promise me Bill's safety. Where is he?"

Russell bared his fangs as his last drop of patience appeared to circle the drain. Eric reacted quickly, rushing to Sookie, grabbing her shoulders as he pressed her against the display case. She watched as his blue eyes caught the sight of what she wasn't entirely sure he'd have already seen. But there was no mistake, he saw it in that moment. His eyes told a story of the pain from centuries ago that he quickly masked when he spoke. "Your Majesty, allow me to glamour her into revealing everything she's told me,"

Russell grunted and leaned forward, placing a patient elbow on his thighs with a hand cupping his chin. "Please. Proceed,"

Eric knew damn well Sookie couldn't be glamoured. Figuring this was something Russell may well eventually figure it out, she wouldn't privy him to that fact yet.

"Sookie Stackhouse, you possess gifts that are beyond ordinary human capability. What are they?"

"I can read minds. Human minds, but not vampires. And when I'm in big danger my hands seem to throw out this powerful light, that's the second time that ever happened, so y'all better not try to hurt me or Bill, because I'm pretty sure I can fuck you up!"

"What else?"

She shook her head. "That's it, that's all I've done besides being considered a freak my whole life,"

Eric paused while Sookie nearly held her breath. Then he turned to Russell, releasing her from his gaze.

"You heard her,"

"Why would the Queen be so interested in a telepath with lightning fingers?" Russell held a contemplative look as he gazed at Sookie.

The Queen of Louisiana, Sophie Anne who was enamored of Hadley and her big mouth. Dammit , she thought remembering she couldn't leave Hadley behind to be tormented by Eric or Russell either. The rescue mission was amassing more bodies than she'd anticipated.

"I don't know any queen, I just want my boyfriend back and to go home, please ," she turned to Eric with imploring eyes. He only returned a hardened gaze.

"Well, Miss Stackhouse, why don't you and I go ask the Queen ourselves?"

Oh fuck, this was different! There was no way she could go visit the Queen, she'd drain Sookie for sure! What the fudge could she do? Russell rose from his seat and started towards the door.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she shook her head defiantly.

In a split second he was standing before her, glaring down his nose at a gasping Sookie. "That wasn't a request,"

*Eric*

Eric may have seriously underestimated the level of discretion Sookie would wield, but he speculated with the fear he sensed, she'd come off as just that to Russell. An extraordinary human captivated by fear. He did indeed see what was rightfully his- his father's that is, though it was intended for Eric, a millennia long past. He'd seen that when he'd first arrived and met with the King of Mississippi. It was then that he'd put on his acting hat and stepped into the role of a lifetime: the dual role of an ally to Russell Edgington, while simultaneously being the one who was going to deliver him the truest death. He would act as the Brutus to Russell's Julius.

It became all too clear, having discovered who he turned out to be, Edgington was no king. He was a tyrant, a vermin, a plague on the vampire race, it was no wonder Godric predicted the destruction he'd wrought. The maniac had been doing it behind curtains for centuries, like an inconspicuous parasite, slowly infecting its host, Mother Earth with his radical outlook on who was the superior species

The slaughter of his human family, altering the course of his human life was something he'd carried since he found Mother, Father, and little Tove ripped to shreds by the wolves. Eric had a prominent distaste for wolves by the time he was turned and it was no wonder since they'd destroyed his family. Russell's alliance with the wolves and sharing the blood would make any self respecting vampire sick, yet for Eric, it made his quiet rage slowly bubble up inside. Once he took out Russell, his pack of wolves were fair game and he'd take great sport in dismembering as many wolves as he could get his hands on, save for Alcide and his close ones. He had proved to be honorable, and it was the only thing keeping him alive at this point as this thing with Russell got deeper.

Sending Sookie off with Russell and the queen was a dangerous move, putting his faith in someone other than himself but he'd had to trust that she knew what she was doing and she would stick to the plan. In the meantime, he had business to take care of. He followed Talbot through the house as he gave him the tour and seeing how many things Russell "collected" from superior leaders made him ache for the satisfaction that would be his final demise.

Pam*

Outside the gates of Russell Edgington's Mississippi mansion, one long and toned, nylon dressed leg stepped out of the SUV, then the other. They stood on six inch stilettos, topping them was a tiny waistline pulled by a whale boned corset and a full bosom with a sweetheart neckline blouse underneath, a slender neck and a sneer pinching a carefully made up face surrounded by dirty blond cascading locks that were topped with oversized sunglasses.

Pam took off her shades and turned towards the vehicle. "Let's go Ruben, we haven't got all night,"

Tara's fear was growing and Pam felt a twinge of remorse for the bitch. How could she not? Eric commanded her to give up the blood, now she was trapped. She didn't even like Tara, in fact, she preferred Lafayette. He was saucy and lively so at least he knew how to entertain. Tara clearly wanted to gripe on about anything and everything. She was probably going to hear a mouthful of complaints once she got her back to safety. In that case, Pam intended to give her something to complain about. She smirked and then a repugnant scent wafted through her sense of smell. Wolves.

Dammit. She blamed Sookie Stackhouse and her super snatch for dragging them into her 'Bill Compton's missing, let's go find him' bullshit. Bill could stay gone, all he was going to do was eventually get left in the dust once Sookie realized Eric was the better vampire for her. Of course then she'd have to deal with all the drama that went hand in hand with super snatch. Eric always liked a challenge. Appeased by the fact that he was going to replace her stilettos, she gestured for Ruben to spread out. Two wolves came from each side of the mansion gates. They both growled and bared their canine incisors.

"Let's take these mutts for a long walk," Pam said to Ruben before she bared her fangs. As soon as the wolf closest to her jumped up to pounce on her, she dived under him and snaked around to his back with her enhanced speed. She twisted his hind leg out of place, making the wolf yelp in pain, before he shifted back into his greasy human form. Looking over at her colleague, she saw he was aggressively feeding on a were bitch, draining her. Feeding on animals was beneath Pam, so she instead reached for her writhing victim's neck and spun it back. He instantly stopped moving.

Two blurs flashed to the front of the gate. "What the hell is this? Who is she?" A raspy and thick European accent sounded. "Fuck, you killed them! Stupid bitch!"

She looked up and there Eric stood tall with a fine piece of Greek vampire meat. Initially intrigued until she realized the whining voice was coming from him, Pam sneered.

"I was just looking for my Maker. Your pets bite , what the fuck was I supposed to do?"

"Is this yours?"

Eric looked at his progeny slowly. "Yes, she is mine,"

"Command her to leave at once! She can't just kill the king's dogs!"

Pam laughed. "I'm not fucking going anywhere without Eric. Besides, we're both safer here. The Magister is storming Fangtasia as we speak. Poor Ginger's a little tied up," she said without a trace of emotion.

"The Magister can search Fangtasia all they want. I have nothing to hide," Eric assured.

"Except that we were the one's pushing vampire blood. I already told him it was Bill Compton's doing. And then I had to make like Ginger was precious to me just so I'd have leave to give him proof. We need proof, Eric,"

"Bill Compton is in punishment for his duality in betrayal. The Magister still has to approve the sanction of his true death," he turned to the Italian one. "Talbot. I humbly request that you and the king host my progeny for the night in your glorious mansion. And in our endeavor to bring Compton to justice, I will ensure the bloodshed is kept outside the premises," he gave an assured half grin that indeed affected the flamboyant adonis.

Talbot looked Pam up and down and sneered before he turned on his heel. Pam smiled at Eric expectantly, but he didn't return the expression. Shit, what the fuck was going on now? At the same time, Tara's fear was peaking. To make matters worse, Talbot led them on a leisurely stroll towards the mansion. A slight twinge of responsibility and guilt flickered in Pam's chest as she willed Tara to hold out a few moments longer. She and Eric would figure this shit out, they were both adept at thinking on their toes.

*Tara*

Tara wept as she looked at the bowl of day lilies. How the fuck was this supposed to be her last meal as a human? If this was what Franklin was going to allow her as her last meal, then she seriously doubted he'd ever grow on her if she became vampire. His idea of love, romance, the very idea of the sort of relationship he expected to have was already so far-fetched and unrealistic, she was sure if he had a proper head examination, he'd be declared untreatably insane.

Franklin walked into the room then, whistling until he noticed Tara's tearful state.

"What's wrong? Did one of the guards hurt you, I'll kill him,"

She shook her head quickly. "I'm afraid to tell you, you might get upset,"

His face darkened. "Tara, if you don't tell me I'll still kill him, only I'll be very upset,"

"It's just… my last meal as a human is gonna be these day lilies, these… fucking flowers," she gestured to the bowl and Franklin glared at it.

"These fucking flowers?"

"Yeah, who the fuck thought this was a good idea?"

Franklin picked up the bowl slowly. Then he turned to the vampire guard in the room and flung it in his direction. "Tell Talbot we don't want his fucking flowers!" The guard quickly stepped out of the way as the glass bowl hit the wall and shattered.

Tara placed her hand on her chest, steadying her heartbeat. It was hard to gauge when he was going to throw one of his inane temper tantrums. She sighed slowly.

"Baby, clam down, please. Why don't we just forget about the food and get ready for tonight? There's a lot I still wanna do,"

"Like what?"

"Well, you for one,"

" Tara , please," he chuckled a nervous chuckle. "We'll have all the time in the world for that,"

"You never gave me your blood. You never let me experience the best sex human me could ever have- being high on you while we-" she gasped before she could finish her sentence, Franklin had swooped her up in his arms and dashed upstairs at lightning speed.

He dived onto the bed with her and Tara winced, terrified of where this was going. His touch was all too eager with hands roaming all over her body. She sucked in her breath and he grinned while his fangs dropped. It was as if her fear compelled him to find glee in how much he intimidated her. Tara would have none of that. She propped herself up and puckered her lips.

Franklin's expression faded from amusement to a dark intrigue. "You really do want me? Now?"

Tara nodded. "I've always been down to get a lil kinky. You take control over me… and then I get to take control of you,"

He smirked and shook his head slowly, retracting his fangs. "No,"

She leaned back in frustration.

"Do you think me a fool, Tara?"

"No, baby, I just-"

"You haven't even noticed that I shaved! I was waiting for you to comment about it,"

"It looks great, I couldn't wait to kiss you like that,"

He pounced on her lips immediately, shoving his tongue between her two oral pillows. Body, don't you fucking gag! Tara mentally ordered herself to feign attraction in an Oscar-worthy performance of a lifetime. She kissed him back aggressively. Fangs poked through his oral slit and carefully grazed the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Franklin jerked and it took Tara a moment to notice that it was due to shots being fired. Blood came oozing out of bullet holes in his chest and she looked to see Pam and the werewolf called Coot, standing in the doorway.

The vampire Barbie curled her lips in a smirk. "Go get 'em, boy,"

Coot pounced onto the bed as Tara pushed a bloodied and unhealing Franklin off of her. "Well, let's go, toots, we don't have all night,"

She scrambled off the bed and into Pam's awaiting arms, who then flashed her out of Russell's mansion. They ended up standing before a gazebo where Tara could see Eric was about to get into a very Greek situation by the name of Talbot, Russell's Royal Consort. Literally was about to enter him. She wasn't sure why Pam had brought her to witness this homoerotic adultery, tossing her a confused look. She was only shushed in return, and as a result annoyed until she realized Eric had grabbed a stake. Her eyes bulged in horror as Pam clamped a hand over her mouth before she could shriek.

A muffled and shrill gasp escaped instead. Talbot barely had time to look up before Eric shoved it through his back, and it wasn't the penetration poor Talbot was anticipating. A loud pop and a bursting of blood and guts exploded right in front of a hissing Eric, who was noticeably erect with blissful gratification. This time Tara squirmed and did scream out loud when Pam lost control of her.

"WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?!" She demanded as Eric speed dressed.

"Would you shut her up, we don't have much time!" He snapped and grabbed his cellular and waited, somewhat anxiously. It was funny to Tara, the great Eric Northman anxious over something. And he should be, Godric specifically instructed him to off Russell, not his lover! And he was just fucking standing there!

"We're all gonna fucking die now, we told you this motherfucker is crazy! He's gon kill us all and drain Sookie!"

Pam locked Tara's hands behind her back. "Tara, calm down. Eric, what the fuck are you doing?! We need to leave now!"

"Not until I get word or we're all dead anyway,"

"You piece of shit! This wasn't the plan!" She wanted her arms back, if she squirmed anymore she feared Pam would accidentally tear off her arms. Eric flashed in front of Tara's face so suddenly, she screamed again.

He peered at her so intently before he spoke sharply. "Shut up,"

"Tara, I got this," Pam said. "What do you mean, Eric?!"

Suddenly his cellphone rang. He answered it before the sound waves finished traveling through the air. "The status? And Sookie?" He nodded solemnly, then his face darkened. "I'm afraid that's going to be a problem, he's been sent to the true death," Now his face twisted into a snarl. "I understand,"

Eric ended his call and looked at Pam. "Get her back to Bon Temps, seek sanctuary in a human home. I'll get Sookie,"

"Oh hell no! We need to make sure Sookie is safe!"

"She is," Eric said. "Russell Edgington is dead,"