I do not like this. I hate these corpses. Here I am tied up on a plane and no one even blinks. Literally, the pilots and attendants were all smiles and rainbows and unicorns-happy crap like that when Eric carried me inside.

Believe me, I wasn't struggling for my dear life and with all my might, I even tried being inappropriate or something just to get them to break their stupid smiles, but NOTHING!

That's right! I didn't get ANYTHING! It's like they were robots or something. Eric probably glamoured all of them...what a little creep!

Ugh, stupid corpse.

Always ruining my plans. Well luckily, being in Dallas will give some edge. I can have more free rein in this place since I'm not stuck in a big house that will never ever get clean(because people always track in dirt).

Now I can fully attempt to try to escape!

The air was hot and kept hitting my hair every time it came past us. When I walked inside of the hotel, it was like Satan had created a personal hell for me with about forty-seven floors to be exact. I couldn't keep the scowl off of my face as I looked at everyone in here.

"I can't believe you're wearing that thing," Eric murmured beside me. "Take that silly thing off already."

Yes, I did in fact have a mask over my mouth. I didn't want to get infected with this many vampires lurking about!

"No," I growled out at him. "I don't want to get any germs from all of you. Who knows what kind of diseases you all pass on?!"

"We don't get infected."

"Doubt it, now why am I here again?"

"We're going practice on your powers, advance them a little."

"Uh, I hate to break it you, but if we speed up the clock on my powers then I could go kaboom, corpse, killing everyone in sight. Including you!" I reminded him heatedly. "Oh, wait...actually yeah let's do it 'cause then I would be rid of you."

Eric looked intrigued as he asked carefully like I was some child, "So you are telling me that you would kill thousands just to be rid of me forever?"

I pretended to think about it for a moment. "Uh, let me see-YES, I WOULD!"

"Interesting and here I thought that witches thought life to be scared especially those of the innocents."

"Correction: I'm no wart wearing, broomstick flying, spell casting witch," I retorted through my mask.

Eric raised an eyebrow at me. "Are you sure?"

"Why?"

"Not why, but who actually." Eric corrected, looking down at me. "Your mother, that's who."

"Where is she?" I asked hopefully so that I find that bitch and punch her right in the nose.

"New Orleans, running a coven. The Authority doesn't like her because she's been causing too much trouble. At first, I thought that it was your mother that took my maker-"

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Because before she met your father, she was my maker's human for a long time. We didn't talk because of her, I never liked her," Eric explained as we went into the elevator.

I scowled at him. "It's okay, no one ever liked my mother. My dad couldn't see it, but I could. She always had this bad habit of flirting with every man. It's really annoying."

"She moved on, you know," Eric told me softly, not looking at me.

"OH MY GOD! SHE'S DEAD!" I cried out in surprise. My mom was gone! I know that she was a bitch and left me, but she was still my mom. Oh god, how am I gonna tell my dad about this?! I mean he still loves her I think and was completely heartbroken over her departure-

"What? I just told you that she is living in New Orleans right now," Eric reminded me harshly then sighed heavily. "Sadly, she's still alive."

"Oh….well, next time just say that then! You can't just tell someone 'oh, hey they moved on'," I scolded him. "Seriously, corpse, to describe someone who is already dead, the words are: moved on or passed away. Personally, I would have used passed away to describe someone who's six feet under already."

Eric rolled his eyes. "Anyways, she has a family. A son, husband died a couple of years ago in case you were wondering."

"Nope."

"Oh, well that's surprising. Why the sudden disinterest in her new life?"

"Because she's a maneater and I hate her for leaving us. Besides she probably killed that guy." Eric smirked at me. I turned to him and eyed him carefully. "I don't want to have anything to do with my mother, corpse. I don't want to know anything about her. I don't want to see her and I doubt that I ever will."

He shrugged. "Maybe you're right. She and Godric always came to save each other when the other was in danger. She could come."

"Doubt it...so is my mother the reason why you made that deal with my dad? For her?"

The elevator doors opened as Eric didn't smile down at me. He held his hand out to keep the doors from closing. I walked out and still looked for him for answer. I had a feeling though he wouldn't tell me. This only worried me even more as we came to our suite. No, actually it kind of pissed me off since I really wanted to know why he's keeping so many secrets from me. Maybe when we find this Godric, he can help fill in the blanks of this five hundred piece puzzle.

"Stay here," Eric commanded once he opened the door. "Don't go outside of this suite, Belle."

"You don't have to tell me twice, corpse, my hearing is just fine," I snapped at him. "I'm surrounded by enemies so why would I even want to step outside."

Eric had an amused expression on his face. "Enemies, huh? You must have thousands then. You're more hateful than usual."

"Yeah because you dragged me here all the way to a place crawling with corpses. YUCK!"

"When I come back, we're going to practice."

I glowered at him. "Hey, corpse, I can't just magically use my powers on demand, remember? Wait about another year or so then I'll come out to play."

"If you were to try to control it then maybe you wouldn't be useless in situations against people ten times stronger than you. Me for example."

"Stupid corpse! I really hate you sometimes."

Eric gasped. "Sometimes? Well, I believe we're making progress here."

"I can't wait until someone kills you," I grumbled at him.

"Clean this place up before I come back," he ordered before leaving me.

I gaped at him and called out to him, "It's a hotel! It's already clean!"

"I can't do this," I said firmly as I stood in the middle of the street, staring straight ahead. My hands were stuffed into the pockets of my coat. My hair was tied up into a ponytail and I wore my maid uniform underneath the coat.

Eric frowned at me. "Come on, just do it."

"No!"

"If you don't, I will make you."

"No means no, corpse!"

"I will throw you over my shoulder and carry your little ass inside of that house."

"No!"

Eric zoomed over to me and I squeaked in shock as I was suddenly over his shoulder. He walked to the door, pounding on it.

"Eric, what-oh, you've brought someone." A woman said.

"Doesn't matter," he replied as we walked inside. I glared at the woman who stared at me as we walked past her. I hissed at her like I was a snake and Eric smacked my behind in warning. "Behave, Belle."

"Stupid corpses," I muttered then banged my fists against his back. "Let me down!"

Eric sat me into his lap when he sat down on a chair. "No, you'll cause trouble."

"Yeah only because you will deserve it," I seethed at him. "Especially after what you did to my uniform."

"Take your coat off."

"No because of what you did to my uniform."

"What did he do?" A blonde woman asked from the doorway, standing beside her was the corpse with the scowl lines.

"Oh, hey, scowl lines," I greeted sarcastically. I felt something touch my leg, my hand automatically shot out and grabbed Eric's hand. "Coat stays on and the next time you think about touching me, corpse, I'll stake you in your sleep. Remember, we sleep in the same bed now."

I gave him a sarcastic smile as he hissed in pain and pulled his hand out mine. His hand was angry red and had boils on it before it healed.

"Oh, I really like you," the blonde woman said, smiling widely.

"Really?"

"Well, yeah," she giggled a little bit. "Anyone who stands up to Eric like that is already my favorite person."

Eric inspected his hand and said, "So anger is a cause of your power...good. I'll have fun getting you angry."

"Oh," I seethed and made a move to choke him to death. Eric held me back as my hands struggled to grasp around his neck. "Come here, you stupid corpse!"

I heard the blonde woman trying to contain her laughter as we struggled together. I gasped as I suddenly had my hands handcuffed together.

"You-"

"Behave."

I scoffed. "As if, corpse now take these stupid things off- where is my coat?!"

"I took it off."

I curled up to try and cover myself.

"Ew," I heard the blonde woman whisper.

"I know right," I replied to her. "This stupid ass over here decided that my uniform wasn't sexy."

"It wasn't though. I like something to look at."

"Do you really think that I'm going to go running into your perverted corpse arms now?!"

My uniform was still the same...just with my cleavage out and the skirt shorter. My coat protected me and now it's gone because of that corpse named Eric.

"Oh, but you would have before I had done this?"

"Ew, no," I snapped at him, scowling.

"If you keep scowling like that, your face will be that way forever."

"Good then you'll always know how I really feel about you," I responded with a sarcastic smile.

Eric smirked down at me before tightening his grip on my body. I frowned as I heard someone say, "Ain't you a beauty?"

There was a man dressed as a cowboy….a man dressed as a cowboy…...A FREAKING COWBOY!

"Do you have a mental disease?"

Isabel held in her laughter as did Eric while the cowboy growled at me and glared at me. I returned the glare just as fiercely.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?!"

"No, it's a serious question," I replied, this guy is such an idiot. Am I not speaking well today? "I'm curious as why you're wearing things only a child playing dress-up would wear."

"Why, you little-"

"I mean did your maker ask you what you wanted to be when you grew up…or is this a role play thing because I'm into that, but not the cowboy thing. Now a policeman, well, that's a different story, corpse."

The cowboy sniffed the air. Weirdo. "You brought a witch here?"

Eric smirked. "She's mine."

"Not by choice," I chimed in with a scowl.

The cowboy scoffed. "When it comes to witches, when do they ever do anything by choice."

I glared at him. "I heard that my mother was the lover of Godric, your missing corpse."

"Godric had many lovers," Isabel told me. "What is her name?"

I was able to stand up as Eric had removed me from his lap to pace back and forth behind the couch. Why are vampires so weird? Thank God, he has some kind of sense of humor or I would go nuts if I got stuck with someone like the corpse with the scowl lines named Bill.

"Celeste Deveraux," I told them.

Their backs stiffened. Good! Be afraid! "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," I said firmly. "Then maybe I'll help get him."

"You would do that?" Isabel seemed surprised for a moment. "Why? What do you have to gain from saving someone you clearly hate?"

"I get to punch my mother in the face after all these years," I answered with a smile. "If there is anything I hate more than vampires, it's my mother. She's practically the reason why I'm in this mess, huh, Eric?"

All Eric gave me was silence. Damn it! I thought I could trick him into telling me why the hell I was sold off to him in the first place! Why he even wanted me? I bet you that it had to do with my mother...if she hadn't left us then maybe I wouldn't be in this mess.

My eye twitched which seemed to make him smile at me in return. Stupid corpse.

"We already called her," the cowboy said. "Although we didn't want to, believe me. She's the King of Texas second in the command."

"What?" Eric growled.

"That's impossible," the corpse with the scowl lines said...Bill said. I felt a pinch in my head and glared at Sookie who was concentrating on me. I had a staring contest with her as I tried to listen in on what they were saying to each other about my mother.

"I think she's having some kind of relationship with Marcus or else, he wouldn't have chose a witch over his own kind," the cowboy explained with a hint of irritation that I didn't blame him for. "She found out on her own that Godric was missing."

"Wow," I breathed out. "So my bitch of a mother has control over all of you?"

"No," he growled at me. "That witch bitch will never have control over me."

"She's his second in command, we have to obey her if he says it so," Isabel informed me.

"Which is why we need to make a move on the church before she gets here or we won't be able to do a damn thing about it," he advised, but more pushed this suggestion at everyone. He seemed very pushy actually.

"Are you certain Godric was abducted by the Fellowship?" Eric questioned.

As Isabel said, "Yes." The cowboy said, "No."

"They're the only ones with the organization and manpower."

"But they're amateurs. It doesn't make any sense," Isabel argued. "This is Godric we're talking about, two thousand years old."

DAMN! This guy is old! I'm surprised that my mother likes him, usually she seems to like 'em young and pretty according to my dad.

"Old don't make you smart."

"Besides, there's no proof," she continued, ignoring the cowboy.

"If they've got him, I'll hear it," the blonde woman told them. "That's my job."

"There's no reason to wait," he replied as Isabel rolled her eyes. "We need to take these fanatics down. Full-out attack Exterminate them like the vermin they are, leave no trace."

Pot meet kettle much…

"Vampire-hating church annihilated. Wonder who did it," Isabel wondered sarcastically. "Fucking brilliant."

"I doubt the King of Texas would approve of the destruction of our international political agenda," Bill reminded them. "I mean that is probably why he sent Celeste here. He doesn't trust us."

"Fuck that," he growled in response. You know what? I think the growling is actually just his natural voice after all. "The Great Revelation is the biggest mistake we ever made."

"Don't use Godric to make your own little power play," Isabel snapped at him.

"You're completely incompetent!" Eric yelled at them, surprising even me. Geez, someone's cranky. "What's happened to Godric that he surrounds himself with clowns?"

Oh no.

"We invited you as a courtesy," Isabel told him, anger in her voice. " This is not your territory. You have no voice here."

Stupid corpses actually need us. They're gonna kill everyone for no reason at all.

"Yeah, sheriff. Why don't you run on back down to Louisiana. We don't need you or your puppets."

"Please let me hit him," I asked Eric boldly. "It will only be a tiny spark of pain."

"No," he said then turned back to them. "Oh, I'm not going anywhere."

The blonde woman scowled at the vampires which made me smile. "And I'm nobody's puppet."

"What we need is a plan," Bill tried to suggest.

"I have a plan," the cowboy said firmly.

"It's not a plan, it's a movie," Isabel corrected.

"It's not a movie, it's a war," the cowboy threw back at her.

I threw my hands up in the air out of frustration. These Dallas corpses were seriously getting on nerves! I wanna kill them all so badly for their petty little arguments over how to save Godric, but no, we are not talking about that...instead they are arguing over how to kill the people who kidnapped Godric. This is a waste of time honestly.

Eric sneered lowly at them, "Idiots."

I agree. I should just kill all of you.

"Like you could try to," the cowboy said.

"Did not mean to say that aloud," I admitted before getting up and walking outside. "Don't disturb me unless it's actually life threatening important...like on the brink of death important and blood gushing out of wounds-that kind of importance."

I sat on one of the lawn chairs in the backyard and stared up into the starry night sky. I didn't how long I had been out there when I closed my eyes, beginning to fall asleep. I heard the backdoor slide open as Eric came through and lay next to me.

"I thought I said not to disturb me only if you were on the brink of death."

He chuckled. "I might as well be with those idiots."

"Agreed."

"Let's go back to the hotel."

"Ugh, finally, corpse. I almost fell asleep right then and there while I waited," I told him.

Eric lifted me into his arms and I couldn't help, but scream a little we flew off into the night.

I will say it again...stupid corpse! He could've killed me right now!

TBC…

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