I glared at Eric who was basically FORCING me to watch him feed.

The woman on his lap moaned loudly. "That's it, baby."

Bleck!

Eric stopped feeding and pushed her away. "Baby? I'm a thousand years old."

"What?! I called you that yesterday because you were being a big ol' baby. Whining and shit."

"You took three hours in the bathroom," he said defensively.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I have a lot of hair. It takes time to put my face on. Honestly, it's like you've never lived with a woman before."

"I haven't. Pam doesn't count."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, this won't be fun, but hey now you know."

"Are you not having a good time?"

"There's just not much thrill left in feeding on the willing," Eric said with a sad yet bored tone of voice. The woman looked over at me and was probably wondering why he wasn't feeding on me judging by my ridiculously slutty maid outfit. Eric refused to let me change. "Belle won't let me."

"Never ever, corpse."

"Then should I try pretending not to want it?" She questioned with him. Ew, why does she even want to in the first place? They're so nasty.

Eric sighed, his lips smeared in blood still. " Only if you are very, very good at it."

I turned my eyes away as I felt a chills go through me. I stood up and walked away, Eric didn't even seem to notice my absence actually. I turned a couple of corners, hearing voices which I knew was never good. I found myself at a basement. The voice got louder as I opened the door and saw a bright light.

I went inside of the room and looked out the windows to see that it was daylight. The room was magnificent. There was gold on some of the furniture as well, with a white piano in the corner and some fake plants or something. There was a chandelier above me as I looked up as I stepped closer into the room. The room reminded me of the ballroom from Beauty and the Beast, seriously, it was really beautiful. I heard the door close behind me which cause me to jump.

"Oh my God," someone whispered in astonishment. "It worked!"

Eric shooed the woman away and said as he looked behind at Lorena, "I was beginning to think that you weren't going to accept my invitation, Lorena."

Lorena smirked. "For a vampire, you're a terrible liar."

Lorena sat across from Eric and he observed her silently. He noticed how her face had more make up on it than usual, he knew that she would come. If she loved Bill as she so claimed to then she would have gotten herself pretty for him. Eric was looking to cause trouble in Dallas and especially between Sookie and Bill. Belle had become friends with them, not Bill for obvious reasons, but she seemed to have some sort of affection for Sookie. He couldn't understand that-he didn't want to actually. If Sookie managed to get close to Belle, she would have some power over him.

Belle was the most powerful witch he had ever met. Perhaps more powerful than her own mother, if she learned to control it of course. Eric didn't like the idea of Sookie sniffing around his business affairs and he didn't like that Belle was growing bolder by the day. He would have to change that...in come Lorena.

Eric leaned back into the lounge chair, twirling his finger around on the arm of the chair. "I considered booking you in the room adjoining theirs, but I thought that might be a bit...over the top."

"Why am I here, Mr. Northman?"

"We want the same thing you and I." Lorena gave Eric a look which almost made Eric smile at the older vampire. "Okay, Bill and his human are getting in the way of something that I want."

"His human?"

"His lover," Eric mused. "Their quite the pair. She's annoying really and I don't like her getting her nose into my business."

"Your business being the little witch I just saw not two minutes ago," Lorena said with a hint of a smile on her face.

"She doesn't concern you," Eric snapped at her. "What does concern you is that Bill loves Sookie."

Lorena tilted her head a little bit as Eric noticed how her eyes darkened. "What make you think I want him back? That I'd even take him?"

Eric smirked and sat up on the chair, informing her, "Because you didn't come all this way just to see me."

"I haven't seen Bill Compton in over seventy years. Surely you can't think I have any pull over him whatsoever," Lorena explained to him.

"I haven't seen my maker for much longer than that," Eric reminded her. "Yet I am still loyal to him. Fiercely loyal."

"Shame I didn't turn you," Lorena flirted. I wouldn't have been loyal to you either way, Eric thought to say, but bit his tongue and narrowed his eyes at her ever so slightly. "Then again you're not really my type."

"Your type being what? Men who can't decide whether they like to get pulled into the darkness or despise it's very existence? Men who think they're good to the bone, but in reality, they're just like the rest of us, damaged and too fucked up to even care...are those your type, Lorena?"

"William's always been so sensitive and so fiercely protective, it's what drew me towards him in the first place. We belong together."

"You're right. So will you stir the pot for me?"

"Why can't you?"

"I already did. I'm curious to see what would happen if you stepped into the picture."

Lorena smiled. "I'd be happy too."

"Good. Then we are in agreement."

"Yes, we are," Lorena said as she stood up. "You want to know how I found out she was a witch."

Eric looked curiously at her. "How?"

"I know a witch anywhere. They reek of judgement. She's a Deveraux witch, isn't she? They have a birthmark in the shape of a fleur de lis, it represents royalty, only the original bloodlines of witches-the first witches have it. I saw it on her shoulder blade, hard to miss."

"Your point being?"

"She's a powerful. I would be careful if I were you, witches are not slaves. You and I are both old enough to know that if a witch is our dinner for that night then we best not play with our food. Goodnight, Mr. Northman."

Eric looked around after she left and saw that Belle was nowhere to be found. His glass cracked underneath his fingertips as he realized that she was trying to escape from him again. He composed himself quickly and sped off to go and find the little witch before she caused any more trouble.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit...who the fuck is this kid? He's not a corpse judging by the tan on his face.

I came face to face with a boy of sixteen and curly blonde hair. He had candles all around him and books too. He had this goofy smile on his face as he stood up on his feet and held out his hand.

"The name's Leon. But everyone calls me Leo. Please to meet ya!"

"Belle," I answered, shaking his hand.

"Oh, I know. You're my sister."

I raised an eyebrow at him. This kid is nuts! "No, I'm not!"

"Yeah you are because I did a spell to find a lost witch. It starts out as blood of blood which is you. We're related. Same mom I'm guessing."

Holy Shit! Stay calm, you weirdo...act nonchalant. "Where are we?"

"Dallas still. King of Texas's palace."

"New stepdad?"

He nodded. "Seems like it. He's very loud and obnoxious."

"So why am I here?"

"Well, I heard what happened about Godric-"

"Wait you know him?"

"Basically like a dad to me when he was screwing our mom," Leo explained. "I like him. Anyways so I heard from a cowboy that his progeny brought a maid with him. Brunette, pretty, accent, and is a witch."

"Wow."

"I have connections in the vampire community."

"Stan and Isabel," I realized. "How did you know that it was me?"

"I may be a teenager but I ain't stupid," he mused. "I wanna help Godric. I like these guys."

"Even Stan?! That guy is a total dildo!"

He chuckled. "He is a dildo. He's a good guy who loves to fight that's all. You just gotta know their buttons."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. I gasped as I glanced around and realized that I had escaped Eric. "I'm free."

OH MY GOD!

Escape Plan D: Use Dallas as a distraction to get the hell away from Eric actually worked!

YAY!

OH, SWEET FREEDOM!

"Freedom is that sweet to you, eh? Wow, you're even more dramatic than I am," Leo chuckled, shaking his head. "And that's saying a lot."

Shit. I said my thoughts aloud again! I seriously gotta stop doing that, it was becoming a bit of a distraction these days.

"I'm not that dramatic," I told him as innocently as I possibly could. "So what's our mom like?"

"Not nice as usual."

"Aw, man that sucks."

"Yup," he chuckled. "And you're not actually free."

"What are you talking about, you psycho," I yelled at him. "I am free. Sunlight."

He had this curious look on his face as he asked, "Sunlight? Oh, this is all fake."

I gaped at him as he walked over to the wall and pushed a picture aside which showed many buttons and switches. I watched as he pressed two buttons and the sunlight went away as the pictures behind the glass windows disappeared and I saw the night sky of Dallas. My entire body practically fell to the couch as I groaned into the pillows.

"WHY?! I WAS FREE!"

I'll never be free from that corpse...stupid Eric! Ah!

"Correction," he started. "You weren't ever actually free from whoever Eric was-wait, are you talking about Eric Northman? Godric's progeny?"

I nodded and heard him laugh. "Man, that guy is awesome."

I pointed a finger at him and glared fiercely at him as well. "Don't. You. Fucking. Dare. Side. With. That. Corpse."

"Corpse?" Leo looked at me like I was crazy. "Man, you have issues."

"No, I do not!"

"We don't have time to argue right now 'cause we got to save Old Man Godric."

I laughed. "That's funny."

"Duh, I know because I made that up. He doesn't like it."

"What other nicknames do you have for them?"

"Uh, let me think," he said as he tapped his chin. "Cowboy Stan."

"Basic. You can do better. What about Isabel?"

"I would never do that to her," he said. "If I did, she said that she would hurt me. Very badly."

"Wow, you need help, little bro. I'll teach ya!"

He walked towards the door and grabbed my hand as he knocked twice on the door. "We gotta go save Godric."

"You're so loyal to him."

"Trust me when you meet him, you'll see why."

I frowned at him until he opened the door and I saw the hallway to my suite. "Wait, where's the basement?"

"That was just one of the doorways I can use. I can go anywhere as long as I set my mind to it. It took a very long time and a lot of practice. Everyone at the nest always kept on disturbing me."

"So you know Eric?"

"Kinda. Why?"

"Well, I'm kinda his servant for life now."

Leo looked at me and nodded. "How did you screw up this time?"

"It wasn't me," I growled at him. How could he even think that?! He's my own brother! "That stupid corpse tricked my father!"

"That's Eric for you," he mused as we walked down the familiar hallways of the hotel.

"Why did you stay? With Celeste? She's horrible and if she had never left then my father and I wouldn't be in this mess."

"I've seen the good and the bad sides of my mom, but that doesn't mean I love her like a son should love his own mother. I tolerate her and when I found out about you, I wanted to meet you."

I nodded and a smile came onto my face. "I always did want a sibling. I still don't trust you though. So why was everyone surprised by Celeste's relationship with Godric and the King of Texas?"

Leo pursed his lips. "It's because people around here consider it to be unnatural."

"Unnatural? Well there is nothing healthy about getting it on with a corpse so I can see that."

Leo chuckled. "You have to understand, newbie, that a relationship between a vampire and a witch is very frowned upon in both The Authority and The Council."

"The Council?"

"Yeah, there is always order everywhere. We obey The Council and they set laws for the witches just as the vampires and werewolves have their own laws for their own kind as well."

"So basically a witch would be shunned if they were to be with someone who isn't a witch? That's so sad."

"A pureblood witch is a force to be reckoned with. It's rare to find one actually. Witches want to keep their bloodlines pure and all that crap. More power for them and they feel secure from the other supes around this place. Supes is short for supernaturals by the way."

"Is Celeste a pureblood?"

He nodded. "Why do you think all the vampires don't like her? They try to act all tough, but who really wants to piss off a witch from one of the original bloodlines. A Deveraux."

"The Deveraux bloodline is the original bloodline of witches."

"We're at the top of the pyramid basically, but there other bloodlines just like ours and not that powerful," he explained and then an extremely large book appeared in his hands. "Here. Our history. Read and learn, big sis. I hear you got some big power and that will attract the wrong kind of attention."

I told him as I held the book close to me. "I can't control it and it blows up every so often. Everytime it happens I feel all of this...all of this excitement and I feel like I can't breathe and then BOOM! Everything around me is destroyed and in ashes."

He shook his head. "No, it's not excitement that you're feeling. You feel energetic. What you have is called kinetic energy manipulation."

"Is that what I have?"

"Oh my God, do you even know how much power you have?"

"Believe me if I did then I would have already used it on all of these corpses, but somehow I can't."

"You need to learn to control it. Try moving objects, that should help release the surge of power you always feel every so often. It could also mean that you aren't using your power enough. Like a pimple you need to pop when it's all white and-"

"Okay," I snapped quickly at him, my nose bunching up. "I get the picture. Ew by the way. What else can this power do?"

"The possibilities are endless," he told me. "We use energy every single second and you can control that. You can probably burn someone alive you were to turn their molecules up a notch and manipulate it. That's why it's called energy manipulation. You can literally manipulate anything you want."

"Can witches be glamoured?"

"It depends on the witch."

I nodded. "Thank you for telling me all of this. I really wanted answers and people around me have the tendency to lie to my face or simply scoot around the truth."

Cough, cough...Eric.

Leo smiled as we entered my suite. "You deserve to know where you come from and what exactly you're capable of. I'll stay here for as long as it takes until we find Godric."

"God, everyone I meet is just so...so loyal to him."

"You sound surprised."

"The only person I'm loyal to is my father, but even then the loyalty that you share with Eric for Godric is nothing like that. Even Isabel is extremely loyal."

"He does that to people," Leo chuckled. "You'll see. Eric!"

I gasped and then shook my head as Eric held Leo against the wall. God, what a little shit he is!

"I'm not a little shit and you're doing it again," Eric growled angrily at me. "Now what the fuck are you doing here?"

"He's my brother, idiot," I snarled at him and jumped onto his back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I know, but why is he here?" Eric asked again, barely even paying attention to me.

Leo rolled his eyes and Eric jumped away as Leo put his hands on Eric's arms and fucking zapped him. I fell off of Eric and start to laugh hysterically. That fucker deserved it! Oh God, I'm so happy that I found Leo! He's like me with a dick and no boobs.

Eric scooped me up in his arms and glared down at me. I smiled happily at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I think you like being spiteful to me, witch."

I nodded. "Come on, corpse, you know me better than that. I've always been this spiteful."

Leo pointed between us and asked bluntly, "Are you sure you two aren't together?"

While Eric laughed his fucking pale ass off and my face became red with angry as I cried out, "HOW DARE YOU! COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"Whoa, calm down, big sis, it was just a question. I mean who can blame me. Look at what you're wearing and the way he's holding you like he owns you."

"I do own her," Eric agreed.

"That still doesn't count," I seethed at him. "My father signed me off to you. That contract is invalid! I hate you and I would never sign a contract, corpse!"

Eric patted me on the head and inspected the book I had after he put me down on the bed. I climbed towards him and onto his back as he held the book out of my reach and kept on laughing at me!

Rude.

"So what is this?"

"My family history. Now give it back, corpse," I yelled at him as I tried to reach for it.

"Say pretty please and I just might."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, please like that will ever happen."

Eric put his hand on my chest and pushed me down onto the bed and kept me there as he looked through the book. "Stay."

"CORPSE! I'M NOT A DOG!"

I felt betrayed by my own brother as he kept on laughing at the sight of us.

"Eric, I really missed you," Leo told him.

"Well, I didn't miss you."

"Yes, you did," he sang. "I can see it in your eyes."

Eric rolled his eyes. "Oh, God, there's two of you now."

Leo and I looked offended as we stared at Eric who simply raised an eyebrow at us as if that was proving his point.

"You're right," Leo told me. "He is a stupid corpse."

"If you think he's horrible, wait till you meet the corpse with the scowl lines," I murmured to him seriously.

TBC…

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