Author's Notes: Okay just a few things this week. First I am updating a day early because I know that the beloved Charlene Harris is releasing the new book in the SVM series this week and I am sure most of you will be sucked into this new novel. I was unsure if I should even update this week at all because of this. I discussed it with a good friend who reads my fic's and she told me I should either update early or wait for a week. So ya'll can send good vibes out to my girl Shannon for encouraging me to update early.

Second, my editor informed me that I should tell ya'll about the fact that some of the things in this fic comes from the books and not the show. Specifically there is a even Sookie speaks about in this chapter that happens differently in the show then it does in the books. Some of you may not be aware of this because you do not read the books. So, if there is something that occurs here that you are confused about because it doesn't happen like that in the show, just know that it occurs that way in the books.

Third, I have to give a big shout out to a few of my readers. One of them is Peachie x who spotted The Crow reference in the last chapter. I was actually surprised that more of you either didn't notice or didn't comment about it. The line is one of my fav's from the movie and I enjoyed being able to finally use such a brilliant line in my work. So big ol' Viking lovin' to Peachie for spotting the brilliant line.

Another shout out I have to give is that a few of you have taken the time to put me up as a recommendation in your blogs. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have helped to increase the number of readers that I get every week and have helped to encourage me to keep going by increasing my popularity. KISSES.

Lastly a big shout out to my girl, ericizmine (www. Fanfiction . net/u/1982937/) she has been helping me with getting my own blog set up and been extremely patient with me. Ya'll should go and check her out, just remove the spaces in the web address, she writes a few of my favorite stories out there. Saint's and Sinners is one of my favorites as well as her Dead Tired series. So good. When I get my page all perfect I will give all of you the address for it, I am going to be putting some original work up there, but these things take time. Hehe

Lastly a big ol' thank you to all of you who took the time to review my work, I appreciate it more than I have words to describe. I encourage all of you to continue to do so or do it for the first time. It helps me grow as a writer and encourages me to continue with my stories. Tons of love to you all and enjoy the newest chapter.

Much love from the west coast,

Lilli

Chapter 8

I sit on the bed for a long time, just staring at my hands. Twisting my fingers over and over again, trying desperately to find a way to bring myself to rehash all that was and is Bill Compton, over with Nan. I start to fidget with the edges of my dress when Nan tactfully clears her throat, bringing my attention away from the beautiful blue silk at my knees and to her stoic face. "I know this is difficult for you Sookie. I understand that you do not want to talk about Bill, but I need this information. So let's start with something simple all right? You think you can do that?"

I nod my head in agreement and she says, "Good, all right now how did you and Bill meet?"

I clear my throat softly. "I work as a waitress at a bar back home, Merlotte's. Well, one night Bill came in and I spotted him right away. I knew he was a vampire and I had always been curious about ya'll ever since you first came out."

Nan raises her eyebrows in shock. "How did you know he was a vampire when you first saw him?"

"Well, ya'll kind of glitter, no wait, that isn't quite right; it's more of a glow. It's like ya'll have millions of lightning bugs underneath your skin pushing the light out of every pore in your bodies. 'Cept, it seems like I am the only one who spots you that way. None of the other people in the bar, except Sam but I think that has more to do with Sam being a shifter and all, knew that Bill was a vamp. Anyways, I just went right on up to Bill and struck up a conversation with him. A few of the locals had cozied up to him during our conversation and I could tell they were up to no good. I tried to warn him to stay put, but how often do ya'll really listen to anyone else, especially some crazy girl you had just met. Sam yelled at me to get my other orders filled and when I made it back to his table Bill was gone. Then I saved his worthless hide from getting drained by the Rattray's, nearly getting myself killed in the process, might I add."

"Wait, what, you saved Bill, a vampire you had just met, from drainers?" Nan asks, as she shakes her head in disbelief that I would do such a foolish thing. I have to admit, even if it was just to myself, that it was kind of foolish to do. But what's done is done and there is nothing I can do now to change it. Even if I would really like to go back in time and warn myself not to save him.

"Sure why not?" I shrug. "He didn't deserve to be drained, and as far as I knew he hadn't done anything to anyone. He was just minding his own business when they got it in their heads to kill him and sell his blood for a tidy profit. Now I kind of wish I would of let them have their way with him. But that really isn't the point now is it? Why should ya'll be hunted just cause your different. We are all different in some way. It isn't any different from being prejudiced against someone cause of their skin color or because of their sexual preferences. It just doesn't make any since, if you ask me."

"Well put Sookie," Isabelle says softly. She places one hand on my back and smiles at me warmly. 'I am really starting to like her.' I smile back at her and think. 'She isn't much older than me physically but I am starting to look at her as a mother figure'. It is crazy how rapidly everything around me is changing.A few days ago I was with Bill, the supposed love of my life and I hated, no loathed, no despised Eric. Now, I loathe Bill, and am with not one but two vampires and have a motherly type vampire to boot. Gran always said "Life can change quick as a wink." Man she wasn't kidding.

"Indeed." Nan says pulling me from my meandering thoughts. "We could use someone like you to help improve vampire relations, all sweetness and apple pie. The real picture of down home trustworthiness, it is too good. The sweet southern belle promoting the equality of vampires, oh I can just picture it now." Nan's eyes are sparkling with ideas at how I could save them all. I can tell she really loves her job and is really striving to make things better for all of them. Coming out of the coffin had to be just as traumatic to them as it was to us. "Oh but I am getting ahead of myself, all of this is best saved for another time. So what happened next? How did Eric become involved in the picture?"

"Well, Bill he pursued me for awhile. He was always hanging around my house. Trying to constantly impress my Gran, I found him to be… tiresome, but sweet. He fascinated me, but there were things about him that didn't feel… right, I guess that would be the best way to put it. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't all that interested in dating him. Sure he was very attractive but I just couldn't let myself become that interested in him. Then I had that run in with those awful people, excuse me, vampires that he used to associate himself with."

"What vampires?"

"Diane, Malcolm, and umm… the big bald one with the funky tattoos… shoot what's his name?" I rack my brain trying to remember.

"Liam," Nan says.

"Yeah, that's it Liam. Anyways, I had been trying to help Bill out, getting numbers to various contractors and such for him to get his place fixed up. I showed up and those three poor excuses were there, and they scared the hell out of me. They threatened me, wanted to drain me, and Bill just stood there." I shudder at the memory. "It wasn't till I saved his sorry ass from getting Hep D that he saved me from getting snacked on, and he told them I was his. Although I had certainly never given him any indication of the sort, after that he was just always kind of around. Behaving like he was my boyfriend, and acting like he was my protector or something. It annoyed me at first. It wasn't until later that I appreciated it."

I shrug again, I knew I was going to have to get to talking about my Gran but I wasn't quite ready for that. "So, when I needed to go to Fangtasia to help my idiot of a brother get out of trouble, again, Bill volunteered to be my escort. That is how I met Eric."

"Why did you have to go to Fangtasia to help out your brother? Did he get into some trouble with vampires?"

"No, nothing like that, there was a serial killer in my home town. He was preying on women who associated themselves with vampires and my brother, being the town slut, was the only other commonality between them. Seeing how the women were strangled and not drained he was of course, the best suspect the police could come up with. I went to Fangtasia, in the hopes that I could find something, anything to help him. I guess I must have caught Eric's attention because he ended up pulling me up onto that obnoxious throne of his and questioning me about why I was there. Well, that and Eric being Eric, wanted to know if Bill was quite attached to me. You know Eric, he thinks he's God's gift to women everywhere and that every woman will just throw herself at him, without any thought of dignity or decency."

Both Isabelle and Nan start to laugh uncontrollably, both of them clutching to their sides as if they couldn't catch their breath. I didn't really think it was all that funny, but hey who am I to stop their fun? "What it's true!" I say. "Even if he and I are… well I am not really sure what we are, but I know he is an arrogant bastard at times."

"I can see why Eric is so smitten with you Sookie. I don't think there has been a woman… well ever, to turn him down and call him on his malarkey," Isabelle says, laughing lightly.

I just shrug. "Well, anyway Eric found out about my telepathy that night and has been hounding me ever since. Bill on the other hand, upped his game, and perused me even harder after that night. It wasn't until…" I choke back a sob, praying that I could hold it together, "the killer broke into my house and killed my Gran that I ended up giving in and letting Bill into my life completely. He was there for me during one of the most painful experiences in my life, and I was just so tired of not having anyone who actually cares, that I was desperate for any crumb of affection thrown my way. Gran was the only one who had ever really been there for me and when I lost her I felt like my world had ended."

Isabelle and Nan both look at me with compassion in their eyes. The glittering humor of Eric and his arrogance is forgotten at my own personal tragedy. If only they really understood how bad it really was for me. This stuff, the supernatural crap I had endured recently, only scratches the surface of the black hole that is my life. Isabelle strokes my back lightly for comfort and Nan pats my knee. I really appreciate their gestures; they don't have to do it, they are tough as nails vampire bitches, after all. The fact that they let this softer side show means a great deal to me. I knew all vampires weren't evil soul-less monsters, despite what the FotS might say. I had always known that they were just like everyone else. They had their good and their bad; you just had to look past the scary stuff, like the possibility of getting drained, in order to see the good stuff.

"So, did you and Eric have any other interactions?" Nan prods, trying to get the conversation rolling again, and steering it away from the still raw wound that is the senseless murder of my Gran.

"Yeah," I smile at her. "It wasn't exactly a pleasant meeting. Life around Eric is never boring to say the least. Several months later he calls Bill up and demands my services in helping him find out who was stealing from his bar. I go of course, because Bill told me that we had no choice. Long story short, I found out it was his bartender, Longshadow, who was steeling the money. When he knew he had been found out he attacked me and Eric staked his ass," I say with more than a hint of pride at his rescue of me. Of course at the time I had just been annoyed as hell that I owed him for the rescue and that I was covered head to toe in what remained of my would be dispatcher.

"Wait, what? Eric staked Longshadow? I had heard that Longshadow had met his final death, but I never bothered to find out all of the details."

"Yep."

"I just can't believe it, I mean, no offense Sookie, I know you are valuable as a telepath and all that, but it is just unheard of that a vampire would do something so… so… moronic."

My mouth falls open in disbelief. I am actually quite proud of Eric for stopping that asshole from killing me and here Nan is calling him a moron. It raised my hackles; Eric has saved me time and time again from the craziness that went on around me. He is a good man. Well, if you would have asked me a week ago I wouldn't have said that, but that isn't the point. This isn't a week ago, this is now, and things were different between us.

I am trying to find an appropriate way to tell Nan to shove it, when Isabelle swoops in and saves my ass. Sometimes my mouth runs off and my brain doesn't play catch up quick enough to save me from making stupid decisions. "Nan, he cares for the girl, it is obvious. Could you really say that you wouldn't have done the same thing? What if it was Fredrick standing there, helpless and in desperate need of rescue?"

"I… uh… that's not the point… damn it Isabelle."

Isabelle waves off the curse like it is nothing more than an annoying fly buzzing around her head. "You of all people can understand what it is like to love a human. So don't go and get all high and mighty that Eric is capable of doing the same thing. You and Fredrick have been together a long time, and just because most people don't know about him, doesn't mean you get to look down your nose at others. It is just us, you can't pull that high and mighty crap when I KNOW better."

"All right, all right, I get it, you win. Happy?"

"Ecstatic." Isabelle smiles smugly at her. Apparently, Nan has a few skeletons in her closet that she doesn't want revealed to the world. Including the fact that she has a human companion, whom she apparently cares for a great deal.

"So, how did you end up coming to Dallas?" Nan says coolly, turning the conversation back to me and my fucked up life. Thanks Nan.

"Eric of course. Who else would drag me into all this craziness, only to turn around and rescue me from it as well?" I laugh lightly. "He called Bill and requested our presence at his club, on the way we were ambushed by a maenad, Eric saved me again of course, but that is a little off topic. Anyway, he heard that Godric had been captured and asked for my help in tracking him down. After a tense negation, where his face became acquainted with the palm of my hand, I agreed to come and help him."

"Wait, was that a fancy way of saying you slapped him?" Nan asks incredulously.

"Umm yeah, he was being a jerk and he deserved it."

Nan snorts, clearly amused by the idea of little ol' me slapping the hell out of Eric, but after her last little barb at a situation I could tell she isn't about to run off at the mouth about it. "Tell me about the bombing?"

"Not much to tell, outside of what you have already heard. I had helped find Godric, well sort of. He kind of just appeared when I was attacked at the church, swooping in to rescue me. Damn," I laugh to myself lightly, "I just realized I seem to be the constant damsel in distress, in need of rescuing by many brave knights. I always wanted my life to be a fairy tale, but this is a little much." I laugh again and shake my head and force myself to focus on the topic.

"We all went back to the nest to celebrate. I got into an altercation with Bill's maker and Godric told Bill to escort her from the party. I was talking with Eric and Godric about Bill, some things were starting to come into focus about him. He wasn't what he appeared to be and watching him interact with Lorena was bringing that back into focus for me. I guess I kind of knew that all along, but he had been so kind to me after my Gran's passing that I didn't really want to admit it to myself. Luke came in, said his little spiel, and set off the bomb. Godric and Eric protected me from the blast. I don't think I had a scratch on me."

"So, did you really save Godric and Eric after the bombing or are they just talking you up to make you look good?"

I shrug. "I guess."

"Don't be modest Sookie," Isabelle says, scolding me lightly.

"I don't really think I am any kind of hero or anything Isabelle. I just did what I had to do. Ya'll couldn't get the silver out, so I did. Things had to get organized so that everyone would be safe. I also figured that if any of the others had silver in them none of ya'll could do it, so why not use the humans who were still standing? I just did what I had to."

Isabelle cups the side of my face, forcing me to look into her eyes. "I saw you Sookie, after the bomb went off. I saw the horror and pain in your eyes. You have never seen such violence in your life and you were frightened."

"Of course I was! Who wouldn't be?"

"Yes mio piccolo sole (my little sun) but not everyone would then put on a brave face and do what you did. I have lived a long time Sookie, I lived through the bubonic plague, the Spanish inquisition, and the Salem witch trials, and I have seen many horrors in my time walking this Earth. But the scene at the nest the other night was the worst horror by far for me. Maybe that is because it is so fresh in my memory, but I have never seen it's like in all my time. Most people, when faced with such a devastating tragedy, would have run screaming from the room or fallen apart completely. But you mio piccolo sole, you pulled it together and with a cool head on your shoulders, barked orders like an experienced general. You should be proud of your actions that night, you were very brave. I know I am proud of you and I know without a shadow of doubt that Eric and Godric are even prouder."

I feel my cheeks flush heavily with the compliment; no one has ever looked me in the eye and told me they were proud of me, not even my Gran. I always knew that she was, but it is nice to hear the words every now and then. "Amazing, simply amazing," Nan says. I can hear the amusement in her voice and Isabelle and I pull ourselves from our little 'moment' to look at her.

"What is it that you find so amazing my old friend?" Isabelle asks.

"Everything about this girl is amazing. The little she has told us about her life speaks of many trials that she has not only endured, but overcome without too much hardship. She stands up to vampires and physically assaults them without even flinching. She has vampires rescuing her right and left from the trouble she always seems to find herself in. She has not one but two of the most powerful vampires in all of the country head over heels in love with her. She, from what I can tell, has an ENTIRE nest of vampires ready to fight for her and she is modest to boot. What about this isn't amazing Isabelle? I have never seen anyone like you Sookie, ever. It amazes and baffles me all at the same time. You are like a giant Rubik's cube that I can't quite work out."

"I always hated those damn things anyways, so I never even bothered trying." I laugh, trying to get everyone off this line of thought. Although, I enjoy the flattery, I feel uncomfortable by it. It's almost like being examined under a really big microscope, poked, prodded, and dissected to find out how I tick. Not a comfortable feeling at all when you know that the people you are currently alone with could actually do just that.

Nan clears her throat. "Yes, well let's move on shall we? I know this is hard but I need to know what happened after Bill took you from the nest."

I feel the blood drain from my face, not only at the suddenness of the question but also at having to relive that shitty ass experience. I am really not ready to face that shit. "NAN!" Isabelle says sternly.

"What? She has to talk about it. It is the reason we are in here after all. I have to know Isabelle, you know this."

"Yes, I do, but you could have a little more tact and decency," Isabelle says, narrowing her eyes at Nan, and silently scolding her for being so rude.

To my amazement she looks thoroughly ashamed of herself. "I apologize Sookie. You have to tell me though. I need to know what happened so I can figure out how to fix this cluster fuck of a problem."

I sigh heavily. "I know. Bill, he came into the nest, I am not really sure what all he saw, but he didn't draw attention to himself until after I had helped Eric. He took me. Godric tried to get him to let me go, but Bill had gone crazy, screaming how I had betrayed him or some such nonsense. I wanted to stay with Godric and Eric. I didn't want to leave. I knew something wasn't right about Bill's reaction, but I didn't think… I didn't know that they could have stopped him from taking me. If I had only known…" Tears begin to roll down my face and Isabelle rubs small circles on my back, trying to comfort me, the only way she could.

I swallow, and my throat feels raw, as if it had been scrubbed thoroughly with sandpaper. Nan walks over, to the previously unnoticed mini-fridge, and grabs me one of those fancy bottled waters. "Thank you." I nod at her in appreciation and she returns it in kind. I take several long pulls of the cool liquid that is burning my raw throat. "He threw me into the limo. He said all kinds of horrible things to me. I didn't realize how much danger I was really in. He had never been mean, or harsh with me. Hell, he had never even raised his voice to me before that night. I may have had moments where I didn't feel comfortable with him, but I never thought… I never knew that he was capable of something like this."

My throat starts to itch again with the emotions that were bottling up inside, and they wanted desperately to come pouring out. I know though that if I loose control, even for a second, I will never be able to get through this story. "It started in the car," I say quietly, almost in a whisper so quiet that I wonder if they could even hear me, but neither one of them asked me to speak up, so I assume they heard me.

"He hit me, so hard and so quick, that it took me awhile to even realize that he had done it. When we got to the hotel, I was determined to get away from him. I still didn't understand that there was no way he was letting me go anywhere. He tried to drag me from the car but I fought him. I kicked him so hard and so unexpectedly that he hit his head on the edge of the bar. I thought that he was knocked out. All I wanted to do was just get away, call Eric, call Godric, call anybody really, and get away from this man who I was supposed to be in love with and who was supposed to love me. I had finally realized that something was really wrong with him. I knew that he was going to hurt me, badly. I saw it in his eyes, all of the terrible things that he had planned and there wasn't a single shred of remorse that he was going to do it."

I clear my throat and push on. "While he was knocked out I climbed over him, hoping that I would be able to escape. I guess he was just playing possum, that or he heals really quickly, because I didn't even make it out of the car. He got me out of the limo, kicking and screaming the whole time, he drug me through the lobby and I begged everyone that saw us for help."

I hear both Isabelle and Nan gasp at that. "There were other humans around?" Nan asks.

"Yes," I say sadly, "many, many others and they all just watched him take me. Not a single one of them said one word, or even tried to help. I don't really blame them for being scared of what he would do to them if they stepped in, but it is a little disappointing that no one even bothered to try."

I take another long sip off my water, and try to gather my thoughts. "He took me to the room. I managed to get away from him when we reached the doorway. I dislocated his knee and he went down, I didn't get far before he had snatched me up by my hair and drug me back down the hallway. He threw me into the room and I knew things were only going to get worse. He… he beat me… badly. Fractured my cheekbone and blackened my eyes, split my lips and cracked my jaw. He… when he was done beating me he took me into the bedroom and he… he raped me, breaking my pelvis with the force of his brutishness. He knew he broke my pelvis too, because he pressed my hips together so that the fracture would cause more pain. He broke my ribs, a set at a time, telling me that if he did it just right he wouldn't puncture my lungs or heart. He was planning on torturing me plain and simple. I think he got to eight ribs when Eric and Godric showed up. I asked for their protection, Eric glamoured me so that I would sleep until they could heal me, and that is all she wrote. I don't know what happened after that. I woke up in Godric's house some time later and the three of us had another blood exchange."

I look between Isabelle and Nan and see the same shocked looks of horror and disbelief on their faces at what I had been through. "How did you know about asking for protection from Godric and Eric?" Nan asks, stumbling over her words and clearly trying to compose herself.

"Bill told me," I laugh mirthlessly. "When he was beating me, he clued me in on the little loop-hole and that I had no one but myself to blame for being under his tender care. He told me that if I would have only asked Godric and Eric for protection back at the nest, he would have had no options but to let me go." I shrug.

"I don't think that he realized that they would come after me when they sensed that I was in trouble. Although, I doubt that my asking for protection would have really stopped them from getting me away from Bill. I am actually kind of surprised that he is still standing."

"That surprises me as well," Nan confesses. "There has to be a reason. I mean Eric staked Longshadow just for threatening you and yet Bill did something far worse and he is still alive. There has to be something else to it. Did Bill mention anything else that you can think of that would be important?"

I think about that for a minute, trying to replay the conversations that Bill and I had, trying to not become overwhelmed by the circumstances surrounding them. "He mentioned his Queen," I say slowly. "He told me that I was meant to be her telepath. That she had sent him to my home town to acquire me for her. He was supposed to play the besotted boyfriend and then do me the great honor of introducing me to her. He told me that once I got my introduction that he was then supposed to turn abusive and that somehow I was going to be clued into the protection loophole, and turn to the queen for help. I think it was going to be done this way so she would come off smelling like roses in the situation. She would get what she wanted and never actually get her hands dirty."

Nan thinks about everything I say for awhile; she just sits there staring off into space turning it all over in her mind. I can almost see the chess pieces moving about in her head, while she contemplates every angle. "What is that you want to do Sookie? Do you want to be with Eric and Godric or do you want to go to the Queen?"

"There is no way I want to be with that fucking Queen, excuse my French. She sent that asshole after me and look at what he did. Even if he hadn't lost his cool now, he had planned to, at the very least, beat me later. Maybe it wouldn't have been as bad if it hadn't deviated from her original plans, but that doesn't really matter now does it. He was still pretending that he loved me, he still was planning on beating the shit out of me, and he still beat the shit out of me, and raped me. I don't want anything to do with either one of them."

I take a deep breath to calm myself, I was on the edge of a full blown tirade and if I wasn't careful I would go out to the living room where that fucker sat less than twenty feet away and stake his ass myself. Regardless of the consequences, that fucker betrayed my trust; he deserved whatever punishment he got as far as I am concerned.

I sigh heavily. "I really would like to be with Eric and Godric. I think we have the potential to have something really good going between the three of us, but I just don't see how that is possible. There are so many issues with it."

"Such as?" Nan asks.

"Well, for one Godric lives here in Texas and Eric and I live in Louisiana. I am sure we could sort that all out somehow, but I could never ask Godric to give up his life here, let alone his position. The same goes for Eric. He has a life in Shreveport, a successful business, a good position in the vampire hierarchy. I could never ask him to leave all of that behind to move to Texas. My job, my house, my family, my life, is all kind of moot because really, if I am going to be honest here, I work as a waitress, and I can do that anywhere. Sam can learn to live without me. He will be upset but I can't please everyone. My house, well, I don't particularly like living there to be perfectly frank, my Gran was murdered in my kitchen and I am all by myself there. Not to mention the fact that I live across the way from that asshole Bill. My family, hell all I have left is Jason and he and I have never been all that close, I think he could live without me being there to nag him to death. My life, really I don't have much of one, outside of my job so that kind of rules that question out right there. Then there is this Queen to consider, does she like rule all of you vampires or what?"

"No," Nan smiles and laughs lightly, "she only rules over Louisiana, she has no power anywhere else in the country."

"So that means Eric works for her right?"

"Yes, Eric answers to her. He is her Sheriff, her watches over area five for her and a report to her of any going-ons there. If there is a situation in his area he deals with it. But at the end of the night, she is his boss."

"Okay so there's that. What kind of position would I put Eric in if we continue to date and he works for her? She is still going to want me come tomorrow night and I just don't see a way for him to stop her from taking me if she is his boss. I really don't see a solution to any of that."

"I think I do Sookie, but you are going to have to trust me. Can you do that?"

Could I do that? I only just met her, but here behind closed doors I can see a different side to her. Just like Eric, she can't be all nice and sweet and expect to survive in the ruthless world of the supernatural. I look over to Isabelle, maybe for some kind of guidance or direction and she just smiles at me encouragingly. "Yes Nan, I will trust you. If you can make this work and keep us all safe, I will owe you big time."

She smiles at me sweetly, but there is just an edge of cunning behind her eyes that makes me shiver slightly. "Oh trust me Sookie I will hold you to that." She slaps her thighs firmly and stands. "All right then shall we return to the men folk and sort this issue."

I nod and stand to follow her out of the room; just as we reach the door she turns to me and lowers her voice a tad. "Sookie, when we leave this room, I am not going to be Nan your friend anymore. I will be the hard ruthless bitch who gets shit done because they all fear me. You are going to have understand this. I may seem cold, but I am only going to be doing what is best for all of you. Got it?"

"Yep, got it, lead the way obi wan." She raises her eyebrow at me in an unspoken question.

"Star Wars…" I can tell the reference is lost on her and all I can do is roll my eyes. "Never mind. Call me sometime and I will explain it to you."

"I'll do that." She winks at me and then I watch as she pulls the mask of indifferent bitch down over her features. Man, I really have to learn how to do that. I bet it would come in real handy being around all these damn supes all the time.