True Blood - Season 7 - The Right Way

by InLoveWEric

Or should I say - My Way. After six seasons and the upcoming seventh and last season, I've come to see that TB is a little wanting in my eyes. We all know how the books ended and the TV show isn't looking much better. So, with the looming last season on the horizon, this is how I wish it would end. E/S (because I love the Viking) AU

6. Episode 6

Episode 6 – Blood and Pain

SPOV

I feel him flinch as I try to pull myself closer to him.

What, wait, Vampires don't flinch.

I look up to see blood tears in the corners of Eric's eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

He just looks at me for a moment without saying anything. The look in his eyes is so mixed I can't tell what he's thinking. The swirling of emotions almost makes me dizzy.

"Eric?" I ask.

Still, he says nothing.

I turn my head to look at the others in the room.

"What's wrong with him?" I ask.

Again no one says a thing.

"Someone better start talking," I say looking from Eric to Pam and then back to him. The look in his eyes stops me. He's in pain.

"It pains him to be touched," Pam says softly. I can tell by the tone of her voice that she can feel it too.

"What," I ask as I try to take a step back. I say try because Eric grabs onto my arm stopping my movement. This time I feel him flinch even more than before.

"No," he says softly. "I will take the pain as long as you are close to me."

I stand where I am, not wanting to cause him any more pain but I'm not going to stop asking questions.

"What happened to you?" I ask and turn to Pam. "What is wrong with him? Heal him," I turn back to Eric. "Get some donors in here and heal yourself. I've seen you heal from just about everything."

Neither one of them move.

"Eric, please," I say and try to stop the emotions welling up within me. I know in my gut that there is more going on here than they are telling me. Eric is hurt. He's in pain and I can just tell by the weariness on his face that he's been like this for a long, long time.

"Please," I say softly. "Please, tell me what happened. Why," I look into his blue eyes that still look cloudy to me. "Why are you like this? Are you sick?" I ask. "Is that why you have brought these people here? Have you gotten this," I look around. "Oh, hell, whatever is making the Vampires go nuts? Are you a Zombie now? Is that why you can't heal?"

I know these are all stupid questions. I know that he isn't one of those things I've heard about and saw coming towards the bar. The news footage showed them as mindless hordes with one thing on their mind, blood. Eric doesn't look like them and he is completely in control. So much so that if I didn't feel him flinch, I wouldn't know his pain. No, it can't be this Hep-V but I know that it's something else and I need to know. Something in me tells me that I've needed to know for quite some time.

"I am not sick," he says softly just above a whisper. "But I'm not well either."

"What happened to you?" I ask him.

"I was damaged," he says.

"Then heal. I thought you all healed anything?" I ask him.

"Different damages needed different kinds of healing, little Faerie," I hear from behind me.

I turn to see a short, stout woman walk in. She resembles something close to one of those creatures that run the bank in those Harry Potter movies, but more human than that, but just. I don't know how to explain it but I know on instinct that this, whoever she is, is not human.

"It has been awhile since we've seen one another," she says to me. "Though you were quite out of it the last time we met."

"Who," I look to Eric and then back to her. "Who are you?"

"Sookie," Eric smiles at me. "This is Doctor Amy Ludwig."

"A doctor?" I ask him.

He nods. "She is a doctor for the supernatural world. She was the one we called when you were attacked by the Maenad."

I nod and turn to her deciding to ask the hundred and one questions I have about a supernatural doctor and where they learn their skills later. Trying to put on my crazy Sookie smile and face the doctor.

"It's nice to meet you," I say nodding at her. Gran would never forgive me if I ever forgot my manners. "I didn't get to thank you then for your help."

She waves her hand. "No need to thank me, Faerie," she says. "The Norseman took care of my bill and that was all the thanks I needed."

I look back to Eric. "You did?" I ask him.

He nods slowly. "I was the one that called her to assist. I felt it was my duty to pick up the tab as the humans say."

I want to reach up and touch him. I want to show him how much I appreciate what he did, what he's always done for me. But the fact that touching me causes him pain, stops me from reaching out to him. Why is it bothering me that I can't touch him? I've shown restraint in the past. Why is this time any different?

"Thank you," I say. Hoping that my eyes are showing him exactly how I'm feeling right now. His returning smile tells me that he understands. That will have to do for now.

I may be able to feel his presence, his energy, but I can't feel him and I wish, above everything else right now that I could. I've no idea if our connection has faded that much over the past months or if he's doing something to stop me from feeling him. Before seeing him, I would guess the latter but now, I'm not sure if he has the strength to keep me out. That one thought breaks my heart just a bit more. Eric has never been weak and I hate to think that he is now.

He nods but I see many emotions rolling around in his eyes and I'm trying to take all of them in.

"So," I say after a few moments. "Are you going to tell me what happened to you?"

He sighs. "It would seem," he looks right into my eyes. "That when Warlow finally met his true death, I was neither in the right place nor at the right time of the day," he shrugs.

"I," I look up at him and then to Pam. "I don't understand. Where were you?"

"I," he pauses. "I was on a mountain top in Sweden."

"Okay?" I ask as a question.

"It was mid-day," he says to me as an answer.

Suddenly, I get it.

"You were in the sun," I say to him. "You…you started to burn."

All this damage, his skin, his hair, even his eyes were caused by the sun? I've seen him burn before, twice. How did he get so damaged before he could seek shelter?

He nods. "I didn't know what happened at first," he pauses. "I thought that perhaps the effects of taking the mix-breed's blood had worn off and I was getting my just reward," he smiles slightly. "I didn't know until later that you had ended him."

I shake my head. "I tried to end him but it was Jason who finished him off," I say. "I didn't know that it would…" my voice starts to crack. "I'm sorry," I shake my head again. "You got hurt and it's my fault. If I had just gone with him, agreed to do what he wanted…."

"No," Eric pulls me closer. "No, you did what you had to do for yourself. You would have been miserable with that creature. He would have made it his mission to destroy you. I understand that now. You didn't love him. You didn't belong to him no matter how many times he announced it to the universe." He says the last looking deeper into my eyes. As if he's willing for me to hear what he's saying.

A few hours ago, I wouldn't have gotten it. But I do now, thanks to Claudine.

"No," I shake my head. "I didn't belong to him. He wasn't meant for me. But you," I look him up and down. "You lost so much and then you got hurt. You were on a mountain top?" I ask.

He nods. "I had gone up there," he pauses before continuing. "I had gone up there in my arrogance wanting solitude to escape the world. There was nothing around for miles."

"How, how did you survive?"

He smiles. "It's funny what happens to snow when you apply such intense heat," he raises his very white eyebrow at me.

"You melted the snow?" I ask him. "How did that help?

"Yes, I melted the snow and started to sink. I'm not sure how long it was, but soon the walls around the area that melted, fell in on me. I was buried."

"How," I look around the room and then back to him. "You must have needed help. How did you get out of there?"

By looking at him he was certainly in no shape to dig himself out. At least not for some time.

"I was already in Sweden," Pam interjects. "I'd gotten a room at a Vampire safe hotel and was there for the day. I didn't want anyone to know that we found a way to walk in the sun and figured that Eric was doing the same. I didn't know a thing until I started to feel his pain. I almost ran out in the sun to go to him. But when I looked out the window, I felt the burn on my own skin and knew what was happening. I had to wait several hours until nightfall to go to him."

The pain Pam felt must have been excruciating. I don't think a human could survive it.

"You found him," I say turning to Pam who I see has blood tears in her eyes.

All she does is nod.

"But Eric, that was months ago," I say turning back to Eric. "Why haven't you healed?"

"I've healed much but," Eric pauses and turns to the doctor who is now standing at our side.

"We have a theory," Doctor Ludwig says. "But we will need to do some tests first."

"What theory?" I ask. When no one answers me I turn back to Eric. "Eric, what theory?"

He sighs and nods. "I, well, Doctor Ludwig and I feel is more going on than what one would assume. She feels that there is some bigger connection between us other than a blood bond we shared in your home."

I nod. "The Faerie blood. We are connected through the light."

He tilts his head to me. "How do you know that?"

"It doesn't matter," I shake my head. "I think I've known for a while but just recently had it confirmed. The light," I pause. "The light we shared after we blood bonded, it made a different connection between us. I think the Faeries call it sharing their light."

I wasn't going to say soul mates or anything like that. After all, for all I know, Eric wants nothing to do with me anymore. I'm not about to bare my soul in front of all these people either. That is something Eric and I will need to discuss, in private. The fact that we shared light seems to not be a secret. I'd rather that intimate portion of our connection was kept between us but I'm not surprised either. Vampires always had a problem with priority and limits. Sex and intimacy with them is seldom kept in the bedroom.

"Well," Ludwig says. "It seems our little Faerie knows more than we thought, Norseman. This may be easier than I had originally thought."

"What do I know?" I ask.

"Just what you stated little Faerie. You and the Norseman shared light. It is a very sacred and profound connection between two. It has many ramifications but I've never seen it occur between a Vampire and a Faerie."

Maybe because the Vampire would end up eating the Faerie before the exchange could occur. I know catty but I'm just saying.

"The theory is that since you have shared light and are connected that the Norseman needs that connection in order to complete his healing," the doctor says before Eric can say anything.

"You need my blood?" I ask him.

He just looks at me without saying anything.

"And your light," the doctor interjects. "But again, it's a theory. We will need to do some tests before we risk anything."

"How long have you had this theory?" I ask without looking away from him.

"After the Norseman told me his story and how he was connected to the situation in Louisiana I thought that this connection may be the reason he wasn't healing faster," Ludwig answers me.

"When was that?" I ask again.

"About five months ago," he says to me softly.

"Five months?" I ask and take a step closer. "You have been in pain for five months and you didn't call me? You didn't have Pam come and get me? You could have even called Willa or Tara. I would have come to help you."

He shakes his head. "It was just a theory and I promised you I was out of your life."

"Bull," I growl at him. "Eric you were in pain. You need my blood," I say holding up my arm. "I would have given it to you then and I'll give it to you now!"

He backs away. "No," Eric, Pam and this Barrack person all say together.

"Young one," Doctor Ludwig steps forward. "No one takes blood that hasn't been tested and filtered."

"What?" I ask and look at the strange creature. "I've been tested for the Hep-V. I'm clean."

"There is more going on than just that virus, Faerie. We need to test you to make sure you cannot harm the Norseman. You will come with me and we will begin the testing immediately. Then we will see what you can do to help him."

"But," I say looking at Eric. "I don't," I shake my head.

"I know," he says and leans in to kiss my forehead. I close my eyes when I feel his cool lips touch my skin. Suddenly I feel a wave of something run through me. I'd felt it before. I felt it the first time Eric touched me. Damn, that feels like a lifetime ago. I dismissed it then but not this time. I look up into his eyes as he moves back.

"Go with the doctor and we will talk again when you are done," he smiles at me.

I wait a moment not knowing what to say. Finally, I nod to him and turn to the doctor. "Let's make this quick," I turn back to Eric. "We have a lot to talk about."

He smirks at me. "Indeed."

I turn to follow the doctor out of the room but not before I look back at Eric who is being helped into a chair by both Pam and Barrack.

"Let's make this quick," I say to the doctor. "We need to get him well."

"I've been telling him that for months now," she huffs. "Stubborn Vampire," she hisses out.

I say nothing because really, what can I say?

***0***

Doctor Stork POV

I look at the computer as the Senior Chief looks over the papers we've sent to him.

"You are positive this is accurate?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir," I nod. "It is not what we thought and Wyoming is not on the right track," I pause. "As you can see there are two distinct strains. What we are dealing with now has nothing to do with the initial infection. This is completely different and has been from the beginning."

He taps something on a laptop beside him. I'm sure it's going through our newest findings.

"So you think this is another attack on Vampires," he says with no question in his voice.

"Sir," I pause. "We've sent you the report but I think there is more to this than we thought."

He raises his eyes and refocuses on me. "Go on, Doctor."

"Sir," I sigh. "Sir, I think Mrs. Newlin knows more than she is telling us. It was under her advisement that we thought that this new strain was similar to the one used in the Tru Blood. As you can see," I point to the papers in front of me, "that information was false. I believe she has purposely sent us on a wild goose chase. It was only by chance that we went back and retested the bottles we found at the Vampire Facility."

"What caused you to do that?" he asks.

"One of my assistants saw something and wanted a fresh sample to test against. We are the only facility that currently has any of the initial infection."

That is something else that always struck me as odd. In all of that facility and the bottling plant, we couldn't find one single drop of the virus. It was only after one of our guys found the case, hidden that we had any. Very curious, indeed.

"Doctor Rayden in Wyoming and Senator Douglas in Louisiana assure me that she's told us all that she knows and that she's been very forthcoming with everything."

"Sir, with all due respect, Senator Martin Douglas was a very close friend of the late Governor."

"You are accusing a US Senator of being in league with Burrell?" he asks.

"I didn't say that," I pause. "I don't know what his involvement was with the Vampires and Burrell but I don't think we should rule out that he had similar desires to the ones of the Governor."

"Doctor," he leans forward, "that is a very strong accusation to level against a United States Senator. If Burrell was still alive, he'd be facing about 100 different charges for what he unleashed on us. You think for one moment that the Government didn't look into who else could have been in on this?"

"No Sir, I'm sure your people did a thorough job in weeding out his co-conspirators."

If knocking on doors and asking people if they were involved was thorough, that is.

"Then I hope you have a little more than your instincts to back up your accusations," he huffs.

"Sir, I have the facts. Sarah Newlin is no more than the Zealot she was when her husband was alive. We know that she encouraged Burrell to eradicate the Vampires in Louisiana. We know that it was her money that was used to create the Vampire Facility."

"She explained that she offered the money to Burrell to assist him in understanding the Vampires. She has already told us she didn't know that he was planning on executing them," he responds.

Man, she has them all believing the 'babe in the woods' routine.

"Sir, she was also the only human to get out of that facility alive. How did she manage that?"

"She said someone took pity on her," he answers. "There are good people out there even when there is a riot going on. Besides, we don't know if she was the only one. She is the only one that came forward to tell us what happened."

"Yes," I nod at him. "She knew what happened. She knew about the Tru Blood being contaminated, she knew about the abductions across the state and she knew that Burrell had manufactured items to protect Humans against the Vampires as well as destroy them. By the way, no one has heard from the representative from Tru Blood, have they?"

I watch as McAvoy types something else on his computer and then shakes his head.

"Ms. Suzuki has not been seen in Louisiana," he pauses. "We are unaware of where she is and her company is not giving us much of anything. The last thing they heard was that she was coming to assess the factories here and then she was supposed to report back to them regarding how fast they can get the facilities up and running. The company seems to be folding but the Delegation is working with them to see what can be done."

"But I thought that it was decided not to reopen the factories?" I ask him.

"We have to do something, doctor," he huffs. "We have God knows how many Vampires in this country as well as around the world. We need to make it safe for humans again and those Vampires need to feed. We need to get the factories up and running and we need to calm this hysteria. We need to come up with a way to keep those Vampires not infected from turning on the American people. Some areas have already reported that the tension is getting high and we need to act."

"What makes you think any Vampire will be willing to drink something they know was poisoned?" I ask him.

"Doctor, let us worry about that," he shakes his head. "You have enough on your hands. Now, let's get back to this accusation. You honestly believe that Mrs. Sarah Newlin has anything to do with this," he waves his hand, "this new or different strain of the outbreak? You honestly think we would allow her into the DE USC if we weren't 100% confident we were on the same agenda? Christ Doctor, she was the one that told us about the Tru Blood and the contamination. She was the one that helped us find the other shipments."

I shake my head. "She has her own agenda Sir and it has nothing to do with helping us. I think the Senator and Doctor Rayden in Wyoming are either with her or are blinded by the act she's playing."

"You think that we are all that stupid?" He asks.

"No Sir," I say to him. "I think she is that good at manipulating situations to her desires. She has been stepping up ladders since her husband was turned. First they had the church. Then she gets into bed with a man who wants to eliminate Vampires from the earth. Not unlike her precious husband, I might add. Now she seems to be cuddling up to a Senator that not only was friends with Burrell but has ties to this church she ran."

He leans forward. "Doctor, you cannot accuse people of ulterior motives because they have like religious views. That is not how we work."

"I know what I heard, Sir. She believes that Vampires have this illness because it's God's will. She has no intention of helping us find a cure. Hell, I don't even know what she's doing in the facilities."

"She is reporting back to the DE USC on findings. She is working with us on the PR crap that is sure to hit the fan soon. Reports of these Zombie Vampires are coming in from almost every state now. Some of the reports are as far away as Western Europe and the Middle East. They are few and far between but they are here. We are going to need someone like her to assist us."

"You mean a pretty face that can smile at the cameras?" I growl at him.

"I suggest you watch your tone, Doctor. You are not the only one working on a cure. You can be replaced."

"With all due respect to you and the other members of the Delegation, I think you are the ones that need to watch yourselves. We are the only facility that has determined the difference between these two strains. We are sitting in the hot seat of the epidemic and we are the ones that are taking chances. Wyoming and Nevada have found nothing new and are only pumping drugs into the handful of Vampires they have out there. Most of the test subjects are here. In fact, I heard from Wyoming this morning. They are sending us three more test subjects that they don't think they can use. What makes you think they are doing anything other than spinning their wheels."

"You think highly of yourself, don't you doctor?" He asks me.

"I think highly of my team," I say to him. "They are top notch and I couldn't work without them."

"Yet, you are without two stars you were supposed to acquire last night," he smirks at me.

"Again, with all due respect, we were following a Vampire you assured us could get us what we needed. He was the one that fucked this up, not us."

He leans back. "He's come through for us up until now. Perhaps you don't know how to motivate him."

"What we have is a Vampire that thinks he's in charge of this operation. Not the other way around. With this new information," I hold up the file. "Everything he gave us is useless. All the data he acquired will do nothing to assist us with this new virus. We need to find the source. Then we can find a cure."

"Start cutting into the test subjects. Let's see what this virus is doing to live victims," he waves his hand.

"You don't get it, Sir," I lean forward. "What is happening to these, well these test subjects that have this DNA anomaly is not the Hep-V virus. It isn't even this new strain. They are sick because of something else. With this information about the Stackhouse woman, I don't think there is any part of them that is human. Or at least, the part that makes them different isn't human."

"Yes," he sighs. "You say that they saw her disappear. How do you explain that?"

"I can't and neither can you. But when Tisdale finds her, I'll let you know what we find. But that doesn't change the fact that we need more information. Compton doesn't have it and Newlin isn't going to give it up."

"I still find it hard to believe that you think Sarah Newlin is up to something," he says.

"Listen to this," I say and start the recording of our latest encounter with the blonde bitch.

We sit in silence listening to the conversation between Sarah and myself. When it's done, I wait for Senior Chief McAvoy to say something.

"Does she know that she was being recorded?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"Good," he sighs. "I'm not saying that I agree with you but I will make inquiries with regards to her and the Senator. This doesn't change the fact that we have a hell of a lot more work to do," he tents his fingers. "You think this Stackhouse woman would be of some help?"

I nod. "I've never seen blood like hers before. It is like none of the other test subjects we've collected. I need to do further tests but I can promise you that Compton wouldn't have given her up if we didn't find out about her from that cousin of hers. You know that as well as I. It only begs the question; what else is he not telling us?"

"I don't know," McAvoy says as he types something on his laptop again. "Have him help with finding the young Miss Stackhouse. If she is that important to him to risk his existence, there may be something else going on here. Find her, use her to have Compton give us any other information he can and then have Tisdale execute his orders."

"Sir?" I ask as a question.

"Come now, Doctor Stork," he smiles. "You really don't think I would allow a murderer to walk away like that do you? Bill Compton may be a bestselling author and he may believe he is above the human law but he is sadly mistaken. He's been finally dead for some time. He just hasn't known to lie down."

I wait a moment thinking about what he is saying. I guess McAvoy is smarter than I thought.

"What about Sarah Newlin?" I ask.

"You let me deal with Sarah and the Senator. You work on finding out how this shit started and how we are going to end it."

He leans even further forward. "We are running out of time, Doctor. If we don't fix this, we are going to be in a middle of a war. Vampires won't sit by forever. I for one don't want to see it come to that."

"You think they would revolt?" I ask.

"I think they have walked this earth for millions of years without being detected by humans. I think if we don't control this situation, they will do it and I don't think they will sit by and allow those they think were trying to murder them live."

I say nothing for a moment.

"Let's hope your team is as good and you believe them to be. If what you say is true about Sarah and the others, you are our only hope."

He disconnects from the conversation without even a goodbye. Leaning back in my chair and close my eyes. Yeah, well that's not a big rock he's put on my shoulders.

"What does he think we are going to do?" my assistant asks me.

I turn to look at him. "Pretty much he's ordered us to save the human race."

"Well shit," he sighs.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up now doesn't it?

***0***

EPOV

Pam has ordered that several glasses of blood be brought to me. I have drank them knowing that they will help but it isn't what I need.

"We needed her here months ago," Pam says to me.

"We will not be discussing this again, Pamela," I say and look at the file that Barrack had given me before he left. I knew that time was of the essence. He needed to get back to Dallas before night fall if we were going to get the other Faerie before Compton's progeny awoke for the day. Again, I would never allow those idiots to get their hands on a Fae that was that pure. I'd hoped we had more time. I honestly didn't think that Compton would have steered them to Bon Temps but I should have known after Hadley was found, it wouldn't be long until they found Sookie.

If I was being pragmatic, I would have taken the other one when we took Sookie but when am I ever pragmatic when it comes to my little Faerie? No, Sookie makes me do things that I'd never have thought of in my very long life. Some may find that a weakness. Perhaps they are right but that doesn't change a thing. Sookie has always been first for me and she always will be.

"Then have Ludwig take her blood in the lab and give it to you. What are you waiting for?"

"As I told you before," I look up at her. "Whether or not I take her blood will be her choice. Not mine, not yours and certainly not by force or misrepresentation. It's not how it works and you know it."

"I know that you are still in need of time to heal that we don't have. If you allowed me to go get her when we first realized what was happening, we would not be in this mess," she waves her hand above her head.

"Me being well would not change the mess we are in and what mess other Vampires find themselves in, Pamela. You are being irrational."

"When have you given a flying fuck about any Vampires that didn't belong to you," she puts a hand on her hip. "Damn it, Eric. You wouldn't even let me take Tara and Willa away from that two stoplight town. What if they were infected? What if they contracted that shit and we lost them?"

"They were instructed only to drink the blood we sent them, where they not?" I ask her. "I needed them there," I look down at the file once more.

"To watch your little Faerie play house with the dog?" she growls. "Seriously Eric, it always comes back to Sookie and her fucking Faerie pussy. What is so good about it, anyway that you would risk your life and mine time and time again? If you had just listened to me for once when it comes to her we could be long gone and not have to worry about a fucking thing!"

"Watch how you talk, child," I growl at her. "You know what Sookie is to me."

"Yeah, and you have purposely suffered because she was too blind to see what was right in front of her face. Eric when are you going to learn?"

"She is here now," I say to her. "As for the rest you know what will happen if we don't stop all of this. You heard Ludwig and the others. You heard what I did about the fucking disaster we face. How can you be so blind and stubborn? You know the why. I told you I needed to do this. You have been released you know, you don't have to stay."

"And go where?" she asks. "Did you see the report? This shit is popping up in Europe now. How the fuck is it popping up so far away from the source?"

"I've got an idea, but I need more information. We will need to speak with Spencer about it tomorrow," I say. "Today he is tracking a few more Fae and I will have Barrack alert the others about bringing them in."

She growls. "I fucking hate this Hero, saving the world, Eric you have become. You know that don't you?"

"Now Pam," I say holding back a laugh. "You know I'm just as much of a business man as I've always been. When our new bottled blood hits the market, we will have more money than we will know what to do with."

"You have more money than you know what to do with now. That doesn't impress me," she mumbles.

"Be that as it may," I stand and wince at the pain. "If you choose to stay, you will honor my wishes where Sookie is concerned."

"You know I'm not going to leave you," she says.

I smile. "I know," I say coming around the desk and touching the side of her cheek. I've no idea how I would have survived that terrible day if it wasn't for my child. I hope that my eyes tell her this because I've yet to find the words to show my gratitude.

"Everything will be fine," I say to her. "You must believe that."

She says nothing and after a moment, she leaves the room. I walk slowly over to the window and look out once more.

I have to believe that everything will work out. The alternative is unthinkable.

***0***

Sarah's POV

I cross my legs again, sit back in the plush leather seat and sip on the champagne that the flight attendant served me. I sigh leaning back. I do love flying on private jets. I should have suggested to Steve we get one of these long ago. But then again, he was so cheap I don't think he'd ever pay for something like this. A new church, compound or any of the other things he built, sure. But this, well, this would have been out of the question. Luckily the class of my companions has been raised since then.

"Is there anything else you require, Mrs. Newlin?" the flight attendant who I think is named Tanya asks.

"No thank you," I give her my best smile. "You all have been so nice to me. I'll be sure to let the Senator know when I see him."

She nods and walks away. I lean back and watch her retreating form. I know what she's thinking. I know what they are all thinking. Even that stupid doctor was thinking it. They all want what I have. But they aren't going to get it.

I look out the window and smile at the sun. The sun, the light is ours and none of those ridiculous, unholy creatures will take that away from us. I will do what I have to in order to succeed with God's plan. He has given me this path and I intend on seeing it through.

Just then my phone rings. I look at it and smile.

"Martin, darling," I say with a smile. "Oh, thank you for sending me your private jet. It's perfect and you do know how to treat a girl."

"Sarah," he whispers. "Baby, I can't talk right now. Renee and the kids are getting ready for our next press conference but I wanted to make sure you are in the air."

I try not to growl into the phone. His wife needs to be removed from this equation. Martin Douglas is headed to the White House and I intend on joining him. We will do wonders from there. Much more than Burrell was doing and definitely much more than that pathetic waste of a husband I had. No, I just have to bide my time. Get his wife into a place where we can easily have an attack and then unleash an infected Vampire on her. Then I'll slip right into her place, my rightful place. God will help me. He always does.

"Yes, darling," I say to him. "I'm in the air and heading to you. When can I see you?" I ask him.

"We are heading to the press conference and then heading back to the house. When you land, head to the apartment and I'll meet you there when I can."

Translation, I won't see him tonight.

"Martin, honey," I say with a little song in my voice. "Sweetie did you get the latest shipment of the syringes out?" I ask him.

"Shhh," he hushes me. "Sarah we are not talking about this over the phone. Now, I'll see you later and know that I can't wait to see you," he is silent for a minute. "Will you," he pauses. "Will you wear the red ones tonight?" He almost growls.

I roll my eyes. This man sure loves shoes; the higher and sexier the better. I guess it could be worse. His kink could run in so many different directions. Goodness, I don't even have to put on any lingerie. All he needs are the shoes.

"Would you like the four inch heels or the ones that strap around my ankle?" I ask him in a sultry voice.

"Oh, God," he whispers. "Either, either ones baby," I hear something that distracts me. "I'll be there tonight," he says and hangs up.

I lean back and sip the rest of my champagne smiling to myself. Using the syringes to get to the Vampires is ingenious if I do say so myself. All the blood we are taking are using the syringes provided to the technicians by a company donating them to the cause. I take another sip. It just so happens, that I own the company. Of course, it's under a dummy name and completely untraceable but it's still mine. The blood comes out and the virus goes into the humans. It's perfect. If those fool phlebotomists don't know what they are looking for, they won't find it. Then, when a Vampire drinks from the human, they start to get infected. Every time they drink, they contribute to their death just a little more. Sure, the new way will be slower than the first time we tried it. But over time, the Vampires will just go crazy and eventually meet their end. It's perfect.

The only problem was that we didn't get the syringes to Bon Temps in time. Stupid shipment getting lost. Who can't find a town? Goodness me, there must be such evil in that town to thwart God's plan so much. I should have known it for some time but I just didn't want to see it. First thing I'll have Martin do is get rid of that town to tip the scales of justice to good once more. Yes, that will do. It's really too bad. I'll miss Jason. He was always fun. But he's thrown his soul in with that unholy lot. He'll burn with the rest of them.

I smile again at the simplicity of it all. God has surely been good and shown me the way. As long as I stay on this path, I'll be rewarded, I know I will. I just have to follow the path, wherever that leads me.

Picking up my phone, I dial a number.

"Yes," he says.

"I want her out of the way as soon as possible," I say without even a hello.

"We are working on it," he says. "But it won't be easy."

"Of course it will be easy," I smile again. "It's all in the plan."

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