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Chapter 2

Godric took to the sky headed towards Shreveport; he was anxious to reunite with his child. He could feel Eric's lighter mood and wondered what had caused it. A few minutes into the flight his cell rang, his child of course. With a smile that reached his soul for the first time in too long, Godric answered the call.

"Good evening my child. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" he asked.

"Master, do I need a reason to call?" came Eric's reply.

"Eric, my child, how many times must I tell you not to call me 'Master'?" Godric asked with a chuckle and shake of his head. Some things would never change.

"Always once more, Master." Eric replied with his own merriment dancing in his voice. He knew Godric didn't like for him to call him Master but he never gave a Maker's Command for Eric to stop either. So until Godric did this Eric would continue to call him thus. To Eric, it was showing his Maker the respect he deserved and Godric knew this, which was probably why he never made Eric stop.

It felt good to both maker and child to be speaking to the other. Without realizing, they had both missed the other fiercely. One truly did not feel whole without the other by their side. They had both taken sheriff posts bordering the other and had thought they would have stayed in better contact being so close. However, this was not what happened. They had failed to realize the monarchs they had pledged fealty to would need both their support and 'guidance' more than any other in their retinue. It was this need, as well as the disorganization of their respective areas, which led to the almost century long quiet between the two.

"I was calling to see if you would mind a visit from your wayward child?" Eric asked with a mischievous tone akin to that of a teenager. "It has been too long Godric and I find myself in need of your company." He finished with a more affectionate voice.

"Indeed it has been too long child. No need to come visit me as I am on my way to you as we speak." Godric replied.

"How long before you arrive?" Eric asked with happiness in his tone as well as the bond. He sent Godric a burst of love and affection.

"I am approximately thirty minutes from the Shreveport boundary. Where shall I meet you?" Godric inquired, pleased to hear his child's voice light and enjoying the burst of emotion. He sent the same back to Eric as well as pride.

"I am actually about fifteen minutes away from the boundary. I shall wait for you there and then we can decide where to go." Eric said, enjoying the thought of being only moments away from his Maker.

"Very well, we will decide then. Tell me child, how is Pamela? Is she still trying to bankrupt you with her shopping?" Godric asked while trying, and not succeeding, to hold in his mirth.

"She is very well and yes, she is still trying to find the bottom of my funds. She will be pleased, as well, to have you here. She has also missed you." Eric replied with a slight chuckle. His child was a shopaholic in the worst way. However, if you asked her, she would tell you she was just a fashionista. Ah, children today. Well, she deserved his spoiling. He knew he should probably attempt to control her spending but just could not do it. She was loyal, protective and never questioned him on all things which mattered.

"You spoil her too much Eric." Came Godric's reply but without much conviction. He knew Pamela deserved it and was happy that Eric could reward her in such a way. He knew what a blessing and true rarity it was to have a child with such devotion and loyalty. Yes, most children were devoted and loyal to their makers but not quite to the degree Eric was to him or Pam was to Eric. He had offered to release Eric many centuries ago and the look of hurt and almost betrayal on his child's face was something he would never forget. He had only offered once and decided to let Eric be the one to request it next time, so far, no request has been made. Godric also knew that Eric had offered to release Pamela and she had also refused with an almost exact reaction as Eric had given him. They had a strong blood line and Godric was immensely proud of it.

Both vampires hung up their phones when they reached each other. Godric had sped up so he could be at Shreveport's boundary when Eric arrived. Upon arrival, both vampires embraced the other and reveled in the feeling of being whole again. The time apart had taken more of a toll on the ancient beings than they had realized. Both maker and child let out long sighs (a human reaction but it was quite fitting for the situation) while being held by the other as they floated, keeping the reunion a private matter. Not that either had a problem with showing the world the love they held for the other, not at all. It was just nice to have this moment alone.

"So where shall we go?" Godric asked as they released each other.

Eric replied in a somewhat bored tone. "Well, you have yet to see my latest business venture. A vampire bar called Fangtasia. We could stop in there. You could enthrall the patrons, or vermin as Pamela so lovingly calls them. It would be worth seeing at least once."

"You do not seem pleased with this business." Godric stated with a bit of concern.

"It is a very lucrative business, make no mistake and in the beginning it was entertaining to have our feed and fucks throw themselves at us. But the novelty wore off quickly. Now it is just sad to watch them return. It seems the worse they are treated the more they crave. It would be funny if it was not so pathetic. These humans are for vampires of my Area like fast food restaurants are for humans, filling but not very satisfying." Eric stated with a grimace.

"If you are so disgusted with this business then why do you continue to give it your time? Why not do something else instead? Surely there are other things more interesting and worthy of your time and effort." questioned Godric.

"I am sure there are such things, however, I have not run across any as of late. The various business proposals which have been brought to me for consideration of backing have all been lacking. Besides, Fangtasia is very profitable and those who come do so with the hope of seeing me sit on a throne for their entertainment." Eric said while chuckling mirthlessly.

"So you sit on a throne for the human's entertainment?" Godric asked while shaking his head and then laughingly said "Where have I gone wrong?"

Eric couldn't help but to laugh along with his Maker. When you put it like that, it did sound a bit pathetic.

"It does sound ridiculous but it is also a way for the vampires in my area to 'pay' their dues to me. Every vampire in my area has to make an appearance in Fangtasia at least twice a week and for their 'patronage' I waive their dues. This helps to keep the patrons happy and gives the vampires, who do not have a bountiful income, a way around the extra expense."

Godric nodded his head in understanding. "Does your queen know you do this?" he asked. Eric nodded his head, "She does not care so long as her taxes are paid."

"I see. So you pay the missing taxes out of your own pocket which keeps your queen happy and makes you a benevolent sheriff in the eyes of your constituents? How very astute and creative of you my child. Well done, well done indeed." Godric smiled up to Eric and sent pride through the bond.

Eric nodded his head and stood a bit straighter at Godric's praise. No matter how old he was, his Maker's praise was always something he strove for. He always tried to make Godric proud, to never cause him distress or disgrace.

"Shall we go visit Fangtasia or would you wish to go elsewhere?" Godric asked once they took to flight.

"Fangtasia it is. As much as I would like to be somewhere more interesting, I do not relish the idea of Pamela's tantrum should she have to wait to see you. She can become quite creative in getting her revenge." Eric answered with a chuckle.

As both vampires took to the sky once more, at slower speeds since there was no hurry, Godric decided this would be a good time to question Eric on the latest events. He was still curious to Eric's briefly changing emotions of the recent past.

"Tell me Eric, what has transpired within these past two weeks to break your constant mood of boredom? I felt curiosity, lust, and irritation that temporarily overruled your boredom." Godric asked while cocking an eyebrow at his child.

"Ah, that had to be the two times I was in Ms. Stackhouse's presence. She came into Fangtasia the first time two weeks ago and was showing pictures of two dead women to any who would look. Apparently her brother has become her local police department's top suspect and she has decided to try to clear his name. The second time was about a week later when I asked her to do a job for me." Eric replied before going into more detail about Sookie Stackhouse. This included telling Godric of her looks, personality, temperament and her gift.

"A telepath? How interesting. I agree with you that Ms. Stackhouse has a gift, not a disability. I can also see where she would consider it a curse though. Could you imagine living around humans with their duplicity and narrow mindedness with no way to control such a gift? Always hearing what most would rather keep hidden? I am sure it would be quite problematic. Yet you say she has a good outlook on life? That is quite a feat. I have known a few telepaths over the centuries and I cannot remember a single one who was not cynical and bitter.

"I also agree with you that this young woman has many ways today to better her life. From what you have said, I can see why she piqued your interests only to have it not last long. We are very similar in such ways. Looks are not everything; we have been around long enough for physical beauty to not be the main aspect to look for." Godric replied.

As they reached Fangtasia, Eric decided to use the front entrance rather than the employee one in the back. This would accomplish two things. One, it would give the vermin a treat and two; it would allow Pam to greet her Grandmaker. With matching smirks, Eric and Godric descended.

It only took Pam a moment to realize her Grandmaker was standing in front of her. In a rare show of emotion other than boredom, Pamela squealed "Godric!" before embracing the ancient vampire, much to the waiting patrons' pleasure. To say she was pleased to see him would be the understatement of the century. After releasing Godric, he and Eric entered the club.

"I must say my child, it is certainly cliché. I suspect the décor was done with humans' ideas of what vampires like in mind?" Godric queried with a chuckle.

"Sadly, yes. Pam researched and came up with this and the patrons, then and now, absolutely love it. Most vampires, myself and Pamela included, while here, will wear clothing to match the image." Eric deadpanned.

"I see. That explains Pamela's outfit. I am amazed you got her to wear such outfits. I would have thought she would be vehemently against such an idea." Godric stated. Remembering how Eric's child preferred softer colors and better materials.

"Actually, it was her idea to wear what we do. She said it was part of the research and it would be like the icing on a cake, topping off what they expected to see. This is not to say she enjoys wearing some of the 'costumes' (her word not mine) that she does. But she was correct in that the vermin enjoy the "sights", so we all tolerate it." Eric explained.

For the next fifteen to twenty minutes, Eric walked Godric around introducing him to worthy vampires of his Area who were on show for the night. Not all vampires on the premises got an introduction but those who did took the honor seriously. All who were introduced to Godric knew of his other name, Death, and the history which awarded him the title. He was deceptively young looking and had an unnerving calmness about him. Both of these attributes belied the ancient's age and therefore many underestimated him, much to their detriment. Those few who were graced with an introduction to Eric's Maker showed the upmost respect due to Godric.

After the last introduction was made and the pair turned to go to Eric's booth Godric noticed the throne up on the dais. He turned to Eric with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. The throne was a bit ostentatious. With a chuckle Eric answered, "Pam" and Godric nodded his head in understanding. Leave it to Pamela to make sure the center piece of furniture was as loud and clichéd as the rest of the club.

Just as they were about to sit Eric froze with his head cocked towards his office. In the next instant both vampires were standing in the open door of Eric's office, completely flummoxed over what they were witnessing.

A young woman was sitting in the middle of the floor with a long piece of wood pointed at an opening behind her with a green light flowing from said wood and her yelling the words "Avada Kedavra" at two beings that seemed to be quite angry in a forest setting. As they watched, the two seemingly human beings fell over as if dead and the young woman let out a sigh of relief. Not wanting to spook her, Eric and Godric waited to move or speak until she took note of them.

Unsure of what was happening or what exactly had happened they both listened to their instincts (which have always served them well) to let the young woman adjust to the new situation. When she did finally look their way she quickly jumped to her feet in a battle stance with her piece of wood held in front of her. Her outward appearance was dirty and disheveled, like she must have fallen in the forest at some point before falling through the opening. She looked to be strong and confident as well as ready for any trouble she may face from them.

When she realized they were not going to immediately threaten her, she relaxed her stance just a bit and lowered her piece of wood minutely. She seemed to be assessing them both and the room they were in. Finding nothing of an immediate threat the young woman twirled her piece of wood about her head and said Scourgify and in the next instant her hair and body were clean and clothes righted. `

Amazed to see magic used in such a way, Godric and Eric both took a measured step into the room and closed the door behind them. Whoever she was, no other needed to see what she was doing except them. If word got out… well, they would be the least of her concerns. When they saw she was once again back in a lax battle stance studying them they returned the favor.

She was just shorter than Godric with thick almost waist length brown hair and piercing brown eyes. She wasn't what they would call a stunning beauty but she did have a natural beauty which they both found refreshing. From what they could tell, it seemed she only took time to wear the most basic of eye makeup, eyeliner and mascara. Allowing their eyes to flow down her form, they saw she had the right amount of curves in the right places. Her breasts were the perfect size and her hips were flared just enough to be proportional and give her an hourglass figure. Over all, a beautifully natural package which had both vampires becoming aroused.

Eric and Godric noticed that she was scoping them out just as they had been her. They both smirked and decided to lean against the wall closest to them, allowing her to look her fill. They both wondered who she was, where she had come from, who she was fighting, how she had gotten here and so many more questions they hoped she could and would answer.

Finally, Eric spoke, "First, we have no intentions of harming you unless you choose to threaten us. Second, who are you and how did you get here, in my office? Finally, for now, I am Eric Northman, Vampire Sheriff of this Area and this is my Maker, Godric Nevii."

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