Godric pov:

It has been a long, but enjoyable few weeks. Eric and I thoroughly enjoyed the screams of Compton as we tested new and old torture techniques on the pathetic excuse of a Vampire. Our mate brought up the idea of using silver coated toothpicks in various pressure points and veins to draw out pain and blood. And then there was the fulfilment of our mates request.

Compton was strung up in the basement of Fangtasia, naked and burned from silver. I stood in front of him, with the table of my silver tools off to the side, Pam next to me looking through various pieces of art that she wanted to try to create on Compton with silver and his blood. We were waiting for Ashlin to come down the stairs with Eric, wanting her to have the first piece of Compton, as she was the one directly hurt by his actions.

Ashlin grinned cruelly at Compton as she descended. Eric had already explained what to do to get the best result, so I placed the garden shears in her gloved hands when she stood next to me.

"It's so small." She said, barely above a whisper.

Pam burst in laughter. "Yes it is, would you rather use nail clippers to dismember it?"

Compton looked horrified. "Ashlin, love, please don't do this. You are better than this! These two have corrupted you! They are evil!"

She didn't say anything in return to Compton, instead she walked closer with a gentle smile on her face. Compton seemed to relax with each step she took, but the mischievous that Eric and I felt through our shared bond spoke of something different.

Ashlin grinned as a look of shock and pain appeared on Compton's face. She stepped back to proudly raise up the small dick in her hand before it disintegrated in her hand.

We gladly listened to Compton's screams and confessions as Pam painted silver on his open wound to keep from healing and started on her painting.

Amena continued to help us, not only recording everything Compton told us, but gathering photos and recordings of the Queen's illegal dealings. All evidence we gathered was sent directly to the Authority as they reviewed the case. The Magistrate informed us on everything that he could. The process moved fairly quickly as evidence was substantial in amount and quality once it was successfully proved to be untempered.

The few weeks were not completely consumed with work against the Queen, or work in general. We enjoyed time with our mate discovering her new abilities, as well as using it as an opportunity to grow closer to her. We spent many hours reading in the library. We also enjoyed many excursions, our mate preferring to enjoy other activities other than fancy restaurants Eric had immediately planned a trip to the beach when we learned that she had never been to one.

"Where are we going?" Eric and I had blindfolded our mate, wishing for the coastal trip to be a surprise.

"You are not allowed to know. That's why we put a blindfold on your eyes." Eric laughed at our impatient mate.

I carried Ashlin, not wanting her to guess before she was able to see, however, I could do nothing to dull the sounds of the waves or seagulls. Before she could question us we unveiled our surprise. Eric took off her blindfold as soon as I set Ashlin's feet on the sand.

Her intake of breath and multitude of emotions flitting through the bond brought a larger grin on my face. I was glad she enjoyed it so much.

"This place is beautiful."

"So are you, my mate." Eric holding her waist.

We enjoyed the salt water waves against our skins as our mate took in the new scenery. It was a wonderful night as we not only collected a jar of sand, with a promise of more to come, but shells and sea glass as well. She fell asleep as we were driving home, a smile on her face as she lay against Eric.

We had also brought her to many 'haunted areas,' enjoying the portrayal of Vampires, Werewolves, and other classic 'monsters.' It was fun for all of us, if the pictures we collected were any indication of that.

I gladly enjoyed the time I spent with my mates. Ashlin also had time to go home and see her friends and family again. Her grandmother made the decision to go to the Fae realm to be with her mate. She strengthened her friendship with Lafayette, who gladly agreed to be head chef for us when we take over the monarchy. Her friendship with Tara, however, dissipated when the woman took sides with the Shifter.

At this point, Eric, Ashlin, and I were on our way to the Queen with the Magistrate and his soldiers. Tonight we would be bringing down the Queen.

3rd pov:

A multitude of black vehicles pulled up in front of the pristine building. At the sight of the Magistrate the guards stopped.

"Do you want us to alert the Queen of your presence, sir?" The closest guard asked.

"No, let's make it a surprise." The Magistrate smirked as he walked past the front gates with his entourage.

The party walked in on the Queen lounging in her sunroom. She stood, taking her sunglasses off to reveal her enraged expression. Her gaze flickered over the crowd, finding her Sheriff and a couple of her court members.

Her once calm demeanor was quickly fading. "What are you doing here? I have done nothing to enact the wrath of the Authority."

The Magistrate stepped forward handing her a packet of papers. "Queen Sophie-Anne, you are hereby stripped of your title of Queen and are being asked to step down peacefully or face execution. You have been tried guilty on several accounts such as illegal sale of V, lying on official documents pertaining to the Authority and the mundane government, as well as the illegal poaching of humans."

Eric rolled his eyes as Sophie-Anne looked for an escape. Eric had the teams of Weres, witches, and other supernaturals set up a mile away in multiple directions, should she attempt to escape. He knew however that his precautions were unnecessary as her own guards moved to block her in the room.

Godric stepped before our small group, a stern expression on his face that hid his amusement at the behavior of the child Queen. "Before I speak, I ask all who hear to not to speak of this until after the public announcement.

"Usually a good monarch would not attempt to defame their predecessor. However in this instance, you," he spoke to Spohie-Anne, "have not only wronged your kingdom, you have wronged your Sheriffs, including our bonded: Ashlin Stackhouse. As such, you are being dethroned on the charges brought up by the Authority and the charges I am bringing upon you as Ashlin's bonded and the new King of Louisiana.

"Your life is mine to take according to the Bonded Laws passed 104 A.D."

The redheads eyes widened as she realized the mistake she made in targeting Ashlin. Her gaze turned around the room to find some form of aid, but even her children refused to help.

"I refuse to die by your hand!" She yelled at Godric before attempting to run through the barricade of guards. Her plan failed when Eric easily caught her, looking to Godric and the Magester for further instruction.

Godric stepped forward, leaving their mate to stand by the Magester's side, and together he and Eric tore the old queen apart. Her young age was nothing compared to the combined of Eric and Godric. In the end, they were covered in blood, the old queen in puddles around them.

With a grin, the Magester brought Ashlin forward to stand with her mates to face the crowd. She stood in between them, and each laid a hand on her shoulder, uncaring of the carnage around them.

"May I present," The Magester reached out an arm in gesture to the three, "Your new monarchs. King Godric. King Eric. And their mate, Queen Ashlin."

A cheer spread across those present, eager for the greatness that was sure to come.

The crowd relaxed and returned to their normal posts as instructed by Godric. The gathered Supernaturals were called, informed, and allowed to stay or leave as they so pleased. The Queen's children set themselves to the task of releasing the human pets collected by Sophie-Anne, as well as giving Godric a financial and political overview of the kingdom.

Andre pov:

My maker was truly a sadistic Vampire. I suspect she knew of my disloyalty, as well as my siblings' and stopped telling us such things. She was once sane, as sane as she could possibly be for being turned at such an unstable human age.

Maybe things would start getting better now that the triad was in power.

~End~