Dorian gave Isabel that same charming smile he gave her the first moment they met each other officially. He kissed her cheek, greeting, "Izzy, you look so magnificent this evening!"

Both women narrowed their eyes suspiciously at Dorian. What is he up to?

"What do you want this time, Dorian?" Isabel asked.

"I need a tie," he confessed. "I forgot all of mine in New York."

"Fine. I'll see if Godric has any."

"NO!" He protested quickly. "I've already seen his ties and they aren't my style. Ask someone else. Please, Izzy."

Isabel rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry you have to live with him."

Eleanor shrugged. "People do crazy things when they're in love."

They laughed as they walked inside of the modern mansion with Isabel disappearing off to another bedroom. Isabel threw Dorian the tie as she came back to them.

"Take it or leave it," Isabel threatened.

"So touchy," he tsked as he tied on the tie around his neck under the collar of his shirt.

"Don't start, you guys," Eleanor sighed and walked the spacious living room with Dorian beside her. He stopped walking and a smile graced his lips. "What is it, Dorian?"

Dorian gave her that look and quickly went over to the bar, pouring himself a glass of Bourbon and then he sat down in the chair, facing the way they came in.

"I'm afraid to ask," Isabel dismissed as she walked over to the window.

"I've learned not to question his motives anymore. Where's the jackass?" Eleanor asked.

"Which one?" Isabel mused. "Stan or Eric?"

They both laughed and she replied, "Both."

"Stan is in the kitchen. Eric is arriving with a vampire and his human."

"Really," Dorian drawled out in amusement. "Eric seems to be very popular this days…which is unrealistic. Coincidence, Ella?"

Eleanor rolled her eyes. "I'm not making a deal with you again."

"Oh come on," he whined. "It'll be fun."

"You're too smart for you own good," she scolded him as she leaned against the arm of the chair that he was seated in. "It's starting to worry me how you seem to know everything."

"Paranoia is what you, Godric, Patrice-"

"Pam," she corrected, smiling.

"And Satan all have in common," Dorian finished.

"Satan?" Isabel questioned.

"Eric," they said in unison with dread.

Dorian took quick gulp of his drink, going back to staring at the entrance into the living room.

Isabel took notice of the change in Eleanor's style since the last time she saw her. Five years to be exact. She always thought of grace and elegance when it came to Eleanor…and an icy persona. She was created in Godric's image and all that was missing were bloody bodies. Though she knew that Eleanor in her younger days was a ripper.

She was a little theatrical back then, Isabel remembered in amusement.

The door opened and they heard the sound of footsteps coming closer to them. Stan popped up behind Eleanor, scaring her when he shook her.

"God damn you, Stan," she scolded as he laughed and she hit him on the chest. "I hate you. Get out of my face before I drive a stake through your heart."

"Lovely to see you both again," Stan mocked to them and walked away

Sookie and Bill walked into the room and stopped immediately as they saw the strangers named Eleanor and Dorian from last night. Sookie's heart seemed to have picked up as she stared cautiously at them.

"Well, look who it is," Dorian mused. "Fancy meeting you both here."

Eleanor pinched his ear causing him to hiss in pain. "Enough. You've had your fun already."

She turned to Sookie, saying calmly, "I'm sorry. He likes to make an entrance. A dramatic one at that."

"What are you two doing here?" Bill asked them, rather rudely in fact.

"We could ask you the same thing, but I believe we all have one common goal which is finding Godric," Dorian replied.

"How do you know Godric?" Sookie asked, looking at him strangely again.

"I can feel you inside of my head," Dorian told her, a hint of annoyance to his voice. "If you go inside my head, you won't like what you find."

Sookie stood a little closer to Bill which Eleanor took notice of and suddenly the air in the room shifted. Her eyes shot to the entrance as did Dorian's.

Eric.

Eric's eyes watched Eleanor and Dorian especially Eleanor as her jaw hardened. He cut his hair, she thought. Finally. He looked horrible with long hair. He's changed in a way that I can't seem to describe. But perhaps that is because Godric is missing.

A bad feeling crept slowly up inside of Eleanor whenever she thought of Eric…like he could hear her thoughts and know what she is going to do next. It was a feeling Eleanor hated above all since she liked her privacy and he took that away from her along with many other things.

"Hello, Satan," Dorian greeted almost coldly.

Sookie held in a chuckle as she watched them.

Eric narrowed his eyes as he replied, "I have no problem killing you where you stand."

"I'm actually sitting," Dorian corrected.

Here we go… Eleanor sighed in frustration. And so the pissing contest begins.

"Eleanor," Eric greeted as he stepped a little closer to her. "It's been awhile."

"I'm here for Godric and him only then I'm gone again," Eleanor informed him.

"We'll see," Eric promised her.

Eleanor pursed her lips as if holding in a comeback, turning her attention to Sookie who asked, "How do you guys know Godric?"

"He's my maker," Eleanor boldly said.

"Let's not lie now, Eleanor," Eric reminded her. "Especially when you first meet someone."

Eleanor glared at him, moving towards him as the tension in the room seemed to grow. "Takes one to know one, Eric."

"At least I can admit when I'm lying." He shot at her.

"At least I'm not some spoiled brat when things don't go my way," she snapped at him.

Eric laughed. "Oh, that's just fucking rich coming from you. You created that term."

"Huh, well, you were born before me so how could I have exactly created that term when I wasn't even born yet," she asked sarcastically.

Eric growled lowly in his throat as if that was supposed to scare her off like most, but she grew tired of that game long ago.

"Careful who you're talking to, sweetheart because I could rip his throat out in less than a second while getting myself a nice glass of Bourbon and you know it," Eric warned.

"I'm not surprised by that, but go ahead and see what happens," Eleanor baited him. "See what happens when you fuck with the people I love? I may be older now, but I was one hell of a vampire when I was a newborn, Eric. Remember the whores you used share a bed with?"

Dorian watched the interaction carefully, seeing who would break first. When he had first witnessed this, it had scared him…but after a decade of seeing worse, this didn't bother him anymore. He wondered how far Eric would go to prove his word. Dorian imagined that the Viking would go far indeed if it meant Eleanor was by his side again.

"Enough," Isabel shouted. "We don't have time for this. Do it later. Eric, remember who called whom, yes? And Eleanor, you knew exactly what was going to happen when you both came here tonight, but you came anyway, yes?"

They nodded reluctantly and Isabel continued, "Good. Then let's get back to Godric."

"Yeah," Stan agreed. "Like how you should have told me Eric hired a fucking human, Isabel."

"Now, wait just a minute." Sookie interrupted.

"Respect her." Bill ordered sternly.

"Thank you."

Isabel rolled her eyes at Stan. "I couldn't tell you, Stan. You've been off on your own for days. Why are you angry about this anyways? Dorian is human too."

Stan chuckled. "We all know that he's anything, but human."

"It's true," Dorian agreed. "Too bad we don't know what it is yet. Besides I can actually help and not read minds like she can."

"What can you do?" Sookie questioned.

"You don't want to know," Eleanor answered honestly.

"Are you certain Godric was abducted by the Fellowship of the Sun?" Eric inquired.

"Yes." Stan said at the same time, Isabel said, "No."

Stan sighed and told them, "They're the only ones with the organization and manpower."

"But they're amateurs," Isabel reminded them. "It doesn't make any sense. This is Godric we're talking about, 2000 years old."

"Old don't make you smart." Stan commented.

"Hold your tongue," Eleanor retorted.

"Besides, there's no proof." Isabel quickly said, sensing the fight that Eleanor was about to start over Godric.

"If they've got him, I'll hear it. That's my job." Sookie reminded them.

Stan scoffed. "There's no reason to wait. We need to take these fanatics down. Full-out attack.

Exterminate them like the vermin they are, leave no trace."

Eleanor rolled her eyes in irritation as Dorian rubbed his temples, wishing that he could break the cowboy's neck.

"Hum, vampire-hating church annihilated," Isabel hummed sarcastically. "Wonder who did it? Fucking brilliant."

"What about the King of Texas?" Dorian questioned. "Where does he stand on all of this?"

Bill nodded in agreement. "I doubt the King of Texas would approve the destruction of our international political agenda."

"Fuck that." Stan growled. "The great revelation is the biggest mistake we ever made."

"Don't use Godric to make your own little power play." Isabel scolded harshly.

Eric growled angrily as he suddenly threw a vase into the wall, catching their attention. "You're completely incompetent! What's happened to Godric is that he surrounds himself with clowns."

Isabel straightened her back. "We invited you as a courtesy. This is not your territory. You have no voice here."

"Yeah, sheriff." Stan added smugly. "Why don't you run back down to Louisiana. We don't need you or your puppets."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere."

Sookie's face consorted into a disgusted expression as she told him, "And I'm nobody's puppet."

I think I'm going to like her, Eleanor thought as she watched them.

"You're quite," Stan commented.

"And?" she questioned. "What can I say? I like watching chaos. It's like a ladder to me."

Dorian chuckled. "You're all very amusing. You make it seem as if you're going to war."

"It is war," Stan barked at him.

"No, it's not," Eleanor argued. "It doesn't have to be."

Stand laughed at her. "You really think that if we talk to them that they're just gonna let him go?! Just like that?!"

"Of course I don't think that. I'm not an idiot. Humans are smarter than they look believe me," Eleanor replied coldly. "We need a plan though."

"I have a plan."

"One that doesn't involve violence and a PR mess," Dorian reminded them. "We can't have the Authority on our ass now, can we?"

"Oh, right," Stan drawled out sarcastically. "Just sit there with a fucking smirk on your face…don't forget that we could all easily report you to the Authority since you are a wanted man."

Dorian shot out of his seat and Stan held his head as he grunted in pain when he fell to his knees. Bill held Sookie behind as if protecting her from this man. Meanwhile Eric watched Eleanor place a hand on his chest, saying, "You've made your point, Dorian. Leave him be."

Dorian relaxed and Stan breathed heavily as he stumbled to his feet, glaring at Dorian who seemed unfazed by the vampire.

"Remember, Stan that I am powerful and giving you an aneurysm is child's play to me."

"Is that what you did to him?" Sookie asked curiously.

"Yes," he replied. "I can do it to anyone. Vampires are more fun though because since they can heal themselves, I just do it over and over and over until I find that they've had enough."

Sookie nodded, very interested in what this man can do. What is he, she wondered. That must be why the vampires want him because he's special just like me.

Eleanor eyed him suspiciously. "Let's get some air, Dorian."

They walked away from the others and went out into the backyard, walking far away so that they couldn't hear their conversation.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I never liked Stan and Sookie needs to trust us if we want her out of our business," Dorian reminded her. "Two birds one stone."

"Fine. I just want to leave this place already. If we stay here for another moment, I'm gonna drive a stake through his heart and then probably regret it later."

Dorian smiled and held her in his arms then suddenly frowned. "Do still love him?"

"What?"

"You hear me, Ella. Do you?"

"Dorian, you know I can't answer that."

"A maybe then," he sighed.

"No," she protested. "I never loved him."

"Doesn't mean you never care deeply for him or had potential feelings for him," Dorian replied.

Eleanor looked him in the eye as she said carefully, "Don't ever put me, Eric, and love in the same sentence again. He ruined my life all because he wanted to fuck me probably."

Dorian sighed and stepped around her as he walked back inside, but she didn't feel like going back into the lion's den just yet. It was strange being back here, in her home since she saw how much it had changed since she left not too long ago.

The air shifted again and she said, "You still can't take a hint, can you? You haven't changed at all, Eric."

Eric let a smug smirk form onto his face. "Neither have you, Eleanor…we need to have a little chat."

TBC…

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