AN: Thank you to everyone who alerted, added to favorites, and reviewed my story LITD. Again, this is my first story. I have been a member for a while now and have enjoyed the FanFiction site and wanted to try writing my own story. I hope you all continue to enjoy it.

Disclaimer: The Sookie Stackhouse novels belong to none other than Charlaine Harris. I only borrowed a few of her characters.

BPV

I had just risen for the evening and went to the kitchen to warm up a true blood; when suddenly I felt a crippling pain in my chest. I at once fell to my knees clutching at the phantom pain. It felt like what I had experienced when Lorena, my maker, had met her final death.

"Sookie," I gasped.

I knew she had been through too much in the last few years. Some of which, unfortunately, I was responsible for myself.

I told Eric not to dissolve the marriage; that it would devastate her, but he would not listen.

Since the blood bond he had with Sookie was broken; he did not understand her mental state. I, on the other hand, still had a link with her and knew the anguish that he was causing her. I had always told him he would be the death of her and now I fear I might be right.

He ordered me not to have any contact with her, but I had to know what has happened. Disregarding the consequences, I immediately ran to her old farmhouse.

"She is gone Vampire" the fairy Dermot said, as I approached her home.

I dropped my head to try to hide my bloody tears that were escaping my eyes. I could not listen to anymore of this fairy's words. Sookie, my friend and love, who had made me feel what I thought was lost to me since my human existence was . . . dead.

I turned with out a word and ran toward Shreveport.

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SPV

As Preston and I approached the castle, I noticed a large flag adorning the top of the tallest castle tower. The flag had a blue unicorn head on it. It was not the first time I had seen this symbol. The first time was on the wax seal of a letter that Niall had sent to my home in Bon Temp. Preston noticed me looking at the flag.

"The Royal Crest of Brigant," he said.

I smiled at him in enthusiasm for being in Faery and at Castle Brigant.

Standing in front of the castle were two of the largest men I had ever seen. They were at least seven and a half feet tall and built of solid muscle. They were also decked out in full armor. The two men; and I use that term loosely, judging from their brain signatures, at once snapped to attention at our presence. Their brains were all red just like Were's but not snarly . . . they were burning like . . . fire?

"What are you?" I questioned.

They both looked down at me and smiled. There eyes seemed to flash red one second and then back to their normal dark brown.

"Mánus, Callan," Preston greeted each guard with a nod.

"I have returned with the Princess," he then proclaimed.

One of the guards waved his hand in front of the entrance and I saw a slight shimmer and felt the prickle of magic. The large solid stone double doors began to open. I knew my eyes had grown as big as saucers.

The guard, Mánus who magically opened the doors, looked down at me and winked. I couldn't help but smile back at him in return.

"Come, Princess," Preston said amusedly as he ushered me into the castle.

As I entered the castle, there were two lines of servants that either bowed low or curtsied and said in unison, "Welcome, Princess Sookie, of the Royal House of Brigant."

I was shocked speechless and looked back at Preston with questioning eyes. He leaned down and whispered in my ear,

"They are waiting on you to tell them to rise Princess."

I couldn't help but shiver at the touch of his breath on my ear. It brought back pleasant memories of that one night we had spent together. I was all alone and he was running for his life, and we both found the comfort we both needed in each other's arms.

" Yeah... ah… you may all rise," I awkwardly said.

They all rose at my command. I could feel the blush creeping to my face. I noticed that the servants were made up of brownies, goblins, and to my surprise also humans. At that same time I realized that I could still "hear" the human thoughts even in Faery.

She is so beautiful, I know that rumors say she is mostly human but she is clearly still a Brigant High Fairy, I heard she was tortured by Neave and Lockland she must be so strong. . ."

I immediately brought up my shields at the last thought.

Then I saw my Great-Grandfather, who was looking as regal as he always did to me; although now, he was dressed in faery clothing and was wearing a gold circlet crown.

"Great-Granddaughter," Niall greeted.

"Niall!" I exclaimed, and was immediately in his arms.

I would have to think about how I got there later. . . I began hugging him with all my might. He chuckled and began to stroke my hair. It was so soothing to be held by him. He smelled of sweet baked cookies that I often associated with my faery kin.

"I missed you so much Niall!" and I couldn't help the tears that began to escape my traitorous eyes.

"My dear one, you have made me most happy by coming to Faery," he said as he kissed my forehead.

Ah. . . Poor Bill :(

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