Sookie's POV
I watch on as Bill shakes his moneymaker for the screaming women. Auggie moves in rhythm with my ex-honey while stuffing a couple of fives down his little gray G-String. He gives me a wink and makes his way over to me. This is a side of Bill I thought I would never in a million years see.
"Enjoying the show," he says in my ear as he gyrates in my lap, his fangs glinting in the strobe lights as the music changes to Sweet Home Alabama. "These ladies really want to be down in Dixie, don't they darling." Bill gives me a playful wink as he moves on. Bill seems to be enjoying himself and his vast group of admirers.
"Looks like The Goblin King is going to have his work cut out for him. Confederate Bill is the bomb!" Auggie screams out in Bill's direction. Bill turns around and gives her a sly smile before dancing with some plain pudgy woman. The joy of getting a moment with Confederate Bill reflected on her face as she stuffs her bill down his string.
"That Bill Compton is quite the showman. Maybe we should've put Jareth on before him. What a dreamboat," Auggie comments as she sits down next to me. "I hear he was your first…vampire," Auggie says hesitantly. Truth is Bill Compton was my first everything but I have a hunch the little supe already knows this. The rumor mill of the supernatural world has nothing on TMZ or the tabloids. Even Maxine Fortenberry would be envious.
"I'm sorry. I said too much," Auggie retracts her comment.
"Oh no, it's alright, yes he was my first… vampire," I say and I get that sharp smile in return. Augustine Spark doesn't look like much but I bet dime on a dollar that she can be crazy scary if provoked.
"B thought it would be more effective if we arranged the dancers by age. JB was brought in to warm up the crowd for what's to come plus he is also the youngest of all the talent," Auggie shares. Funny, that Remy guy and JB looked to be about the same age but The Huntsman gave off a supernatural vibe that is faint, not vampire but no quite Were or shifter either.
"Of course my nephew Mag is going to be the grand finale. He's Viking and of course the oldest of the bunch. Probably not the most talented but definitely the oldest by far," Auggie lets out a giggle as Bill comes back to our table and gives the little supe a peck on the cheek. "I'm glad I have an understanding man in my life. He laughed his butt off when I told him about this. He can't believe modern women actually waste their hard earned money on this kind of crap. Then again, he doesn't get humans fascination with bit of paper and shiny coins. I still can't believe after all these centuries the kind of stuff humans come up with for entertainment. It is pretty funny, don't you think?"
Good Lord, how old is this little woman? Viking nephew and goblin friend, Augustine Sparks has nothing on the demon lawyer Mr. Desmond Cataliades.
"Aww Mr. C or as I like to call him Dessie. We dated a century ago. Nice guy but it never worked out. Heard he is on the run from those horrible hell hounds. It's a shame about his niece getting killed on your property and all. She wasn't a bad kid either. At least he's got Diantha around to keep him in line although I hear she's a bit of a firecracker," Auggie casually tells me and I'm stunned. "Sweetheart, you're not the only telepathic thing in this room. I have the breeding of a mutt to some in the supe world but most don't realize that my colorful ancestry has served me well. Besides, it's never nice to ask a woman her age even if she does have good genes." I just give her a blank stare as she laughs.
"Mine is a very long story and I will more than gladly tell it to you but now is not the time nor is this the place. I say we enjoy the view. Your vampire will come out of hiding, just give him some time," Auggie gives me a compassionate smile as she takes my hand. The power bouncing off of her is great, even greater than my Viking. I've met some ancient vampires but their power wouldn't compare to the small supe sitting next to me. "Oh goody, this should be rich! They're setting up for Jareth. He insisted on smoke machines and strobe lights. I'm interested to see what that flamboyant bastard comes up with," Auggie gleefully tells me. She has to be by far the most unusual supe I have ever met. In fact all of Belinda's friends seem a bit on the odd side for supes. It's almost like they are trying to pass for human.
"We just want the supe world to leave us alone but it's kind of tough when we're supes. You should know that," Auggie gives me that sharp smile. I'm not used to having somebody root around my thoughts. "Let me show you Brooke's life with Mag. I need your hand for this. I can't do this to an ordinary human by the way. Plus you can see that an immortal and a human can cohabitate and coexist even," Auggie holds out her hand but I am hesitant to take it. I don't know if it's the blunt claw like fingernails but she looks at me and shakes her head. "Silly girl, I keep 'em filed down unlike goblin boy back there. Plus it's sort of a job requirement. I don't think B would like it much if I accidently clawed her daughter. Come on, it won't hurt, I promise," Auggie nods her head.
I grab the little hand of the little woman and a whammy of thought hits my mind, pictures like in a movie of Brooke walking next to the very big man. They are out in the woods near a stream, Mag purposely keeping his steps small as he pulls her into his embrace. It strikes me that Mag isn't dressed all too fancy and neither is Brooke. She is wearing a sundress with her hair hanging lose. Mag is just wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans ensemble. He lifts her up when he sees she's going to trip over a branch. Brooke laughs and so does Mag. Mag gives her a gentle kiss on the cheek as the two go walking on.
Next I see them sitting in a clearing under an old oak tree. Plaid blanket lying out under them with Mag putting flowers in his woman's long flowing hair while Brooke reads to him, nothing romantic like I would expect but a simple comic book, Thor comic book. They both laugh and then Brooke trades places and starts plaiting his hair revealing those pointed ears. He reaches for her hand and plants a kiss. Brooke caresses his stubbly cheek and he smiles up at her. She bends down and the two kiss with Mag gently pulling her to the ground and Brooke letting out a laugh.
"Our kid is going to be so spoiled and you're going to be the one to blame," Brooke says playfully.
"No, I wouldn't do such a thing to our son," Mag tells her as he puts his large mitt on her stomach. "Besides I think mother and father will be to blame. Mother will be so happy when we tell her. It has been a long time since she's had a babe around."
"Son? What if it's a girl?"
"I will love her all the same," Mag kisses Brooke's stomach. Brooke frowns for moment as she stands up.
"Mag, what if something happens to the baby or…" tears glisten from the corners of her eyes. "Is this a good idea? I really want to give you a healthy child but…"
"You will be alright my Brooke. I am sure of it. You have a small bit of light elf in your blood just like Belinda. It should be enough," Mag looks sadly up at Brooke. He takes her hand and gently rubs it. "I can see if Aunt Freya will come. She can be the midwife. She rarely leaves Asgard these days but she might make an exception."
"What do you think our child will be like?" Brooke asks, obviously changing the subject when she sees the hurt in his eyes. Mortality is probably a new concept for someone as old as Mag. "Will they take after you or…" that worried look crept back. Mag rubs her hand against his cheek and plants a kiss. He looks up at her again. He stands up and takes her into his arms. Brooke looks small next to her very big man but I have a strong feeling that it doesn't matter to her nor does it him.
"I will still love and care for our child all the same. I will make good and sure they get all the medical help needed. I will even take care of our child when they are grown and…" A tear forms in his eye and as it went down his cheek it slowly turns to ice. Brooke hugs Mag tighter as the two share tears.
"We were never going to bring this up until the time comes," Brooke whispers. "It's bad enough that you've talked to Odin into letting you stay."
"Gods usually leave their mortal lovers after a child is conceived but Odin understands the modern times are different. He also knows that I love you more than all of the Valkyries in all of Valhalla. Most of all, I don't think he wants the giantess Jarnsaxa giving him grief anymore," Mag gives Brooke a small smile as she wipes the ice off his cheek.
"I hear you don't want to be on her bad side. She's a pretty fierce warrior like her son," Brooke says, forcing a smile. Mag knows this by the look on her face. He wipes the tears from her cheeks that turns to ice by his touch.
"Not as fierce as the woman who stands before me. She has fought battles I will never have. Brooke, I wanted so much to take your disorder away but I understand that it is a part of you. It is your battle scar. It runs deep but it is one of the things I admire about you," Mag gives her a somber smile.
"I am not worried if our kid ends up taking after you. I can handle having a big baby, I know that possibility is written in the cards. I don't want our child to have to experience what I have. My childhood was harsh. It wasn't my family, it was the kids at school and the strangers on the street. The looks of sympathy my parents would get and the people that would always patronize me like I was an ignorant fool. If they weren't patronizing me, they were making fun of me or beating the snot out of me. I don't want that for our child and I know there is a possibility," Brooke grabs Mag's arms tight and cries into his lower chest. Mag holds her.
"Being the son of a giantess was never easy for me. Especially when I was ten and father thought it best I go live with him in Asgard. He didn't feel I could grow as a warrior in the mortal world. I was the size of a grown man even though I was still a child. Sif has always been kind to me especially after Modi and I bonded. Modi thought it was cool having a giant for a brother. Uncle Loki is part giant too but he took after Odin in his stature so I was considered an oddity among the gods of Asgard. I didn't know any better after being raised by mother and Aunt Astir. They protected me in my younger years with father occasionally visiting to see how I was doing.
It was hard for me to adjust much less try to fit in. The younger gods and goddesses made fun of me. Prudor would be the first to get into a fight with anyone who mocked me. She told me I needed to use my size and strength but I never wanted to. The children were all much smaller and weaker than me and so I just took the abuse while Modi and Prudor were always getting into fights protecting their bigger brother.
As I got older, the only goddesses that wanted me around were opportunistic vipers. I begged Odin to let me go back to the mortal world but he told me it was much too dangerous for my kind. I worried about mother and all the others after he told me of this. Uncle Baldr saw me crying in the garden after my meeting with Odin. Uncle Baldr was another that was always kind and gentle to me. He understood my plight when I told him. He told me father's neglect of closing the bridge and that I can always go back. I was quite young and afraid of Odin's punishment but I went back when I saw father neglected to shut the bridge. I ended up in the new world where I found the others. I felt like I was home. Asgard was never my home like this world is. No matter how much it changes," Mag looks down thoughtfully at Brooke. The two share an understanding of one another that only two misfits can.
"Oh Mag, I love you," she collapses into the giant who holds her gently in his strong grasp.
"I love you too Brooke. You are minn heim, minn himinn. I don't care if our child is ailing. I shall love them as I would a healthy Jotunn babe. Just as I love you," Mag gently kisses Brooke's forehead.
Next I'm flashed to a scene inside a very unusual kitchen. High counter tops and appliances to match, a kitchen made for a very big person. It's morning as I watch Magni Frost humming and singing to himself as he prepares a tray of food. He finds a pillbox and pulls out the presorted pills. He puts them next to a glass of orange juice. Hard to believe a great and powerful god like Magni Frost would lower himself to cooking in a kitchen but here he is, in my thoughts and enjoying the mundane task no less. He slathers some preserve on toast made with something called lingonberries. He finds a little vase that he puts a single daisy in. "Perfect! She'll be so happy," the big man declares as he takes the tray.
My thoughts or should I say Auggie's, follows the big man through the house. Even the doorframes are made to fit his lofty frame. He opens the door to a bedroom decorated in embroidered bluebirds and flowers. It looks to be decorated for a woman's taste and not a strong Viking warrior. The bed frame looks to be made sturdy and hand carved while the mattress is no doubt costume too. Mag puts the tray down on the bedside table and carefully wakes the sleeping form. He plants a kiss her cheek while the blue of his eyes glow. She lets out a yawn and a giggle.
"Magni Frost, you are something else," Brooke yawns and smiles as she manages to sit up.
"Do you need me to warm you up now?" Mag grins. "I can do that too. It's time to get up. We have to work at the store today."
"Don't remind me, although I must say that you are far better than any alarm clock," Brooke smiles up at him.
"That's because an alarm clock can't cuddle or make you breakfast in bed," Mag motions to the tray he gladly moves to Brooke's lap. "Or makes sure you take your medicine," Mag says as he holds up the glass of orange juice.
"You found my pillbox. You spoil me, just so you know. Lunch is on me today. Daddy Joe's?"
"Of course. I don't spoil you, I worship you minn Viking dro'ttning," Mag said with a playful bow and a kiss of her hand.
"Charmer," Brooke tells him as she blushes and Mag smiles.
"Eat while I read the paper. The sooner we get the store stocked and cleaned the sooner I get to spend more time with my favorite Viking Queen," Mag plants another kiss on her cheek before taking his newspaper and making himself comfortable in one of the many oversized chairs I spotted around the house. The two act like a normal human couple even though one is a super powerful immortal dressed in plain street clothes that couldn't hide his bigness or hotness no matter how hard he tries.
"We don't want to be late. Essie might get mad," Brooke smiles and takes a gulp of her orange juice along with a big pink pill.
"Mother will never be mad at you Brooke, she adores you," Mag tells her as he peeks over the Shreveport Times.
"But I stole her only son away," Brooke gives Mag a grin after swallowing another pill.
"All the more reason she loves you. That and you make sure my socks match and mend my clothes. You have made her job a little easier keeping me in line," Mag puts down his paper and gets out of the chair. He makes his way to the oversize bed and sits down next to his sweetie. "Let me feed you," Mag said as he takes the fork and knife. Brooke smiles as he holds up some egg on the fork. Mag smiles as she leans in for a bite.
"Harvey still wants you to be his best man," Brooke says between bites.
"I don't know. It might be blasphemy for me to enter a Christian church," Mag frowns. "Your God might not like me being there."
"Nonsense, I don't think he would mind. Besides Harvey is your friend. I think the good Lord will make exceptions for friends. If you don't feel comfortable with it I can ask Remy if his friend the priest will let you see his church. You know, just to see what happens. I can tell you this; God loves you like I do. He loves everybody," Brooke smiles and Mag looks away like he has something very important he wants to say but he wants to make sure he gets the right words.
"Brooke," Mag says shyly before looking back at her. He can't seem to look her in the eyes. "I can't marry you the way Harvey is marrying Carrie. I wish I could."
Brooke takes the fork out of the giant's hand and gently holds his hand the best she can. She lifts his chin up with her other hand. Ice crystals cover his cheeks. "Sweetheart, I don't care about that. I don't need a white gown and a wedding band to tell me how much I love you. Great fairytales don't always turn out that way. We take care of each other in our own ways. Your Mom and Aunt Auggie has said it countless times that we act like a married couple. We don't need to seal the deal any further. In my heart we were married the first time we laid eyes on each other. You got me?"
"They all want to marry me when they first see me," Mag mumbles with a heartbroken look on his face.
"No, I feel nothing like they do. Of course I see a handsome man but I also see someone who is caring, funny, lovable, and would go out of his way for those he holds dear. Not to mention smart and very strong. Mag you are much more than a pretty face to me, you always were and will be. Pity on those who can't see that," Brooke says as she reaches over and puts a strand of hair behind the giant's pointed ear. "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention how sexy I think those ears are." Mag smiles as he takes her hand and gently kisses it.
Mag clutches the pendant around his neck for a moment. The corner of his lip turns up as a thought struck him. "Brooke since I can't marry you in a church I would like you to have my Thor's hammer. It has brought me luck but I don't need it anymore. I have you," He says as he unfastens the silver chain with his hands shaking nervously as small plumbs of icy breath leaves his lips.
"Magni," Brooke sighs out as she lifts her hair up from her neck. Mag moves positions careful not to knock the tray off of Brooke's lap. He sits behind her as she makes room for him.
"You are my life. Minn dro'ttning, minn astir," he whispers in her ear as tears fill her eyes.
"You are my life too. My love, my angel," Brooke whispers back as she clutches her treasure. "You saved my life, gave me a job and a wonderful place to live…" Brooke starts rattling on when Mag gently touches her lips. He replaces his fingers with his lips as the two put the cover of a romance novel to shame. I am reminded of what Eric and I used to have.
"He's not such a bad guy. My nephew I mean," Auggie brings me to the here and now. "He actually likes the company of humans. It's a shame the feeling isn't always mutual. He is also pretty forgiving and understanding if you don't mind giving him a second chance. I think he likes you," Auggie gives me a wink.
"Maybe I was too quick to judge," I said when all the sudden a shiver runs down my spine. I feel static shock run through me as I see all the vampires head towards the front door. I hear thunder claps over the sound system. The lights flicker for a moment as unseen power rolls through the room. The humans are unaware but those of us with a little extra something can feel it. Then I spot Maxwell Lee escorting Belinda and Brooke towards the front door. They both look like they want to kick some ass. I wonder if they're even aware they're heading towards a danger zone.
"Don't worry about those two. It's not anything they haven't dealt with before," Auggie said with that sharp smile. "Brooke's become a pro at dealing with the big man's temper tantrums."
Belinda's POV
The temper tantrum echoes through the walls of Fangtasia, Eric should've invested in lightning rods. "Oh holy hell! You're not the only one that wants to smack the bejesus out of Modi," I tell Brooke.
"After I have a little chat with Daddy Thor first. That man has some temper on him but hell hath no fury like a pissed off girlfriend. I kind of wish Essie was here to be my backup," Brooke growls out.
"Easy there, always remember, wedding dress," I said and Brooke smiles.
"I still have yet to meet Loki but when I do, I want to thank him for that visual although Mag has told me that Freya is his favorite aunt next to Auggie. She sounds lovely by the way my giant talks," Brooke says as we get closer to the black padded door.
"Let them through," Maxwell Lee tells the vampires blocking the door. The vampires growl, I guess they don't want to move for two pathetic humans. As they get out of our way, there stands big headed, red headed, all six and half feet of him holding his big hammer with the smell of ozone lingering in the air. Modi stands behind him like a good little boy with his golden hair flying freely in the breeze. He gives me a mischievous smile.
"Hello Belinda," Modi says.
"Quiet boy! I've got a bone to pick with that one!" Thor growls as he points at me. Modi just stands erect as the sky rumbles. Normally I don't go outside when it storms but I'll make an exception for this case. Esmeralda and Mag have both told me Thor's bark is worse than his bite and by the way he is looking at Brooke only confirms this. His mood softens a bit and his eyes light up behind those sunglasses. Thor wears the sunglasses to hide his most inhuman feature, ruby colored eyes. Modi only wears his because he seems to think it makes him look cool, got a newsflash, Modi is not cool in my book at the moment. I want smack that silly smirk off his face so bad.
"What's the problem," I bark out at the Norse god. Sparks fly from his hammer as he tries to intimidate me, I'm not impressed. The vampires all went running back into the bar leaving Brooke and me out in the parking lot to deal with big baby Thor. He pulls off his wrap around shades and glares down at me with those unusual red eyes of his. A lesser person would be pissing their pants but I've dealt with the big man before.
"Modi here informs me that my son is demeaning himself for the pleasures of women! A god never bows down to the pleasures of mortals! Ever! He told me that you are the one who requested this, is this true?" Thor growls out.
"I asked him. It was his choice if he wanted to do it or not." If there is one thing above all else I've learned in the five years of being around the scary powerful and that is never lie. For one thing, they don't like it and another is they always seem to know. Hell will freeze over before I lie to the god of thunder.
"My dear Brooke, you are allowing this?" Thor smiles when he asks Brooke this.
"Mag told me he wanted to help. Mag's a big boy, he makes his own decisions. All I do is support him in any way I can. You know your son, he does whatever he wants," Brooke answers.
"Aye, this is true but my dear girl but you could have at least talked some sense into him. Why didn't you?" Thor spoke softly to the mortal woman like he is trying to score some brownie points but I think underneath that rough exterior Thor really cares about Brooke.
"Mag feels this is the only way we can save the business. Sheriff Northman is in trouble. He is being forced to marry the Queen of Oklahoma. If this happens it will mean Eric is no longer sheriff and our little preserve is in trouble. Not all the undead know about trolls and giants. This is worse than some misplaced tomtes which I never did thank you for helping us find," Brooke says and Thor smiles.
"Think nothing of it dear girl, although one of the little bastards bit my finger but at least they are safe from mortal eyes and vampire eyes as well. We can't have our creatures running about freely like that. What did you and my son end up doing with them?" Thor asks as he slides his hammer into his belt. The leather motorcycle jacket did a fair job of hiding it.
"Dr. Ludwig was happy to see them returned. She had to move her practice after the fairy war and the poor little guys accidently got left behind. She promised that it'll never happen again plus she also made a sizable donation. B and Remy bought the baby vamps new travel coffins and the Weres a couple of cows," Brooke tells Thor.
"You should have gotten them goats. Goats are much more obedient than cows," He tells me.
"Yeah, tell that to my bushes and flowers. Remy and Andy spent a week replacing what they ate," I said with my arms crossed. Thor's damn goats nearly destroyed all of my landscaping I worked so hard on. Of course my son had to help me because I was wheelchair bound at the time. Andy and Remy took care of the big stuff while I sat on the ground planting blubs and sprouts. It was hard work all the same, especially the weeding but I 'm mighty proud of my efforts. "We got them cows to teach them some discipline and hard work. Next time we buy the pups some livestock, I'll consult with you first," I said sarcastically as Thor just glares down at me.
"Mag and I keep the goats on our land. Auggie wants to buy the farm across the road from ours but she's holding off. She wants to make sure we can get Eric out of this mess first. We're trying to help him improve his financial situation. The poor guy took a major hit after that body was found in his yard and then we need to find out how binding this contract really is. Eric's maker met his final death a while back ago," Brooke explains while Thor listens. Thor has his moments, normally he's loud and grouchy but there are times he makes an effort to care. The gods may act childish at times but at other times they can be rational. Thor is rarely ever as calm as he is now.
"Awww, the idiotic Roman bastard. I never appreciated him poaching my people although turning the chieftain's son wasn't such a bad idea after all. Eric has proven his worth as a Viking. How did the Roman die?" Thor asks Brooke.
"Believe or not his human wife destroyed the ancient vampire," Brooke, just like myself wasn't quite sure of how much modern slang the Vikings understood so she tried to keep it simple. Mag has been catching up with her help but Thor is still pretty much Viking through and through.
"A mere girl took down that poacher? I am intrigued my dear Brooke. You must tell me more," Thor reaches for Brooke's hand.
"But father, what about Magni? He is disgracing Asgard," Modi practically whines. Talk about disgracing Asgard. Modi always talks so formal around Thor when in reality he usually talks and understands modern language real well. That's because he used to be a rock star back in the seventies.
"Silence Boy! Brooke has something she wants to tell me, in private," Thor pulls out his hammer again and throws some stones onto the pavement. The Fellowship protestors seem unaware they are in the midst of a powerful god. Although Thor must seem a sight even the way they could see him, as a big burly biker but to Brooke and me we see a true Viking. His red locks plaited to frame his face with small braids in his long red beard. Thor's hair is as wild as my own. Brooke told me one time that Thor is actually a teddy bear but the man is built more like a grizzly bear and even carries himself like one too.
He swings his hammer until sparks appear. Then in the night sky a mysterious bright rainbow appears over the runes. I look over to see the Fellowship men aren't even seem aware of the aurora of color. "To home with you boy! You've caused enough trouble! I swear that you and Loki are one in the same," Thor growls at Modi who just hangs his head low. Modi is smart enough not to backtalk his dad. Modi walks through the rainbow and disappears. So much for smacking him silly. "Now my dear, let's talk."
"We can go to the Starbucks close by. My treat," Brooke smiles up at the Viking. I get the hint. Two is company and three's a crowd. "Tell Mag I'll try to make it back before he gets on," she tells me. "Why don't you wear those contact lenses Mag and I got for you?" she asks Thor.
"I accidently melted them. The buggers were making my eyes itch," Thor says as he holds his arm out for Brooke to take.
"Tell me about it, Pam wanted me to wear contacts on the job. My eyes were watering for days. She finally had enough human leakage and let me wear my glasses again," I tell the big man who manages a smirk. That's usually the most I get out of Thor other than the glares.
"I haven't forgotten about my son, Ms. Harrison," Thor huffs.
"One thing at a time mister," Brooke boldly tells Thor. "We can talk about that over coffee too."
"Aye," Thor says as Brooke guides him in the direction of the Starbucks. I just shake my head before I go back inside but I'm stopped by Eric.
"Is that who I think it is?" He looks at me and then in the direction of Brooke and Thor. "Why is he with that human?" Eric looks perplexed but I know he is totally enthralled. Seeing Thor is like seeing Jesus Christ in the flesh.
"Yep, that's the big man and that human is Mag's better half. Thor seems to like her. If you're nice to her, I'll let you meet him," I playfully look up at my former vampire boss. Eric and I have a much different relationship now, more like business partners considering he is our numeral uno client. Eric brings a lot of abandoned babies our way and in return I let him play with the frost giant and all the other Norse supes we have staying with us. To Eric it's like a living fairy tale, hell to me it's like a living fairytale. Especially when said frost giant is helping me hang out the laundry or picking apples off the top branches out in our little orchard. Who would have thought I would ever bond with a twelve foot tall ancient teenager?
"I can't believe the son of Thor is dating a human," Eric shakes his head.
"They're living together. Essie has taken a shine to her. Mag is madly in love. If you're nice to Thor I'll let you meet her," I said jokingly. Vampires usually aren't the joking sort but Eric gives me a smirk. Little does he know I have a bone to pick with him. He's been MIA since Remy and I got here. We're here to help out the SOB and I don't see him until Thor gets here? We need to have a chat anyways. More like him and Mag needs to have a long chat. This contract is a pile of bull pucky in my opinion. The asshole maker is dead, Eric is his own vampire now and I don't see any reason why he should have to uphold this stupid contract. Mag has told me before that he doesn't intervene unless it is going to affect the ones he holds dear. I'm hoping that maybe a little godly intervention will be enough to get Queenie off Eric's back and life can go back to normal.