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A/N: Thank you to everyone for the reads, reviews and follows on this story. Thanks to my beautiful beta BMG.

GPOV

I was sitting in my office finishing off some paperwork for the king of Texas, when my mobile rang. When I looked at the number I realised it was my child, and he must be in need of something for him to call this close to dawn.

"Hello, my child," I said.

"Master," Eric said in a voice that sounded a little strained.

"Eric, my child what's wrong?" I opened our bond a little as I talked to him and was swept up in his emotions.

Eric took an unnecessary breath before speaking. "I was sitting in my office today, finishing some paperwork and waiting for Pam to open Fangtasia, when I felt Pam call through our bond. I went out to see what was wrong when I noticed a package on the bar, and when I asked Pam what it was she said she didn't know and that there seemed to be some kind of magic around it that stopped her from seeing; and stranger still is that it was addressed to me. So I went over, and as soon as I reached for it the magic vanished. And when I opened it, Master, it had my father's crown and a note telling me that the murderer would be coming to Fangtasia tomorrow night and that I should arrange for you to come and be here for it."

I was shocked, but my brain was working furiously on trying to work out what was going on.

"Master, are you ok?" I heard Eric ask me.

I got over my shock enough to respond, "I will be there at first dark tomorrow."

Saying our goodbyes, I went into my day rest very curious as to what was going to happen tomorrow night.

Next Night

I arrived at Fangtasia and made my way to my child's office to find him sitting at his desk looking at the note that had come last night and the crown sitting shining on his desk.

When he noticed my arrival he just looked up at me and stared.

We did not talk as we waited for the bar to open and the night to get started, we then made our way out to Eric's booth and just waited.

It wasn't until 11 pm that everything started to heat up, and it turned out to be one of the strangest nights of my existence.

First a young blonde woman came into the bar, which is nothing unusual, however what was strange was that I couldn't identify what she was, as she was most definitely not human and she looked strikingly familiar.

I watched as she walked to a booth that had a tall familiar vampire in it. Who were they? I knew I had met them before, but where?

I watched as Eric summoned Pam to him and was told that the woman's name was Susanna, and the man she was sitting with didn't say what his name was.

Eric then instructed Pam to tell them that they had been summoned by the sheriff. I could tell he was annoyed that he didn't know who these people were, that they were in his area and had not gained his approval.

I watched as Pam went over and told the male, who surprised her by deferring to the small female and spoke in a language I was unfamiliar with.

As they approached, the man kept his face slightly hidden but was alert growling at anyone who looked at or came too close to the small female.

When they arrived to stand across from Eric and me, the male inclined his head, but kept it lowered like he had been doing and the small female bowed.

"Sheriffs, what can we do for you this fine night?" Susanna spoke in a voice that was enchanting.

Before Eric could say anything, I spoke first. "What are you? I know we have met before, but I cannot place where."

Susanna laughed softly before saying something that shocked both of us into speechlessness. "Let me ask you this, have you taught your child to think with the head on his shoulders instead of between his legs, or does he need another 'lesson' from Vlad?"

At this point the one named Vlad looked up, and I realised where I knew them from.

I had thought about them a great deal after that night when the lilla en had come for her child.

Susanna looked at us before suggesting, "Perhaps this conversation would be better in the Norseman's office?"

However, before we got a chance to move, the king of Mississippi, Russell Edgington, came barging into Fangtasia. He looked around, and as soon as he spotted Eric he came at him in a rage. Before he had a chance to touch my child, Susanna had him by the throat and on his knees before anyone could blink.

Russell looked up in anger, before it turned to fear, when he realised who had him restrained.

"Susanna?" Russell asked; voice full of fear.

"What is the meaning of this, sobriño?" she asked.

I don't know what surprised me more, that she could speak my native tongue or what she had called him.

"The Norseman took what was mine," Russell said angrily.

Susanna looked at him in disgust before responding, "No he didn't, that was me; and I was only returning what was rightfully his. I am very disappointed in you, and for that I am not going to help you with this. You have committed too many offenses for me to forgive."

Russell looked at her in shock, and started to struggle a little before he realised it was useless.

Susanna turned to Eric and asked, "Can I use your basement, please?"

Still shocked, Eric just nodded; and we watched her haul Russell off.

Not sure what to do, I heard a Susanna's child speak to us in his Romanian accent. "We should head to your office, sheriff, and wait for my mistress, so she can explain things for you."

Eric looked at me before he led the way. All the while I thought about all that I had learned, and was coming up with some startling theories on who, and what, Susanna was.

To Be Continued...

Translation

sobriño: nephew

lilla en: little one