Chapter 3

After playing the part of the doting dad and husband for a few hours, the bleeds had, in fact started and claming not to want to look a mess in front of their guest who would be over shortly, he excused himself to their room and instead of resting, slipped out of the house and moved to the house on the left of them. It was Pam's house and it resembled a sleek grey castle, complete with a couple of turrets. Climbing over the gate as he had tried in vain to fly, hoping that Ezra had been wrong about not attaining that ability with having the real Eric's blood in his veins. Unfazed yet slightly disappointed, he remembered he had to sooner, rather than later, kiss Sookie and this snare her into the magic that had been placed upon it. That she would be turned against the others when they inevitable found something was off. Until that time came, things needed to be done with the most utmost of care, of caution. That he, the doppelganger to the real vampire could not be 100 percent the same as the real vampire was, he was very cognizant of and knew he dared not lose his cool, lest all the planning go to hell and he lost out on the prize he had been long promised.

He knocked on the heavy polished wooden door of the house he had learned belonged to the Vikings most loyal progeny. And as Pam answered the door, he got the sense that she was certainly no weakling, nor one to be taken lightly. That he knew of her background thanks to the stolen information Ezra had gotten from the destroyed remains of Vamp Camp. Still, he was older and stronger than she was and though nowhere as old as her real maker was, he could very easily dispatch of her and the others that dared to stand in his way.

"I wasn't expecting to see you….we were just getting things ready to come over there….." Pam said with a frown, stepping back to let him inside, where in the spacious burgundy color living room decorated with cast iron sculptures and sleek black leather furniture, he saw Ginger and Willa there as well, putting some wrapped packages into larger bags, clearly meant for the little one next door.

"thought maybe you would like some help….bringing things over." he said, thinking on the fly of a excuse as to why he was there, not wanting to raise any suspicions. And apparently she was used to his visits because she shrugged and gestured for him to finish packing up some of the packages into the larger bags. Doing so with great care, he felt something odd overcoming him, a tingling feeling and somehow he knew, the transfused blood that was supposed to keep him from being scented out as a fake was wearing out. And fast. He decided that by distracting them with conversation could give him time to think on his feet, to put these three away before they, especially Pam, found out he was a fraud.

"I take it the bar is still….intact after the trouble last night?" he asked, knowing what he had gleaned about the anti vamp people who had tried to wreak havoc at the bar. Knowing that such a topic would anger the fiercely protective Pam, who was as loyal to it as she was to her maker.

"We did a good job glamouring those we didn't kill…" she replied slowly and with a shrug. "Wasn't the first time we had narrow minded hicks at Fangtasia and it won't be the last time. I was in need of a good old bar fight but I would have preferred that they hadn't messed up the bar and scared off our customers. But we all pitched in and got everything cleaned up, ready to get back to business tomorrow night."

Tomorrow night. He thought to himself, knowing he wouldn't be around by them most likely. Stretching out on the couch, he tried to think of what his next move was, things seemed to be moving along slowly, but yet there was no inkling that told him they suspected anything. Unfortunately, what he hadn't noticed, what he had failed to remember was the mark on his right wrist. Having stretched, his sleeve of his jacket had rolled up just enough for Willa to see and she was quick to point it out.

"Since when did you get a tattoo…..wait, vamps cant be tattooed, they will just heal…..is it henna?"

"Ooh, I love henna tattoos…get 'em every time I go to the swap meet in Monroe." Ginger said with a goofy look. "Can we get a look?"

Panic was setting into the vampire and he knew he was not nearly as crafty as the vampire he was playing at being. Still, he reminded himself, he had been in compromising positions in his life before and his face melted into something a little darker. Standing up he hid the mark on his wrist again and started to pace, running a hand through his blonde hair. "I think we have a bit of a problem now….." he was interrupted by Pam having snuck around and trying to strike him with a silver poker. But he was faster and rounded on her, knocking her aside

"You really think you could fool his own family?" Pam said as she stood side by side with Willa, their fangs bared. "We smelled a rat the moment you set foot inside. Who the hell are you?" Ginger was across the room, screaming as was her usual go to panic mode and the tall vampire rolled his eyes.

"Does she always do that? And she is friends with him, with you?" he asked as e watched her flee the room, knowing enough about Ginger to not take her as any kind of a threat. "I'll take care of her later but for now, I just can not have the two of you walking free and being a threat to getting that which I was promised and which I promised to give to my boss." he rounded on the two female vamps who tried to attack but found that whoever this person was, he was still faster and stronger than they were. Pam felt something snap as she went down, her neck being broken by a hand around her neck. Though she would heal, she was helpless to do anything as she heard the sickening sound of more breaking bones and a skirmish as a feisty Wlila had tried as well to fight off this impostor. Dragging them around over his shoulder, he found the basement and there were, he saw Pam had a bed as well as a double wide, plush and very pink coffin.

"What were you promised? What are you after? Pam demanded as she and Willa were tossed into the coffin as if they were nothing but trash. Her eyes met the gaze of the vampire who appeared so much to be her maker but it was evident that there was none of the affection, of the warmth that the real one had for his kin. Her body may have been rendered useless for the time being but she still had that fire blazing in her eyes, her words. And then a disturbing realization fell over her. Why else would a double of her maker be here? "You are here to get to Sookie…..you want his life. Where is he?"

"There are others who will figure this out and take you down." Willa Added, her fiery streak coming through. He was ignoring them for the time being, searching the large house with his sense of smell, finally returning with that which he needed to ensure neither of these women interfered further. Ignoring the pain that the chains of silver were inflicting upon his hands, he set to work making certain the two women were securely bound with the silver within the coffins, which he planned on sealing shit further with yet more silver. "Nice that you keep so much around the house."

"For emergencies." Pam spat bitterly as her wrists and every bit of exposed flesh began to smolder. "You are not going to get away with this….you hurt a hair on either of their heads…especially his…"

"Threats mean nothing to me when you two are more helpless than that obnoxious kid back in his-my, I should say-home. My boss wants the toddler alive and said I could have the mother. And once I can get her to put those lips of hers on mine, she won't believe anything you say to her and she will even be the one to ensure that there is only going to be one Viking standing."

The severity of the situation quickly dawned on the two helpless vampires. "You….you're going to brainwash her to kill Eric? To fall for you…but why do you and whoever your boss is wants Aurora?"

"He is already a powerful warlock and knowing what the kid is, he wants to duplicate her powers into himself, making him a force that is practically unstoppable. Imagine a being that has the powers of a vampire, a faerie and a warlock? And then he plans to raise her for his own and keep a supply of her unique blood around…for a financial hobby, I suppose. Whatever, I don't care. All I care about is that I get the mother for myself and I dare say none of you will ever see her of the child again. And when Sookie kills him herself, I do wish you all could be there to see it." he grinned at the two as he slammed shut the coffin and made certain it was secure. He knew he dared not return to his home until the wounds from the silver healed and luckily, he had not long to wait. Task one completed, he grinned to himself, knowing he was closer to the prize he had been promised. Touching his mark on his right wrist, he was soon joined by Ezra who looked a little surprised to be summoned. But as the vampire explained he had had to move faster what with the blood within him not having fooled the vamps, Ezra instead looked amused.

"Then we move the plan a little faster along than we planned. I should say by the end of the night we will all be cozy comfy back at my place."

To Be Continued