Chapter 6

It had been thanks to Ginger that they were here, standing before the spooky house. That the warlock and doppelganger had been foolish enough to underestimate Ginger to spare her life had allowed her to return to Pam's house to rescue them from the coffin and the silver they had been trapped within. Having allowed them to replenish their strength by drinking from her, they had healed Ginger of her own slight injured and left her back at Pam's house where she would be safe. Pam had thought at least Ginger deserved to be spared any further pain and besides, even though she had come through this time didn't guarantee she wouldn't find some way to screw things up here. And they couldn't afford any screwups, not with what was at risk.

It had been the scent of their family members that had led them the surprisingly short distance to the manor house in between Shreveport and Bon Temps, a little town called Keshequa. It was non descript in every way, looking like the average American small town. Save for the historical manor that now housed a madman and his creation. "So…..you think there are traps around here somewhere?" Willa asked as she stood beside Pam, looking through the gates of the softly lit house.

"I don't know….I freaking mate magic." Pam grumbled, knowing first hand what magic could do. Her face being a melty mess some time ago remained fresh in her mind. "If this guy is as powerful as I think he is and can do the crap like Marnie could….we could well be walking into a trap and we wind up being at the mercy of his powers…necromancy is no joke and I would expect that he has that ability."

"And if he controls us, then we will lose them all….." Willa said as she fell deep in thought. "At least we know where they are and maybe there's someone with some kind of, I don't know, anti-necromancy magic. Make us at least immune to it?"

Looking at the house that she desperately wanted to bust into, Pam knew that if they had any chance, they had to at least find a way to avoid being taken control over. "I think I know where we can go…..hopefully she will help us. But we gotta make it quick. Time ain't on our side, I don't think."

Holly was finishing busing her last table when she was greeted by the last faces she had expected to see. Though she knew full well who they were, her interactions with the two were limited. "A little far from Shreveport, ain't ya? " holly said as she was led gently to the office by Willa, Pam closing the door behind her. "Something's wrong, I sense a vibe about both of you and-"

"Yeah, something's wrong, when is it ever right when it comes to us." Pam interrupted, annoyance on her face and in her voice. She explained what had happened up to their arrival here at the bar and Holly looked horrified for that which was at stake. "So can you help? You were in that little witch coven for a little while and you run that shop now…..what can you do for us to make us immune?"

Holly looked thoughtful for a moment as her face brightened. "I have been working on all kinds of protective spells and it so happens I do know of one that should help you. But it won't be a very long lasting one, maybe a few hours at most."

"Hopefully this can all be over in a few hours." Pam said. "Look, if you could just get on with this…..do you need crystals, potions, blood sacrifices-"

"All I need is for you to quiet down and calm yourselves as best you can, let the good energies flow into you and when you feel it, you will know that it has worked. It only takes an incantation and so long as we are not interrupted, it should work. People thing all spells require materials but it is not the case most of the time." Holly explained and after allowing the two woman to do as they had been told, she cast the spell that took just over two minutes to cast. And as soon as the wiccan had finished her incantation, the two vampires felt a warming sensation, a tingling sensation wash over them.

"That felt funny." commented Willa.

"Well, then I cast it correctly but if you start feeling it again and you are around that warlock….you'd best be getting the hell out of there or this will have been for nothing." Holly paused. "Do you need more backup? I mean, it sounds like you are in some serious trouble and-"

"We got this." Willa replied fiercely. "That guy has no clue who he's messing with. He is gonna regret all of what he has done and what he's trying to do. We have both learned from the best how to fight, to defend ourselves and as for that freak Eric wanna be….I just hope its either me or the real Eric that gets to take him out." Pam spat angrily. And as she and her companion turned to leave, she cringed. "Thanks for your help."

"Anything for Sookie and her own." Holly said gravely. "But I will send help if I don't hear nothing by sunrise. I can track y'all easy with a locating spell. And I have gotten good at using water to search out for people. I can check in on you whenever I want."

That was oddly reassuring to Pam. "I guess not all witches are bad….." she said slowly. "With any luck, Willa and I will be soaked in the enemy's blood within the hour." and leaving things at that, she and Willa fled the bar and flew back to the manor house where they hoped they weren't too late.

Inside the house, everyone was gathered, save for little Aurora, safely secured in a room up the hall, a room as secure as the one they were currently within. Taking no chances, the warlock had spelled the door of her room for added protection as he knew they were being watched from outside. He ignored the fact that his partner was already raking his hands through the long blonde hair of the entranced Sookie, smelling her hair, her neck.

"I certainly can't wait to get a nip out of this. She's tasty enough on the outside but….Ezra, do you mind? I am feeling a little on the peckish side….."

"She is as good as yours and you have done well….mind you, don't take too much as one could wind up too drunk to do the rest of their job properly. As in, I will need assistance at ridding us of those outside who think they can stop us." Ezra said to Johan who wasted little time in sinking his fangs into the neck of Sookie, who seemed to still struggle against the magic keeping her compliant to Johan and Ezra. Though it lasted but a brief moment and neither of the villains had seen it, Eric had. Her light had flickered in her fingers, a angry bluish purple. A hint of her anger wanting badly to get out, to free herself and her family. The faerie fury, a powerful manifestation of only the most strongest of fae's magic. And if only she could get angrier, that her magic could break herself out of this state of mind.

"Enough with that now, Johan, you don't want to drain her before you get to play with her, now do you?" Ezra said as he cupped Sookie's face, forcing her to look into his twisted, manic one. "You though yourself so safe with your precious Viking in your precious house and now, I am about to have everything I ever wanted. The power, the prestige." he turned from her and taking the vial of blood that had been taken from the child, he started to cast a incantation, waving a hand slowly over the special blood which started to shimmer, the fairy in the blood revealing itself. A specter of darkness appeared as the warlock continued his spell, a spell which would prepare his body to not only drink the blood but to steal its powers within. And as he uncapped the bottle and looked around at the faces watching him, he smiled contentedly. "Bottoms up." and he drank the still illuminated liquid, his body shuddering and then falling lifelessly to the ground. And it was then there came a loud crashing noise from above as two familiar and welcome faces peered down into the hole that they had made, looking rather pleased with herself.

"Get rid of them." Johan whispered to Sookie, whose hands were starting to alight with a deadly magic once more. And she lifted her hands, the light becoming so bright that for several long moments, no one could see anything even a inch in front of their faces. And then, the body on the floor rose, a second sound, a blast shattering the peace that had lasted but for such a short time.

To Be Continued