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Chapter 7

Sometimes, Son Knows Best

GPOV

My and Nan's paths have crossed a few times since she was made a vampire. Neither of our meetings were long, meaningful or nice. I had no doubts that tonight's would be much different.

I closed my eyes for a moment to cut off the view of Nan Flanagan sitting in my chair. Her behavior, wording and especially her priorities, made me wonder why out of all of the vampires available on the Earth, Vampire Authority decided to choose her as their spokesperson. She might have been fooling people with her bright suits, neatly styled hair and broad smile but one look at her was showing me something different – a power hungry, fake and utterly rotten personality. I seriously doubt that she was even a mainstreamer.

"That could turn into a fucking clusterfuck. Someone so old should've known better, Godric! I can have your fangs and balls for it!" she spat, getting comfortable in my place. Tonight she wasn't wearing one of her designer suits, but one made of all leather. How more cliché could her fake dominatrix attitude be?

Stan and Isabel growled in unison at her show of disrespect. Yesterday, I would have just sat humbly allowing her to offend me. God knows I deserve all possible punishments for what I am and what I did. Tonight though, I felt in no mood to allow a child like Nan Flanagan to disrespect me in my own house.

"We both know you will not do this though," I said calmly. Nan raised her eyebrows and snickered at me. Before she turned her head, I was in front of her, putting both of my hands on a chair and trapping her there. "By now, I could have killed you for such disrespect. You wouldn't have even seen me coming."

She froze with her mouth hanging open, her fangs running down. Nan looked at the two guards standing by the door. They were children as well, not even over hundred years old. As good guards they dropped their fangs as well but I noticed that they weren't in any hurry to rescue their employer. Me and Nan were measuring each other for a moment and finally she lowered her gaze.

"Good," I stated simply. "I can see your Maker did teach you some respect for your elders. Now, get out of my seat."

She clenched her jaw to keep her fangs at bay and walked behind my desk. I sat in my chair and leaned a little, pointing to another chair for my guest. The AVL representative sat slowly giving me a dirty look. It was unusual to me to hold my age over others' heads but because Nan was a vampire in authority, it was necessary. I couldn't allow her to offend me in front of my own underlings.

"I invited you here to discuss the Fellowship issue, not to listen to your personal opinion of why I allowed them to imprison me in the first place," I scolded her quietly.

"Elder or not, it was stupid. You could have killed them easily!" she hissed angrily.

"Of course I could dismember them, drain them, maybe even send body parts to their families. It's something I would have done a few centuries ago but now we are mainstreaming." I allowed my statement to sink in and Nan fisted her hands. "As a face of the mainstreaming movement, you surely don't support killing humans." I said the last sentence with clear sarcasm in my voice.

I tilted my head, watching her face change into one of pure shock. She was, in fact, a face of the movement and here, for a second, she allowed her fake mask to fall. Nan Flanagan was as much a mainstreamer as I was a werewolf.

"Of course you have to understand that my concern of your wellbeing clouded my judgment…" she added smoothly and I heard Stan coughing. Vampires don't have to cough though and I glanced at him. He did it again, this time adding a "bull-shit" between each cough.

"Of course," I answered fighting back a smirk. "Your concern means a lot to me, Nan. You have to be informed that we were able to establish that my whole house had been bugged. You know…" I did a small movement with my hands "with the devices designed to listen to your…"

"I know what bugs are!" she interrupted. "When did you remove them?"

"We didn't remove them."

This statement made all of the blood flow from her face. Two thousand years and for the very first time I saw a vampire getting paler.

"You… What?!" Nan stood up rapidly, the chair hitting the floor. "They are listening?"

"No, this room is secure…" She huffed and I swear she looked so wild that she was no doubt dreaming about attacking me. "But I understand your worry. It would have been bad to all of us, if they had heard how hostile towards humans can be an AVL representative."

Nan took a few steps closer to me, putting both hands on my desk. If it was her intimidating tactic, it wasn't working.

"Don't try to screw me, sheriff. You are in this position because Authority assigned you!"

"Are you sure?" I raised my eyebrows and I noticed that Stan and Isabel moved slightly closer to Nan's guards. "Because I remember being begged by King Aaron to take this position. I took it, instead of taking a place in the Authority." I moved my face closer to hers. "I am not power hungry, Nan. All I want is to be left alone. Don't poke your nose into my area's business. You had better stay focused on putting forward a good face on national television."

Once again we were measuring each other for a moment and once more, Nan yielded first.

"Fine," she hissed. "I heard you went soft. I see those were just gossips."

"I did," I admitted without hesitation. "If I would have been my old self, you would surely have been truly dead by now."

She chuckled at my little joke while shaking her head. "Deal with the Fellowship then. But remember, if you fuck it up…"

"Yes, I know," I murmured. "AVL will cut itself from it. If something goes wrong I will be on my own."

"I'm happy that you know what is requested (required if he must do something) from you."

Nan fixed her leather jacket a little and looked at me with superiority. I nodded to her shortly, watching her leaving my office with her guards walking right on her heels.

"Did you hear it?" asked Isabel with a snicker. "She made it sound like she just gave you an order and you followed it like one of their lap dogs!" My second was furious and Stan didn't look much better. It was good to know that I have such loyal friends in my nest.

"Pay's it no mind," I told her calmly. "Nan simply has to show her superiority. It what she lives for."

"Sheriff?" Stan came closer, all businesslike. "What do you want us to do with the spies? Shall we interrogate them?" the excitement evident in his voice told me all about what kind of interrogation he had in mind. I promised myself a few years ago that there wouldn't be any tortures carried out on humans. Also, I had promised Sookie.

"No, there is no need. Isabel already glamored them to come back to us tomorrow night. We cannot imprison them anyway, they might have informed someone about visiting our nest. Actually, I'm sure that they did."

Stan nodded at my explanation not hiding his displeasure. He was always somehow wild. Being a real cowboy before turning only added to his temper. Stan never was especially cruel, I would rather call him a little hot headed – he acted first, thought later. There were many situations when his impulsiveness led him into trouble. I have never questioned Stan's loyalty though. I was sure that if I hadn't been persuaded by Sookie to leave the Fellowship Church, Stan would have gathered an army to set me free.

"I think you should spend the rest of your night in more pleasurable activities," I told both of them with a small smile. "You did well tonight."

Isabel smiled back, her eyes remaining sad. She was still very wounded by Hugo's betrayal. There was no doubt she needed more time to heal. My second could look level-headed, even slightly cold but she was feeling deeply and she truly loved Hugo. It was a shame that he had abandoned her, especially because he did it overwhelmed by the feeling of being insignificant for Isabel. I'm sure she would offer him immortality one day, if he only waited.

This led my thoughts to Sookie. Would she be willing to become a vampire one day? I haven't asked her if that was her desire. I was surprised when I realized that I would agree to turn her if she only asked.

Stan and Isabel left and I focused on my bond with Eric. He seemed to be content, slightly on guard, probably because he was trying very hard to impress Sookie. Around 1 AM, I felt something akin to disappointment followed quickly by relief. Maybe he was afraid he had offended or upset Sookie somehow and she had taken it better than he had expected? I shamelessly followed our bond telling myself that what I'm doing isn't spying, just a simple act of curiosity and protectiveness.

A few minutes later I felt a wave of suspiciousness and worry and next, the feeling of panic that was almost choking me. Before even considering my next move, I was outside of my house and running in the direction from which my child was calling to me. He wasn't in any physical pain and it could only mean that something had happened to Sookie.

When I landed at the parking lot a couple of minutes later, I instantly smelled Sookie's sweet blood in the air. I couldn't see them anywhere and I focused on listening to my surroundings.

I heard a quiet whimper coming from a car parked on the other side of a parking lot and I recognized a vehicle as one of mine. I vamped there and froze when I saw what had happened. Eric had Sookie in the back seat with his hand at a juncture of her arm and her neck, squeezing her bleeding wound and adding his blood to the mix. Her blood was pouring between his fingers slowly. My eyes wandered higher to where Eric's face was. Her blood was on his lips and chin and for some reason it made me angry but I stomped my feeling hurriedly because It was irrational.

"Master," Eric's voice was even and calm the opposite of his emotions which were close to panic. "I sucked the bullet out," he informed me simply. "I thought she would rather not have my blood in her system…" His last statement was almost sad and I sent my child some comfort and calm over our bond.

"You did well," I praised him getting into the driver's seat. "How's her bleeding?"

"It lessened but she is still bleeding. Do you have a healer?"

"Yes," I answered simply starting the car. "Pour blood on her wound," I instructed him stiffly.

"I know, " growled my child and I glimpsed at him it the rearview mirror. His face was expressionless but his eyes were shining with a barely contained fury. "When we stop at your healer's, I am going back."

"Eric…" I said with warning.

"What?!" My child was furious and I hurriedly closed our bond sensing his rage. It was only fueling my own anger and I wasn't pleasant when my basic instincts were taking over me. My fangs were already down. "They were planning on killing Sookie. Not to scare us, not to attack me because they would have used wooden bullets. They were aiming at her and if I was younger and slower…"

He didn't finish but he didn't have to. Guns were making a bullet move extremely fast. Even the oldest of us hardly had a chance to escape from an already flying shot. We could avoid being hit only if we had moved before the trigger was pulled. I turned my head a little looking at Sookie. She was barely conscious because of the massive amount of blood she had lost. A few more inches… If the bullet had hit her just a few inches more to the right, it would have broken her main neck artery and Sookie would have bled out completely in less than two minutes.

"I promised myself not to hurt humans but I have killed a man in Sookie's defense already." I started to show him the reason. "You don't have to add another life to your con…"

My child growled loudly, clearly being at the edge of bloodlust.

"She's special, Godric!" Godric, not Master or Father - my child was angry with me. "If you want her to be ours, you have to be ready to kill for her in her defense. There will be many coming after her, there will be many we will have to kill. I will not hesitate a second. Would you?" my son asked with bitterness.

It gave me pause to think.

Would I?

I took hold of the wheel more firmly.

There will be religious zealots seeing her as a traitor to her kind. There will be vampires who will eventually find out about her telepathy and sweet smell, ready to capture her and imprison her, forcing themselves on her in every way. There will be weres send by vampires…

I had promised myself to protect Sookie and clearly, I cannot do this without putting more lives on my conscience. Eric would not hesitate.

I looked at Sookie again. She was pale and looked like she was sleeping.

A few more inches. Just a few inches and she would have been dead.

"Do what must be done," I told my child with confidence. He smiled gently, predatory glimpses visible in his eyes.

"It's a wise choice," my child assured me simply and he slowly took his hand off Sookie's wound. "She's not bleeding anymore…" he told me. There was anticipation coming from him in waves.

"I know." He could leave to collect a responsible part when Sookie was stable. "I will be at Patrick's. You know him. Come there when you are finished but please try to find out as much as possible before you kill them. If you need to, call Stan. He will supply you with accommodations."

My and Eric's gazes met in the mirror and my child nodded shortly. I slowed the car and my son was outside within seconds.

Outside and on the hunt.

EPOV

Thanks to Odin, my Maker hasn't completely lost his mind. The mere thought that he was willing to let his responsible part go free… I shook my head to clear my mind. There was no point in mussing over it. Godric has reflected himself just in time and acted like it was requested from him.

I sat on the rooftop opposite the restaurant where Sookie and I had been enjoying our dinner. Yes, we had been enjoying it. And her – I had looked at a hostess when we had been getting ready to leave – ruined it.

The woman had walked outside, looking around worriedly. She had a very good reason to be worried.

I had waited patiently for her to walk to her car. She, once again looked over her shoulder and I had seen and heard her gulping loudly. What was her name? Something with 'K' at the beginning?

I floated slowly to the ground and smiled. I could smell her fear from where I was standing. The parking lot was almost deserted, there were only two more cars and thankfully, no security cameras. There, in her imagination, she was being attacked by a monster a second before she reached her car. Isn't that what horror movies always show?

I kicked a bin gently and hid back in the darkness.

The woman screamed softly and ran to her car. She hurriedly closed the door behind her and now she was looking around the parking lot, searching for a threat. I could have easily dragged her from her small vehicle and ripped her neck open. I had different plans for her though.

I watched her driving away at top speed. When her car had driven down the road, I hit the air and flew after her. The woman didn't live far away from the restaurant, I have been following her for no more than ten minutes. She parked outside the small house located in a rather dingy neighborhood. I looked around, watching for potential witnesses but there were none; clearly at this hour, everyone was sleeping.

The woman walked to her door more confidently, I couldn't smell it but she's scared. She, after all, was so close to her house that she could see her front door. I waited patiently for her to open it. The second I heard the soft click of a lock, I vamped right behind her and patted her back. She yelped and turned to me. I was really surprised when she didn't scream but her expression told me that the dear hostess was expecting someone else to surprise her. Maybe her lover? Maybe a partner in crime?

I forcefully clasped my hand over her mouth which was half opened to scream when she realized who was standing behind her. I easily caught her gaze in my glamor.

"Don't scream, don't run from me. Politely invite me in," I ordered softly, smirking at the tears flowing down her cheeks. I took my hand from her mouth slowly, staying vigilant. Meeting Sookie showed me that some humans are immune to our influence after all. The woman's eyes were all glossy though and she was completely under my will.

"Please, come on in," she said with a gentle smile while shaking with fear. We can manipulate human behavior but fooling their real emotions is completely different.

"Well, thank you!" I said cheerfully walking inside. She closed the door, now sobbing quietly but so forcefully that her whole body was shaking. "Tell me, please" I said in a chatty way. "What's your name?"

"Ka-Karen," she whispered.

"Well, Karen you no doubt know why I'm here."

"Will you kill me?" She asked and her eyes became almost round with fear. "Will you rape me?"

"Dear gods," I said rolling my eyes." Why would I do that? No raping. Just killing," I promised her with a smile and Karen shook all over.

Suddenly I froze when I heard another heartbeat. Faster than the woman's who was standing before me. I took a deep intake of breath and growled. Furious, I turned to the door leading to the other room and yanked it open. Karen clearly wasn't as paralyzed with fear as I had thought because she jumped on me, pulling my arm forcefully. She still couldn't scream but I swear I have never seen so much hatred in someone's gaze.

"Stop it right now," I told her with warning but she was still shaking my arm. I looked at her antics with pity. Her physical strength was no match for mine. It was rather more annoying than disturbing.

After a moment of her struggling, I decided it was best to ignore her as I looked down at a tiny human boy standing behind the door. He had a stuffed animal, it looked like a mouse, firmly in his hand and a surprisingly warlike expression on his face.

"Would you kill my momma?" he asked, lisping a little.

"What a question!" I exclaimed, smiling but then I remembered that, according to Pam, my fake smile is terrifying and I hurriedly swept it from my face. "We are just playing a little!" I told him cheerfully and I rolled Karen in my arms, mimicking a dance figure and I tilted her in half. The boy giggled, putting the stuffed animal on his face and Karen watched me in shock. I yanked her back to a standing position and glared at her. "Thank your God that you have a teacup human in your house," I told her with venom. Her eyes got bigger and she gulped not clearly understanding what I had in mind.

I had been taught by Godric the rules of honor that applied to vampires and not hurting children was one of them. My maker would have had my fangs, balls and every possible limb I had if I had hurt a miniature human.

"What's your name?" I asked the boy who was smiling at me. He was tiny, reaching to my knee and I noticed there were a few missing teeth in his mouth or maybe not all of them have come in just yet?

"Alan," he answered happily and next to me poor Karen was on the edge of losing her consciousness. There was nothing more terrifying for a mother than a vision of her kid being hurt. I made a spectacle by leaning closer to the boy and taking him in my arms. By now, Karen was sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's nice to meet you. And how old are you?"

Alan didn't answer my question but he was watching his mother with a frown. "Why momma's cryin'?" mumbled the boy and I smelled some fear coming from his body.

"I don't know," I made an innocent face and walked to the kitchen table still holding Alan in my arms. I sat, putting him on my knees and turned to his mother. "Why are you crying, Karen?"

"Oh please, stop…" she said through tears. "Don't hurt him…"

The boy in my arms froze a little. Children, even miniature, weren't stupid. He knew she was talking about him. "Don't worry," I assured her. "I have never hurt a child yet and I am not planning to."

Karen was watching me incredulously for a moment but eventually she sat on the chair next to me. "Could you put him down?" she asked me but I shook my head.

"Alan is comfortable where he is. Now, speak," I ordered coldly.

"I swear… I thought he would just throw some balloons with paint on that girl. He never told me that they were going to shoot her." Karen's head was lowered and she was visibly ashamed. She no longer smelled so strongly of fear. There was something different there now. A despair. "I just called him to say that there was a vampire and a human woman in a restaurant…"

"Who is him?"

"Clint Perpall," she told me so quietly that I couldn't have heard her if it were not for my superior hearing. Alan meanwhile sat more comfortably on my knees and started to play with his stuffed toy.

"Boy's father?"

"What?" My question put her off the stroke because for a moment she had forgotten about the situation she was in and she laughed. "Nope, Alan's dad is gone. He's my boyfriend."

I raised my eyebrows. This was not my business but a curiosity that was bubbling inside me needed some relief and I turned to Alan. "Tell me, boy, do you like this Clint?"

The boy glanced at his mother, worried, but she nodded, encouraging him. I could hear from his heartbeat he was about to lie. "Yup, he's cool."

"Don't lie," I scolded him softly. "Truth is always the best."

Karen sat more straightly and Alan gulped. "Well…" The boy once again looked at his mum but this time he was going to be honest. "He is rather dumb. He wants us to go to church every Sunday and I don't like being there…"

"Why not?" This time it was the woman who asked a question. Look, at what a delightful family drama I had put myself into.

"They say scary things…That we will burn in hell." The boy turned on my knee and put his finger right beside my nose. "I got burned there. It hurt a lot…"

I felt a wave of laughter building in me but I fought it down. "Something else?"

"Sure thing!" Now, when Alan gathered some courage he was like a fountain of information. "There is a guy hanging on a cross and reva… rena…"

"Reverend?" I helped him out.

"Yeah… He said that guy died because of me!"

I raised my eyebrows and gasped loudly. "No way!"

"I know, right?" The boy was clearly offended. "I'm a good boy! I don't even know that, mister!"

I looked at the woman that I had all the intentions of killing just a few minutes ago and winked at her. "Well, you don't have to worry," I assured the teacup human. "I'm sure you will not go to hell. And…" I leaned closer to his ear. "This Clint guy will no longer date your mum," I promised, giving a sideways glance at Karen. She hung her head down in surrender.

"Well Karen, thank you for your invitation but I have to take my leave," I said, putting the boy back on the floor. The second he was down, the woman reached for him and hugged him to her side. I noticed that the boy was trying to sneak out of her hold but she was keeping him there strongly.

"Just that?" she asked, eyeing me with worry.

"You are an idiot," I told her simply. "Forget about your poor excuse of a boyfriend, he is a lost cause." I stood up, fixing my jacket. "I can make you forget about my visit, I can plant in your head love toward vampires but I will not do it. Not all of us are monsters and you will have to live with the guilt of what you've done. You almost killed an innocent woman." I stood right up before her, feeling overpowering anger. It was time for me to leave or I might change my mind and kill her after all. "Explain to your little son why his mother chose to be a murderer," I spat out bitterly and turned to the exit. I was holding the handle when I felt a little pat on my butt. I turned, frowning, to see a little human standing there with his hand outstretched to me. I sighed and shook his hand.

"Bye!" he shouted and jumped, putting his arms around me tightly. I looked down at him, rolling my eyes.

How I hate teacup humans and their innocence. It was irritating to the core.

"Let me go, boy," I said firmly and Alan took a small step back. His eyes were suspiciously shining. I hated that side of me. I was too soft when it came to dealing with this miniature version of humans. I patted his head a few times. "Now, go, go…" I waved my hand at him and he eventually walked back to his mother.

Karen was standing there with a shocked expression on her face. "You are not so bad…" she murmured to herself and ignored her, turning to leave. "Please, wait!" she said suddenly.

I watched in surprise when she took a notepad and began writing something down very fast. When she handed me a piece of paper a moment later and I took a look at it, I almost burst into laughter. It was priceless.

"I hope it can be… helpful," she told me slowly and I swear there was also a flirtatious smile on her face.

Sometimes it was almost terrifying how I effected females. Except Sookie. She could be so cold hearted to me.

When I was flying back to Patrick's clinic, I was already making a plan of how to use the information I had been given. Clint Perpall was on my number one list. Even this tiny human won't save him. (

Godric was sitting in the chair next to Sookie's bed. My little spitfire was slightly pale and sleeping loudly. I could sense my maker's curiosity.

"I cannot smell any blood?" There was some hesitation in his voice and I glared at him. I could sense a wave of his satisfaction. He thought I had acted like coward.

"There was a teacup human in the house," I told him simply, putting my jacket on the other chair.

"If you say so…" He froze and took a deep intake of breath. "Well, there WAS a child. What have you done?"

"I was dancing with a hostess and discussed religious doubts with a boy," I growled daring him to say something more. My answer made Godric shake with silent laughter. "Shut up," I warned him but he was getting more and more hysterical.

"I would've laughed too…" I heard Sookie mumbling and we were both instantly closer to her.

"How are you, lover?" I questioned, watching her carefully. She was in no immediate danger but she was in pain. I hated it.

"I was thinking that it can work out…" she whispered and I exchanged a look with Godric. He had a deep frown between his eyebrows.

"What can work, dear one?"

"You know, us… To some extent."

I felt a horrible hope grasping my heart and I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Of course it would," Godric assured her, smiling gently. He looked at me with a question in his eyes and I nodded happily. I knew what he was asking about. "Sookie… Would you take some of our blood? It will heal you. You could come back home tomorrow…"

"I hoped you'd ask…" she said with a crooked smile and I allowed my fangs run down.

Yes, this night ended better than I could have ever dreamed.


AN: At first, I was planning to write Sookie's acceptance in chapter 8 but I changed my mind at the last moment. I also decided it's better if Eric allows the hostess to get away with her crime. I remind you, he can be cruel but only when it's completely justified.

Next time, Clint Perpall won't be so lucky… There will be some light lemons in chapter 8. Hope you don't mind :)

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Till next time!