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"Uh ah, no way" I look to Mr Cataliades, "You tell me there's two bedrooms here right now or I'll personally lead every Fellowship member I can find into this place"

The clerk stuttered in confusion, "Well...of course, this suite contains seven bedrooms, one bathroom and this large receiving area"

I could see that. Three walls of the room were windows; the room was sparsely furnished, with a throne at the north end. It was a high backed, heavy chair, with no velvet or any decorations but a throne nonetheless.

Three plush red lounges were at the south end, positioned for socialising.

It wasn't a room designed for human comfort, vampires standing for hours with as much ease as they were sitting. The room was white, what walls there were, doors, carpet, all pure white.

It was disorientating. I tiptoed around curiously, ignoring the clerk as he spoke to Mr Cataliades and Diantha. I caught something out of the corner of my eye, and moved to where three doors stood. The one in the middle I presumed was Felipe de Castro, the one to the left could be Victor Madden, the one to the right had my name on it.

My name.

Written in cursive in black lettering, proclaiming to the world that it was where I was staying. I wondered if Victor Madden or Castro felt any sense of satisfaction as they painted my name onto that door, I would put money on that. Heck I'd be willing to bet that it was done with as many witnesses around as testimony to their power.

Sighing I opened the door, preparing myself for the mother of all gothic interior designs.

What I found instead was a bedroom straight from a pornographic set.

Red and pink were the colours of everything in the room. Right down to the light bulbs. The bed was shaped like a heart and I could feel the future tears I would cry as I rolled around on the red satin sheets trying not to fall out. A love seat by the large double glazed window was pink velvet and appeared to have a storage facility in the cushions. I didn't even want to know what was in there. I had a dressing table without a mirror, which I wondered over, until I lifted my head and found a long mirror on the ceiling.

"Thisroomisridiculous"

I looked over to the doorway where Diantha stood, observing the room with wide-eyed disbelief. I knew my expression had to match her own,

"I'm married and pregnant, I certainly won't be needing a room like this" I declare, hoping my voice carried to the clerk and Mr Cataliades. Diantha simply shrugged.

"Atleastitsfarawayfromtheothervampswhomightwanttodoyouharm"

From that I assumed she meant the younger vamps, the ones with less control who might find a vulnerable fae blooded telepath sleeping next door simply too great a temptation.

I had to hope that Felipe de Castro had better sense than that.

Diantha came further into the room and dumped the usual hotel paraphernalia on the dressing table, swipe card, map, room service menu- for humans and vamps, and a brochure regarding attractions of the Mira Hotel and Casino. Then she turned on her heel and disappeared.

I knew that was her way of leaving. I counted to three then took a deep breath, knowing that I was alone.

For now at least.

I stepped cautiously into the main room, looking around to ensure my safety, even though no vampires would be awake yet. I grabbed my bag and, not letting my guard fall at any time, carried it back to my room and set it on the bed. Then I began an internal debate over whether to unpack or not.

On the one hand I didn't want the inconvenience of living out of my bag, scrounging around for clean clothes everyday, on the other I didn't want give the impression that I planned to stay long enough that I'd need to find a place for my clothes. I deliberated for five minutes before deciding to see what his Majesty had to say before I went any further.

Perhaps this was all some display of power to remind Eric to toe the line.

No one could say that I wasn't an optimist.

The last rays of sun had just left the sky when I heard the first sounds of movement outside my room. I was curled onto the loveseat with a book in hand, trying to ignore the hard cushions. It wasn't much in the way of comfort but I'd already tried the satin sheets and discovered that they were too slippery and cold for anything other than lovemaking. Looking over the top of my book I focused my gaze on the door, wanting to be ready when they came in. I heard several voices and doors opening and closing. Casting my mind out, I found ten gaps.

Ten vampires in the room and twenty minutes later I found about twelve human minds. Not half-human or supernatural but full blooded human.

I could only assume that the hotel organised blood donors and fangbangers for its clientele ala Pyramid of Gizeh style. I scanned the minds, hoping for a familiar mind or an ally, all I found was adoration for the vampires in front of them and desire to be fed from.
I hopped from mind to mind, always leaving before the biting started and focusing on the images I could find, piecing together what I could to help my situation.

As I had assumed Felipe de Castro and Victor Madden were outside, along with a vampire whose name I thought was Sandy and a few more I recognised from the coup they had staged on my front lawn.

No vampires that would care if I was drained in a hotel room in Vegas with my unborn child vulnerable inside me.

I hated them all in that moment.

Around midnight, when I was long past antsy. A quiet voice reached through my door,

"Sookie, come here please"

I started and looked around, wondering if I had really heard the invitation (for invitation read order) or if my mind had simply collapsed on itself and I was now mad.

Oh the hell with it.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled open my bedroom door and stepped into the proverbial lion's den, looking around for the King of Nevada and Louisiana. He was sprawled across his throne, managing to be both casual and resplendent at the same time, beside him, leaning against the wall and watching my every move with a smirk across his face that I just wanted to slap off him was Victor Madden. The blood donors had been thrown out of the room and the other well-fed vamps were in various positions scattered throughout the room.

Fixing a smile on my face I swept across the still pristine white carpet and stopped before the throne, bowing low to the King.

"Hello again, Your Majesty" I greet politely, rising, channelling my grandmother to the nth degree.

"Thank-you so much for inviting me to your lovely hotel"

He doesn't reply but continues watching me, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, suddenly, so quickly that I don't register his movement he's standing before me, bending over me and placing a finger on my chin to look into my eyes.

And, I realise with horror, to better expose my neck to his fangs.

Nobody in the room moves a muscle and I don't even dare to breathe. So the sound of the elevator echoes throughout the room. I can only pray for a cavalry, preferably of Fellowship members or even my great grandfather returned from the unreturnable land of Fae. My hopes rise as I hear the clerk that had attended me protesting loudly,

"Madame...I really must protest, you are not on the li..."

The door to the receiving room bursts open loudly and a woman dressed extravagantly in a gown that Scarlett O'Hara couldn't have pulled off marches into the room,

"Oh nonsense..." she trills laughingly, "I..." she stops and feigns surprise and relief.

"Sookie darling...there you are!"

I find myself smiling for real this time, "Hey Pam, here I am"

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