Meet the Ancients: Chapter 2

I looked back at Magan and focused a menacing look on her. "I could kill you."

She replied calmly, "Yes you could – but you won't and we both know it."

I wonder if he wants to take over my area. Is this the first foray in an assault?

I snarled, "Did He send you here?"

"No – he doesn't even know that I am at Fangtasia, just that I am in town and we are getting together in a few days."

I glanced at Sookie, she nodded. That calmed me somewhat and I decided to make a point. "You know that it was very . . . foolish to tell me that."

"Maybe, Maybe not – but it is the truth."

I am rapidly becoming enamored of this human. She does not seem to be afraid of me - that in itself is rare. From her manner she has obviously been around vampires for an extended period of time. Yet what vampire would allow a human to talk to them as if they were equals? There is a puzzle here that I find I want to solve. I smiled to myself and thought for a moment.

"There will be a live vampire band here on Thursday night. I would like for you to join me as my guest. Sookie and Bill will be there as well." I waved a hand over in their direction. "Won't you Bill?" I directed the last bit at him. Compton did not look happy but he answered, "Yes, of course. We will be glad to."

She smiled back at me and replied, "I would be pleased to accompany you. What time should I arrive?"

That was easy I thought. May as well ask her arrive as early as possible. It would give me a chance to get to know her better before the majority of the vermin arrived.

"The bar opens at 6:30. I will give you a pass. You will not get in line, just give it to the vampire at the door and they will have their instructions." I paused and thought for a moment. "You are very unique. You stand up to me even after I threaten you. Yet you accept my invitation to return and even ask when to arrive. You are discreet about and loyal to your vampire friend despite the fact that you have been parted for a number of years. I think that I would very much like to get to know you better."

Pam was still behind me and I turned and told her;

"Pam ser till det som alla ordningar göras för att denna ska gå slätt. Hon är användbar för många resonerar, och jag önskar inte att hon ska ta en motvilja till mig."

"Du bör ha tänkt av det för dig hotade för att döda henne. Även om hon inte verkade för att ta förseelse, kanske på grund av hennes föregående vampyranslutning?"

"Var inte oförskämd, hitta två viner som hon tog upp och köper ett fåtal fall av varje – Jag vill att de båda vara i min monter innan hon sitter."

"Jag är förvånad över att du inte förlänga din inbjudan till denna Ancient också."

"Som kan ses som mycket stötande – och om han är i mitt område det kunde vara farligt. Jag vet att mycket, liksom vad mycket annat jag känner till dem, från Godric. Dessutom vill jag lära känna henne bättre. Ta reda på allt du kan om henne innan torsdag. Om hon verkligen skildes från denna urgamla till henne jag vill ha henne som min."

"Jag trodde du ville ha . . . "

Translation:

Pam see to it all the arrangements are made for this to go smoothly. She is useful for many reasons and I do not want her to take a dislike to me.

You should have thought of that before you threatened to kill her. Although she didn't seem to take offence, perhaps because of her previous vampire association?

Don't be impertinent, find the two wines that she mentioned and purchase a few cases of each – I want them both to be in my booth before she is seated.

I am surprised that you did not extend your invitation to this Ancient also.

That could be seen as being very offensive – and if he is in my territory it could be dangerous. I know that much, as well as what little else I know of them, from Godric. Besides, I want to get to know her better. Find out all that you can about her before Thursday. If she is truly parted from this Ancient of hers I want her as mine.

I thought you wanted . . .

Then I heard behind me

"Who is Godric? I just saw intense sadness; and blood; and fire in your mind Sookie."

I could see that she had succeeded in flustering Sookie.

"In Dallas, he was a vampire. He just died a couple of weeks ago. He went to greet the . . ."

I did not want to hear any more of this and interrupted by flatly stating, "He . . . was . . . my maker."

At least she looked strickened. "My condolences, I didn't realize. It's just that the name sounds familiar."

"In what way?" I asked

"I'm not sure; I need to think on it."

"Godric was just over 2000 years old; do you think that he was known to your old friend?"

"Perhaps, I'll ask him when I see him." She looked at her watch. "It's getting late and I need to get up early. I should be going."

Godric never told me about his life before he made me. Is it possible that she knows a vampire that knew him long ago? Someone who could give me insight as to what brought him to make that decision? Maybe that would help me to understand why he did what he did.

"Until we meet again then?" I said.

"Yes – I look forward to it."

As she turned to go - I impulsively asked, "What would you say if I asked to taste your blood?"

She turned back and looked at me with a thoughtful look on her face before answering, "Vad skulle du säga om jag frågade dig samma?"

Translation:

"What would you say if I asked you the same?"

That stunned me for a moment. A glance at Pam told me she had not seen this coming either. Well the joke is on me. I admire her spirit, not just for what she said – but also for answering me in Swedish. I could not help it, I just started laughing. I looked over at Sookie but she and Bill just looked confused. The rest of the bar did not seem to know how to react either.

I began "Well you are not . . ."

She interrupted me by saying "Very well, a taste."

That stunned me yet again; I had not seen that coming. Pam was having problems not laughing this time.

She continued, "You may not use your fangs on me, but I do need you to extend them." She proceeded to place her left hand on my face with her index finger near my mouth.

The fangs are easy I thought, they came out the moment I understood she had given me permission. I was not sure what she was going to do but I nodded and bared my fangs for her. Before I realized what she was doing she pushed the top of her finger hard up against the tip of my fang and quickly pulled it away. I reflexively reached for her hand, but she had already stuck her finger in her mouth. She looked over at me and commented,

"I always forget how much that stings."

I grinned ruefully, dropped my hand and decide to savor the drop of blood she had left on my fang. I closed my eyes and licked it off. It tastes sweet – I expected that, she is a telepath – but there is a hint of something else there, something old and somehow familiar. Behind me I suddenly felt Pam go rigid. I opened my eyes and could not believe what I saw. In front of me she had removed her finger from her mouth and was now pushing at the joint below the tip, forcing the blood to bead on top of the wound. She proceeded to lean toward me and I looked from her finger up into her eyes. She smiled at me and then began to slowly run the tip of her bleeding finger along my lower lip. This feels like some type of foreplay, if she associated with vampires it most likely is. It is certainly having that effect on me. I closed my eyes again, relaxed and followed along behind her finger with my tongue. When she took away her finger I slowly opened my eyes. She had folded a bar napkin and was using it to apply pressure to the wound.

"I really do need to go now."

I quickly surveyed the room; almost every eye in the room was watching us. The lust for both blood and sex was almost palatable. If I do not accompany her to her vehicle and see her off a vampire or human will without a doubt accost her. I got up and offered her my arm.

"Allow me to escort you to your car."

Magan took my arm and followed me out of Fangtasia. Behind us I could feel Pam following us as far as the door. Good, I thought, Pam will keep anyone from leaving before Magan drives off. We walked out into and across the parking lot. When she stopped I was surprised to see that we were standing next to a one ton silver crew cab pickup truck.

"I pictured you in something else."

She replied, "It's not my usual vehicle, but I need something heavy to haul the horses home when I leave."

She looked under the napkin to see if the bleeding had stopped. It had and she started to crumple it up.

"Let me take care of that for you." I offered

She looked up and handed it to me. "Thank you."

She opened the door of the truck and climbed up into the driver's seat. I kept the door open and she looked down at me.

I simply stated, "You have done that before?"

Quietly she answered me, "Yes."

"I will see you on Thursday?"

"Yes"

"At 6:30?"

"Of course"

"I look forward to furthering our acquaintance."

She placed her hand on my shoulder, leaned over and lightly kissed me on the lips; then quietly stated, "As do I."

I grabbed hold of her and kissed her deeply; then I stepped back and closed the door. She seemed confused for a moment before she started up the truck and drove off. As I watched her go I neatly folded the napkin into quarters with her blood on top. Thoughtfully I slid it into my pocket, turned and walked back to Fangtasia.

Pam was still guarding the door when I got to it. She followed me as I went over to my usual booth and sat down, feeling a little dazed. A waitress started over and I waved her off. Pam sat across from me, then commented, "She believes that she is parted from whoever this Ancient is."

"Yes", I answered.

"The question is will he believe the same thing after they meet again."

I scowled at her as she continued, "If he does not there is going to be trouble if you go after her."

As if I did not already know that I thought.

She paused, "You do realize that she understood every word we said?"

"That is why I laughed."

"You should have seen the look on your face when she agreed to let you taste her. You did not expect that of her?"

"No I did not; asking her was an impulse that I had at the last moment."

Pam started to say something more, but I interrupted her, "Could you start on those tasks."

"Yes Master", she said with a grin and started to get up.

"And Pam . . . it was a good idea to guard the door while I took her out."

She replied, "It seemed the smart thing to do Master." Then turned and walked away.

I looked around the room and saw the poster advertising the band on Thursday. I groaned to myself. In a low voice I said, "Pam". She was almost to the door to the back, but she turned and looked inquiringly at me. I beckoned her to come back. When she had returned I stated, "I know that it is your night off, but I need you to work the door on Thursday – at least until Magan gets here. I forgot the pass I meant to give her and I need someone I can trust not to screw-up to be waiting."

"Forgetting something like that is not characteristic of you."

"No, I do not understand it myself."

What is going on with me? She is just a human.

"Do you think that she will come back regardless?"

I thought back to the conversation I had with her out in the parking lot. "Yes I do."

I was inspired to write this story because Erik and Pam like to use Swedish to talk to each other to keep others from understanding what they are saying. I thought that it a little turn about would be fair and would make an interesting story.

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