Chapter 3:

The Job

"Eric, won't you please come in."

Rebecca sat in her living room with the Sheriff of Area 5 on her couch in front of her.

"So, Sookie got herself in trouble…again. What is it this time? Did her vampire boyfriend run off with another past girlfriend?" she asked sarcastically, "That was some favor I pulled for you. It wasn't even for you."

"Sookie needed protection with her at all costs on her travels to Jackson. Protection I could not give her. I thanked you for that," Eric said getting a little annoyed.

"And now?"

"This coven in Louisiana has attempted the Resurrection spell and Necromancy," he said.

"What? Controlling the dead. That's dark shit. We aren't allowed to do the kind of magic."

"This coven has," he said.

"Eric, this is dark magic. You don't mess around with it unless you mean business. This hasn't been done since…the 1600s."

"You know of Antonia Gavilan?" he asked.

"Know of," she got up to pace, "She harnessed that magic. Its apart of witch history. One of the first things you learn, 'how not to become evil'…How is Sookie involved with this?"

"Some of her friends are involved with the coven. She tried to help…"

"And got herself kidnapped," Rebecca finished.

"Yep. I need you to get in their and get her back. Marnie, the witch Antonia Gavilan is possessing, has Sookie looked up with a force field around the building. No one can get in."

"Gavilan is possessing someone," he nodded his head, "I'm sorry. I can't get involved with this," she said.

"Why not?" he yelled standing up defensively.

Rebecca took a few steps back, "To get her out. I'm going to have to tap in to the magic, Marnie or who ever, is using. And if its Necromancy stuff, its dark magic."

"Are you afraid?" he asked softening a bit.

"Yes, that much magic could do some real damage…I'm sorry about Sookie. I'm glad you were able to get her back, even if I could help."

He stood in front of Rebecca, "Please," he pleaded. He touched her face with his hands and bought his temple down to hers, "I can't do this without you."

"Do you love her?" she whispered.

"Yes," he whispered back.