Day two... second chapter.

So this the third marathon... Next when I get the review number 315.

Chapter 30

"What are you doing, if I may ask?" Pam asked, she had just levitate up window.

"Nothing" Eric replied.

"You were going to kiss her" His creature laughed.

"No. Besides, I've already kissed her."

"And?"

"Obviously nothing happened."

"Maybe you're not her true love."

"Pamela..."

"Victor has come to Fangtasia today" she said to change the subject quickly, though the smile remained on her face.

"Again?"

"Again" she confirmed "It sucks"

"It sucks, yes."

"Eric..."

"What?" he never took his eyes off his wife. He had always the bond opened, and in the last two months he was sending waves of love and in return he perceived Sookie's sensations: sometimes fear, almost always love, tenderness, affection, confusion, anger. It was almost as if she was awake and often wondered what she was dreaming and what kind of magic they had used on her making her cheeks and the tip of the nose icy when inside the house it was at thirty degrees of heat; what kind of magic had been used against her so she smelled like sea salt, sweat, or wood smoke even when they just bathed her. And above all, what magic they used that made her smell like other people... she smelled of childhood, like children.

"He had asked me the bills for the last two months. And he has asked me about her"

"What did you say?"

"That I appreciate his concern" Eric smiled "Hell attack you there" Pam came to Sookie's bed and stroked her friend's hair. She took the comb and started to comb "I've bought a terrific shampoo, Brazilian keratin, you'll see the way her hair looks" Eric growled "Although since she had been in this bed she has the most beautiful hair ever, shiny and silky, don't you think?" Another grunt "Like yours" she commented "Was the werewolf here today?"

"Indeed."

"He has kissed her."

"I've noticed."

"At least it hasn't worked. Do you think the shifter had also kissed her?"

"Pamela, you're very chatty. Very chatty."

"Fangtasia misses you, the accounts aren't suffering losses, but the incomes aren't as bulky as when you preside over the bar. And Victor lurking and waiting to attack by any side..."

"Tomorrow you'll stay with her and I'll go to the bar."

"One night we should allow them to see both of us at once" she told him "Jason Stackhouse could stay, or maybe the dog too."

"I'll tell Bill."

"Oh, he'll be delighted. We should also spend some time in the Fangs over Heels, girls miss you..."

"I'm sure you have them quite entertained."

"And I've tasted them all."

"I'm not interested."

"But it's your business, you should stop by and see how things work. When you awake" she said to her friend "we'll repeat our performance there."

Eric spent the next three nights meeting his obligations, he dropped by Fangtasia, to the delight of fangbangers, until the bar closed. He realized several things he didn't like. Pam was a wonderful daughter and a great businesswoman, but a vampire only has nights to live, and two businesses as a vampire bar and strip club, were too much for one vampire. Not with the profit margin that the two businesses were generating to both of them. The first thing Eric noted that he didn't like was that there were a couple of vampires who had to ride roughshod the banning of biting the humans within the four walls of the bar. The second was that one of his girls had been turned by a foreign vampire usual to zone five from Mississippi's kingdom, the third was that people were beginning to forget who was in charge and the fourth was that the Sun Fellowship Church was a pain in the ass.

They had got into his strip bar and they had assaulted a girl, and now he had a hospital bill to pay. He spoke with the girl and the police had spoken to him, because even though the dancer refused, the police had no choice but to file an accusation. The cops had assured him that they would investigate, but Eric didn't trust them much.

It seemed stupid to sit there doing nothing when he could be accompanying Sookie, not that in her room he did much, but at least he was with her. Pam came to offer him a girl in her earliest twenties, but he refused, instead he asked his progeny to bring him a bottle of O positive. As he drank, he noticed something weird, and in a second Pam stood by his side. A bunch of cops, among whom were a couple of vampires, came into Fangtasia calling a raid.

"Yesterday they told me they will come to talk with me about the thing that happened in the Fangs over heels" Pam told him in Old Norse.

"Well something isn't right" he replied "Why would they make a raid just when you expect their visit?"

"Exactly. Alert!" he greeted.

"Lieutenant Vampire."

"What brings you to my humble bar?"

"A tip-off, sale of narcotics: V" Eric raised an eyebrow, and antinarcotics came in with dogs.

"Search as much as you want and then have a drink or a soda if you prefer" for a moment, the police chief was thrilled when one of the dogs came to the throne excited, but the dog just looking to scratch a few caresses from Eric "You know? Dogs do not usually like vampires, but I've always gotten along with them."

"They are smarter than people" Pam said.

"Take him to keep looking."

"You will find nothing, Captain."

"Lieutenant" he hissed.

"Dogs have a nose, but no better than vampires" Eric said "Your partners of my race know as well as I do that there are no prohibited substances in this bar. Although the guy in the Ramones T-Shirt smoked marijuana this afternoon and that girl in the purple shirt, I'm afraid that she has contaminated her nose with something strange and that other..."

"Leave it" The chief dissuaded.

"True" a vampire policeman confirmed "There's nothing here, sir."

"Keep looking" The tension, the grin on the lips, dry mouth, rapid pulse, dilated pupils of the agent confirmed Eric that something was wrong.

"Who sent you?" he asked "They are distracting us, Pam."

"I realize. Sookie?"

"She's fine, she's with Bill. This is up to Victor. What he could be up to?"

"Nothing good" Pam said. The policeman who was in charge looked at his watch and waited, dogs sniffed but of course didn't find anything. After forty minutes looking and finding nothing, the police chief got a call and they left. Eric called Sookie at the minute, but Bill assured him that all was quiet there.

After restoring calm to the bar as he could, he left to the parking lot, he was going to flight to Bon Temps when he saw a vampire who used to hang out in Louisiana's area two, accompanied by another vampire related to the sheriff of area one of the state. He came into the bar and ordered every vampires under his charge to go out, but Sarah, whom he ordered to take out humans by the back door and keep them away from there as far as she could. As he went out, he found a troop of not less than thirty vampires. From area one and area two.

He saw Pam gloating over the idea of a fight.

"Ni hao, Li Shang" Pam greeted the second in command from area two, a vampire of about three hundred years, perhaps older than her "Where is your master, creator and sheriff?

"Busy with other matters."

"They are with the king" Eric told his progeny "That's why they were distracting us, so we wouldn't go to help Felipe. And if they come after us, it's because De Castro has fallen."

"Indeed, Viking."

"Let me take care of the Chinese" Pam asked.

"All yours" and they take battle positions.