A/N: This short chapter is our second and final alternate POV for this story.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Charlaine Harris.

Jason POV

Sook told me to tell the vampires' men that she wasn't sure yet about the bail, but to ask if they could come around on Monday just in case.

She also gave me a letter to read to what she said were vampire kings. Sookie acted like I didn't know how to treat them with respect, but she cut that out pretty fast when I reminded her I'm a werepanther now. The folks out in Hotshot wouldn't let me around if I didn't know how to tell what my place was.

I don't think Sook is used to me knowing stuff about supes yet.

When it got dark, the guys each got their vampire on the phone. I sure hoped Michele didn't get home while I was talking to them.

"Uh, hi. I'm Jason Stackhouse. Sookie asked me to read this message to y'all." They didn't say anything.

"'Kings Davis and Edgington: I have asked Jason Stackhouse to read this letter to you. He is both my older brother - our parents are dead - and a bitten werepanther. He can be glamored if necessary...' Hey!"

One of the Kings told me to "Carry on, Mr. Stackhouse," so I started reading again. "'I apologize for being unable to return your calls personally. I am currently being held until Monday in a cell at the Sheriff's Department in Bon Temps. I believe I have been framed by the Fellowship for the murder of a human, but the evidence and the vampire witnesses to my whereabouts last night should exonerate me. I will attempt to contact you after my arraignment, scheduled for Monday, assuming I am released on bail.'"

One King just said, "Very interesting." I went on. "'Mr. Ca...Cattle Aids...is being called. I should be free soon.' Hey, why is my sister telling you all this? What do you want from her?"

Did these vamps have control over my sister? "Mister Stackhouse." This one sounded like a smooth fella, a real Southern gentleman. "You should consider us business colleagues and, if I may, admirers of your dear sister. We are also very powerful vampires. We mean Sookie no harm."

Yeah, right. "Wait, I gotta PS. 'PS Jason does not possess any of my special talents. Don't even think about it." Oh, shit. I shoulda read ahead.

Both of the vampires laughed; I mighta said that last part out loud. Laughing vampires was sure not what I expected. "Uh, Kings? Is Sookie important? I mean, besides the freaky mind stuff? Because I don't know why you'd be so interested in her whereabouts, otherwise. She ain't in some kinda trouble, is she?"

The smooth vampire sounded pretty amused by that. "Mister Stackhouse, your sister has been in 'some kind of trouble' since the first time I met her. But never fear, she seems always to come out on top. Sookie really is quite special. I'm rather surprised you don't know this already." Well, damn. That wasn't even the first time some vampire'd told me I wasn't doing right by my sister.

"Yeah, right. Uh, nice talking to you."

The quieter vampire told me they had my number and might be in touch. I didn't know what Sookie was up to, but if they could help her, I hoped they would.

The "day men" finally took off after telling me I had to stay "available." I gave Michele a call, then headed on out to Merlotte's. I needed to get me a beer or five.