CHAPTER 15

I opened my eyes and I knew that the sun had just set. It was amazing that my body now somehow had some sort of intuitive sense that let me know the sun had gone down. I felt a warm body curled against my back and warm, strong, muscular arms around me. I smiled and wriggled against him. I heard Eric growl in the back of his throat. "You evil vampire." He croacked in a husky, unbroken by sleep, voice.

"Me?" I asked sweetly. I turned to face him. Eric's eyes were still closed but he lifted one eyelid to look at me.

"Yes you." He growled.

"Now why would you go an' say a thing like that?" I asked, feigning pain and hurt. "I'm a sweetheart."

"Mmm hmm." Was Eric's only response. He took hold of my hips and kissed my neck, rolling so he positioned himself on top of me. Eric kissed up over my jaw and then I grabbed the back of his head, kissing him deeply. He groaned and I laced my fingers through his hair, hooking my leg around his hip, pinning him to me. Eric positioned himself above me and dropped his fangs. I felt mine do the same. It was still a strange tingly sensations but it was at the back of my mind.

With my new heightened senses every touch sent sparks all over my body. It was almost like having sex for the first time. Eric thrust into me and I gripped his hips, moving against him, movement for movement. It didn't take long and soon I was panting and groaning. I felt that familiar coil in my hips tighten and then snap. I threw back my head and groaned, Eric swore in Sweedish and stilled.

He settled on top of me with his sweaty head, resting on my chest. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his hair. I heard the familiar tinny sound of Eric's phone and he groaned. "Wish I had special fairy powers to make it magically come to me." He teased, easing himself off the bed.

"Don' look at me." I replied. "Can't help you anymore."

"Pam." Eric said into the phone. He listened for a moment and grew angry. "I will be there as soon as possible." He snapped the phone shut and grabbed some clothes and handed them to me. "We need to go!" He said so I hurried out of bed and dressed.

Walking into Fangtasia I gazed around, looking at all the debris. The tables were one their sides, the chairs were upturned and some were even broken. It was obvious that something had happened. I knew Eric had Ginger and some other humans clean the place after the were fight so this had to have happened recently. I noticed the door to the basement was wide open and I felt like I had a golf ball wedged into my throat. Eric was standing with Pam near the bar, I wasn't sure whether or not he noticed the basement door.

"Eric." I said and he turned to face me.

"What?" He snapped. I could tell he wasn't in a good mood and I knew this was not going to make him feel any better. I simply pointed. He looked and I saw the fury in his eyes. "Marnie!"

"She's gone." Pam said and Eric rounded on her.

"HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN?" Eric snarled.

"We have one of them." Pam said evenly.

"Bring them to me." Eric hissed. Pam disappeared downstairs and returned a moment later. She tossed him onto the floor at Eric's feet where he landed in a huff. "You again?" He spat. I knew I had to step in so I went to Eric's side.

"He could be possessed." I said as I gently laid my hand on Eric's arm. "Don't hurt him unless you absolutely need to."

Jesus looked up at the both of us. "I can tell you whatever you need to know." He pleaded. Eric and Pam exchanged amused looks.

"Looks like he's not big on keeping his covens secrets." Pam snickered and Eric nodded.

"I won't die for them." He said.

"Tell me everything." Eric encouraged. Jesus sighed.

"We were hired to get Marnie out. We were given access to the building and even had werewolves to help us." Eric had been pacing but he stilled at these words. He slowly turned to face Jesus and I had the uneasy feeling I wouldn't like where this was going.

"Werewolves?" Eric asked and Jesus nodded.

"Yeah some vampire, a king I think, has them working for him. He had them help us get Marnie out in return for a favour." Eric looked at me then back at Jesus.

"In return for what?"

"I don't know, honestly I don't." He promised.

"This is serious." Eric said and Pam agreed. "We need to call the AVL."

"That vampire woman, the one on tv all the time? She's the one that made him the king. I heard him tell Marnie about it. Apparently they went behind that vampire league's back." Jesus continued. Eric looked positvely livid.

"Where does that leave us?" Pam asked.

"We need to go above Nan." Eric replied. He scratched his head as he thought about it. "I know who to call."

It took two hours for the AVL representitive to get to Fangtasia. He walked in surrounded by armed guards. They looked more like a SWAT team than body guards. I was sitting with a glass of blood, human blood as it were, and Pam was sitting on one of the chairs with a hand held mirror fixing her makeup. Eric stood and greeted the man who appeared to be no more than fifteen. He must have been turned young, but must still be very old to be in the office that he was.

"Mr. Bakerson." Eric greeted him, his hand outstretched. The young man took Eric's hand and shook it. He looked around the club and frowned, turning his attention back to Eric.

"Too many wild parties, Mr. Northman?" He asked and Eric offered him a chair.

"I suppose you could say that." Eric said.

"Tell me what happened."

"It seems that the new king is behind this. I have a witch downstairs in the basement. He is part of a coven that is led by a necromancer. I had her in the basement for quesioning as she threatened my progeny," Eric motioned to me and the AVL leader glanced at me before turning back to Eric. "Apparently King Bill hired werewolves to break in here while I was at ground, they killed my guard." Eric nodded at the torn and ripped body of Ginger.

I had come to like Ginger, even if she was crazy as hell from all the times she had been glamoured and she dressed like a crack whore. "Then they extracted the witch from the basement under an arrangement of the new king."

"These are serious allegations, Sheriff." The man said and Eric leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"I have the witch downstairs if you wish to interview him." Eric offered. The man mumbled something into the microphone that was clipped onto his collar, then he listened to his earpiece for a moment and looked back at Eric.

"It has been drawn to our attention that the new king was not instated by the AVL. Do you know anything about this Sheriff?"

"The witch tells me that the new king had an arrangement with Miss. Flanagan." Eric said.

"Please, continue."

"The witch overheard a conversation with Anotonia, the witch I had in the basement that was retrieved, and the King. It seems the King was given his position by Miss. Flanagan as part of some deal they had made in the 80's."

The man listened into his earpiece for another moment and nodded. "Sheriff, Miss. Flanagan will be dealt with, as for the new King we do not have any official standing on that matter. However he must be dealt with, by ANY means necessary. If you take care of it, the state of Luisiana and all its wealth will be yours." With that the man stood and left the club, leaving me wondering what the hell it all meant.