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Some of you guys are like mind readers, so here is a chapter from Eric's POV. And yes, Sookie is a complete moron for trying to save Bill. I mean I understand she is loyal, but really? This Chapter is more of a transition chapter, we are getting ready for some major dramz!
Previously…
"This has to be connected to the Weres somehow, I just know it. It's too coincidental that the Weres are from Jackson and Bill is being held captive there. What if I hang around some Weres and try to read their thoughts, see if I can pick up anything."
"Sookie, this is crazy. You are going to get yourself killed!"
"Are you in or out? Either way I'm going tomorrow." I said finally and impatiently.
"Northman is right, you are stubborn. We leave tomorrow, but I'm on the record that this is a bad idea."
"Fine." I said and hauled myself off to bed.
Chapter 12- Eric's POV
When I rose for the evening, I had this ardent sense of uneasiness that I really couldn't explain. I sat up in my luxurious bed and immediately my thoughts went to my little telepathic fairy. I felt something was not right with her. Last night, I knew that something was happening to her, but she refused my assistance, in fact she all but blew me off. But I still remained resolved to make that stubborn girl see me for all that I truly am and that includes making her privy to my feelings for her.
At that moment I knew that something was happening to her, she was feeling the same way that she was last night. I decided to call her instead of flying to her aid as I desperately wanted to.
"Hello." She said and I could feel her fear, but also her voice was quivering so badly that she almost couldn't speak.
"Sookie! What the hell is going on!" I said impatiently. I desperately wanted her to open up to me and not blow me off again.
"Weres attacked us, we killed them." She blurted incoherently. Fucking Weres! If they harmed one hair on her precious head, I would slaughter all of them, and I may even throw Alcide in with the mix too.
"I'm coming." I threw on some jeans a t-shirt and took to the sky heading towards Bon Temps.
When I arrived on her property, I saw her sitting on her porch. She looked as though she was in some kind of mindless trance as her eyes had no animation behind them. She didn't even register my presence.
I finally brought her out of the stupor that she was in and asked her what happened. She said that a couple of V fueled Weres from the Fuck You Crew had tried to kill them, unsuccessfully of course. I asked Alcide how he knew who they were and he mentioned them having some kind of a brand.
As soon as he mentioned a brand, the wheels in my head started turning and I prayed to the gods that the Weres belonged to who I suspected they belonged to.
If my suspicions were confirmed, I would finally have the chance to exact revenge on behalf of my slaughtered human family. I needed to see the brand for myself in order to make sure I was right.
Godric and I almost caught up to the Weres' master during World War II, but the unnamed veiled master of the V fueled Weres managed to evade our pursuit. We had very little to go on as far as tracking who he was. All we knew is that he was a vampire and that he supplied the Weres with his blood and used them to try to overthrow human governments and kingdoms. To this day, I still do not know why he wanted my family dead. My father was king of our tribe, but in the grand scheme of things, my father had very little wealth and power, at least not enough to attract a coup or slaughter.
As the surviving member of my family, I took reign of my father's tribe. On his death bed I promised him vengeance against the treacherous being who so carelessly and haughtily massacred my family in front of my eyes, taking only my father's crown as a prize for his murderous act.
That day, my entire existence was changed, I became hardened and unfeeling. I was no longer the surreptitious immature man who only sought to chase women and drink ale. I was forced into a leadership role that I puerilely rebuked. I always resented the fact that I was forced into the role of tribal King, when it was supposed to be my father who led our people. I knew that one day I would get my revenge on the vampire who took my family from me; I just never dreamed it would take a millennia to exact it.
The need for vengeance surfaced so voraciously that nothing else in the world mattered much. I became engrossed with the idea that I was about to get what I had sought so desperately for the last thousand years.
I took a picture of the brand on the Were and texted it to Godric. Only he knew of my intrinsic need and the motives behind it. He supported me a thousand percent and I knew that I could count on him to help me kill whoever the Weres' master was.
I questioned Alcide some more about what he knew about the Weres and he informed me that there was a rumor that their master had been the King of Mississippi.
I knew of the King, Russell Edgington, he was infamous for his flamboyant parties and the harem of men. I also knew that he was over three thousand years old. Killing him on my own was out of the question, I would never be successful. Even if Godric and I teamed up, there would be no guarantees that we could defeat him.
I called Godric to bring him up to speed on what had happened. He was concerned about Sookie's safety, but I quelled his concerns. I didn't know what the Weres wanted with her, but I couldn't care at the moment, besides she had her precious wolf to protect her. At the moment, the only thing on my mind was vengeance and I couldn't let my feelings for Sookie cloud my judgment and distract me from what I had wanted so desperately for over a thousand years.
I was about to take flight to go to Godric, but my fucking conscience got the better of me. I asked Sookie to come stay with me so I could protect her, but she refused.
"You are so stubborn." I said to her. I could have argued with her more or taken her by force to protect her, but truly, as they say, I had bigger fish to fry.
As I flew back to Fangtasia, I started planning my revenge on the King of Mississippi. I needed to formulate some kind of plan.
I decided that a little recon would be necessary. I needed to find out how many Weres he had working for him, who was loyal to him, What he wanted with Sookie. Most importantly, I needed to find out what his weaknesses were so that I could exploit them.
I walked into the club, only to find Godric speaking to the Magister. I panicked slightly because I knew that I had vampire blood in the basement that even Godric didn't know about.
I nodded at Godric. "Magister, what brings you to Fangtasia this night?"
"Sheriff Northman, I have been interviewing all the Lousiana Sheriffs regarding the recent uptick in vampire blood."
"Yes magister, I agree there has been an increase in both the use and distribution of vampire blood. I can assure you that I am working diligently to find the cause of the problem."
"Is that right Sheriff?" he said accusingly. He had his poker face on and I could discern that he had knew more than what he was letting on.
"Yes Magister." I assured him.
"I have it on good authority that your Queen is sacrilegiously selling her own blood. Are you aware of this?" he asked.
"No magister, this is the first I have heard of such accusation." I said as surprisingly as I could. Not only did I know that it was her blood being sold, but she had forced me to sell it for her. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I admitted that I knew it was her blood, I could be charged with treason, however if I admitted to selling it on her behalf, I would be charged with selling sacred blood.
"The Authority wants me to bring them results, and therefore I am tasking you with this. Bring me the evidence I want within three days."
"Magister, with all due respect, I need more time than that. You are asking me to commit treason against my regent." There was no way I had time to cover up my dealings and to exact my revenge against Edgington.
"You will produce the results I want, or you will be stripped of your title and punished accordingly. Three days Sheriff." He said and left the club. What an asshole.
How the hell was I going to produce evidence against Sophie Anne in three days. I did not keep a paper trail of her requesting for me to sell her blood because I knew that it was really evidence against me. All I had was her blood.
"Child, you knew that she was selling her own blood and you did not notify The Authority?" Godric admonished me.
"Worse, she has me selling it on her behalf." I replied in Swedish. I was careful not to speak in English in the club in case it was bugged.
"Child, I am disappointed in you. You should have sought my council on this." Perhaps he was right, but there was nothing I could do to change what has happened.
"Godric, what am I to do. I need to gather evidence against my Queen and take out Edgington at the same time. "
"And what of Sookie?" Godric asked.
"I cannot think of her right now. You know how long we have been searching for him." This search was our priority for centuries and I was not about to give it up for a human girl.
"Child, I will help you with your dilemma." He was disappointed in me for giving up on her for the time being, but he understood what Edgington meant.
"I will just turn over the blood in the basement to The Authority and let them match it against hers. You and I could go to Jackson and infiltrate Russell's nest and exploit his weaknesses and take him out." I explained my plan. It was straightforward, but it wasn't fool proof. It definitely was not my finest moment of plotting.
"And if she implicates you for selling the blood?" Godric asked.
"I will explain that I was forced to do it on her behalf to satisfy her debts to the IRS."
"This is a very shoddy plan child, but I see no other way."
I called Pam in to my office and explained to her that she would be in charge of everything until Godric and I returned in about three days. I didn't tell her anything about Russell, but she already knew about the blood and my predicament with the Queen.
It was only about midnight, so Godric and I decided to head to Jackson. At least we knew we could get there in time to find a resting place before the dawn approached.
We decided to drive in his Maserati Quarttroporte. It was a very ostentatious car for someone so modest, but he told me that he splurged on the car for one reason and one reason only and that he liked the piping on the seats. Who knew something so trivial would appeal to him.
We were both contemplative almost the entire way to Jackson until Godric broke me from my reverie.
"What will be our excuse for going to Russell's nest?" He asked. Quite frankly it was something I had thought long and hard on.
"I supposed that I would go there alone using my title and the excuse that I was there on official business investigating the sale of V on behalf of the Magister." It wasn't farfetched, and Edgington would believe me fairly easily.
"Fine, but I will stay close in case something goes awry. You will remain in constant contact with me and we will plan how to take him out together. I do not want you attempting to take him out on your own. That is too risky and I won't lose you over your preoccupation for vengeance. " Godric said. I was a little put off that he thought of my need for vengeance as something more like an obsession. Yes I wanted revenge, but I didn't think that i was fixated on it, at least not that I was aware of.
"Yes Godric." I replied. I found it ironic that he was worried about losing me, when no more than two weeks ago he was ready to end his existence leaving me behind. I was still bitter over his actions and lack of consideration for my feelings on the matter.
When we got to Jackson, we booked a suite at the Hotel LeFleur, a five star exclusive vampire only hotel located in downtown Jackson. It was a beautiful Rococo designed hotel with intricate gold leafed woodwork and ornate light fixtures.
We settled into our gorgeous two bedroom suite with plans to begin our subversion of Edgington's nest at first dark.