All Hell Breaks Loose

Chapter 12 Dirty Little Secret

Sookie wasn't sure if she should still be watching Claude dance. It is different when the hot man gyrating his hips for money is someone that you know, but it wasn't like he was actually family, was he? She was part fairy and that meant that she had some relatives that were whole fairy.

Claude slid back to their section of the stage. "Head back stage. The password is Avalon." The words came out in barely audible whisper before he pranced backstage.

"That was a fairy?" Lafayette asked before he turned to them. "That was your fairy?"

"Not our fairy," Tara said before she added her glass along with Sookie's to the servers tray. "I don't think you can own a fairy. They aint small enough for you to sweep up in a net and put into a jar."

"He is the one that saved Tara," Sookie said.

"I have a better question," Lafayette said and pointed to the direction of the back stage entrance. "What are we waiting for? We got a pass to heaven."

"You are right," Sookie agreed and slid out of her chair.

There were two guys with a fair amount of muscle and wearing tight black t-shirts standing at the backstage. They had already turned away a few sloshed men and women who tried to sweet talk their way to the back.

"Avalon," Sookie whispered to one of the two.

"Who gave you that word?" The bouncer asked.

"Claude," Sookie answered.

"Claude's cousin," the bouncer said in a louder tone. "He said you were coming and bringing friends. Come on in." He stepped by.

"Thank you."

The backstage had a small lounge area with a few leather covered loveseats and a small refrigerator. The cowboy was sitting in one and making out with some gal with short bleached blond hair and tube top and vinyl mini skirt. The Chef was on the other chatting with a couple of Asian women.

"Been to a few concerts like this," Lafayette said. "Their back stages at least."

"How did you get backstage to those?" Tara asked as they walked past the lounge and into the hallway with doors that had colorful paper stars and the stripper's stage names written across them.

"You doubt me?" Lafayette asked and rolled his eyes. "You know I got my connections." He snapped his fingers.

"You sold them drugs, didn't you?"

"Yeah you think that what it was all to that."

Sooke ignored them and looked for Claude's dressing room. His had to be the one with the gold star. D'artagnan was written on it in a glitter gel pen.

"This should be it," Sookie said and knocked on the door.

"Sookie?" Claude asked from the other side.

"Yeah."

"Come on it. It isn't locked."

Sookie entered first. There was another sofa against one wall with a coffee table covered with entertainment magazines in front of it. There was a small television mounted in the corner that was playing reruns of the X-Files. Various glamour shots of Claude and a few other attractive men were framed and on the walls.

"I'm glad you can come," Claude said. He was sitting in a directors chair in front of a dressing table, complete with mirror that was framed with light bulbs. He had put on a pair of jeans but was still topless except for the towel around his shoulders.

"So this is your day job?" Tara asked. "When you are not performing miracles and watching over us. You are watching over us?"

"More like watching out for Sookie," Claude explained as he continued to mop off the sweat. "And yes this is one of my jobs. I'm also model."

"Certainly were built for it," Lafayette commented as he examined some of the framed photos.

"I thank you for the compliment."

"Were those drinks from you?" Sookie asked. I thought you were at war.

"Yes they were," Claude answered and stared Sookie in the eyes. We are. Like Oberon I and many others are banished. We came back to rescue the humans, but you were the only one we could save.

"Do you know anything about Russell Edgington?" My cousin Hadley has a son with the gift. Did the fairies take him?

"He is unstable and he commands werewolves." Your little cousin is safe. Those under the age ofeighteen have yet to be harvested. Our side has been seeking them out and telling them to not go into faery.

"Thanks for the info," Tara said in her most sarcastic tone. "That is more than what he had before."

"He has connections with other vampires," Claude continued. "And he has distanced himself from the officials of his kind."

"Anything recent?" Sookie asked. "He had been imprisoned for a year and now he is out and some group led by a Golden One is working with him."

"The Golden One," Claude whispered his name and closed his eyes. "He is dangerous."

"How dangerous?" Tara asked.

"Extremely. He had been known to harvest humans as children, keep them underground, fed them scraps, meat from animals he had killed and foraged fruit. Once they were of age he would molest them and either would turn them or drain them."

"Trying to raise his own army," Sookie whispered.

"Is he still doing that shit?" Lafayette asked.

Claude shook his head. "He stopped over a hundred years ago for some reason. I had rescued a few of the humans he had captured and was nearly killed in the process. Which is why I will not participate in your fight against him."

"Whoa wait," Tara said and held up her hands. "You are not going to do anything?"

"He's a pure fairy," Sookie tried to explain. "Their blood is like petite fours to vampires."

"So?"

"So it means he's gonna be the first to get jumped," Lafayette said.

"You have done a lot for us," Sookie said. "If you do get any information please tell us." She pulled out a small notepad from her purse and wrote down her new phone number and gave it to him.

"I will do that," Claude said with a small smile. He handed her a small business card. "Call me if you need anything."

"Thank you again for everything." She put the card in her purse and turned to the others. "Let's get back home."

New Orleans

Eric stared down at the half drunken bottle of Tru Blood in his hand. It hadn't been long but he was already sick of it. He longed to sink his fangs into the flesh of willing donor, most preferably Sookie, but the only human who knows where they exactly were located is their landlady and he did not want to overstep his boundaries as a renter and a guest.

"And it is sent," Bill said as soon as he had finished typing up the e-mail on Amelia's computer.

"Good now move," Eric said. "I need to send one to Alcide."

"I'm already typing it," Bill said as his fingers danced across the keys. "I'll let you write one to Pam when I am done."

"Alcide works for me," Eric reminded him. "I should be the one who sends him the email."

"Next time."

"The next time I ask you to do something you will do that. Am I clear?"

"If you insist." Bill did not even bother to turn around and look at him.

"You are forgetting your place, Compton." Eric was getting sick and tired of the way Bill tried to act like he was in charge all the time.

"My place?" The younger vampire asked and spun around in the chair. "What are you talking about?"

"You are forgetting that you are no longer king and once again I hold rank over you."

"You are no longer sheriff."

"I am still older than you by centuries."

"Are you two like twelve years old?" Amelia asked out loud from where she sat in her living room. She was on the couch with one foot resting up high as she gave her now bronze toenails a coating in clear polish. The local news was playing on the television.

"I am sorry Miss Broadway," Eric said once he regained his composure.

"Oh come one. I told you to ease up on the Miss stuff. Could you just call me Amelia?"

"I will, Amelia."

"She is right," Bill said softly. "That is a bit embarrassing." He clicked send. "Now that is done." He rose from his seat.

"I wanted to make certain that Alcide would be able to make arrangements for us in Jackson," Eric said as he sat down. "In case they track us down."

"Have you thought about leaving the country?" Amelia asked before she took a sip from her glass of soda.

"The Authority is spread across the entire planet," Eric explained. They might leave the states for a while. The plan was to keep on running and hiding until the Authority either gives up on them or forgets about them.

"Even Antarctica?"

"Eve-" Eric stopped. He did not know anyone with the connection to the Authority would even consider the possibility of Antarctica. The only humans that lived there were scientists. "We will consider that in the future."

"How long will this last?" Bill asked.

"Until they have changed their minds," Eric said.

"That will never happen."

"It has never happened. It doesn't mean it won't happen in the future." He at least hoped they would be able to change their minds, but even he had doubts about the Authority.

A/N:

Replies: Samantha. Pam will have a bit of a role and Jessica will have a bit of a bigger role. I am going to something mean to one of them.

Trish, Thank you.

Anon, Thank you.