All Hell Breaks Loose
Chapter 15: Come to My Window
Nicolette tried to ignore the burning sensation as Hilde rubbed the salt over her wound. It was step three of the healing process. The first was to hold it over steam for five minutes, then rub in alcohol while drinking down a bottle of whiskey (the type of drinkable alcohol didn't matter) and now the third step was to scrub it with salt.
"All this mystical talk about blood from a virgin," Charles said as he and the werewolf, Bucky were mixing the fourth part of the cure. "Now we have to have it."
"Did it say it had to be human blood?" Bucky asked. "Cause we got a new pack member who never fucked."
Charles rolled his eyes. "Why do you wolves have to be so damn crass about it?"
"Sorry," Bucky said. He was like most weres, tall and hairy. His chestnut brown hair touched his shoulders but he was clean-shaven. "I still can't believe these things are real."
"I was told they exist," Charles said. He had a neatly trimmed beard, combed honey blond hair, polo and clean dark denim pants. He was three hundred years old and Nicolette's Maker. "I have never seen one."
"I wonder if they are stacked. You always hear about how they have huge breasts." He turned to Nickolette and Hilde. "How big were the boobies?" He received a smack on the side of the head from Charles.
"I wasn't looking at her chest," Nickolette said and glanced at her arm. When she had arrived the scratch marks had turned dark green. The skin around the area was gray and swollen and the veins were turning a greenish yellow.
"That little strumpet got you good," Hilde said. "I wonder why she targeted you?"
"She had to be working with that traitor bitch."
"The Viking's child," the refined voice of Russell was heard before their king entered the room. "How are you feeling, Nicolette?"
"Still hurts but not as much."
"Succubae are nasty bunch," Russell continued as he made his way over to Charles and Bucky. "Their claws tend to make mortals aroused but are poison to us. Came across them and Incubi several times in my existence. This is the only way to cure their poison." He smiled before he observed the potion. "That should do it, don't forget to take a few spare leaves, slather some on and cover the wound before she drinks it."
"I will do that," Charles said as he grabbed some of the mint leaves and dipped it in the potion. "Thank you, your majesty."
"Don't need to thank me," Russell said as the potion was poured into a glass. "I'm still in your gratitude for digging me out, course I shouldn't be too surprised. My golden boy always did impress me."
"Forgive me for leaving," Nicolette said as her king placed the leaves over the scratches. She cringed from the cool sensation followed by the burn.
"Now don't you be apologizing for trying to take back what is yours." He handed her the goblet. "Though I'm a bit disappointed that you didn't bring him in the first place."
"Forgive me your highness but I was afraid you would kill him on sight." She drank down the potion as fast as she could.
"His head aint the one I want to tear into pieces." The ancient vampire pressed his hands together. "Now it's true I did want to drain the reverend dry when he was a human. He was the enemy but my Ammon is brilliant as always." He tapped the side of his head. "Always thinking ahead. He knew we needed new blood so to speak and a great way to get rid of an enemy is turn him into one of us."
"I tried to condition him. To make him appreciate what he was and to embrace his nature. We both drained a lesser who tried to force himself on another."
"Good job, darling. Still needs more work it seems. We should take a page from my Ammon. We will all become Makers."
"Except for me," Bucky said.
"Well of course, except for you. You can become a daddy the old fashion way."
"Where will we find them?" Charles asked.
"Got to be plenty at these fangbanger clubs. We all make the proposal and bring them here."
"And once we have our army?" Charles asked.
"We will take on the Authority but first I need to take care of my craving for revenge."
Bon Temps
Sookie had changed into her lavender pajamas with pictures of cartoon kittens printed on them but she was not tired. She wasn't sure if she wanted to watch any television. There was a good chance a Christmas commercial will appear on screen and she did not want to think about Christmas until after Thanksgiving.
"Thanksgiving," Sookie said as she grabbed a notepad that was from her living room. She had managed to get a lot of things from her house besides the clothes and toiletries. She had managed to rescue a good amount of dishes from the kitchen. She also grabbed books, videos and DVD's, her radio, CD's, jewelry and some extra sheets, blankets and pillows.
She wrote down Home Improvement on the top of the pad and listed everything that she was going to need. First would be to repair the walls and foundation, followed by floor, then cabinets, appliances both big and small, new large plastic bowls that were good for storage and mixing and new curtains for the windows.
"Whoo," Jason exclaimed as he emerged from the basement. "I'm gonna need a cold one for sure."
"Sweet Jesus Shepherd of Judea," Sookie sighed.
"I aint apologizing for things getting intense." He grabbed a small dishtowel and mopped off some of the sweat.
"I don't re about that," Sookie said and she flipped the page over. "I don't wanna hear about how much you are enjoying it. Can you cool it on the sound effects, please?"
"That I will work on." He twisted off the cap from the bottle and took a long swig. "Wacha writing?"
"Just making lists." Sookie wrote down Thanksgiving on the second note. "For the house and Thanksgiving."
"That's my sis. You always plan ahead. Will it just be the three of us?"
"I was thinking of inviting Tara and Lafayette." She wrote down some of the food they would be having so far she had turkey, stuffing, gravy, biscuits, and green beans.
"The more the merrier," Jason said and headed back to the direction of the basement only stopping halfway and smacking the side of his head. "Nearly forgot." He dashed back to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of Tru Blood and stuck it in the microwave.
"Bill is going to be pleased with you," Sookie said. Damn just saying his name reminded her how much she missed him and Eric. "How did you convince her to drink from the bottle?"
"We both kind of agreed on it. This Russell has his forces sneaking around and it might not be safe for Jessica to look for people to bite."
Sookie nodded. "She still not a fan of it."
"Nope. Hey did you know there is something called True Bl'orange"
"What is that?"
"Some drink made with juice from oranges but it's red. So I'm thinking it's like red orange juice." Jason took another swig from his bottle as the microwave beeped. He took the warm bottle with him and headed back for the basement. "I promise not to broadcast."
"I appreciate it," Sookie said as she wrote down more on her list. She added mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, cranberry sauce, wine, pickles, olives and other garnishes for nibbling on while the main meal was cooking and of course pie.
She thought about making more lists for ingredients needed for the meal and she wasn't sure if Jason had good tablemats or a table cloth. Gran kept all the fine china and other fancy dinner dress up stuff in storage near the kitchen and Sookie had checked but the linens were ruined. She did save the china and she wondered if it would be a good idea to keep the fine silverware since it was silver.
There was other stuff she needed to do even with a limited amount of guests. She wasn't sure what it will be. Cleaning was an obvious one and so were groceries and tableware but there were a few other things that were chewing at the back of her head and it bothered her that she couldn't think of it. Was this the first sign she was getting old? It will come to her, but in the meantime she could kick back with a nice book.
The room she was sleeping in was the guest room and used previously by Hoyt. Sookie had removed the plain coverings and replaced it with sheets and blankets from her house. She had hung up some of the clothes that Maxine Fortenberry had washed for her and put the rest in the drawers. There was some shelf space and she put the books she brought on them.
A tree branch was tapping against the glass and sent a shiver down Sookie's back. There was nothing to be afraid of. She was not alone and one of the other people in the house was a vampire and Sookie knew how to use a shotgun. She was not afraid of a simple tree.
"Sooookie." A voice was heard outside the window. No it was the wind. It had to be the wind, except the wind never called her name.
Sookie swallowed a gulp and turned to face the window and nearly fell backwards when she saw Eric staring back at her. A flood of emotions ran over her. Fear was quickly replaced with annoyance and then happiness followed by worried. She opened the window and placed her hands on her hips.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you," Eric said with a smile.
"Does Bill know you are here?"
"No and I don't care."
"Are you not afraid of the Authority?" She cannot believe he would do something this stupid just to see her.
"We are one of the lower priorities right now. I spoke with Godric again."
"His ghost came back?"
"I was on a different plane with him in here." He pointed at his head. "We need to find Ismene."
"Ismene?" Sookie blinked. She was certain she had heard that name before and it came back to her. It was the same as character in a Greek tragedy.
"The maker of Godric's maker. He led me to believe she can help."
"Where the heck am I supposed to find her?" Sookie asked. She wasn't sure if she should be annoyed with Eric showing up here like this and asking for her to look for Ismene.
"I need to have all those on our side looking for her," Eric said.
"I'm not exactly sure if we are on the same side right now." She could never be sure with Eric.
"Are you against Russell?"
"Of course I am. What kind of a question is that?"
"Then we are on the same side."
"Maybe you should go back to your hiding spot right now." She wasn't sure what she was feeling or what she should be feeling.
"I wanted to see you again. It was getting to me."
"I'm sorry but you said it yourself that it wasn't safe." She had no idea how to make him leave. She certainly can't rescind an invitation for just standing outside the window. "I'll tell Pam to give you my number. Just please go now."
"I will go since you asked." He sadly turned away.
Sookie didn't wait to watch him bolt off in vampire fashion. She threw herself to the bed and tried not to cry.
A/N: There is a real drink called Tru Blood that is based on the drink from the books and movies and it is made of carbonated blood orange juice. I haven't seen any in stores but you can order it online.
I decided to play around with the supernatural kitchen and have a succubus attack Nicolette. There is a reason why this particular succubus attacked her.