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Chapter Eleven

The Wehrwolf Organization

Sookie woke up with a heavy head. She had a feeling somebody had smashed her with a hammer and there was nothing inside it now, but a humming sound.

Jesus... what happened?

She remembered leaving Heidi-Marie's place, and then there was this man... Reuben... who looked like an accountant... reaching out his hand... and then she smelt something sweet and tasted something burning and yet sweet...and that was it.

She looked around. She was on a bed, in a room without a window. Beside the bed, was a table with a staple of books. Their distressing covers told her, none of them was new. Some steps, away from the table, was the door. She could get off the bed, walk to this door and leave this place!

If Eric had been willing to drag her here without her consent, what else had he done to her... and what else would he do?

Panicking, Sookie looked at her body. She didn't wear her clothes anymore, but somebody else's, a khaki gentleman's shirt and brown trousers. Jesus, now she looked like one of those Hitler Youth members! Where were her clothes and who had changed them?

Softly the door opened.

"You woke up already." Eric widened the door, smiling. He wore his uniform; everything was in black, include the cap with a skull on it.

Anguish overtook her. She didn't know why she felt that way. A man who was willing to make a woman unconscious only to take her to his place was capable of doing anything else, except decent behavior! She should not expect anything different from him!

"What?" he continued smiling. "It's in your best interest."

"My best interest?" she felt her blood rush to her head. "You dragged me here, poisoned me and god knows what you had done to me! Excuse me, if I fail to see what good it is for me!"

"I am protecting you. Your vampire friend won't be able to stop the evil werewolves and trust me, no vampires will do, except, of course, if you offer them...," his blue eyes ran to her body, "...something, they will."

That's it. She thought. This bastard should not be let to continue looking down on her. Without being able to control herself, she jumped to him. "You bastard!" she yelled.

Surprised by the sudden attack, Eric moved backward, wiggled himself and fell to the floor, with her on top of him. "You bastard!" again, she yelled. Hitting his chest, she continued cursing him.

"Sookie...," he caught her hands. "Listen...,"

But Sookie didn't listen. She didn't want to listen and she wasn't going to!

Eric tightened his hand and with one roll, he was on top of her.

The coldness that came from the floor crept on her back. Quite strange, she didn't feel the same way about Eric's hands, which were now pinning hers down to the floor. They were separated only by some inches. She could feel Eric's knee touch her thighs, and the eyes that were mostly cold and expressionless, now were blazing. 'Clack', and out of thin air, two fangs rose from his mouth.

"It's all in your best interest," his voice was growling. "I had to take you here because I don't want the werewolves to find out that you know me. And I have to get rid of your clothes, otherwise they will be able to smell you. If I wanted to have you in my bed, Sookie Stackhouse, I would simply take you."

He's telling you the truth.

A clear woman's voice suddenly filled her ears.

Sookie looked around. There was nobody there, except them. Whose voice was that?

You have to take the advantage. Again, that voice told her. He likes you; you have to convince him to protect you.

"How?" Sookie asked.

"How what?" asked Eric. "How do they smell you, or how do I take you?"

How should you convince him to protect you? Asked the woman's voice. He must taste you, and you must taste him.

Taste him? Yuck. Never.

Don't be stubborn, Sookie. Kiss him.

"No!" Sookie shook her head.

Eric lifted his eyebrow. He looked confused.

Listen to me, Sookie. He must be convinced. Kiss him and bite his lips. You have to drink his blood.

"Let me go," said Sookie, trying to ignore the voice in her head. She would never drink any vampire's blood, let alone Eric's!

"Promise not to hit me again... and listen to me?"

Say yes.

"Yes."

"Good girl," said Eric.

Good girl, said the woman.

At the same time.

Eric lifted his hands. And at the moment he was doing it, the woman spoke again. Kiss him. Now.

Sookie wanted to refuse. There was no way she was going to kiss a man, first. But Eric was not just a man, he was also a vampire. One thing for which she was thankful, she could not read his mind, because if she could, she was not sure if she would be able to stand the sound of his head now. His stare was hard; as hard as the way he had stared at her when they were at Heidi-Marie's house. Those icy blue eyes were like a set of javelins, stabbed her straight at her heart, made her unable to breathe.

Don't waste our time, Sookie. Kiss him, now. Before his maker knows it.

His maker... the one who had attacked Debbie?

Yes. Don't let him find out.

Sookie closed her eyes. So be it. She grabbed his neck and kissed him. First, she was not sure how to do it for she had never kissed a man before. But when their lips met, both she and he were shocked. She was shocked because his lips were as cold as ice; and he was shocked because... Sookie wasn't sure. Was he shocked because her kiss was bad, or was it because he had never expected it?

He drew his face away from her. Only for a moment, then he kissed her back. His hand held her head, and then gently put her down on the floor. Sookie gasped as she felt something hard poking her thigh. But then, she didn't care. She never thought it would be good to have another body closed to hers. A hard, cold body, but still, it was sending heat all over her.

Sookie heard the sound of their kissing, rough and greedy; however, she didn't feel his fangs. She knew they were there, but Eric must have kissed hundreds or even thousands of women...

Bite him.

"W-what...?" she mumbled.

Eric lifted his face. "I didn't say anything," he said. His face was not expressionless anymore. His eyes were glinting and was it only her... or his fangs were getting longer and bigger... and the hard thing on her thighs was now getting harder... and when he moved slowly, rubbing it on them, Sookie felt her body tingling; her face was hot.

Eric smiled. Not the usual smile he gave her, but a tender and gentle smile as if he understood it was her first time, encouraging her to do more. She caressed his face. "You're a vampire...," she sighed. Her first man... was not exactly a man.

"Since a long ago," then, he kissed her again. Like before, his kisses were rough and greedy. She felt her heart beat faster and faster; her skin was becoming aware of the movement he made. She gasped and moaned, as his hip ground against hers. God... she thought, God.., The room became a blur, but Eric's face became clearer, and slowly there was nothing else there, except his face, his body, his touch. Slowly she opened her legs, and held him tightly as she felt Eric's limb was getting harder.

You have to bite him. You have to have his blood run in your body.

How? she thought.

Bite his lips until they bleed.

Sookie buried her hand in his hair, and did what the woman said.

"Argh," Eric growled and lifted his face. His eyes were blazing, but he had a smile. "You like playing rough, don't you?" A red line appeared on his lower lips and slowly flowed down. As the blood was dropping, and Sookie was about to open her mouth...

"ERIC!"

A loud yell made Eric jump.

Sookie got up and groaned as she saw nobody was there. She had been dreaming! She rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was in the same room like in her dream and dressed the same, too. But she was still on the bed. The door was closed, and Eric wasn't there.

Jesus, what a dream!

Knock, knock!

Sookie looked at the door. Should she open it?

Knock, knock!

Again, this time it was louder.

"Miss Stackhouse...,"

A man was at the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Reuben."

Him! The one who knocked her out!

"Mr. Eric wishes to see you."

Mr. Eric wishes to see you? How noble of him!

She got down of the bed and opened the door. The killer-accountant stood solemnly at the door. She looked at his thick framed eyes, and tried to get into his head, but there was nothing. It's like he didn't think.

"Back off," she said. "And raise your hands so I can see them!"

Reuben did what she said. In his head, he mumbled something in a strange German, she couldn't tell what he actually said, and when he continued talking in his head, she wasn't even sure anymore if it was German.

"I don't have to explain to you, Miss Stackhouse, but Mr. Eric's time is limited. It's either you see him now, or you won't like the things I will do."

"Stay away from me!" she said.

He shrugged his shoulder and walked away from her. "I'd follow me if I were you," he said. "You don't want to make Mr. Eric and Mr. Godric wait."

Oh, hell! Sookie screamed inside her head. Those vampires... if she managed to lay her hand on a stake, she would bury it in their chests, she swore!

Grudgingly, Sookie followed Reuben. They walked through a long corridor of green cyan walls. Nobody was there. She could hear voices from somebody's heads somewhere... she didn't know exactly where. Some of them were deep, and some of them were echoed. Werewolves... there were werewolves... in this building... somewhere.

After passing six or seven doors, which looked alike, Reuben opened the next door they saw.

"Miss Stackhouse, Mr. Godric," he said.

"Come in, please," a soft voice greeted her.

Reuben widened the door and gave her a sign to enter. Sookie entered the room and turned her head around when the door was closed.

"I am sorry we have to meet this way, Sookie."

Sookie turned to the sound of the voice. Sitting at the table was a man, dressed up in a black uniform. His cap, which was also black, was on the table. The skull symbol, at the center of the hat, was silvery and gleaming.

He was young – or looked young. Like other vampires, he was pale. However, the pale gray eyes he had and the absense of any feelings in those eyes, made him look even paler. Sookie stood some steps away from him; she didn't know why, but she felt suddenly cold, very cold. She had met a lot of vampires, but none of them had this kind of aura. There was a wall, which was unseen but she could feel it, thick surrounding him; separating him from anybody or anything else. And the emptiness she saw in his eyes, it was as if she was staring at an abyss, a deep dark abyss, where unknown creatures lurked in its darkness, waiting for the right moment to do damage.

"My name is Godric," he said.

"I know," she said. "Colonel Godric Dane."

"Yes, that's my human name," he said. "But since we both know I am not a human, you can call me Godric."

"Sookie Stackhouse."

"So I heard."

Silence.

The grandfather clock, which was stood in the corner, ticked slowly. Its sound filled in the room, which was already heavy with tense.

"I also heard you look for a werewolf."

"That's right."

"Alcide Herveaux," he said, with a slightly higher voice.

Sookie looked at him. He knew Alcide, and something in his voice told her, he was bothered by it. "You knew him," she said.

Now, those eyes showed something. A weak flicker, but clear enough for Sookie to see.

"What did you do to him?"

"Saving his life, if he listened to me. Obviously, he didn't."

"What?"

"I met him some months ago, and I warned him to leave Berlin. Obviously, he doesn't. How did you know I knew him?"

"I don't believe you. You must...," before she could finish her sentence, she felt strong wind push her backward. She blinked and found herself leaned back against the wall with Godric stood in front of her.

"How did you know I knew him?" Again, his voice was a little higher and the flicker in his eyes was stronger.

"Godric...,"

Eric's voice made Sookie turn to the source. Eric stood not far from them. The door was wide open. The vampires and their express movement, Sookie swore, one day, it would be the death of hers. If it wasn't because of their strength, then it would be because her heart stopped working due to the shock it had received!

"Answer me."

"I am not your child!" Sookie said, "Or your slave!"

"You are not, indeed. Therefore, I wouldn't hesitate to end your pitiful life, right here, right now. So don't tempt me."

Sookie felt her blood boiling. She looked at Eric, and when she saw that vampire turn his face away from her, the blood was rushing faster to her head. "I am not afraid of the likes of you. I am a messenger of a vampire king. Doing me any harm will mean to declare war against his empire. And we both know you can't afford to have a war against another kingdom, seeing how you are busy helping humans eliminating another human race!"

"We don't," said Eric. "We are...," he looked at Godric, and when Godric didn't react, he continued, "...trying to intercept a plan."

"What plan?"

"A plan that involves werewolves."

"Which is?"

"You don't need to know. It will be too dangerous for you...,"

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Sookie interrupted Eric. "I already know about the Nazi werewolves!"

"Nazi werewolves?" both vampires looked at each other. For a short moment Sookie thought they would burst into laughter or at least a smirk, but she was wrong. Godric moved away from her and murmured something. Sookie caught a word or two, which sounded oddly familiar to her. It was not Norwegian, but it was similar. "You're from Scandinavia," the words came out of her mouth before she was able to stop.

"No," there was a smile on that pale face. "But Eric is."

"You understand the Scandinavian language?" asked Eric.

"A little," she said. "My host is a Norwegian," or at least she thought that's where Arnie came from.

"So I heard," said Godric.

"You heard a lot," said Sookie cynically.

"I have ears," Godric walked to his seat and sat down. "But you are new in town, and you already knew about Nazi Werewolves and my relationship with Alcide Herveaux."

Sookie realized, Godric didn't want to let the subject go. She knew, she had to lay her cards on the table, open. Godric was not a kind of vampire you want to mess with. He might not move or speak a lot, but Sookie knew, that skinny body could break her into pieces with only one movement if he wanted to. "I didn't know about your relationship with Alcide." she said. "I could hear it in your voice."

"You could hear it in his voice?" Eric walked to her. As he was closer to her, Sookie's face was hot when she saw his lips. There was a bite mark on the lower part... the part, which she had bitten. But it was only a dream...wasn't it?

Their eyes met. Those lips formed a smile and his eyes teased her. "I wonder what else you can do,"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I can't glamour you, that's one thing for sure; and you seem to have a big influence on everybody, especially the werewolves."

"Look, I told you; the reason I am helping Alcide is because I owe his father my life!"

"I am not talking about Alcide," Eric hissed. "I am talking about the werewolves in this building."

"What's with them?"

"You don't seem too surprised," said Godric. He leaned on the back of his chair. His hands formed a triangle.

"What? That you have werewolves working for you? My king has some of them...," that was a lie. Yes, King Russell had some werewolves work for him, but they were never in the same building. In fact, as far as she knew, King Russell never invited the werewolves inside his mansion. Every time he wanted to have a word with Mr. Herveaux, he asked Mr. Herveaux to come to his Garden house.

"Then you know we normally don't want to have them around us," said Eric. Now, he was sitting on the edge of the table. His long legs were crossing. "You knew there were some werewolves in this building."

"Yes. You just told me."

"No, you had known it, before I told you."

Silence again.

Those two vampires were now looking at her with narrowed eyes. She had to be careful with anything she was going to say. It's obvious she was dealing with vampires who knew a lot and probably had lived for a very long time. They would be able to tell the difference between lies and truth with no problem at all.

"What is it that you want?" she finally said. "You didn't kidnap me because you want to have a conversation with me, did you?"

"I didn't kidnap you," said Eric.

Sookie rolled her eyes. "Oh really? Is that the way you invite ladies to your place?"

Eric sniffed, but Godric smiled.

"This place's secrecy must be kept," said Godric, still smiling. "I won't call Reuben a gentleman, but then again, neither is Eric. He still has a lot of things to learn."

Eric's lips were tight, and his smirk was gone. However, he nodded.

"Only a few people knew about Nazi werewolves," said Godric. "The very high ranking officers, us, and a very small number of people. And now you."

Sookie looked at Godric. "Certainly they are not known with that name," she said in disbelief. "It is only a made-up name...,"

"More or less. Its real name is Die Organization Wehrwolf, but for some it's also known as Nazi Werewolf. What did Mr. Herveaux tell you, exactly?"

"What did Alcide Herveaux tell you?"

They looked at each other. For a moment, just for a moment, those pale gray eyes blinked. Then, they stared at her coldly. "Alcide worked for Otto Skorzeny – a Waffen SS Untersturmführer to train civilian to be werewolf agents for some months. Before that, he had worked for me, and only with my recommendation could he work for Skorzeny."

That was too easy, and it couldn't be the only way Alcide knew about the Nazi werewolves. "Who is this Skorzeny?"

"A member of Hitler's Leibstandarte regiment."

"A member of Hitler's bodyguards...are you saying that Hitler has something to do with it?"

"I don't know," Godric said. "What I heard, the organization is still an idea... it's not yet formed."

"But they are recruiting?"

"They are. Himmler wants to form the elite members first, before he introduces the organization to Hitler."

"Himmler?"

"Heinrich Himmler, the leader of Reichsfuhrer-SS. A person, who is very close to Hitler. When he introduces the concept, I have no doubt that Hitler will agree."

"Werewolves as a Nazi's elite force...," Sookie felt her legs weak and her head started spinning. "What next...?"

Eric got down from the table, took a chair and asked her to sit down.

"How do you know all of this?"

"Let's say, I know a person, who knows Hitler's trusted person," he said. "As long as neither of you get any contact to this person, my plan will go as it should be." A long pause, and then, "What did Herveaux say to you?"

"His son – Alcide – told him, he has information about Nazi-werewolf, a group of werewolves, which was owned and led by a vampire...," she looked at Godric, and then Eric. "...but it's not entirely true...,"

"What else did he say?"

"That's all," she sighed. That's all. However, it didn't add up. Something was not right.

"And yet," Godric's voice made her raise her head. "You come here, trying to save a werewolf. I don't know whether I should call you naïve or confident," he smiled.

"I owe him my life."

"Human," Godric got up. "I've lived this long only to be surprised by them. You have a valor that should be considered, young lady."

It was strange to be called 'young lady' by somebody who looked much younger than herself; however, she nodded. "Thank you."

"It's almost morning," he said. "You should have some rest," he walked away. "We will speak again tomorrow."

"Godric...," she said.

Godric stopped walking.

"I don't know much about werewolves and vampires; but as far as I know, both of you are rarely getting along. How can werewolves let themselves to be led and owned by a vampire?"

Godric turned around. His pale face was hardened. "I have the same question."

"Have you ever met them?"

"No."

Debbie's face flashed in front of her eyes. "My friend did. She said, they have red eyes and smell like maned wolves."

"Maned wolf? What is a maned wolf?" asked Eric.

"You don't know what a maned wolf is?"

Eric lifted his eyebrow. "I might have been living forever, but it doesn't mean I know everything."

Sookie told them what Sam and Debbie had told her about maned wolves. "My friends told me that they smelt like somebody who smoke marijuana." Smell like a skunk, Sam said. A combination of rotten eggs, burnt rubber and garlic;a bitter putrid smell, which lingers for a long time.

Godric and Eric looked at each other. "Marijuana...?" Godric murmured. "It can be...,"

"What?"

"I can't answer right now," said Godric. "Do stay here, Sookie. Please. We'll talk again tomorrow." Then, before Sookie was able to say anything, Godric was not there anymore.

Sookie sighed. What had she got herself into?

"Don't do that."

Sookie looked at Eric. That big vampire looked uncomfortable.

"What?"

"Sighing," he sat on the edge of the table again, facing her. "I could misunderstand it."

"As what?"

"As an invitation to bite you."

She looked at his lips. The bite mark was gone already. "What happened to you...?" she touched her own lips.

"A dream."

She felt her heart jolt. "I thought vampires could heal easily," she got up and was about to walk away, when Eric said.

"You had the same dream, didn't you?"

Sookie twisted her own fingers, raised her head and prayed Eric didn't catch any difference in her voice. "What dream?"

"Pity," he said, "that you ask."

They shared the same dream, and somehow what she had done in the dream happened to Eric in reality. Her heart beat more and more crazily. She trembled. What happened if she had drunk his blood, even when it was only a drop? "Eric?"

"Yes?"

"Your blood... if a human drinks your blood... what will happen to her?"

Silence.

Again, the sound of the Grandfather clock filled in the room. However, this time, the sound of her heartbeat seemed to be louder.

"If she's not wounded, she'll gain some strength; her senses will get sharper. She can hear, smell and see better. If she's wounded, her wounds will heal faster."

"Will she be addicted it to it?"

"No."

"Can the vampire protect her?"

"Why do you ask?" suddenly, Eric was standing in front of her, leaning toward her.

"Can he?" she raised her face. Now, they were eye to eye.

"Yes."

"How?"

"He can feel her, sense her...," his hand was beside her face; his fingers started moving, but they didn't touch her.

"Why did Godric order you not to touch me?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Why? Do you want me to touch you?"

"No...," her voice was low and sombre.

Slowly, he raised his body. "Morning is coming," he said. His voice was low, almost like a whisper. "We'd better try to catch some sleep, and whatever you do in the day time, Sookie; don't leave the building."