Er ist ein Gott

by Emperor Vanquest

A Harry Potter from Ch. 16 of my Ficlet file travels to the TB Universe to explore his powers. His arrival and actions certainly shake things up. Potential SS Relationships in line with the show, not Sookie centric. Primary focus on Harry, Godric, and Eric as well as the various "villains" of the show. Extreme AU, many OC. Need a Beta.

2. Chapter 2

Harry Potter x True Blood - Er ist ein Gott

Synopsis: This will be a fic of a fic so to speak….my Harry Potter from Ch. 14-17, Age of Apocalypse, will be transported to Bon Temps to embrace his newfound Divinity.

Chapter Setting: Earth, 2008 to start, then from there.

Characters: Harry Potter, True Blood O/C.

Disclaimer: No profit is sought, or accepted, in the publication of this fanfiction. It is purely being written and shared for enjoyment; no remunerations are accepted or expected by the author. All right, privileges, and copyrights belong to their respective holders/owners. I freely admit to having been on a Harry Potter X over kick the last few months, and will try to give special thanks to authors who inspired me on my bio page. Until then, however, if you see something similar too another author of this genre, please point it out to me and I will check my notes as to whether or not I could have accidentally modeled my characters, names, places, events after another.

Please enjoy and review with your comments, critiques.

WARNING: Crass Humor, Naughty Time Humor (no lemons), Sexual Innuendo, and Really bad Puns contained in this installment. Also….LOOOOOTs of Gay Jokes.

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Chapter 04. - A Year Later

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February 12, 2009, Bon Temps, LA, USA

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"Jeezus Fuckin Christ!" Detective Andy Bellefluer grumbled as he pulled up to the scene in his new Black F-150 Police Truck, decaled and decked out with the Renard Parish Sheriff's Logo, and Sheriff Dearborn's name.

It was Andy's pride and joy, and a result of increased tax revenues from Mr. Potter's Liquor business finally taking off and his taxes coming due.

The crime scene, just off one of the unnamed dirt roads leading into the swamps near Bon Temps, was positively swarming with his, new, fellow deputies and detectives as well as honest to god crime scene analysts not from the state; it was another wonderful addition to their department that Mr. Potter had brought about.

"Hey Lucius!" he called walking over to his rookie partner.

"We got a god damn 'notha one," Lucius said from his crouching position over the blood soaked sheet that obviously hit a body….another one.

"Got-damn it!" he cursed before walking over to one of the crime techs that were analyzing puncture wounds from the victim they'd obviously just taken.

"What have we got Steve," he asked with some authority as Senior Detective on site.

"White female of indeterminate age, early to mid twenties at most, split from genitals to chest with organs removed; no indications of head trauma or injury," he responded as the pictures began showing, in order taken, the victim clothed, then with her shirt lifted to show the hollow cavity her body had become.

"Fucking shit," he cursed slowly.

"I can't believe we got another one Andy," Lucius' deep baritone began.

"How many is this Sir," Steve spoke up.

"This is the third homicide that shows some desecration of the body post mortem….was there blood found here," Andy asked hoping that the tech would tell him yes and abate his fear.

Steve consulted his notes before replying in the negative.

Andy walked away cussing as he went back to his car to grab his hand held.

"What's up Andy….this is more broody than usual for you," Lucius called as he jogged to catch up to his partner.

Taking his radio from its cup holder, Andy dialed in the Sheriff's frequency.

"Bud, it's Bellefluer…come back," he called propping on the door of his truck and looking with sorrow, disgust, and anger across his face at what had been done to the young woman under the sheet flapping in the spring wind.

A few seconds late the Sheriff Replied.

"Go ahead Andy."

"Bud I'm on site near Catfish Cove," he said giving the local nickname for the particular swamp they were near, "and you need to come see this. Are you en route, over?"

"ETA's five minutes Andy."

"Turn on ya hazards and get here in two boss, over and out."

"What's wrong Bellefluer," Lucius called out as Andy began marching back to the corpse and looking intently around the scene.

"What do you see rookie….put that fancy degree in criminal justice and psychology to use and tell me what's here," he said moving back and pointing to the body.

"Umm….a dead white woman? We gonna call in the national guard?" the proud 'red-bone' and cocky young man attempted at humor.

Andy growled in frustration.

"Think back to those two girl found out near the interstate a year ago…the Jane Does out near Loggy Bayou. What's different between them then, and this Jane Doe now," Andy asked reaching down to remove the sheet completely from the body.

"This woman's got her clothes still," Lucius began slowly.

"Them ladies before didn't."

"Those had multiple stab wounds to the back and wore a Columbian neck-tie."

"Right. Good, good….but 'ya missin the biggest thang Lucius," Andy interrupted.

"Where's all this woman's blood," he said pointing around the body, and lifting it to show brown dirt beneath it.

"She got on blood soaked clothes," he continued, "and there's no blood here. What does that mean boi?"

"She been moved," Lucius exclaimed.

"Steve," Andy called out and the lab tech came on over.

"Yes Sir Detective."

"This is where the body was dumped…our crime scene is somewhere else; be sure you check the body for fibers, soil samples, and run a full investigation by the book on this one. She deserves that much," he said before draping the body once more just as Sheriff Bud drove up in his Black SUV.

"What'ya need me fer Andy," Bud began jumping out of the car, decked out in his new black polo and khakis having given up field work with the large increase of Deputies he'd seen in his department.

Administrative life had calmed the ornery old man somewhat, but his long years of service were still weighing heavily upon him.

"Steve set up the laptop and show the Sheriff the victim please," Andy mumbled out as Steve took off to fetch his laptop.

After Bud had been shown the photos and been given and initial report by Steve, he turned to Andy expectantly.

"And why did that mean I had to rush to get here Bellefluer," he asked.

"A year ago we dealt with two women that were found near the swamps with multiple stab wounds and their insides pulled out. Now we got a woman been gutted like a fish and there's no blood on scene," he said once more lifting the body and showing the sheriff the clean dirt beneath it.

"We've got a serial killer in Bon Temps," Andy began very seriously and locking eyes with Bud, "and he's stepped up his game over the last year."

"Fuck," Bud cursed.

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"Miles away and nearer to Bon Temps, Harry stood on his grounds in a warm tweed suit along with Pascal as they oversaw the erection of the light poles and band stand that would hold the outdoor lights, and entertainment for the Valentines Dinner and Auction that Harry was throwing as a fundraiser for BTHS Band.

They needed new uniforms, equipment, a travel buss, and a complete remodel of their 'band room' that was little more than a prefab shed and dirt slab near the state of the art fieldhouse of the football team.

Harry had committed to matching, and tripling, any money that they raised off the $20 catered dinner for two that the'd be having on his grounds followed by a night of dinner and dancing with the old-fashioned swing band.

"This is going to be quite fun," Pascal spoke up as he and several others continued to swarm around the lawn placing tiki torches of brass, arranging stone urns to hold decorative bouquets of flowers, and coal braziers that would be helping to abate the cold that was likely coming in.

"Tighten that line," one of the workers called from overhead as the rinished securing the lines to the poles where the massive canvass tent would drape.

"Right on it," someone shouted from their own ladder back at the other man.

"I think this is going to be quite fun," a new voice said walking up to the duo clearly amused.

"Oh really," Harry said with a smile of his own as he turned and observed Godric coming toward him, in a crisp white linen suit with pastel shirt as though he were straight out of Miami Vice.

"The only thing you're missing is a fruity drink and shoulder holster," Harry said with a smirk as Godric sidled up to him and circled his waste drawing nearer to the man for his warmth.

"It's such a beautiful day," the shorter man said with a goofy grin.

"I see someone's Happy," Harry said with a smirk as he brushed a lock of hair from Godric's brow.

"King Richard has called twice already," Godric began slowly as he began to sway gently to the strains of a song only he could hear.

"Gah,' Harry replied making his thoughts on the vampire king of Texas very clear.

"When will he accept you've retired…," he complained.

"It's not like you didn't give proper notice….he's had over a year to find a suitable candidate for you….even if you are the best and impossible to replace," Harry said with a smile and placing a small kiss on the crown of Godric's head.

"Flattery will get you everyone Mr. Potter," Godric said as his pulse quickened the more he breathed in Harry's delicious scent.

"I guess you'll have a date to the fundraiser after all my lord," Pascal's dry tone carried over the noise of the golf carts and kowasaki mules in the distance hauling trailers of equipment coming ever closer.

"Start dressing the tables," he trailed off and walked away from the two lovers, addressing other member of the house staff that were tasked with draping red covers on the small tables and chairs that would add to the ambiance of the dinner.

"Not that I'm ungrateful that you're here Godric," Harry began, "but does this mean you'll be accepting my invitation to move in….permanently?" he asked with some hope in his voice.

Godric was quiet as he observed the frantic pace of activities as the warmth of the sun was suddenly blocked and the thick khaki canvas of the massive tent was stretched into place.

"Lights!" someone called and suddenly the strung lights and hanging chandeliers were aglow around and above them.

"If," Godric said taking in the brilliance around him, "the offer still extends to my children and theirs as well," Godric spoke with hope.

Harry spun the smaller man around before locking him in a deep and passionate kiss.

"Of course darling," He said with a smile as he traced circles around the vampires cheeks with his thumb.

"They're your family…and they'll be my family as well," he finished with a smile.

Tears of happiness, actual human tears, welled in Godric's eyes.

"I don't know that I will ever grow accustomed to being so emotional," he said choking back a sob as he wiped his eyes.

"It will eventually level out Godric," Harry said while soothing his companion.

"Have you made any progress yet on finding the right formula for gifting young vampires my love," he asked thinking of their situation with Pam.

"I've not yet worked out a way to reduce my blood's effects in such a manner that I'd risk experimenting on those younger than 500 years….especially as the process was much more violent for Eric," Harry replied.

"I don't see though how I'll get around it….she may just have to wait and bide her time," Harry said with a frown.

"Give it time," Godric said leaning into Harry's shoulder while pressed to his side.

"Tweed is so unbecoming of you," the voice of Eric suddenly spoke as the much more relaxed, and smiling man, said as he walked into the tent, and laid a kiss on each of Harry's cheeks, before bowing in respect to his maker.

"My lord," Emily, a maid called from his side holding a silver beverage tray with a bottle of Castle Hill Honey Mead and three glasses before placing them on one of the tables.

"Gemma thank you so much," Harry smiled.

"Here we are: two years old and finally some familiar flavors," he said with a smile pouring Eric and Godric each two fingers of the drink as he eagerly anticipated trying out the beverage.

"Sales for what we bottled last year have launched to much success," Harry said slowly, "and I've already approved Andrew's proposal to expand mead production from 5,000 to 25,000 barrels a year, and the construction of another distillery that will make 10,000 barrels of what we're going to call our "reserve" label," he finished with a smile.

"That popular my love?" Godric asked.

"Production currently can't meet demand, and we're down to our last 2,000 barrels, apart from the 200 I've stored in the Palace's cellar," Harry replied.

"I expect you'll be contracting with more bee keepers soon then," Eric said sniffing the golden liquid and sighing in appreciation at the complex bouquet it presented.

"Cheers," Harry said clinking glasses with the other two before he downed his beverage.

The taste of summer, of flowers, and sweet honey burned into their taste buds.

"But to answer your question Eric; yes."

"My lord I hate to interrupt," Pascal spoke with a phone pressed to his ear, "but there's an urgent matter that needs your immediate attention."

The grim expression he wore immediately brought a sense of unease and foreboding to Harry.

Reaching out and taking the offered phone, he began with a neural tone.

"I'm listening."

"The illustrious Harry Potter," a female voice began. "How nice to finally hear your voice."

"You have me at a disadvantage Madam."

Harry sat down his glass and with a nod the four began making their way back to the house.

"No; it's you who have disadvantaged me. A being such as yourself should have presented yourself to my court immediately upon entering my territory, but here we are two years later and I find out through the grapevine you're playing favorites with my subjects."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"I'm sending along a formal invitation for you to attend my Spring Session of Court and for you to pay proper homage at that time Mr. Potter. I look forward to getting to know you, and remember: Diamonds are a Girl's best friend," the voice concluded with a click.

Harry's first reaction was to laugh at the presumptuousness of the caller.

Then his thoughts irrationally became clouded and angry, as a wind began whipping through the grounds and lightning flashed overhead from steadily darkening clouds.

"Shhh…..my love calm yourself," Godric said bringing Harry's entwined hand to his mouth and laying a tender kiss upon it.

All the while a warmth began to spread through Godric by a charm he wore around his neck; a charm which was the symbol of Freja.

It was a charm that had been with him almost as long as he'd been a vampire.

Harry's shoulders sagged as he released his anger and breathed in deeply.

The clouds cleared, but his eyes clouded over once more the same as the day he arrived.

The phone in his hand began sparking with electricity, as he poured his consciousness into it and delving into the systems and serves seeking to find who dared be so blasé with him.

"Do either of you know someone called Sophie-Ann Leclerc?" he asked as they stopped in the great hall before turning and making their way to the Library.

"She is the reigning Vampire Queen of Louisiana," Eric spoke up.

"The one that took so negatively to your retirement," Harry asked referring to the three assassination attempts which had forced the closure of Fangtasia and necessitated Eric, Pam, and Ginger's move to Potter House.

"What do you require my lord," Pascal asked taking long strides to keep up.

"I don't know yet, but I have a feeling I'll know shortly."

They quickly made their way up the steps, passing several household staff cleaning and prepping the house for the Valentine's banquet and the auction that would be held in the Great Hall after the dinner but before the festivities, and quickly entered the atrium of the Library before making their way to the library proper.

"I heard what she said," Godric spoke up.

"She will try to hurt you if you were to present yourself; I will not allow this."

"She'd never come close," Eric said speaking up.

"She said….she dared….to threated me," Harry said through clenched teeth.

"After all she's done to you," he said summoning Eric to his side and squeezing for dear life.

"I promised you both I'd protect you. I'm done playing nice with this woman….she obviously didn't get the tone of my letter."

"She's almost killed you," he said placing a palm lovingly on Eric's cheek, "and almost got our beloved Pamela. Thankfully Ginger was with you and I can conjure essence of dittany or else she'd have bled out before her leg could have been reattached."

Before Harry could continue, an alarm bell began ringing in the hallways, while the unmistakable sound of air raid sirens began sounding outside of the house.

"What in the Devil is that," Eric screamed as he and Godric pressed their hands to their ears to protect their sensitive hearing.

Without waiving his hand or incantation, two pairs of ear muffs, fuzzy pink of course, appeared in his hands and he wrestled them onto Eric and Godric who found immediate relief from the noise.

"These are wonderful," Godric said clearly relieved, if slightly louder than he'd likely intended.

"What's that siren for," Eric shouted.

Before Harry could answer the library was swarmed with security guards who began closing the windows, doors, and leading Harry and the vampires to the large fireplace.

"Move, move, move…we are condition red sir. I need you and your consorts to get to the emergency bunker," one of the guards said with weapon drawn.

Gunshots rang out from the corridor, and shouts were coming close.

Pressing a raised rose on the mantle, the fireplace began to grind and slide backward revealing a set of stairs.

"Please hurry my lord, your safety is paramount," he almost pleaded as Harry looked between the stairs and his lovers whose fangs were out and they were practically growling.

Do you smell that maker, Eric asked scenting the air.

Yes child, but we must protect our love, he replied.

He will attempt to engage them and we know not the extent of our regenerative powers; for his sake we shall seek shelter while the crisis is contained, Godric replied taking Harry's hand and beginning to lead him down into he dark passage.

A small explosion caused dust to rain down.

"Move, Move, Move!" the guard called as Eric blurred before lifting Harry, and speeding him down to the bottom of the stairs.

"Squad 3, join them NOW," the guard called as an almighty thump landed on the door of the library.

The fireplace moved back into place after 6 of the guards quickly ran down the stairs.

From his belt, the captain of the guard removed a large can of bear mace and began spraying the fireplace, the floor, and directly into the fire after closing the damper in an effort to hide the scent of his Lord and Master and his consorts.

"Take position!" he called as the door began to splinter.

"Fire at will!" he called as the door finally split and the assailants began pouring into the room with snarls and great noise.

Once the door was open the men and women assaulting the palace began shifting into wolves of all things and effectively matching the guards by their sheer number before.

It also did not help that most of the guards were attempting to incapacitate the wolves and headshots were extremely difficult.

Another explosion wracked the house before the distillery exploded sending fiery debris into the air, and into the main house starting several fires that would destroy many valuable tapestries, rooms, and be fought for hours.

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Harry and his consorts, along with their guards, made their way swiftly through a brightly lit hallway and down toward a silver door.

With a wave of his hand by Harry, the doors opened and the group made their way inside before it reappeared, and they entered a blast door of titanium with silver features.

Down there is the armory," he called to the security guards.

He reached out his senses and sensed wolves in his house.

"You'll find armor and automatic weapons with a cache of both explosive rounds and solver rounds. Kit yourselves out and then we're going to see what's happening."

"My lord…" one began only for Harry to cut him off.

"Do as I command," he snarled momentarily losing control of his temper.

"My love," Eric began trying to calm hom.

"I know that you desire to engage this enemy, but I recognize them….they are werewolves. Neither Godric nor I shall risk you.."

"And I'm not about to risk either of you," he said rounding on Eric and poking him in the chest.

"I am indestructible, but don't know if you are…I had no idea my blessing would last as long as it has, and it hasn't enhanced you apart from what we've discovered. I'm not about to risk the only two people who have touched my own soul and sing the song of my heart," he trailed off.

He abruptly turned and made his way to the same armory that the men were at and to a large bank of monitors that stood against one wall.

"Let's see what's going on then," he reviewing the feed.

There were six screens up, two that were supposed to be showing the Brewery and North Lawn, two that were showing the Kitchen Court and Terrace Court, and two that were showing the Eastern lawn.

Harry typed a few commands into the computer and suddenly the views began rotating among the different zones of his grounds.

Suddenly cameras outside the western gate activated and showed the guard slumped and lifeless.

He saw the glowing forms of what he knew to be Lila and her maids breaking the necks and easily dispatching the palace assailants, while Pascal, Bertran, and the men waged war on two fronts attempting to secure the kitchen court where most of the horde seemed to be gathered, and the lower levels where they'd begun amassing.

A wolf suddenly pounced and landed on Pascal who went down hard as two humans broke ranks and began shoving large knives into Bertran and the others.

Harry's eyes began to white over as he slipped into a rage...

"No More."

And suddenly he disapeared into a purple vortex before either Godric or Eric could stop him.

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January 27, 2009 Bon Temps, LA, US

Godric and Eric walked with Harry through the well lit, and window lined, northern wall of Potter House, from the Garden Room, through the Drawing Room, Music Room, Billiard Room, and Tapestry Room to the Green room which connected to the Northern Terrace and would allow them to exit into the grounds.

The trio traveled through warm wood paneled walls, rooms of rich red and green marbles, and even expensive cream colored silk before they made it to the Green Room.

Eric and Godric looked on in delight at how the sun played off the various colors and textures that was so muted...so dull in the incandescence of night their lives had become.

"Here we are," Harry said with a smile throwing open the gilded French Doors, and leading the way onto the terrace.

With timid steps, Godric slowly eased out into the light of day, direct sunlight, for the first time as a Vampire.

"Oh mein kind! Das ist herrlich," Godric said slipping back into the language of his youth and humanity.

Seeing nothing untoward befalling Godric, Eric slowly made his way into the light of day as well.

Immediately he noticed that of his already warm body, courtesy of the goose down vest Pascal had brought for his and Godric's use, the exposed flesh of his arms and head were warming in the direct light of the sun.

"Oh that wind is chilly," Harry said with a smirk as the wind blew and Godric let out an involuntary shudder.

"I agree fully Lord Potter," the shortest male replied.

"Why don't we go toward the rose garden," Harry said with a smile and began leading the way.

Despite himself, Eric began silently weeping in joy at having the single greatest exemplar of humanity returned to him.

Overcome with excitement, Godric broke into a jog.

Laughing in pure joy, he rounded the corner of the palace, vaulted the railing and sailed easily into the midst of the lawn.

"Eric, I'll race you to the enter of the maze!" he called before taking off at human speeds.

"I'm coming Maker!" Eric called leaping as well and landing near him and the entrance.

Lila, Head Maid and castle seamstress, approached Harry along with several other staff and turned to observe their guests.

"Will they be with us long my Lord," she began quietly.

"It is up to them my dear," Harry said with a smile.

"They were so empty," she replied turning back to look at them while Bertran and several other footmen began setting up a badminton and marking off a court while in the distance other staff were setting up croquet, lawn darts, and a few other outdoor activities that the newest additions to the household could use to enjoy their time outdoors.

"But now they're beginning to fill," Pascal's voice finished from behind them.

"Do join us Pascal," Harry said turning to address his friend.

"You have noticed it as well then?"

"Indeed my lord," he replied.

"They carry the light of your love within them; it's dim now, but growing brighter by the moment. In time, they will undoubtedly love you more than we are capable of," he said with a bow.

"Pascal you and your host are my first creation, and my pride and joy. You are growing with each day as individuals and one day even you may outgrow me," he began but was interrupted.

"Never!"

"No!"

Ignoring both Lila and Pascal's outburst Harry pressed on.

"And if that time comes you will have the same freedom of choice as anyone else. You are not my property…you are my family," he said as both beings came to envelope him in a hug.

From the lawn a very undignified squeal emanated from the maze and utilizing his powers, Harry observed Godric splashing Eric with the water from a bird bath that was particularly cold, and Eric chasing the shorter man down and tickling him mercilessly.

"Have they always been this close my lord," Lila asked.

Closing his eyes Harry reached out into the metaphysical in search of the answer.

"I sense they've always had a close relationship, but the playful spirit…the youthful love the two seem to be showing now may be a side effect of my blood freeing them from the bondage of darkness," Harry finished as Eric leaned in and began kissing his Maker while the older vampire was pinned beneath his larger frame.

"My lord transforms lives by his love!" Pascal said in awe.

"My lord is great indeed," Lila added with a bow of her own.

"Your lord is glad the two didn't explode from an obviously too potent potion," Harry replied.

Pascal lead the others in a laugh at Harry's humor.

"We are in uncharted territory you two, and I hope that you and the others will continue to assist me by looking out for these two…they're family now," Harry said as the two vaulted as one from the center of the maze to the exit and began racing at top speeds around the grounds in a game of tag.

The wind blew once more and Harry observed the clouds overhead drifting along.

"Would either of you mind terribly setting up a small table with lemonade for everyone to enjoy, and then invite the remainder of the house staff to come join us in enjoying the day?"

"Are there any home tours scheduled today," he finished looking to Pascal.

"No my lord; and at once," he said with a final bow before turning and leaving to carry out Harry's orders.

Harry leisurely walked along the back terrace, down the steps, and joined Bertran and his crew at the Baden mitten net, conjuring a racket in each of the other three people's hands, and a shuttle cock in his own before serving without warning.

"Look alive there Bertran! Evan," he said with a smile to the two on the opposite side of the net.

Gina, on Harry's team, looked on at their confusion as the shuttlecock crested the net before they kicked it into high gear and took off.

The four didn't keep score or play by any rules…they just enjoyed the exercise and warmth of the day.

A few minutes into their game, laughter suddenly assaulted the four and Harry was suddenly squished between two bodies and sailing through the air as Godric and Eric both kidnapped him and zoomed about the property…hugging him protectively between their bodies, and trailing kisses along his neck.

Finally they shot up into the air over the nascent crop of sugar cane and leveled off at several hundred feet.

Harry, surprised by the actions of the two vampires, didn't immediately know how to respond to their affections.

"There is no way we can adequately thank you," Godric said after running a hand underneath his shirt and to his chest while trailing kisses from his collar bone to his ear.

"We are forever in your debt," Eric said before crushing Harry's lips to his own and bringing Harry as close to him as he could while tracing circles along his back.

"We are alive because of you," Godric continued, "and we have discussed among ourselves what this means for us."

"I no longer feel the same type of hunger as before," Eric picked up as they began drifting lazily back toward the Palace.

"I feel complete when I'm in your presence…as though I'm whole once more. Whatever you've done to us…feels glorious, and seems to have granted us so much; we would like to remain at your side so long as you'll have us, so we can explore what this means."

Reeling from the flurry of emotions and deep senses of satisfaction and lust coursing through both Godric and Eric, Harry returned the passions of Eric and Godric two fold, before the trio suddenly found themselves, sans apparel, in a massive bed with red silk sheets and a golden canopy.

"Wait," Harry said prying himself from the two.

A look of confusion and hurt crossed Eric and Godric's face as Harry vacated the bed.

"Neither of you know me…this is wrong," he said as suddenly all three were once more dressed and in the sitting room outside of his bedroom suite.

A purple haze was observed leaving each of the three as Harry lost focus in his efforts to preserve the innocence of his guests.

"You two are still under the effects of my blood and your brain chemistry hasn't settled yet," he said as the two continued to fawn over him and sought as much skin to skin contact with him as they could.

"And these effects are so terrible," Godric insisted as he unzipped his vest and began unbuttoning his shirt while tweaking one of Harry's nipples.

"That's not supposed to turn," Harry said a bit panicked while jumping up…unused to the affections he was being shown.

Eric and Godric shared a look between them before they ripped their clothes off and as one their fangs descended in arousal.

"Before we were vampires of blood; now we are free'd from the limitations of that half life," Godric said advancing on Harry as though he were prey.

"We shall forevermore be sated no longer by blood," Eric spoke up.

"But by your love," Godric finished as both men blurred before pouncing on Harry, stripping him, and giving in to the throws of their passion and the divine blood singing in their veins.

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An hour before sunset Pamela and Ginger had made their way fully to Harry's estate and were admitted upon arrival with instructions to proceed to the main house.

Their progress had been slow as they'd set off prior to dusk in one of Eric's hearses, and unfortunately Ginger took a wrong turn which landed them in rush hour traffic just outside Shreveport.

"I fucking hate traveling like this," Pam muttered to herself as she played on her phone and thought soothing thoughts of murder and mayhem to stem the flow of rage Ginger was causing.

It only took around an hour for the slow moving vehicle to arrive at Castle Hill Estate, and by that time night had fell.

In an instant Pam was out of her coffin and seated up front.

"Good God! Lordy mercy!" Ginger exclaimed as they came through the small patch of forest and got their first proper look at the palatial home.

"I've seen bigger," Pam said with a shrug of her shoulder as she began sensing her Maker was at hand.

"Hurry up Ginger," Pam urged bearing her fangs at the other woman.

Ginger screamed, floored it, and the car raced up the hill, and she quickly lost control as the car span, hit a curb and physicists would ponder for years exactly how the hearse became airborne.

"Impressive you idiot," Pamela remarked as the nose of the vehicle began to tilt down once more toward the Earth.

Reacting faster than the human eye could track, and over the screaming form of Ginger, Pam killed the engine, unbuckled Ginger, and she had the two of them safely on the ground near the side entrance to the home before the hearse touched down, flipped, and eventually settled at the bottom of the small hill the guest parking lot sat upon.

Once more experiencing the flow of time normally, Pam was subjected to Gingers abject terror, and the sight of security guards pouring out of the estate to observe what's going on.

"Oh come now," she said with scorn, just as the hearse at the bottom of the hill exploded.

Ginger passed out from lack of oxygen as he screamed brought attention to their location and soon they were swarmed by the security personnel.

"What can I say," she said to the men, guns drawn, that surrounded her.

"She's got talent for fucking up."

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After refusing medical services and leaving the grounds crew to wench the wrecked car back up to the lot with several of the tractors of the estate, as she didn't want to involve either the police or a tow company at this point, Pam and Ginger were slowly being escorted to the same rooms Eric and Godric had resided in during their stay while Nolan, one of the footmen, began giving the two woman an impromptu tour of the home.

"While the house has more bedroom's than you'd believe, this level is my favorite," he said as the walked down marble hallways, fireplaces lit and decorative, if functional, oil lanterns giving a warmth to the majority windowless hallways which abounded.

"This level has the indoor pool, spa, fitness center, and right near your room," he said with a smile to Ginger, "an old timey Soda Fountain," he said leading the two to a door and throwing it open to show a rather large room modeled on a 1950s diner with lunch counter stocked with cakes and other sweets, and behind it a refrigerated area for ice cream, toppings, and various soda syrups.

Ginger squealed in excitement while Pam rolled her eyes.

"Can I get either of you two little ladies a sarsaparilla," Nolan said with a horrible country western accent while putting on a paper hat.

"I'd love one," Ginger said practically glowing.

"Why not," Pam scoffed.

Nolan made his way about his duties and soon there were two sarsaparillas, served in a chilled ornamental blue glass chalice, for the ladies to enjoy.

-ooo-ooo Elsewhere in the Palace, the Master Bedroom -ooo-ooo

The three were engaged in rather acrobatic levels of hanky-panky that were unbecoming of being written, and best left to the masturbation fueled fantasies of the best yaoi novelists.

While floating about the room, as powerful beings were apparently want to do in such situations, and after giving Eric an Angry Dragon, he looked up at Harry and Godric before cleaning himself and informing them that his progeny was here.

"Well then," Harry said trying to relax into Godric's embrace, "let me change and let's go welcome her properly," he said with a smile only to moan as Godric did something that should be illegal outside of Republican, or Baptist, Conventions.

"No," Godric said.

"Mine," before turning Harry's head to his and devouring his lips before the two floated away upside down to land on the ceiling.

"I'll handle this and prepare her for introductions later," Eric called as the two began defiling the vaulted ceilings of the master suite.

"Ten points for creativity Maker, but your swing is still off," he called out with a chuckle and closed the door quickly, only for something to heavily impact it a moment later.

Walking the hallway Eric ran into Matilda, one of the fire maids, and asked here where Pam and Ginger were.

She focused for a moment, eyes glowing slightly, before she replied.

"They've been taken by Nolan to the Soda Shop Sir," she smiled.

"Would you like me to take you there?"

"No thank you Matilda," Eric said with a smile. "I'm sure I'll find my way; besides, half the fun is getting there."

She smiled in return.

Indeed it is.

It was only a few minutes later that Eric was walking the Great Hall after exiting the stairwell near the drawing room, intent on hitting the stairwell by the kitchen as he was convinced that the soda fountain was across from the gym.

He was wrong, but after a few more minutes he reoriented and correctly found his childe and their … pet.

Without preamble, Eric opened the door and entered the room modeled after an old school soda shop.

"Pam."

She turned immediately to his voice and sped to his side, threw her arms around him and sobbed gently into his chest.

"There now Pamela. Shhhh," he said hugging her back.

"Everything is alright...it's more than alright," he said with a smile.

She looked up to him, blood trailing down her face as she sobbed.

"It felt so horrible; I felt so alone," she said taking a tissue from Nolan and blowing into it as Eric took one as well and began to clean the blood from her face.

"Why are you naked," she suddenly asked after having a moment to process his presence and feel safe in his arms.

"We're not complaining though," Ginger said with what she thought was a sultry smirk as she continued to sip her drink.

Pam shot her a murderous glair and she immediately turned around with a small "Eep," only to laser focus in on the Nude Norseman in the mirror behind the counter.

"Something has happened to me my child...something glorious. Harry, the man we thought was a witch, …. he's not. He's good. He's pure...he's...living power," Eric said taking her hand and placing it on his chest.

"Godric, the lucky bastard, has him all to himself right now...but I must return shortly lest I fall too far behind in points to win the game.

She looked at him as though he'd lost his mind.

"Fuck Football is my new favorite sport, and I'm quite adept at touchdowns," he said with a sultry smirk.

Pam, looking aghast, closed her eyes in confusion as her brain refused to process what she'd just heard.

"Do you not sense it child?" he asked observing Pamela's confused facial expressions.

Sniffing once more and focusing on Eric, his chest, and the beating heart she felt, she drew her hand back as though burned.

Slowly she placed her hand back as though she couldn't believe what she'd discovered.

She quickly began utilizing her sight to hone in on the major arteries Eric had so long ago taught her to seek for sustenance, and the proof laid bare; she saw the pulse of his heart delivering blood once more...like a human...but he didn't smell like food.

With a look of equal horror and amazement, she sharply met his gaze and with a single word communicated so much.

"How?"

"Divine magic of the highest order my child; and that's not even the half of it," he said taking Pamela outside the room and weaving a tale of pain, suffering, of humiliation and anger, but also of redemption, of peace, and of promise.

He told her about being trapped by the wall's defenses, of being nearly given the true death by Bertran, and of being healed by his Maker.

She'd nearly sped off to tear this Bertran limb from limb, but Eric stopped her rash behavior with a single look.

He continued telling her of the ritual of guest rights Harry performed, of the sickness he suffered, and what happened since that morning.

"You're bewitched," Pam responded as they stopped in front of a painting of a castle looming over a large lake bathed in the moonlight in the Gallery.

The plaque said simply: "A Hogwarts Night 2002; HJG."

The two were quietly approached by one of the footmen for the estate, as he carried a true blood cocktail for Pam and a vodka Tom Collins for Eric.

"Thank you Gene," Eric said with a smile as he took his cocktail and began sipping as he continued to lead Pamela through the house.

"This is too much Eric; you've got to be under some kind of spell...a god? Really? Have you ever even met one before to know what they'd be like?"

Eric sighed.

"Pam I've spent more than a day in direct sunlight. I eat, I sleep, I have sperm that apparently doesn't taste like cold mayonnaise... It's a miracle," he said with a straight face.

"Miracles are solely the realm of the gods."

"How else would you describe this," he said reaching over to one of the table as picking up a pure silver candlestick and pressing it to his chest before Pam could stop him.

"Eric!" she shrieked only for nothing to happen.

His skin did not blister, sizzle, or begin to burn from contact with the precious metal.

"I have no desire for blood childe," he continued.

"I have a craving only for food, drink, and contact with both Harry and Godric," he finished with a goofy grin.

"I feel emotions once more. I feel so alive," he said placing the candle stick back and placing his and Pam's half-finished drinks on the same table.

"Pamela the rage is gone...completely. The apathy, the scorn, the need for violence and bloodshed...I am experiencing human levels of emotion once more. I'm in love," he said taking her hands into his and beginning to leak tears of joy.

"Oh Eric," he said cupping his cheek and once more hugging him dearly.

"What have they done to you," she asked pulling away.

They continued walking through the gallery and observing the various and exquisite paintings that they didn't realize came from Harry's past.

They stopped before a painting of a Roman Villa, with children and many brown skinned individuals playing at.

It was titled simply: "Home; HJP."

"You're so warm," Pam suddenly said leaning further into Eric's side.

"I know childe; despite the chill Godric and I played in the sun for hours today...as though we were children of men."

A smile overcame him.

"Then we played with Harry as men."

Pam groaned and gave a shudder.

"I get it Eric...enough with the dick talk...I'm going to vomit," she said gagging.

By now they'd made their way to the drawing room stairwell and Eric was slowly leading her up to the Master's Level of the House.

Pamela was shocked to see a clone of herself walking down the stairs, in a golden sundress and wide brim hat of all things, descending the stairs suddenly before turning the corner and vanishing.

"What the fuck was that," she asked.

"There are spots in the House where time is a little off," Eric began slowly, "among other things."

"Harry warned us about them and there are still many quirks of the house he's still learning; depending on several variables Harry's staff still have yet to verify, sometimes the stairwell acts as a focus for psychic abilities, and can pierce the stream of time to see the future."

"Other times it seems that rooms spring into existence as needed."

Pam was still shocked.

"The Green Room however," Eric continued as they crested the landing and began making their way to the Master Suite, "has on three separate occasions now taken someone and upon their exit transported them several hours into the future. You should hear the story about Detective Bellefluer from Harry. It's quite entertaining."

"The running theory is it's activated by exiting the same way you enter."

"Ah! Master Eric," Pascal's voice greeted the duo from a side hallway that lead to the servant's dormitories.

"I'm glad I ran into you Sir, is this the lovely Ms. Pamela," he said taking her hand into his own and laying a kiss upon it.

"It is," Eric replied.

"Pascal, this is my childe; Pamela Swynford de Beaufort. She is my pride and joy," he finished leaning over and placing a gentle kiss upon her brow.

Her eyes once more clouded over with blood from her emotional state and how upset she'd been since he disappeared.

"There now Miss! You're here with us and practically family," Pascal began by handing her a hankerchief for her tears.

"My name is Pascal and I'm my lord's personal Valet, and Head Butler of the Potter Household," he said continuing on.

"Will madam be staying with us tonight," he asked turning to Eric.

"For the foreseeable future Pascal, along with a human named Ginger."

Still sniffling and trying to regain some composure and sense of dignity, Pamela looked up at Eric and deadpanned:

"By the way Dad, the car's totaled," before reaching up to kiss him and speeding off down the corridor to continue exploring and calming down.

"Ah Shit Pam! That thing was still under financing," he groused.

Pascal looked on and laughed.

"If you would Pascal, see to it that she's comfortable. Our bond hasn't been tested this severely in sometime, and I hope she will calm down after a short time in my presence."

"Of course Sir," he said with a nod before making his way to a section of wood paneling and disappearing into a hidden staff passage to carry out Eric's request.

Hearing screams of passion from Godric suddenly erupt from behind the Master Suite door behind him, Eric took on a lecherous grin.

"Touchdown Harry! And God Damn what a two-point conversion!" the normally calm and reserved voice of the ancient vampire screamed in heat.

"Halftime! Switch sides," Eric called bursting back into the bedroom and rejoining the acrobatics.

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February 01, 2009 Bon Temps, LA, US

Sookie had just finished closing Merlots and was making her way to her car after taking the trash.

Sam's tail lights were fading in the distance, when from the woods several men dressed in dark clothes began advancing on her menacingly.

She didn't even have time to scream before they were one her.

She'd blacked out before she could see the arrival of William Compton to her defense as he dispatched the men and rushed her to the safety of his home.

0oO0oO0

The next day the talk of the town was what had happened to poor Sookie Stackhouse, and that handsome new vampire that had moved into the Compton Plantation.

"How are you feeling darlin," Sookie's gran asked as she sat a tray of pancakes and eggs near her bed.

"You need to eat something darlin; it's been all day and you haven't come outta this bed," she said with some worry in her voice.

"I know...still tired," Sookie blearily replied, blood fueled dreams of desire for her vampiric savior still clouding her vision.

"I know baby, but I need you to eat something so you'll have the strength to talk with Detective Bellefluer," she said running her hands through her hair.

"I don't want to talk to Andy," Sookie said suddenly alarmed.

"Honey you need to tell him what happened so they can find who did this to you," Adele pressed.

"It weren't right!"

It was a discussion to be had for later though as Gran discovered Sookie had nodded off once more.

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February 15, 2009 Bon Temps, LA, US

Bon Temps was still reeling from the heinous assault on Sookie Stackhouse, the arrival of a vampire in their midst, the firebombing of a vampire nest just outside Bon Temps' town limits, and the discovery of two more bodies of females on opposite ends of the Parish.

"We believe," Detective Bellefluer began from his podium into the large group of microphones set up for the various local and state news agencies present, "that the victims were known associates of vampires."

"Is the firebombing connected to these killings?"

"Is this the work of an individual or a group?"

"Is the Renard Parish Sheriff's Office prepared to deal with a Serial Killer?"

Questions suddenly assaulted Andy from the reporters present.

Flustered, he began shouting for calm.

"Calm down folks! I'm giving you all the information I have at this time. We are not foreclosing any avenues as we investigate this; any connections that may exist between these heinous acts, we will find. It doesn't matter if this is the work of one person or several; we will find and put a stop to them regardless," he said with steel.

"And to the person or people doing this I say this...We will find you, we will prosecute you, and I'll be there on that rainy night when they finally put that needle in your arm and Satan welcomes you home."

A flurry of flashes greeted him as a deathly quiet overtook everyone.

"We have posted a series of recommendations for the public to keep safe in these time, and they're all common sense safety measures people! If you're going somewhere, call ahead and let folks know when you're planning to leave, what route you're traveling, and carry a cell phone with you if able. The Sheriff's office for any parish in this state offers concealed carry permits for anyone that meets tha background requirements, and you can't put a price on safety!"

"Your first line of defense is yourself," he continued as the reporters scribbled furiously.

"As part of our commitment to the people of this Parish, Sheriff Bud has approved a series of self-defense courses which will be available for you through our Northern and Southern Offices lead by Deputies Boseman and Hoff."

"We haven't imposed a curfew yet, but recommend that all cities in the parish adopt a 10 pm curfew, that no one living be outdoors at night, and that any strange or suspicious activities or behavior be reported immediately, Sheriff Dearborn has that tip line," he said stepping aside as the sheriff stood up.

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February 16, 2009 Bon Temps, LA, US

Andrew and Harry were having a discussion in his office regarding distribution contracts he'd secured for the southeastern US, when Eric rushed in.

"Have you seen this," he asked throwing a paper at Harry's desk startling Andrew.

Four More Bodies Found; Bon Temps Killer Strikes Again

Shreveport Chronicle

"I have darling, was there something you wanted to discuss," he asked including his head at Andrew.

"My apologies for interrupting, but yes Harry...we need to take steps to protect the Estate; It's well known Godric and I reside here."

"Andrew would you excuse me for a moment please," Harry asked.

"Of course! I'd finished actually if you don't mind my ducking out boss," he replied.

Once Andrew had stepped out Harry invited Eric to sit and the doors sealed themselves.

"What has you worried mon petite fromage?" Harry asked sitting in Eric's lap.

With a snort Eric focused on the emerald pools that seemed to draw from the depths of his soul each time he saw them.

"Of all your infinite and cosmic powers; of your infinite capacity to bend reality to your will...it never ceases to amaze me that you butcher French so," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh stop," Harry said lightly bopping Eric's nose in annoyance.

"What really has you worried Eric?"

"Sofie Ann has demanded I present myself for questioning on reports I'm peddling V," he said with a scowl.

"Actions I was forced to undertake on her orders, which stopped upon my resignation...but someone has reported to her the rumor that Godric and I now are daywalkers."

Harry ran his hand through Eric's hair in an attempt to ease his worries.

"The walls and gates are designed to prevent attacks from those who wish us harm, and we have more security here than we can shake a stick at," Harry siad with a chuckle.

"Plus, though I only suspect this is the case as I wasn't fully focused when I made the household staff, but I'm sure they'll be more than adequate to any force that may arrive if Bertran was able to dislocate Godric's jaw with a single slap."

Eric growled in frustration.

"This is serious Harry! The Vampire Authority will not interfere in internal matters unless it threatens their efforts on the VRA, or greater authority on the whole..."

"I promise to you Eric everything will be ok," he said leaning in to give the taller man a kiss.

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Back in the Present

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Harry appeared in the midst of battle in the Great Hall.

His household staff had began to glow with energy and shot beams of condensed plasma that caused great sections of where they impacted to vaporize and cauterize perfectly.

"Enough," he said with a divine voice that carried over the entirety of the estate.

Suddenly everyone froze as though encased in ice.

Harry walked to one of the men attcking his home and looked him in the eye.

"Speak none but the truth lest ye suffer extreme pain," he said waiving his hand across the man's face and suddenly he could speak, snarling though he was.

"Why are you in my home?"

"Queen Sofie-Anne hired us to come and capture the fugitive vampires Godric and Eric so that they may answer to the Magister for trafficking in V," the main said through clenched teeth.

"And who is your master which leant you to Queen Sofie-Anne," Harry pressed.

"Fuck you," the man growled as he spat in Harry's face.

"Wrong answer," Harry replied as the man began to laugh only to stop suddenly as he collapsed into a pile of sand...a twitching finger all that was left behind.

"Let's try this again," Harry said sensing the greatest fear coming from a woman.

"Speak none but the truth lest ye suffer extreme pain," Harry repeated as he freed her head.

She immediately began wailing.

"Please let us go," she begged.

Turning back to the glowing human silhouettes behind him, Harry gave a quick Order.

"End the rest; gather our dead on the front lawn."

A response which sounded like the deep vibration of chimes answered before the group shimmered and disappeared to carry out Harry's orders.

Harry once more focused on the, clearly high, woman before him as she continued to sob and focus on the pile of ash before her sobbing incoherently.

"Focus darling; focus," Harry said eyes glowing with power.

"You are to take a message to your master; you are to tell him that he and Sofie-Anne have just declared war the likes of which they can't possibly begin to fathom."

"Tell Russell that I'm coming for him, for his beloved Talbert, and all he holds dear lest he present himself within a fortnight, prostrate himself at my feet, and beg forgiveness," he said burning the message into the woman's mind before opening a portal behind her and banishing her through to the King of Mississippi's estate.

"Now to deal with the bitch," he snarled opening another portal and summoning Sofie-Anne through.

"What is the meaning of this," she hissed bearing her fangs only to howl in pain as the light of the sun caught her right arm aflame.

Her screams were music to Harry's ears.

"We can't have that now," Harry said lacing power in his voice and immediately her arm extinguished, and she began choking at the oppressive feeling of power rolling off Harry.

"We've not met yet bitch," he began conversantly, "but you've made a grave error," he said looking to the piles of sand, some which still had the odd twitching appendage present many with a strange brand on their forearms, "when you sent werewolves after those in my protection."

He snapped his fingers and suddenly Eric and Godric were before him...in the light, and calm...while Sofie-Anne howled in agony.

"What the Fuck is this," she snarled fangs bared.

"This is your reckoning," Harry said without hint of a smile on his face.

He threw his hand out and backhanded the woman hard...he heard bones snap as teeth flew free.

"Bring her," Harry said commanding Godric and Eric to take the writhing and sobbing woman with them as he made his way toward the Main Entrance.

With a snap of his fingers, the great carved doors opened inward to show a great canopy had suddenly appeared allowing Harry and his group to descend the way, in relative shadow, to the ground where dozens of security guards bodies lay in repose.

Godric, pity in his eyes, recalled what began this unpleasantness.

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February 20, 2009 Bon Temps, LA, US

It was the second week of the panic over the Bon Temps Killer and Bill Compton had taken to focusing his time and attentions on Sookie Stackhouse, her family, and history.

The two had begun seeing each other informally shortly after he saved her life by giving her his blood; he was still mystified as to what exactly she was.

It was a night like any other, and the two were walking through town when a wiff of power caught Bill by surprise, and stunned him slightly causing him to stumble.

"Bill! What's wrong," Sookie asked in alarm.

"There's something powerful about," he gasped.

"Something I've never encountered before."

Just then Harry, surrounded by Eric and Godric rounded the corner.

"And he answered: The Aristocrats!"

Godric and Eric immediately descended into howls of laughter.

"Sheriff Northman," Bill said suddenly.

Eric immediately sobered up and was on guard.

"What's wrong Eric," Godric asked immediately picking up on the tension of his childe.

"I believe you have me at a disadvantage, and you're misinformed. I am no longer Sheriff of the Louisiana 5th District," Eric replied.

"My apologies," he replied.

"My name's Sookie...Sookie Stackhouse," she said extending her hand and not knowing any better.

"Y'all new to Bon temps," she said until Harry stepped into the light.

"Mr. Potter! How've you been?" she said walking up to him for a hug.

"Sookie dear!" he replied embracing her.

"I've got to get back out for another of Lafayette's wonderful steaks," he said with a smile.

"As a matter of fact, we were just discussing someplace to go for dinner; why not head on out? My treat," he said with a smile.

"It would be nice for you to finally see where I work Bill," she said turning to guage his reaction.

"I defer to Sheriff Northman," Bill said.

"What is that entrancing smell," Godric suddenly perked up.

"Oh that's Curious Fantasy by Brittany," she replied pressing in to Godric who devoured her scent.

"It's the perfect blend of feminine flavors," he continued breathing in deeply.

"You'll love it then right Maker," Eric popped off only to have the back of his head swatted by the older vampire.

"Come on then," Harry said extending a hand to help Bill up.

"My car is just around here," he said indicating a small public parking lot for an old Civil War Memorial.

Bill walked in contemplative silence...knowing that there was something off about both Eric and Godric, and he could sense a power beyond measure welling just beneath the surface of this mysterious Mr. Potter.

He would have to include this in his report to Sofie-Anne lest she retaliate for his insubordination.

0oO0oO0

The group were seated comfortably at Merlot's, and once they were announced they were greeted by the new Assistant Manager, Lafayette.

As Sam now had to divide his time between Merlot's and Uptown, the name he'd decided on for the restaurant on Harry's Estate, he'd promoted his most loyal and trustworthy employee to a fulltime managerial position.

"Well aren't you a sight for so' eyes," the devil himself spoke walking in to greet them and hugging Harry.

"It's ben too long sugga," he siad with a smile.

He was unprepared to see Eric fucking Northman standing in the doorway and glaring dagers at him.

He immediately tensed and began removing himself from Harry's embrace.

"Oh come now Lafayette," he began smirking at the unease of the other man.

"Feel free to drape yourself over anyone you'd like."

"Oh hush kinder," Godric spoke up with a slap on his shoulder.

"This man has impressed our love with his talents; we should not make him uneasy just because it's rather fun."

"Breathe Mr. Reynolds," Harry said with a smile.

"This is Eric Northman and his maker, Godric; they are my...lovers and companions," he siad with a smile leaning into Godric.

"Lovely," Lafayette said backing away.

"Oh hey Mr. Potter!" Arlene called out breaking the tension.

"Hey Sook! And who's this," she said with a smile and bopping Gidric on the nose.

"You are just as cute as a button! You just transferedin to Bon Temps High?"

"Arlene," Sookie tried only for the woman to keep talking.

"God knows the football team needs all the help they can get this year," she carried on.

"Are you his daddy," she said introducing herself to Eric.

"Oh yes," Godric spoke up as Harry snickered.

"I was just telling Daddy last night how he shouldn't punish me so hard, or so often; he's a slave driver when it comes to perfection in sports...can't stand losing to such a young man," he finished conspiratorially only for Eric to sigh and facepalm.

"Shut up twerp and go sit down," Eric said while the group were led once more to the large table Harry was fast coming to recognize as his own.

"Tonight's special," Arlene began passing out menus, "is Sam's Signature Red Beans and Rice with Andouille Sausage made in house, with charred bread, paired with a Sam Adams."

"That's always so good," Sookie said.

"The I'll be happy to try that, hot tea if you have it please," Harry said.

"Steak...biggest you got medium rare," Eric said succinctly.

"And to drink darlin," Arlene said.

"I'd love a scotch and soda, with a water please." he said handing back the menu.

"I'd enjoy the blackened chicken please; steamed veggies and a side of greans; sweet tea," Godric responded.

Bill, clearly confused with the actions of both Godric and Eric, ordered a True Blood.

"All we got's B Neg...that ok darlin," she asked.

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"Want a water to chase it with?"

"I'll have a Sam Adams," he said with a smile.

Arlene finished taking the rest of their orders before Harry stood and walked over to the bar.

"Hey...Tara right?" He asked with a smile.

"Mr. Potter! I thought I saw y'all comin in," she said leaning over and giving him a hug best she could across the counter.

"I'd like to have that one, that one, and oh you have one of mine!" he said with surprise.

"Been a good seller so far Mr. Potter," she said with a smile fetching the bottles he'd selected.

She also placed a bottle of red on the counter.

"This is Sookie's favorite if you're interested."

"That I am," he siad with a smile. "If you'd bring it, some glasses, and lemon wedges over to the table when you have a second?"

"Of course Mr. Potter."

"Oh and a Bottle of Castle Hill Meade," he said with a smile.

"How much longer do you have on shift," he asked.

"We gone close in about two hours," she replied.

"Come join us for a drink then," he finished with a wink.

Harry made his way back to the table as Sookie and Bill seemed to politely be laughing at Eric or Godric had said.

"Seems like I'm missing quite a bit of fun," Harry said gently sitting the bottle's he'd retrieved down.

"Quite," Eric said with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.

"Harry leaned in and kissed Eric as Tara arrived carrying a few more of the bottles Harry had selected and several cup of ice and drinking glasses.

"So Mr. Potter, how did you and Sheriff Northman come to meet if I may ask," Bill's calm and gentlemanly tone began.

"It's a bit of a funny story actually," Harry said looking deep into Godric's eyes as Eric snorted.

"We sensed a new presence in Bon Temps, and came to investigate," Godric replied.

"Harry captured us tresspassing on his property and gave us quite the spanking."

"Spanking hell, he damn near killed us," Eric said pouring a few of the cubes in a tumbler and three fingers of Honey Meade while he waited on his scotch.

Bill looked on in shock knowing Eric wasn't one to exaggerate.

"And now y'all are close?"

Eric's fangs descended in arousal at the memory of the first time he woke and saw Harry.

"Oh yes Mrs. Stackhouse; there's nothing more arousing for a vampire as old as we are," he said indicating himself and Godric, "than someone who proves a challenge."

Godric smiled in agreement while leaning into Harry.

"Oh for God's sake can y'all not do that in public!" a warbly voice called out suddenly.

"Bad enough we had one in the kitchen for the longest time, now I can't even eat my salad without seeing y'all gyrate all over the place!"

"Maxine Fortenberry!" Sookie said in outrage turning around.

Harry's face soured as he recognized the rotund woman that had been so rude to the busboy their first night here.

"Oh don't worry about the likes of her Ms. Stackhouse," Harry said climbing into Eric's lap much to his surprise and draping himself over his taller lover.

"But if she's going to pay so much attention to us, let's give her a real show," he said with a sultry smirk.

"I agree," Eric said leaning down and capturing Harry's lips before both leaned over to involve Godric.

Bill, while mesmerized at the show, suddenly turned his head and began vomiting.

"See! The faggots even made the damn vampire sick!" Maxine called as though vindicated.

"Bill!"

"Mr. Compton," Harry said breaking free from Eric in alarm.

"Are you ok?"

"It's the damdest thing," he said whipping his mouth in embarrassment.

"I suddenly smell rotten cottage cheese, and what I'd swear was hot garbage..."

Everyone looked at him in concern.

"I don't smell anything Bill," Sookie said in concern.

Godric sniffed the air before quickly turning a bit green himself.

"Oh mein gott! It's coming from her," he said pointing to Maxine... "It's her arousal."

"Excuse me," Godric said leaving the table to find the bathroom.

"I think I'd better join him," Bill said gagging once more.

"Go with them please," Harry said giving Eric a peck on his cheek.

With a roll of his eyes, Eric rose to follow the other two vampires.

"Maxine go wash that stank pussy and mind ya own business," Tara said coming around the bar to go off on the old bitch after she'd chased off two customers.

"Why I never! You lot are going to Hell!...and Merlot's has gone to shit," she said in a huff as she left the restaurant as many people began laughing.

"We gon' burn that chair," Tara said looking at Sookie and the wet spot the old bitch had left behind.

"Let me take that outside before they get back," Tara said and she swiftly removed the chair.

Sookie and Harry sat in silence as she focused on Harry...noticing his mind was still as blank to him as Bill and the others.

Harry looked at her over the rim of his glass as he felt her attempts to enter his mind.

"Something I can help you with Ms. Stackhouse?" he asked suddenly, startling her.

"With what Mr. Potter?"

Harry tapped the side of his head in reply.

"You can just ask," he said taking a sip of his drink.

"You can feel it?" she asked in surprise.

"Indeed," Harry replied.

"Do you know what causes it? I can't really control it..." she said looking down at her hands.

"If you promise not to be discourteous and poke around in there again," Harry began, "I'll teach you a method of control that will help you not only control your abilities, but refine them as well."

Arlene arrived with their dinners just as the three vampires returned.

Tara came back and sprayed some febreeze to help clear the air much to the vampire's appreciation.

"Oh my," Eric said digging into his steak.

"Oh mein Kind! Das ist herrlich," Godric said after sampling his own.

"How are things goin y'all," Lafayette said walking over to check on everyone as he made his rounds.

"A superb cut of beef, and cooked wonderfully," Eric said staring at Lafayette.

Loosing his color somewhat as he realized who was sitting in front of him….eating like a damn human….Lafayette's adrenal gland began pumping and his fight or flight instincts took over.

"That's wonderful Sheriff Northman, let me go get y'all some rolls," he said grabbing the half empty bread basket and breaking for the kitchen.

"Do you two have a history," Godric said from around his steamed broccoli.

"That is at least twice he's been terrified of you…more so than one is normally."

Eric just smirked and shrugged.

Arlene returned shortly thereafter with their rolls and Lafayette's absence was noted the remainder of the evening.

"Y'all excuse me for a moment please," Sookie said rising and making her way to the back intent on checking on her friend and coworker.

The three vampires plus Harry continued to eat in a comfortable silence, oblivious to the stares and gawking of several patrons.

"Aren't you worried Sir that you're in for a night of digestive pains?" Bill said after taking a sip of his True Blood as he watched Eric eat with abandon.

"This is going on two months you and Godric have been able to process food normally right," Harry asked with a smile.

"How?"

"Oh; you know….with age comes wisdom, as well as the benefit of Faith young one," Godric spoke up.

"Please," Eric snorted.

"The only wisdom you have old man is how to cheat at Football and cards."

Godric, in a huff, rolled his eyes before 'dropping' his knife…which he promptly used to stab Eric in the thigh on his way back to the table from the floor.

"Bastard," Eric hissed as his fangs descended.

"Quit being a bitch," Godric quipped.

"Boys," Harry said without looking up from his own meal.

"Let's play nice in public, we can be as kinky as you want at home," he warned.

"Yes love," Eric replied wincing as he withdrew the steak knife.

"Of course Lord Potter," Godric said leaning into his side.

"Would you care for a steak as well William?" Harry asked conversantly.

"I'm happy to cover you for whatever it may be you'd enjoy."

"I think Bill will be having a bit of a snack once he leaves here my love," he said with a smirk just as Sookie returned.

Bill scowled, and Harry chuckled.

Godric was distracted by buttering a roll with the new honey butter of the restaurant.

Sookie was Sookie; oblivious to everything, and bereft of the common sense to leave things be.

"How are you two eating people food?" She asked with genuine confusion.

Eric, Godric, and Harry shared a glance.

Harry gave a noncommittal shrug and poured himself another drink before topping Eric's off as well.

"We have been good boys all year, and on this the feast of St. Mindyabi'Ness du Congo, Patron Saint of all Private Investigators and Amateur Detectives, we requested she intercede and allow us the blessings of steak and bacon."

"No longer do we have to year for the sacred swine to be present in mere blood; we can wake each morning to the Glory of Maple Cured strips of Heaven itself!" Godric supplied.

"Ave St. 'Ness; Ave Maria; Ave Christo," Harry intoned raising his glass.

"Blessed be," Godric and Eric said raising their own glasses and clinking them with Harry.

Sookie looked to Bill for an explanation, but saw he was just as confused as she was.

"So you lit a candle on a feast day and now you can eat human food," she pressed completely missing the sarcasm at the table.

"Sookie," Bill drawled but he was cut off by Harry of all people.

"Ms. Stackhouse may I ask your age?"

He finished his plate and as Arlene came around he ordered desert.

"I'm 28," she replied.

"I'd have guessed 21, but thank you for being honest," Harry said with a smile making her blush at the simple compliment.

"Getting to my point though," he was interrupted by Bill growling.

"Yes; let's Mr. Potter," he said draping his arms possessively over Sookie.

Rolling his eyes as the toxic levels of machismo rolling off the dead man, Harry drank and continued.

"Let's imagine for a moment that all of the possibilities in life were possible. For instance, it's possible that vampires exist, just as it's possible fairies, goblins, unicorns, and ghosts exist.

In the dim light of Merlot's Bill and Sookie both leaned forward to hear Harry's words better as drunks are want to do.

"But we know vampires exist," Sookie interrupted.

"That's right," Harry said nodding his head and pulling Godric into him.

"And what do we know about vampires? Certainly the older they are, the more 'power' they have; the greater their strength, speed, senses, and the less they rely on mortal blood for sustenance."

"Godric here," Harry said placing a gentle kiss on his head as the old vampire closed his eyes in contentment from his place at Harry's side, "is well over 2,200 years old and has seen the rise and fall of Rome, the rise and fall of religions, and is older than the established Catholic Church."

"He was hunting prey in the hinterlands of Europe and feasting on Centurions 1,000 years before William's conquest of England."

Eric snorted.

"Something you want to add Darling," Harry said turning his attention to Eric.

"William was a distant relation of mine; a whingy bitch who couldn't take a joke, or get over the fact he was prematurely going bald."

"Distant relation he says," Godric snorted.

"He was your Great Grandson by that serving wench in the village your father ruled."

"Wait; what?" Sookie asked completely lost.

"You're related to Royalty?"

"Honey he is Royalty," Harry said taking back the reigns of the conversation.

"Eric's Father was High King of quite a few princedoms spanning Finland and Norway for the Proto-Germanic peoples that live there today; he was actually crowned king if I'm not mistaken after the passing of his family."

Eric took on a grim look.

"I'd rather not discuss this further my love. Can we please move on," he asked with soft eyes begging for a change in topic.

"I apologize Eric," he said taking his hand in his own.

"Where was I; oh yes….Godric is the oldest vampire I've met yet and can answer many questions of the supernatural. So tell us dear, what of Fairies? What of Unicorns? Of Goblins and spirits and sprites?"

"Sie waren köstlich, aber jetzt weg."

"They were delicious, but gone now," Eric translated for the other two.

"Fairies? Really," Bill said suddenly with interest.

"Oh yes! I came across one or two in my time, and they had the most alluring scent," Godric continued.

"They smelt of summer rain, and of tulips in the sun; there was rumor that their blood held the key to daywalking…but having met Frija I swore never to sample the blood of the supernatural."

Harry looked up sharply at this.

"Frija?" he asked with narrow eyes.

"Yes my love," he replied.

"How exactly did you come upon Freja?"

Godric reached and took a glass of wine before sitting up and drinking deeply.

"I was a baby vampire; fresh from my rebirth, and wandering the woods of my homeland in search of a meal."

He closed his eyes and leaned back.

"The scent of fresh fallen snow blinded me to any chance of finding food this night, but I remember the sky so vividly. The heavens shown with an unearthly light, and danced with the colors of the rainbow. The twinkling of the stars mesmerized me. For hours I sat in the snow, starving, but content to bask in the presence of what my mutter called die Ruhe der Götter."

"The quiet of the gods," Eric translated.

"As dawn approached I began to sense I was not alone," Godric continued.

"From the woods suddenly burse a warrior priestess in a flowing gown beneath her breastplate, spear in one hand and the reins of her chariot in the other…her mighty steeds pulling the chariot were none other than two unnaturally large male mountain lions common to the region."

Bill's and Eric's eyes widened, while Harry's narrowed.

"No way!" Sookie said trying to imagine the scene.

"Yes way," Godric replied.

"What happened next," Bill asked deeply interested in this story.

"She approached me, and jumped from her chariot golden spear with a blade of silver, and demanded to know who I was to violate her sacred lands."

"Hungry beyond belief and half mad from starvation, I attacked her…driven to near berserker rage in my hunger."

Sookie gasped and Harry sat back in contemplation.

"She batted me away as though I were nothing more than a fly. By that point in my life I was nearing a half decade of my undead life…my maker having abandoned me to my fate without revealing himself or herself to me," he said choking up.

"I will never forget what happened in that clearing."

"I will never forget feeling the tip of her spear began to burn my flesh, nor the pain it caused. I can never forget the eyes that transfixed me, golden and glowing in the night. I can never forget the sense of iniquity I felt as her eyes roamed my body yet seemingly staring through me…"

He downed his glass before refilling it and continuing.

"While the flat of her spear rested on my chest, and I was sure she was to end me, the pressure suddenly lifted and I saw a large stag approach from the woods. In my delirium, I could see that she was saying something, but I could not hear what; I was too weak from the hunger."

"She took a simple clay vessel from her chariot whence I could not see, and walked to the stag with a bronze knife. She slit it's throat only for it to remain upright, just long enough to fill the bowl, before suddenly bounding away…freed from her enchantment and healed."

Harry's brow furrowed at this, and resolved himself to request a copy of the memory from Godric later for review.

"She dropped a few herbs in the blood and chanted a bit in a language I could not follow until a light shown over the bowl and steam began to rise from it."

"How mysterious Maker," Eric said leaning forward in interest giving the diminutive vampire his full attention.

"She fed me the concoction, and suddenly I was filled and fully sated after only a few mouthfuls. She loaded me into her chariot and deposited me in a cave I'd never known of in all my years of hunting where there was fire, meade, and furs…she said something to me and I slept….for how long I can't be sure, but the fire had long since frozen, and I found no trace of her."

"When I came across fairies or other supernatural creatures in my travels, out of respect for the goddess of seiðr I gave them the same courtesies and hospitality she gave me; this was around my neck when I awoke," he said fishing an ancient looking copper amulet from underneath his shirt.

"I have tried to live a life of virtue, siring children sparingly and only when I could devote my full time and attentions to them, and give them the love they deserve," he said reaching over and placing a loving hand on Eric's cheek who melted into the embrace.

"I don't think even your sister knows of this story childe," Godric finished as he slowly withdrew his hand and placed the amulet back under his shirt.

"So you've encountered the divine?" Bill pressed.

"I have encountered quite a bit in my lifetime Mr. Compton…was she truly Freja, mother to us all and a goddess made flesh? Or was she merely a fierce warrior woman deified in story that became as great as her legend? I cannot say," he said looking away and peering into the depths of his glass as though it held the secrets of the universe.

"What I do know though," he said suddenly pinning Bill with his gaze, "is that we are all children of the supernatural, and should strive to live as one family…vampire, human, or other."

"A very noble sentiment," Harry threw in raising his glass and breaking the tension.

The dinner party continued until the restaurant closed, and invitations were given for Bill and Sookie to visit Potter House anytime they'd like.

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Chapter 05. - Die Wut eines Gottes

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Sofie-Anne, Vampire Queen of all Louisiana, was being frog marched into the light of day as though she were an errant child being taken to the woodshed.

Had these been differing circumstances she'd have marveled at the unnatural shade which seemed to come from the canopy over her, protecting her from the true death the light of day would otherwise have caused.

Finally, after descending the last terrace of great stone steps to the lawn below, the party stopped just within the shade of the canopy and observed the piles of bodies below….the Security Guards lay atop funeral pyres. There were 40 odd bodies, spaced evenly, for the losses Harry and his family had suffered.

Eric and Godric were steadily growling at the loss.

"What is this magic," Sofie said as she observed Godric and Eric in the sun without fear even as the light was causing her skin to welt and blister while under the canopy.

"This is your day of judgment my queen," Eric sneered.

From nowhere, a warped bell began to toll….deep and ominous, as suddenly an unnatural fog began to spread…first overtaking the valley of farmland, before rushing up the hill and blanketing all of Potter House.

As Sofie-Anne found relief from the sun, she saw flashes of purple in the distances as suddenly the voice of Nan Flannagan called through the mist.

"Alright…you've impressed me," her condescending voice called.

"Now who the fuck are you, and why have you brought me here?"

"What's going on Nan," called another voice, of Roman Zivojic called.

Several others soon greeted them and the fog slowly cleared to allow the full Vampire Authority to bear witness to the pyres before them.

"There is strong magic afoot," someone said fangs descending as all the other vampires soon followed suit.

"Greetings Vampire Authority and welcome to my home," Harry's voice began to carry over the grounds.

"I bid thee peace and greetings this day to observe justice meted upon one of your ranks," he said slowly as his body coalesced and formed before the angry assembly.

"Witch!"

"Sorcerer!"

"Enemy!"

Came several voices until Eric Spoke up.

"Lover and ally," Eric responded.

"Friend and confidant," Godric added.

"Pissed off and murderous," Harry stated flatly while one of the more brash members of the VA made to attack Harry, only for him to blur at fully speed and appear in Harry's hand by his neck and lifted off the ground.

"Once more," he said throwing the vampire harmlessly away behind his colleagues, "I mean you no harm. You are merely present to see justice delivered."

"You don't have the authority to sit in judgment of Vampires," a voice suddenly called as a man dressed in black with an ebony cane spoke moving, protectively, to the front of the crowd."

"But I do," the Magister called.

"Now what possible grievance could you have with a vampire," he asked with a dangerous smile.

"I charge Queen Sofie-Anne Leclerq with attempted Regicide, Conspiracy to commit Regicide, 40 counts of murder, conspiracy to commit murder, Attempted kidnapping, conspiracy to commit kidnapping, Attempted Murder, Assault with a deadly weapon, Terrorism, Conspiracy to engage in terroristic acts, and defiling Sacred Ground," he said as the mist began to clear showing the boil and puss riddled form of Sofie-Anne bound at the feet of both Godric and Eric at the base of the stairs.

"Help me!" She sobbed.

"Seize him at once," she cried in pain, only for a perfect hole to form in the mist allowing direct sunlight to strike her face catching it alight.

"Stop this at once Witch!" Nan threatened from near him.

"Oh take all the fun out of this then," Harry said turning to give Nan his undivided attention while the mist returned, and Sofie-Anne was left a charred and peeling mess…lips melted into a permeant seal over his face.

"You will not harm her further," the Magister said striding up to Harry, "unless she is properly convicted by law of the Authority," he spat.

"Look before you vampires, and see what your queen has wrought," he said as a light shown about each of the dead.

"Gaze with pride upon the innocence she robbed from this life."

"LIES!" she screamed having ripped the sealed flesh from her jaw.

"Godric; deal with it please," he called not turning from the Magister to break their staring contest.

"Of course my love," he replied before knocking out Sofie-Anne rather violently.

"What do you want witch," Nan said stepping forward to focus Harry's gaze from the Magister.

Harry began walking in a circle about the assembled vampires….as though stalking them.

"I don't think you understand the gravity of your situation madam," Harry began once more as everyone slowly tracked his progress.

"But my home has been violated by this woman," he said throwing an arm out as Sofie-Anne was bodily summoned and suspended over the yard, "and her co-conspirators who I will deal with shortly."

"My family has suffered monumental loss this day," he continued, "and I will have justice on my own terms…lest this be accepted as a declaration of War," he said as the ground began to quake throwing the ancient and powerful beings from their feet to their backs.

"Harry stop," Eric said rushing to his side.

"There is no indication that Sofie-Anne or Eddington were working with anyone else, or with the knowledge of the Authority," he said rubbing soothing trails up and down Harry's back.

"Right then…." Harry said clearing his throat as the ground stopped trembling and everyone that had fallen slowly stood up.

"Bring her forth Godric," Harry said as several dim beams of sunlight cut through the mist, shining on Sophie-Anne and Godric, as she once more began wailing while Godric seemed unphased.

"Blasphemy!" The Magister suddenly said rounding on Harry.

"What have you done to his sacred blood!" he roared before leaping at Harry only for Eric to intercept the much older vampire and pin him to the ground.

"Calm down Magister; and don't make any sudden moves."

Shrieks and horrible sounds began suddenly emanating from the mist as glowing silhouettes took shape of monstrous beings; taller than normal humans, with what seemed flaming wing like appendages on their back.

"Pax," Harry called, his voice carrying on the wind.

"We have everything well at hand my children," he spoke softly as the light of the dozens of creatures began to fade once more in the mist.

"So what did she do," the middle eastern accented voice of the regent Lilith spoke up.

"What harm did she cause to these? I know for a fact she was on a conference call with one of my subordinates for most of this morning creature….what could she have done?"

Looking past the physical and into the metaphysical Harry saw that this was indeed the Lilith of old….an ancient vampire, perhaps even one of the first, to walk the Earth.

"She conspired to capture and kill my lovers, in an attempt to find the secret to their daywalking," he spoke bluntly.

From his prone position beneath Eric, the Magister began struggling once more.

"Release me!" he called before finally throwing Eric off.

Quickly snatching his fallen cane off the ground, he removed the end cap and drove the silver steak through Eric's heart before Eric could react.

"No!" Nan of all people screamed.

"Schwein!" Godric said before leaping into he air and faster than the eye could see severed the Magister's head from his body, before it exploded upon hitting the ground like a balloon stuffed with rotted meat.

"My Love?" Eric said as blood slowly began to trail from his mouth, and from the site of his wound.

"Maker!" he cried as he fell to his knees.

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February 22, 2009 Bon Temps, LA, US

The palace of Queen Sofie-Anne was one of the more resplendent examples of Southern Decadence in Architecture. While it lacked the sprawling grace and sheer size of even the most humble Normal Castle, it still radiated the sense of wealth and power residing within its walls.

She was enjoying a nice float in her pool with several courtesans when Bill Compton, her little sparrow sent to Bon Temps to investigate the happenings of Eric Northman and his Maker…as well as reports of an unusual human that seemed to carry unusually potent blood.

"Oh Bill! Do come in; the water's fine tonight."

Around the room vampires and humans in various stages of dress were engaging in very debauched activities, or feedings depending on which end of the food chain you happened to belong to.

"We've got some lovely free-range vegan ordered in this evening," she said indicating the little grotto of her pool where several extremely pale men and women were being entertained by rather muscular and hunky African American vampires which happened to govern the New Orleans area.

"Many thanks my queen, but I must decline your most gracious offer," he replied.

"I come to report on the status of the former Sheriff Eric Compton, and his maker Godric; they are as intelligence showed living in Bon Temps now, in the company of a being I cannot describe….the reports Sookie gave to me were true…they dine on human food for sustenance, and several townspeople have identified their photos as having been active during the light of day," he said as a hush swept over the room and all gave up any pretense of not spying on this conversation.

"You've done well to report this to me Bill…and per our agreement, your Writ of Appointment is on my desk," she said indicating a small roll top in the corner of the room.

Bill walked over and saw, lying on the desk, was his Royal Appointment as High Sheriff of the Louisiana 5th District.

"Finally," he said with a gleam in his eye.

"Yes, yes," she replied flippantly.

"Congratulations on your appointment…richly deserved reward…loyalty on penalty of death, yada, yada, yada," she said before blurring and lifting him by his throat, leaving his feet dangling.

"And if you so much as think of leaving me like that piece of garbage Northman," she spat, "I'll hang you by your entrails along the gables of my house just before dawn to ensure you have the most painful of deaths possible Compton."

Bill sputtered in reply attempting to draw breath.

"Are we clear," she hissed in dominance.

"Crystal my Queen," he said going limp in supplication.

She threw him aside and resumed her seat in the still bobbing float as he he made his way hastily to the exit of the room and on to his new life with real power for a change.

0oO0oO0

It was two weeks later that Bill came calling on Eric and Godric, 'Officially.'

He was led into the Music Room by Bertran, where pianos ranging from the time of Mozart to the Modern Grand, Harps, string instruments of several variety, and a few brass were arrayed along with comfortable seating, a nice wood fire burning, and Godric smoking a pipe while reading a paper.

Eric, surprisingly enough to Bill, was playing some classical composition on the Steinway which gently gave off a smooth feel to the room, and light air for the company gathered.

"Mr. William Compton, High Sheriff of the Louisiana 5th," Bertran announced as he walked through the door and escorted Bill to a seat opposite Godric.

"Bill! Godric called from around his pipe.

"Do come join us," he invited over blue puffs of fragrant smoke that seemed to linger just above head height in the room.

"Play something a bit more upbeat Eric," called.

Eric took a moment to think on something, then began playing Stars and Stripes Forever, only for Godric to lower his paper and send a withering glare at his child, who chuckled softly and stopped playing that piece only to begin performing Ein klein Nachtmusik in G Major, K.525: I. Allegro.

"How are you doing this evening Bill," Godric began taking charge as the elder of the three.

He continued to read his paper…a clear indication he didn't find Bill as a threat.

"I came to reintroduce myself to you both; I hope you won't find offense with this Eric, but I've been appointed to your former post."

Eric, clearly having heard, didn't falter in his playing or give any indication he'd been upset by Bill.

"Congratulations Bill! To be as young as you are and appointed a sheriff of such a large district is quite the accomplishment," he said before snapping his fingers and summoning one of the ever present footmen to attend him.

"Please fetch a bottle of the reserve label whiskey, giftwrapped for Mr. Compton, and bring a bottle of mead with three glasses Cedric."

"At once Sir," the footman replied before exiting the room quietly to return in short order with his task accomplished.

"That's not necessary Godric," Bill protested.

"Nonsense," Eric interjected.

"Godric is right," he continued.

"We shall celebrate," he said beginning to play for he's a jolly good fellow as Cedric returned with the drinks requested and a wrapped package for Sheriff Compton.

"Thank you both," Bill said opening the velvet back and spying a black label bottle of 'Gryffindor Courage,' the extremely expensive reserve label of whiskey that Harry's company bottled.

"I'm touched; thank you both kindly," he said placing the bottle back in the bag and to the side.

"Now what have you truly come for Sheriff," Godric said once more puffing his pipe and returning to his paper.

Bill sat back in contemplation before looking to the fire.

He began slowly.

"I congratulate the two of you on finding your home with Mr. Potter," he began cautiously.

"I'd not yet arrived back in Bon Temps when he completed the renovations of the Landry Farm; but I knew Jedidiah Landry when he and his family moved here from Florida and the estate was first established. I have to say that Jed would have been tickled to death his farm was the jewel of the crown, and envy for all of Renard Parish…maybe even Louisiana."

"And," Godric said laying his paper aside and puffing a bit harder as the smoke began wafting ever steadily down from on high and surrounding Bill.

He began coughing out lungs full of the fragrant and soothing tobacco.

"Excuse me," he said taking out a handkerchief and hacking into it.

With a smirk, Godric placed his pipe on its holster at his side table.

"My apologies Sheriff; I forget sometimes not everyone is as accustomed as I to the more sinful delights humans have created. Please continue."

After fanning a bit of the smoke away he composed himself and continued, Eric having long since abandoned the piano and made his way to sit leisurely by his Maker.

"A bit of this should help Bill," Eric said having poured each of them a small sampling of the Honey Meade.

"Thank you Eric," he said accepting his glass as Godric did the same.

"As I was saying," he picked back up.

"I've not resided in Bon Temps as long as Mr. Potter, as I've been out of the state for a great length of time traveling the world until the great reveal; Since then I've had no greater desire than to come home, and found my chance in 2007 when the last of my direct descendants passed on. I snapped at the chance to take back over my home and the family farm."

"As interesting as rehashing local history with you is Sheriff," Eric cut in, "why don't you get toy your point. Our beloved is due back from a rather long business trip in a few hours and we'd like to make ready for him sooner rather than later."

"Calm down Eric….the Sheriff is coming to his point childe."

"Speak plainly Bill Compton; it will be most appreciated," Godric spoke with a smile as Bill's eyes seemed to flash blue in the light of the fire…undoubtedly a trick of the light.

"Sookie Stackhouse….do you have any designs on her?" he asked briskly.

Eric and Godric shared a glance, with raised eyebrows.

"Should we High Sheriff," Godric asked leaning back and sipping his drink.

Eric poured the sheriff a larger measure of alcohol before topping his and Godric's glass and sat back himself.

"She's….not normal…not a normal human," he clarified.

"But not nearly as powerful as Mr. Potter," he finished once more drinking.

"I don't think you'll meet anyone that would be," Eric smirked.

"If you are concerned we would lay claim to your thrall Sheriff," Godric said rising.

"You can put your fears aside…we have no designs on Sookie Stackhouse, her family, friends, or truly this community. We live here with our love, who's business and counsel is his own. You need not fear us Sheriff."

"Though we may have angered Sofie-Anne by the methods we utilized to resign our roles in her Court, or citizenship in her coven, we are happy as we are and will abide her laws out of respect for the Authority."

"I see," Bill said with a shake of his head while he stood through the suddenly dissipating cloud of pipe smoke.

Suddenly Bill's phone began ringing.

"I apologize gentlemen, but I must take this. I'll show myself out," he said grabbing his bottle before blurring and exiting the palace.

"Sookie?" Eric said sitting once more and looking to his maker, who began reading his paper again.

"She smells fae…most likely Unseely," Godric said with a shrug.

With a shrug of his own, Eric rose to return to the piano.

"How about some smooth jazz mein kinder?"

"As you wish Maker," he said cracking his knuckles before beginning the strains of a go to improvisation he'd been working on for years.

0oO0oO0

Harry, having arrived back in Louisiana a few hours earlier, was enjoying the ride back to his estate with Pascal, when they came upon an unusual sight.

A topless woman was running down the road, bleeding from several cuts, and attempting to flag them down.

"My word!" Pascal exclaimed.

"Pull over," Harry said.

As they pulled off the road, the sobbing and incoherent babble of the woman greeted them.

"Ma'am….are you ok? What's happened," Harry asked jumping out of the car, removing his travel coat, and placing it around the woman.

"He's coming! He's coming! We have to go….please, we have to go!" she said pushing past Harry and climbing into the back seat of his car.

"We have to go NOW!" she screamed and sobbed as she tried to hide herself by laying in the floorboard.

"Let's get her to the hospital Pascal," Harry said climbing back in the car and attempting to get the woman to sit up with him.

"Shhh," he said trying to console her. "We've got you now; we're getting you out of here. He can't hurt you anymore," he said.

She began crying even harder and dissolved into a hysterical mess.

Hearing the woman's distress, Pascal pressed the engine to the maximum safe speed to operate, at just over 70 mph on these back country roads.

"My Lord we can be at the hospital in less than 15 minutes," he said.

"Call it in then," Harry instructed as Pascal activated his Bluetooth to emergency services and requested a police escort.

Without warning, a large and lifted truck began tailgating the trio, lights on bright and attempting to run them off the road.

"HE FOUND ME! WE HAVE TO GO FASTER," the woman screamed looking out of the windshield and screaming in recognition.

The deep and resonant horn of the larger vehicle began to blare as it side-swiped the vintage auto.

"Blaspheming Heathen!" Pascal screamed into his Bluetooth as his hands began to glow an ominous orange.

"Calm down and focus on driving Pascal!" Harry shouted over the noise of the woman he was trying to hold down from jumping the wheel.

"For Fuck's sake I've had enough of that," he said touching his index finger to her forehead causing the woman to collapse into a deep and healing slumber.

"I'm going to pop back and deal with Christine," Harry said throwing his thumb over his shoulder.

"My lord no! It's too dangerous," Pascal began only to look into the mirror and see Harry was already gone.

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Inside the dark cab of the lifted truck, with bloody tools strewn about in the floorboard on the passengers side, a used and blood caked tarp tied in the seat, Harry arrived silently and invisible to the human eye.

He observed the relatively young Cajun man, cigarette pinched between his teeth as he smirked and took another swipe at his Rolls on the deserted country backroad.

Dropping his concealment charm Harry casually spoke to the man.

"Don't you think you're driving a bit reckless?"

"Fucking Christ!" René cursed and jerked the wheel, only to hit a rail.

He may have had a chance to make it had he been going the speed limit or les, but being in the lifted truck like he was, the front tires merely snagged the guard rale causing the truck to flip ass over top, and his truck, rather comically, summersaulted straight into the bayou, landing upside down, crushing his cab, and quickly filling with the muck, water, and critters that the state was famous for.

Desperately trying to free himself, he quickly succumbed to panic and the water, before going limp and lifeless.

Standing on the undercarriage of the vehicle, as it continued to slowly sink, Harry met the spirit of René Lenier as it attempted to cross over.

"What are you," the evil man asked of Harry.

"I am your damnation," Harry said before flicking his wrist and opening a fiery portal and consigning René to an eternity of torment and pain for the life he'd lived on Earth.

Managing to stand on the water now, even as the tips of the wheels were all that remained visible, Harry silently vanished only to reappear in his car.

"You can slow down Pascal; all is well. Call it in though," he said turning his attentions once more to the woman…the latest would be victim of the Bon Temps Slasher.

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A phone began to ring in a stately manor home on the outskirts of Jackson Mississippi. It was well known as the exemplar of Antebellum Octagonal Houses, and one of the top listed private estates in the entire Southeastern United States.

It also served as the home and base of operations for His Majesty, King Russel Edingtron, his consort, Prince Talbot Angelis, of Greece, and their loyal pack of hedonistic sociopathic addicts.

"Honey be a lamb and grab that," Talbot called to his husband, King Russel from his soak in the bath.

"One moment darling," Russel called from the bedroom.

"Speak," he nearly barked into the receiver.

Frantic speech met him, and suddenly screamed.

"What do you mean she got away!?"

"Bring Lenier to me NOW!" he raged.

"Dead….how is he dead you incompetent mong-rel!" he cursed drawing out his syllables.

"For fucks sake do I have to do everything for you, you stupid mutt?"

"Fish anything out of that fucking truck right now that ties Lenier to us, or I'll rip your heart from your ASS!" he threatened slamming the phone down.

He quickly stripped and stormed into the bathroom.

"I'm surrounded by fucking incompetents!" he seethed to Talbot.

Talbot, hair wrapped in a towel and polishing his nails in the candle light of the bubble bath, looked up at his King and smirked saucily.

"Bad call," the soft and delicate voice of Russel's lover called.

Stopping in his tracks, stunned by the deadpan audacious comment, he turned quickly from his pacing to face the younger man.

"Don't be catty with me bitch….it ruins my mood," Edington said with a smirk before sliding into the oversized jacuzzi tub with his lover.

"What were you talking about? Who is Lenier?"

"Nothing to worry about my love; just someone who does some business for me."

"You never tell me anything," Talbot pouted as Russel leaned in and trailed kisses along the nape of his neck.

"Oh my darling, but for the weight of my crown I'd share even the most boring of details of my day with you…however, some matters of state are best left to your ignorance," he said sliding Talbot around for prime poking position. (P-Trip in Gay).

"Wait….Lenier…" Talbot said throwing his husband off of him.

"Isn't he that bumpking from Shreveport?"

"Bump-kin my darling," Russel said wiping the suds from his face where he'd splashed.

"That man was as much a king as I am a woman."

"Well then madam," Talbot tried to say in a sultry manner over his small lisp, "I guess I'm gonna have to make you my lady tonight," he said taking charge…for once.

Russel did his best not to laugh and spoil Talbot's fun. It'd been too long since he'd been this playful.

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Back in the Present

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Red.

The color of the evening sky just as the light refracted perfectly upon low lying clouds.

The color of the moonlight when certain pollutants caused the white light of the sun to refract along the color spectrum and break down into its component colors.

It was the color obscuring Harry's vision as Eric fell to his back, blood pouring from his mouth and the Magister's cane sticking out of his chest.

Locking his gaze with Nan Flannigan, the closest vampire…the closest enemy to his beloved, Harry snapped.

Suddenly blue fire erupted from every pore of Nan's body, and she exploded violently before she had time to vocalize her shriek of pain.

The mist suddenly parted and several vampires caught fire and met the true death as the light of the sun shown through.

Walking forward with purpose, Harry toughed the tip of his index finger to Roman, who upon withdrawing it, began to melt as though a wax figuring under a heat lamp.

"Stop! He did not act on our authority!" Lilith screamed at the death of so many of her favored.

"Why should I stop?" Harry asked turning to her as Godric flew through the mist and began removing the spines of several of the younger vampires in order to immobilize them for playtime with Harry.

"He was scared and irrational; yet you can revive Eric," Lilith called.

With a snap of his fingers," The mist suddenly cleared and the vampires which yet lived were all exposed to the noon sun.

"I'm well aware of that Mother of Monsters," Harry said, eyes clouding over once more with divine power.

"And I'm only yet beginning to have my fun," he said as he removed the cane from Eric, and leaning down, touched his lover's chest only for him to awaken, whole and hale, and stand once more at Harry's side.

With a snap of his finger, the dead vampires that had been slaughtered were revived and restrained, as all but Eric and Godric blistered in the sun.

"Have your fun my love," Harry said conjuring an array of silver implements and devices to poke, prod, and inflict pain upon the vampires with.

"They've tried my patience for the last time," Harry growled before walking to the sobbing Sofie-Anne that lay bound before Lilith, grabbed the silver bound woman, freed her from her shackles, and healed her.

"Why….why are you doing this," Sofie-Anne sobbed.

"KILL ME!" she begged only for Harry to begin chanting in old-high Latin that even Godric had trouble following.

Aperta Prodigium, dilatato suam dare

ad tardus Satanas sponsa.

Ignis et sulphur, et dolore sublime iactare Cenobite

Ego autem in medio domus!

With the sound like the cracking of ice, a rip began to appear in the space between spaces which held this universe together, and a black portal appeared slowly.

Jagged streaks of black light emerged, while the light of the sun blotted out.

From behind him, Lilith gasped recognizing the sighs for a demonic summoning, even in the absence of a ritual circle, sacrifice, or offering.

Power surrounded this man…this being…and she suddenly fell to her knees and began wailing as the implications fully hit her.

"Why do you cry Mother of Monsters," Godric said with a smirk as blood dripped from his chin where he'd prior ripped out throats, organs, or other body parts and feasted.

"I sense the truth," she sobbed and threw herself prostrate behind Harry.

"My lord! Forgive us," she begged.

"Spare my children, and take me instead," she begged with blood trailing from her eyes.

As the last toll of the bell rang, a still overtook the lawn until suddenly, and without warning, a full blood moon hung overhead.

Then they came forth.

The bound vampires which had been revived were involuntarily removed from their positions, and lined beside Harry, while those which had yet to die were lifted from their hiding places and brought to observe as well.

"What is this place," a tall man dressed in black leather with row after row of nails driven into his skull asked in a deceptively calm and reassuring tone as ethereal fog continued to flow into this universe from that which was beyond.

"Playthings," Harry said with a voice the sound of many waters, eyes aglow in the dark and with but a gesture summoned the other cenobites which had emerged from portals behind the group to face him.

"You shall play with them for three score and ten years, then return them to this day."

"And who are you to order us," the female cenobite spoke in indignation.

With a flash of his eyes, she suddenly was assaulted with mental imagery of who Harry is, and fell to her knees wailing in pain.

"I AM," Harry growled, "and I command!"

Lighting stuck and suddenly the scenery shifted to return to Harry's Palace and lawn.

"These seven," he continued calming down, "are to be taught the utmost in humility and respect for their betters," Harry ordered.

"Whatever ye break, whether it be bone or sanity, return to them upon the end of their sentence Pinhead," Harry said with a smirk.

With the mere flick of his wrist the seven revived vampires were flung with the Cenobites through the hastily conjured portal as reality returned.

Immediately Nan, Lilith, and several other council members caught aflame before Harry blew a breath and quenched their fires.

"They'll be back this evening," He said conversantly drawing Eric and Godric to himself, and snapping a finger caused the dead in Potter to rise and retake their posts around the property, while household staff, once more in human guise, began waiving their hands and banishing the funeral pyres.

"Why don't we head into the house for a spot of lunch and to discuss the terms of the surrender of the Vampire Authority, and the reparation and tribute I will accept for your fealty."

"Please no Harry," Godric called with a groan.

"Who want's haggis?" he said leading the way into the ground level and the darkness it contained, even as the smoke began to bubble up from his captive guests in the yard.

"I've eaten literally human hearts that taste better than that shit," Eric groused while the other vampires, compelled forward by Harry's powers, listened in with confusion and fear.

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Chapter 06. - Like Moths to a Flame (Part I.)

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For the last year, MarryAnn Forrester, the name she'd assumed for these last few decades, and her man servant, devote Karl, had set up shop on the Eastern Seaboard in her attempt to locate the divine presence she'd felt.

So far they'd encountered many powerful spirits, creatures of both light and darkness, but nothing divine.

Months of frenzied ritualistic prayers, including animal and human sacrifice, bloodletting, and hedonism had not yet cleared her sight to know where the god, her god, was.

Then one day, as she and Karl were packing up her home in Miami, her world changed.

Power.

Unspeakable, cosmic, orgasmic, divine, power flowed through the Earth's eddies and currents saturating the land in glorious rage.

"MY GOD IS WRATHFUL!" she fell to her knees suddenly as she orgasmed in the middle of a Pier 1, scaring a toddler and offending the blue hair that she'd been talking too.

"Ma'am," the recent highschool grad said, coming to check on her.

"You'll do," she said through bleary eyelids, before opening them to to show completely black eyes as he body shook and pulsed in time to the power flowing through her, amplifying her own hedonistic powers.

Overhead sparks rained down as light fixtures, security cameras, and all electrical components in the store, including phones, fried.

"Ma'am," the handsome former jock called only for his eyes to glaze over and MaryAnn to mount him in the middle of the store which became an impromptu orgy.

Mothers with small children, happily married, were so disgusted by the site they fled, while complete strangers began engaging in acts of heterosexual, homosexual, pan sexual, polysexual frenzy and all manner of debauchery….

Many right in front of the imported salad bowls on isle 12.

"I hear!" she moaned riding the little horsey up to town beneath her as the teen began to moan.

"I obey," she clenched as another wave of power washed over her and she climaxed once more.

Light, holy white and pure light, suddenly left the open eyes and mouth of the young man as MaryAnne literally devoured his essence to fuel her spell, and she saw a town, a palace, and a name for her god.

"Bon Temps!" she said rolling her neck as her sweat soaked body came down off it's high.

"I have finally found you my lord! My precious Dionysus," she cooed removing herself from the dried husk of the teen beneath her.

Removing him completely she turned around and popped her back, only for a bit of wind to escape and the husk of a boy was blow as dust on the wind.

The thralls in the store remained at their passions, until one after another they began devouring each other….literally.

"I hate to leave such a swinging party," she said dressing once more, "but I have a plane to catch."

"Karl! Car, now!"

Police would ponder for years what could have cause so many to engage in such sadomasochistic actions so randomly, but few would ever get past old lady Beltáne, a woman of considerable girth, being rushed to the hospital along with the lover she'd attacked to have his head surgically removed from her womb.

The powers of the Maenad were diverse, but centered on sexual depravity and the deepest desires of the individuals around.

Who knew that old bat had birthing fetish….certainly not her 12 children….

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***To Be Continued***

Author's Commentary:

With this fic, this chapter in particular, I'm trying out a new style of story telling…instead of purely chronological I've attempted to chop things up a bit so to build tension and allow the mind of the reader to wander and form conclusions.

As I've said in prior stories, my style isn't planned writing….I go at this as though I'm watching an episode of my story, then try to faithfully transcribe my imagination onto the page.

It's rough, some is crass, and some is gross…just as the actual True Blood.

I'm trying to be descriptive with the naughty bits, without getting into erotic because that's not what this story is about or my schtick.

Concerning HarryxGodricxEric: Before I get flames, I'm not positive Harry, or any of these three really, are Gay.

Hear me out on this: Harry, as a deity, has shared literally a part of himself by his blood with Eric and Godric. It's a familiar warmth, a familiar presence to him.

He's linked himself intimately to them with power and blood the long term consequences of which we do not know.

He's still relatively "knew" to being a god in this story, as I envision this as one of the universes where he is not the Prime Potter and is learning the ropes as it were on what's ok to do, what's not ok, what is worth his wrath, what isn't etc.

He's not human, and neither are the Vampires (which aren't really vampires anymore) so his concept of sexuality, sex, and sexual orientation are a bit….off.

If you stick with me through the next installment I plan on delving into that with the arrival and actions of MarryAnne and others.

This is not even the main story for this arc. I'm merely setting up things concerning the Vampire Authority how I want, and giving Harry more exposure in a controlled manner than simply unleashing him on the world.

Translation Central: Google Translate is your friend.

Thank you all sincerely for playing in my sandbox! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Original Chapter Date: 10/29/2018

Polished Date:

Reviews are welcome, and appreciated. Please feel free to share this story file with your friends, chat groups, etc. I welcome all constructive criticism.

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