A/N: Loverlies! Thank you for the support of my last chapter. Finally all that you have been waiting for. What the fuck has Cleo been doing? I warn you that it goes back quite a few years in modern history and involves some of the most famous figures of the times in question. I hope that her antics were worth the wait. I have put a lot of research into this story and I hope it shows. Anyway enjoy this chappie!

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Friday November 26, 1999

Plantation – Somewhere Shreveport, Louisiana 6:42 p.m.

"Pamela this books no argument. Watch the club and reschedule all of my Area business for after the Ball. Call the interviewees and reschedule them again, the ball and the human holiday are making me seem unorganized. Unacceptable. After you make the aforementioned calls pack for the Ball, and leave the Anubis itinerary on my desk. I am not to be interrupted for any reason tonight my sister is going to be found. I can not have her threatening Sookie in any way. Godric is beside himself at her behavior."

With that I hung up my cell and got lost in thought.

Cleo hasn't returned to the nest. Her antics infuriate me. Godric's call is not to be ignored. She shows total disrespect as his bonded and child with her actions. It saddens me that she is envious of me. She is just as valuable and worthy as I. He chose her just as he chose me. Women are hard to understand as creatures. He loves her and look at his suffering. Why in any capacity would I want this cumbersome emotion?

I understand Godric's reasoning. Cleo believes that she is the reincarnated embodiment of Isis. The religious beliefs of Ancient Egyptians are much of what my Nordic stance is on Gods. Isis was worshiped as the ideal mother and wife. I believe this and her stubborn nature drove Godric to bond to her. During her mortal life Cleopatra had many children and each one was sacred to her. It is one reason that she held on to her mortal life with such ferocity. She wanted to see her children on the throne as Pharaoh. Godric went to great lengths to ensure her line glamoring soldiers that had procreated with her.

Tonight we search for my wayward sister. It shouldn't take long as we both can take flight and track her in the air. I have yet to understand why Godric hasn't punished her as he should, but he is master it isn't my place to voice these concerns.

"My Child."

"Master."

"She has ran to Texas whatever she has done there she has returned to finish it."

We took to the air. In little over an hour we had landed at Godric's nest in Dallas. We found Cleo in the study staring into the fire.

"My Love. Brother."

"Cleo", I said, "What is the meaning of your insubordination? Enough secrecy. You dare shun your bonded and master?"

"Brother I have condemned myself to final death. And thus my eternal love shall parish with me. I am broken", she sobbed bloody tears staining streaks down her beautiful face.

"I tired to solve this. I contacted a witch to break our bond. It is an impossibility", her voice cracked and she sank to her knees before my master, "Love let me go. Do not let my transgressions be the end of you. You can not end I will not allow it. It is the only way set me free and doing so will break you away from me. Please", she begged grabbing his pant legs.

I felt for her and I agreed that she could not be his final end. I wanted to spare his pain. As she spoke he had cried and resigned himself to die with her. He has yet to speak. I feel his resolve in our bond.

"Cleo enough of this. Enough riddles. What have you done My Love? If you do not tell me, I will command you and exact a punishment suitable. Your pain is mine I will suffer it to see this righted."

"Love no this is my burden. I must bare it alone."

"As your maker I command you to divulge your transgressions."

Bloody tears slid down her cheeks as she spoke, "Maybe this will strengthen you to let me go. During the early 1960's I was obsessed with John F. Kennedy. We were apart during this time and I was alone longing for you. I was competing for his attentions most arduously. Although he was much too interested in that Blonde Bombshell Marilyn Monroe. On Johnny's birthday in 1962 she publicly sang for him. Her brainless rendition of Happy Birthday. My blood boiled. I vowed he would be mine. In all my years I have never made a vampire child. I wanted him and she was in my way. You had your Eric and I wanted MINE! I didn't want him as a thief in the night I wanted him to love me as you do. To ease the pain that was building in me. From May to August I befriended her it was agony like a dagger in my heart. Many nights it took all of my willpower to refrain from draining that whore. I knew if I killed her and it was linked to me in anyway Johnny would hate me forever.

Anyhow on August 5, 1962 she had a lavish party. She was inebriated on champagne. I watched her from afar so that I couldn't be linked to being seen with her that night. All of the guests had left her property. I snuck into her room via the balcony. She was surprised to see me there. I had a long talk with her and explained everything that she had done to me. I glamored her when she started shrieking. I told her to take an overabundant amount of barbiturates that she had on the nightstand. She complied and downed both bottles. I laughed as they attacked her system. As her breathing slowed I positioned her to make it look like a suicide. It was hard to not mark her. I wanted to feel her die in my arms, but things didn't work out that way. She slipped into a deep sleep and her lungs filled with liquid. I called the police and left.

I was free of her and Johnny would never be any the wiser for it. For five months I won him over. In January of 1963 Johnny joined with Irish President Éamon de Valera to form The American Irish Foundation. I was unable to travel with him. He was there for 10 days, and I was lonely then as I am now. When he returned from Ireland he spent months working on the economy of the states. I was so proud of him. By that time he had declared his love for me and I formed the bond with him. He was an emotional man. You had shown me the courtesy of waiting to turn me. He didn't know that I was a vampire, and I never told him. I felt that he was doing great things and I had to wait. We live forever and I was patient. I felt alive again from January to November. On the 22nd at the noon day sun he was taken from me. I awoke that night and was drowning in sorrow. I took out my sadness on many unsuspecting humans. Three weeks later I returned to you.

Johnny's son Jr. was a fitting substitute. He was dashing and handsome. Charismatic as his father. The Kennedy's are known for their scandalous ways. I became his mistress. He had bought me a beach house in Martha's Vineyard. He was an accomplished pilot. He flew to see me many times. On the last visit he had brought his family and by night he warmed my bed. We were happy. His wife had a charity function in LA and he had to return to take care of his GQ lime-lighting. They left sometime in the afternoon. No one knew that he had been to Martha's Vineyard. To cover it up I glamored the tower to say that they were landing there not taking off from the small airport. Someone saw us on the beach that night and reported it to the police. I had lived in the area for so long that I was a fixture of the community. The authorities reported me to the family and now they are after me, and know that I am Vampire. When you took the Sheriff position here in Dallas I felt closer to Johnny. I returned here to meet the sun on the grassy knoll. To die not far from the love I have lost. Let me go. Godric let me go!"

"Cleo you stupid wench. After all I have done for you. This, this is how you repay me. You are not worthy of the love and centuries we have shared. I knew I should have locked you in a silver lined coffin all those years ago in England. Slut. I release you. I spurn you. My love is now but hatred. You deserve your final death. I hope it is slow."

With that he turned and walked from the room. I was in a perpetual state of shock. The one woman he had professed his love for had worked up an elaborate hoax to replace him. Out of jealousy. I walked to the edge of the couch and grabbed her by the hair.

"Cunt! Why? Am I worth your death? Unbelievable. Decades of deceit.", my voice was like ice I was blinded my rage.

"Brother leave me be. Dawn is many hours from now let me wallow in anguish. I have lost all. You remain as you always have been. No harm has come to you or your bimbo of a human. So much like Marilyn. I was going to exact my pain to you but thought better of it. Leave me alone."

"Pain you haven't learned the meaning of pain."

I struck her across the face then and blood poured from her nose and mouth.

"You are so ready to end it I will help you and it will be painful."

I drug her from the room in search of stakes and chains. If she was going to be a martyr I was going to help her. She never put up a struggle. Her loss of the will to exist sickens me more. Vampire is a gift and she spit upon it and my master. My rage fuels me. Engulfs me. Drives me. I placed my gloves from my back pocket on my hands. I found a chain and bound her with her hands behind her back. I dragged her with the chains that were melting into her skin. The smell of her flesh burning was satisfying. I drug her from the house and flew the 17 blocks to the Texas Book Depository.

We landed on the roof and she looked absolutely glorified in the prospect of her death. In all of my existence I have killed many. I have never relished a death as much as this one. I picked her up by the throat and held her out at arms length over the edge of the roof and dropped her the seven stories onto the sidewalk below. She screamed on the long fall down and continued to wail and moan as she hit the ground. I landed a mere inch from her hands and shuffled my feet and placed all my weight into her digits. They let out a satisfying crack.

"Are you still wishing for death?"

"Yes, yes"

"I will make you beg for a stake before the dawns early light reaches your body."

Every bone in her body was broken now that I had smashed her hands under my boot. Her suffering was bliss. I dragged her across Dealey Plaza diagonally across Elm Street. The gravel was becoming embedded in her gashes and cuts caused by protruding bones.

We reached the Grassy Knoll and I removed the backpack that I had gathered all of the supplies into. I laid her out on the grass spread eagle. I placed stakes at her head hands feet and in the center between her legs. Once the six stakes were planted into the ground I took the 40 foot silver chain from the bag. I tore the clothes from her body. I wanted the contact of the silver on her skin. I wound the chain around her neck and up to the stake above her head. Then down to the left wrist and to the stake a foot from her fingertips. Across her body with the chain and around the right wrist and to the stake a foot from those fingers as well. Her body was smoking and she was trying not to scream from the pain. I took the chain and placed it across her body down her leg to the left ankle and to the stake three feet out. I did the same to the right making sure to make maximum contact with her exposed skin. Once I had her rigged to the star of death I used vampire speed to wrap her tightly from toes to head in the chain. I stood and surveyed my work. It was down right horrifying. I was pleased. With the remaining chain in my hand I used all of my strength to tighten the bonds. The chain wound around her limbs cut further and further into her reaching the bone. She was struggling against me now. Just as I hoped she would.

"I suggest that you shut your fucking mouth. I am tired of hearing you scream. If I have to rip out your tongue I will make you swallow a silver ball."

I was praying for a mere whimper. The blood lust had taken over. I was primal. I tied the chain to a pecan tree not far away to maintain the tension on the line. Reaching into the backpack I pulled out a silver dagger and began making small cuts into her skin. The blood was sluggish pouring from the wounds. I didn't want to kill her just make her feel the pain in my master's heart. I could feel him drowning in despair in the bond. I knew he wasn't feeling her pain just his own. I felt no remorse for her she had called this down on herself with her jealousy and childishness. In a matter of minutes she had thousands of cuts littering her body. I was happy with my work. She wailed for me to release her from her bonds. I forced open her mouth and ripped her tongue from her lips. Returning to the bag I retrieved the silver ball and shoved it into her mouth.

"Swallow it! If I have to force you to swallow it you will regret it."

She swallowed the ball and I heard it singe her vocal cords. I had my fun with my play thing and told her so.

"I am done. Dawn is two hours from now. I hope you enjoy your suffering.

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Plantation – Somewhere Shreveport, Louisiana 4:30 a.m.

With that I took to the sky and returned to Shreveport before I could get caught without a resting place. I found Godric in my study.

"Is it done?"

"It will be finished in 15 minutes. Could you feel her pain? I kept checking but felt no sign of it from you."

"No, the bond is dissolved. Her betrayal and my hatred took care of it."

"Will you leave?"

"No, my Eric I have much to do here. Your Sookie has me bound to her. I am glad that you formed a bond with her on her terms. Niall can't fight it. He is going to make things hell for you when he finds out about her, and then your relationship. I know that you are well prepared for this. I worry no longer. You are tied together in love much as I was to Cleo. He can not harm you without harming her."

"I am going to shower and prepare for the dawn master can I get you anything?"

"No, I just have to finish packing for New Orleans. Then I too will be awaiting dawn. Rest well child."

"Rest well Master."

I retired to my chamber and took the fastest shower in Vampire history. I slipped into my bed. I rejoice in the fact that Cleo can no longer hurt my Master so. Her admissions tore out his undead unbeating heart. It rocked me to the core of me and made me realize that I too feel love. I imagined these traitorous words coming from Sookie and I was unable to fathom what I would do.

Making a list of things for bobby to accomplish during the daytime hours today I e-mailed him a final time and placed my phone on the nightstand in the charging station. I rolled onto my side scooping the extra large body pillow under my chin and threw a leg up over it and died for the day wishing it was my Southern Belle.

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I know this was short but it was a lot of information and pertinent important stuff at that. Loverlies I enjoyed bringing out ruthless Eric more than I should have. Maybe I am sick in the head!

Much love,

3 Affy