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Chapter 16
SPOV
I wake between my two vampires with a smile before snuggling between them with a soft sigh, sending up a silent prayer of thanks for their presence in my life. The steady hum of Eric's life force as well as this insane connection I share with Godric are with me at all times now, a constant reminder of the love we share, because we truly love one another, having confirmed as much only last night to one another.
I sit up then, remembering Amelia will be stopping by with the spell needed to bring Godric to himself once more before I'm wiggling my way free of my loves' tight embrace. I ready for the day and am making my way up the stairs to meet my friend as a small frown forms over my face.
Amelia told me it will be up to me to fix this wish and I can't help worrying I may screw this up again somehow. God, I don't think I could live with myself knowing I was the cause of more misfortune for my counterpart. Shit. I really hope Amelia can help me out with this. I step into the dining room then and have to smile seeing my witchy roommate already has a steaming mug of coffee prepared for me.
"Morning," she says, sending me a wink over her own steaming cup of joe.
"Hey, thanks," I say, lifting the mug towards her before taking the first, heavenly sip. She proceeds to pull out a glowing, blue vile and I sit at the table beside her, eyeing the potion warily. "That's it?" I question, earning a firm nod from my friend.
"That's it, the potion that will allow you to reconstruct your wish," she confirms as I reach out to run my finger over the cool glass, my mind reeling with the possible outcomes of this.
"I'm scared, Ames," I admit softly, looking up to see her chocolate eyes shining in concern. "What if I mess this up again? What if I make it worse somehow?" I question miserably as she takes firm hold of my hand, a small smile pulling at her lips.
"It's understandable for you to feel like that and you really shouldn't take this lightly," she informs me solemnly. "But, like I explained before, the power of a wish is all about the intent behind it," she reminds me. "Let your heart lead you, Sook, and you'll be just fine," she assures me, bringing a small smile to my face as I pull her into a tight hug.
"Thanks, Ames, I don't know what I'd do without you," I admit, bringing a small snort from her as she pulls away to grin at me.
"Your life would be completely boring and you know it," she teases as I roll my eyes, knowing she couldn't be further from the truth, especially as of late. "So, you talk to your blonde stud about these witchy bitches?" she questions as I nod to her.
"Eric had a pretty good idea about how to deal with them, actually," I inform her as she rests her chin upon her hands, fluttering her lashes at me with a small smirk.
"Please, do enlighten me, dearest friend, because I am completely clueless here," she admits, bringing a light snicker from me before I press ahead with my explanation.
"He didn't have, like, a concrete plan or anything, but he mentioned our many connections over the supe community, suggesting it may be best to stand united against this coven," I inform her as her brown eyes sparkle in delight.
"Freaking genius," she claims, shaking her head at me. "It's so simple, I can't believe I didn't think of it before," she muses before a small frown forms over her face. "But, Sook, our customers deal with us directly, do you really think they'd be willing to work together? I mean, it's kind of an unspoken rule of the supernatural world that the different groups kind of despise one another."
"Yeah, I know," I sigh out with a shrug. "But Eric is pretty sure if the rest of the groups are being harassed the way the local witches and he were, they may be willing to overlook their differences in order to rid the town of this threat," I explain, earning a thoughtful nod from my witchy friend.
"So they threatened the Viking as well," she says softly, tilting her head in thought. "Pretty damn ballsy of them, but it makes you wonder just how many other groups they've threatened so far," she muses as I nod my agreement, having speculated upon this exact same thing.
"This probably sounds bad, but I'm kind of hoping they've managed to piss off a number of groups if we're hoping to form a strong front," I answer back, bringing a small smirk from Amelia.
"I like the way you think there, roomie," she tells me with a wink before turning to fish her client log from her leather tote. "Damn," she whispers, shaking her head as we both look to the thick logbook. "I'd say we've got our work cut out for us," she sighs out as I nod my agreement before walking across the kitchen to grab my purse.
"We don't have to call everyone though," I assure her. "If we can manage to convince the group leaders to fight, it'll be up to them to convince their followers."
"Oh, thank God," Amelia whispers, running her hand through her spikey, chestnut hair. "Or else we'd be here all freaking day," she sighs out, bringing a snort of amusement from me.
"So, here's what I'm thinking," I tell her, sitting down to pull my own log out of my purse, along with a pen. "I can call Alcide, that will ensure the werewolf pack will stand with us and if you could call Cataliades, we'll have a couple demons on our side as well," I tell her, writing the numbers beside the listed names.
"Oh, and I can call Octavia," she says excitedly, adding her name to the list. "She could bring in her own coven to join the fight," she tells me as I nod to her a huge grin coming to my face, realizing our odds are really looking up.
"And I can call Calvin Norris. I know he'll talk the panthers into fighting with us," I muse aloud, having a decent relationship with the local werepanther's leader. "And I may as well hit up Quinn as well," I add with a shrug. "He may not be part of a group, but he could definitely provide muscle if it comes down to a physical fight."
"Plus we'll have the vamps standing with us," Amelia says with a grin, looking over our list with a firm nod. "I'd say so long as we can get the other groups to agree with this, we've got a pretty damn good shot at defeating these greedy bitches."
"Most definitely," I concede, before gazing over our list thoughtfully. "We should probably plan a meeting," I tell her. "It would be easier to discuss strategy if we got everyone together, well, so long as they can all agree to behave themselves," I sigh out, realizing what an epic disaster this little gathering could turn out to be.
"Good point, though, if they're being threatened by outside forces, I have to assume they'll put their petty differences aside, just like Eric suggested they might," she says as I have to nod in agreement. "So, how 'bout we ask them all to meet us at Fangtasia tomorrow night after full dark? You think Eric will close down the bar for us?" she asks as I nod to her.
"I'm sure he'd be fine with that, he wants this coven taken care of sooner rather than later, or else he's apt to lose the bar altogether," I inform her solemnly. "Let's do this then," I tell her, picking up my phone to dial Alcide first.
"Hey, Sookie," Alcide answers a bit anxiously. "You're still coming to the challenges tonight, right?" he questions, bringing a small smile to my face.
"Of course, Alcide, I'm looking forward to it," I assure him, earning a sigh of relief from my friend. "I was actually calling to ask if you'd happened run into any members of a new coven that's just hit town," I explain before there's a long, silent pause between us. "Alcide?" I question, looking to the screen to see if the call was dropped.
"How did you know?" he questions as I let out a small sigh of relief.
"So, they threatened you too," I surmise, hearing a loud sigh from my friend.
"Yeah, they barged into my office the other day, threatening to out me to my human customers if I didn't meet their demands," he explains miserably. "I don't know what I'm gonna do, Sookie. My dad left this company to me and it's all I've got. I can't afford to lose it," he adds as I nod firmly before explaining our plan to him.
"Interesting," he answers back. "And the vamps are really willing to work with us?" he questions incredulously.
"That's right; they're in the exact same position as you, Alcide. This coven has managed to piss off all the local groups and if we can just pull together, I know we can run them off," I assure him before there's another prolonged silence between us.
"Alright, count us in," he confirms, bringing a wide grin to my face.
"Thanks, Alcide," I tell him through my smile. "We can talk about this more tonight," I assure him before we say our goodbyes and I end the call with a satisfied smirk. "Wolves are in," I inform my coconspirator as she grins over at me.
"Demons and Octavia's coven are in as well," she assures me as we both place checkmarks beside the listed names. I then place a call to Calvin Norris, hearing a similar story from him, learning the coven threatened to out him to Norcross, the local lumber processing company he's employed at, something that would surely devastate him and in turn, the rest of his Hotshot community as well. He happily agrees to bring his able panthers into the fight and I'm left thanking him before ending the call and crossing his name off the list. Well, that leaves only one, final name left on our list, Quinn, the weretiger.
"Oh, please put him on speakerphone, Sook, I get a kick out of the two of you," Amelia pleads, batting her lashes at me as I dial the number before looking to her with a small smirk.
Quinn and I have worked together a LOT, considering his job as a supernatural coordinator. He's become a really good friend of mine and the two of us have developed a bit of a teasing relationship that basically consists of us flirting relentlessly with one another. It's all in fun, being nothing more than a way the two of us can pass the time together at the many supe events and it's actually pretty amusing, at least to us.
"Oh, fine," I concede, hitting up the tiger before laying the phone on the table between us as Amelia claps excitedly.
"Hey, babe," Quinn's low voice purrs through the speaker, making me snort as I roll my eyes at Amelia who's giving me a knowing smirk. "I was planning on talking with you at the ceremony tonight, but I see you couldn't wait that long to talk to me, you little minx," he unabashedly flirts as I shake my head, having to smirk, hearing the amused giggles sounding from Amelia.
"You caught me," I sigh out, earning a low chuckle from the tiger. "What can I say? I'm defenseless to your charms, pussycat," I purr, earning more laughter from my friend. "But I'm actually calling because Bon Temps' supe community is in a bit of trouble," I inform him rather solemnly.
"Ah, so you were hoping I'd be willing to put all these pretty muscles of mine to good use," he muses and Amelia and I are both left snickering together as I can't help imagining him proudly flexing said muscles in an outrageous display.
"You got it, big boy, though, you'd best take care of that pretty face of yours. I just don't know what I'd do if such utter perfection were ever spoiled," I sigh out theatrically, earning a fit of bubbling laughter from my friend.
"For you, babe, consider it done. I certainly couldn't allow any harm to come to a sexy, little thing such as yourself," he teases back as I'm left grinning like a loon.
"Oh, my hero!" I cry out, before the three of us are laughing heartily together.
"Don't you forget it, babe," he tells me once our laughter quiets. "See you tonight?"
"Sure thing, pussycat," I confirm before ending the call. "Well, these witches certainly will have their work cut out for them now," I inform my nodding bestie, who proceeds to place the glowing, blue vile into my hand with a soft smile.
"Just have him swallow the contents of the vile and then you can go ahead and make your wish. Godric will be put into a sleep like state then, but it should only last a couple hours at most before he'll wake with his memories intact once more," she explains, squeezing my fingers over the cool glass. "Trust your instincts and you'll be just fine," she assures me before standing from the table.
I sit for a time, just staring down at the glowing potion before sending an absent wave at my friend as she exits the house. I feel Godric waking then and realize it's time to fix this mistake of mine, to bring Godric back to himself once more. God, please don't let me mess this up, not again.