Chapter 39

SPOV

The anger at being interrupted almost snatches me out of the ecstasy I was engulfed in. Memories of my past interaction with the Death Twins play in my mind. Subconsciously, I can feel the scars and wounds they caused me. I am only torn from my thoughts by the roar that erupts from Eric.

He gently sets me back down by the fire and stands. I look up at him and I can't help but lick my lips at his gorgeous naked form, standing tall in front of me. He smirks, but it quickly fades as he no doubt senses the beings that mean us harm.

"Do not leave the house. As far as the fairies…do what you will, if they get pass the wards. I will be back once I get rid of these dumb fucks." He turns to walk away, but vamps in front of me instead. Pulling me into his arms, he lays such a whooper of a kiss on me that I'm tempted to ignore them and believe the wards will keep them out.

"Hurry back, Eric. And please be careful." I whisper as his arms tighten around me. He lets me go and heads to his day chamber entrance. As he descends, I retreat into my mind and survey the situation.

I see Neave and Lochlan as they stand just beyond the wards, no doubt trying to figure out how to get pass them. The vampires have formed a circular perimeter around them as well, thought none of them know of its presence. I'm banking on one of them to be stupid and cross it, making Eric's job that much quicker.

As if I timed it myself, one of the vampires closest to the Twins bursts into flames as he moves too close. It brings a smile to my face as the bastard disintegrates. Neave laughs, but quickly reigns in her amusement once she sees the look of anger on her brother's face.

Although I really want to, I don't dive into their minds because then they will know that I'm not the weak human I was before. So I just observe them, making sure that they don't fuck with my husband.

Speaking of the love of my life, he emerges from our day chamber. Clad in all black with his two favorite swords on his back, he walks through the foyer and living room to me. I move to stand, but he helps me up. Ever the gentleman.

"I do hope that you will put on some clothes on the slight chance that you encounter the fairies. You look too delectable to be seen this way by anyone other than me." I giggle and conjure myself into a bright yellow sundress sans underwear. He quirks his eyebrow at me and I peek his lips.

"You want it to be believable, don't you?" I ask.

He sighs and nods in agreement. "Off with you so you can resume your previous task." He smiles and kisses me again. This kiss is all-consuming, the gravity of what is about to happen weighing heavily in the air. Reluctantly, we pull ourselves apart.

"I love you, min Gudinna. Please be careful." He orders and blinks out of my view. I return to my trance so that I can see everything that is about to go down on my land.

EPOV

I blink out of the farmhouse, rising well above the property so that I can float and observe our intruders. The vampires' numbers have now dropped to five with the two fairies. I know it is only a matter of time before they get pass the wards and I have mixed feelings about it. On one hand, I am apprehensive about allowing Sookie to face the duo alone, especially after their last encounter. Remembering that things have most certainly changed and that meeting was years ago, I am able to fight the natural urge I have to protect my wife at all costs. Add the fact that she is pregnant with my children, I want to turn back and never leave her side.

On the other hand, she needs her retribution. I know far too well how revenge can alter your life. Granted, she did not let those events destroy her, but they came to us. They may not remember what they did to her so long ago, but we do. And they will pay for it with their lives.

As I muse, the fairies join hands and begin chanting. They are now making their move to weaken the wards. With them distracted, I can take out their reinforcements and lure them into the house where we can both enjoy the last few moments of their lives.

Starting furthest away from the soon-to-be dead fairies, I blink behind my first victim. Not wasting any time, I rip his head off and move to the next one. This one disintegrates as I squeeze his undead heart in the palm of my hand, slinging the remnants of gore off my hand. Gross. The next two fuckers fall at the end of my silver and iron swords with ease. One left to go.

Before I can get to him, the fairies create a hole in the wards. They let the vampire in, who immediately begins searching for any type of entrance. Although I know she must sense them, I have to warn her.

"Lover, they are at the front door. One vampire left. Are you ready?" I probe with my mind.

"Yes, sweetie. I'm ready." She replies as I feel her bloodlust kick in. It is almost as strong as mine.

Suddenly, the fairies are gone and only the vampire stands on the porch. I fly down and snatch him from where he was standing, rising with him in the air. There is no need for pleasantries, so I rip him limb from limb, tossing the parts in random directions.

I take his place on the porch as I know from their minds that their plan was to gain entrance and let him in to drain her.

Not now. Not today. And not ever will that happen.

SPOV

I didn't move after Eric's warning. There was no need to. I wanted them to come in. I could feel our boys getting antsy, moving around more than usual. I guess they knew something was about to go down. Although I should probably be scared, being preggo and all, I'm not. I feel strong and ready to release some tension after recent events.

Not a second after finishing that thought, the pair appear in my foyer. The two notorious fairies saunter into my living room like they own the place and it becomes hard not to strike out for that simple offense.

They look around my living room with upturned noses. Of course they would be uppity.

"I really expected more, especially for one of Niall's kin. They really are slumming it, are they not?" Lochlan asks his sister. His long white hair hangs down his back as he stands there with his hands in his pockets.

"They definitely are. At least she will be the last of that retched bloodline to be wiped out." Neave says in her 'Jersey Shore' voice. Hearing her speaks makes me want to blow out my own eardrums.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!" I scream. I let my rage fuel my mock fear and from their smiles, I know that it is working.

"I will say this in the simplest way possible; you were never supposed to be born, so we are here to fix that by ending your life" Neave says nonchalantly. "Do you think her small human mind can comprehend that, brother?"

"From the look of her pitiful face, I would say that she got the message." He replies as he moves closer to me. He grabs me by the throat and begins to squeeze.

"Hurry up, love. I want to go celebrate her death with Master" she whines. While they both believe that Lochlan is ending my life, two things happen. I dive into his mind, quickly bypassing the terrible memories of their many victims. I found what I was looking for: Breandan's location.

The second and most glorious thing is that Eric blinks behind Neave, wrapping her in iron chains and holding a wickedly-sharp, iron blade to her throat.

"I suggest you unhand my wife, before I drain your whore of a sister" he orders. Lochlan's head snaps toward his direction. He roars with anger at seeing his sister/lover at the mercy of his enemy. He doesn't release me right away, so I just hang in the air patiently.

"Vampire, I will give you one chance to release Neave and get over your fascination with this puny human. Otherwise, not only will kill her, but I will destroy everything you ever touched!" he seethed. The babies were getting tired of his bullshit, and frankly, so was I. Eric knew what I was thinking and decided to move things along. He pulled the knife about 2 inches, the pale red liquid that was her blood began to trickle from her neck.

"I estimate that you have about 1 minute before the scent of your sister's blood sends me into bloodlust and you won't be able to stop from killing all of you. So, just tell me who is help you piece of shit Master and I will let you go to tell him that I am coming for his head. Or you can promise, since I know you fairies are all about keeping your word, and disappear with this bitch to never return to either the Earth or Faery Realms. What say you?"

"You are insane! You don't have the power or authority to make demands of me, even if you are fucking Niall's spawn!" he barks.

"You are not only a coward, but stupid as well. Not only do I have the power to end both of your wasted lives, but I am under orders to do whatever I want to both of you."

"BY WHO?!" he asks incredulously.

"By the woman you are holding by the throat. Not only is she my wife, but she is also the heir to the throne in Faery." Lochlan burst out in laughter, holding his stomach with his free hand. That is until he turns to look at me.

I'm blazing in my light, my power rising by the second. The cheesy grin he had been sporting dissolved almost instantly as the skin of his hand and arm began to flake away.

"I, Sookie Northman-Briggant, Princess of Faery and daughter of the Goddess Freya do sentence you and your sister to death for not only the crimes against the many supernatural creatures that have and would come across your path, but also for those committed against me when I was human." Before he can scream, much less dispute my charges, I grab his head with both hands and replay the last time he and I were in such close contact.

By the time the flashback was over, his arm was missing up to the elbow and he was on his knees. His sister calls out to him, but he was too ridden in pain to answer.

"Who originally told your Master about me?" I ask him. He spits on me, his mucus landing on the front of my dress. Eww! I think to my self before I grab his remaining arm by the wrist and rip it off. He screams in agony as he now has no hands.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" he yells at me.

I grab him by the throat and lean in close, "The same thing you two have been to so many; your worse nightmare." I release his neck and wrap him in chains to match those of his sister. She calls his name in an attempt to calm him, but he is in shock and can't understand anything she is saying to him.

"Karedon" I call out and he appears. "Secure these two in the iron cells in the dungeon until we call for them." He nods as one of his guards appear at his side to grab Neave as he grabs Lochlan from my clutches.

"This isn't over, bitch!" he declares.

"I know it isn't. But it will be when my best friends wake up." I tell him and give the nod for them all to leave. Seconds later, the living room is empty except for Eric and me.

As soon as he envelopes me in his arms, I release the breath I didn't know I was holding. His love and pride wash over me like an ocean tide and I let it consume me. Our babies are overjoyed and they make sure we both know it. I can't wait until they are here with us.

"You were magnificent, Lover. Did he hurt you?" Eric pulls back a little to examine my neck. To be honest, I didn't feel any pain while Lochlan attempted to squeeze the life out of me. Maybe it was the adrenaline or rage from the situation. Whatever the case may be, I wasn't in any danger. I shake my head no and return it to the crook of his neck. Without anything else being said, he carries me to the door of his day-chamber before blinking us below.

We reappear at the foot of the California king bed that we barely broke in. Still in his arms with my feet dangling, I don't need to hold on because Eric refuses to let me go. I can feel his worry and fear through the bond and it makes me sad. He, of course, notices this immediately.

"I am sorry, lover. I cannot help but worry about you and the babies. Are they ok?" He is staring into my soul as if it will answer him before I can.

"They're better than fine. I could feel them giving me strength with Lochlan has his filthy hands on me. I could feel their rage along with mine. They're already so strong, Eric. Can you feel them?" I answer. He closes his eyes and taps the bond that the four of us share. His frown slowly turns into a wide grin.

"Yes, lover. I can feel our boys. I should have known that they would be warriors, even in the womb."

"Well, let just hope that they're nice to mommy coming out." He laughs and it is still the best sound in the world.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the delay. I just moved from the Midwest to the West Coast, so I have been busy. Up next…the turning of Tara Thornton.

*The characters in this chapter belong to Charlene Harris & Alan Ball.

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