AN: Hello, all of my lovely readers. So I have put up a poll on my profile page asking which point of view you would like to see. Please go pick your top five. I was going to be mean and make you all wait to find out who popped into Eric's office, but it just did not flow right. This chapter was originally going to be chapter five, so good news I will be posting tomorrow night as well. Vote if you want a say in who we hear from. I am planning to take the top five. Read and Enjoy.
Edited 2020
Chapter 4 101 Uses for Silver Leaf
Godric's Point of View
I decline Eric's offer to partake in the questioning of his thief. Nor am I in the mood to watch this establishment's clientele throw themselves at anything with fangs. No, my mind is on Sookie. My angel, no fairy princess, my little one is a sky fairy princess. This is rather extraordinary. I came here to find some joy in life, and instead, I find life itself. I must figure out how to spend some more time with her. I become lost in my thoughts of my little one and her enthusiasm for the written word. I wonder if she would like to see my collection of books. I could send her something to read. She sounded excited for her following semester that would focus on British authors. I have several that I think she would enjoy. Her smile warmed my heart and lifted my soul. I slip into downtime with a smile on my face. I note when Eric enters his office, but I do not leave my thoughts. I am almost instantly brought out of my thoughts by the pop of fairy magic. My eyes shoot open and immediately zero in on the intruders. A pair of young fairies I have never met are standing in the middle of the office. They are standing back to back, holding onto one another. I don't have an intense urge to devour them, so they must be masking their sent. Eric is standing defensively, ready to pounce.
"Evening gentlemen, I am Claudine, and this is my brother Claude. We have been sent by our uncle to deliver a message. Niall knows of Sookie and is planning her betrothal. Fintan never wanted this for her. He requests a meeting with you tomorrow night." The female of the two speaks before they blink out again.
"Fucking fairies." My child mumbles. "If Niall thinks he is going to take her from me, he has another thing coming. What do you believe Fintan wants?" He asks me.
"Your guess is as good as mine, Eric, but I would think he wants help with keeping Sookie away from Niall," I say thoughtfully. Niall is one of the few fairies I have met over the centuries that have lived. He is a ruthless ruler and warrior. I am afraid of what he might do to my little one. I have already decided that I would do anything in my power to help him if I could. Sookie was too important to lose. I may have just met her, but I cannot think of a world where she is not a part of my life.
"You are probably right. Why couldn't he just come himself? Why send those two?" He asked, sitting back down.
"We can ask him tomorrow night. Are you still unwilling to be involved with this?" I ask to gauge his feelings.
"No, Sookie may not be mine, but she is a great asset to my area. I will not lose her." He answers with fire in his voice. It seems my child and I both care for this girl.
"Well, there is nothing we can do tonight. Let's eat, and then you can finish your area business before we retire for the evening." I reply.
"Are you still on your bottle diet?" He asks with a sad smile on his face. I have been consuming bagged blood or royalty blend for more than a year now. Feeding on the over-eager is unpleasant for me. I nod my head in response. "I will have Ginger bring back a pair of glasses then." He says, turning to the small refrigerate behind his desk. He takes out two bags of blood and heats them in the microwave. He then pushes a button on his intercom system, and Ginger arrives a minute later carrying two clean glasses.
"Is that all Master?" She asks, tilting her head as if to show off her neck.
"Yes," He says, not even looking up from what he is doing. Ginger leaves with a disappointed look on her face.
"Eric, what type of book do you think Sookie would like to read?" I ask when he hands me a glass of warm blood.
"I remember seeing romance novels in her purse on several occasions. Why do you ask?" He takes a drink of his glass.
"I was thinking of sending her something from my British collection. You said earlier that you would be sending someone with payment for her. I would like to send a book along." I take a sip from my glass. Whoever donated this blood had a diet rich in fruit, it has a rather sweet taste.
"Yes, I need to call Bobby. He seems to be the only one that does not sneer at her when delivering a message. He has told me on several occasions that she is a delight to visit." He sets down his glass and takes out his phone. He quickly sends off a message to Bobby to come to the office. We drink in peaceful silence while he works at his desk. Pam comes into the office with a satisfied look on her face. She has just come from the employee showers. She is wrapped in a pink towel. I am surprised she would even bother with it. She was always one to walk around in the nude. Then again, I would imagine that she would not want to draw too much attention to herself at the club. It may make the vermin even more desperate.
"Eric, have I told you how much I like you recently?" She asks, taking a seat next to me on the couch, tucking her legs under herself.
"I take it you enjoyed yourself. It there anything left of Longshadow to send back to his maker?" Eric asks with a smirk. Pamela is a unique one when it comes to dishing out punishments. I find it amusing that Eric has let her have free rein over the years.
"He still had most of his body. I found a new use for silver leaf. Did you know that if you apply it to a wound that it prevents it from healing as well as giving it a lovely shimmer?" She returns his smirk. I find that I am glad that the office is soundproofed.
"Good. I think this means you need a new pair of shoes or two." He says, taking out one of his credit cards. There is only one thing my grand progeny likes more than torture, shopping. She has several houses that are full of her acquisitions. She snatches the card from his hand and blurs out of the office. She will no doubt attempt to put a dent in the amount on that card.
"You indulge her shopping habit too much." I smile at him.
"It keeps her happy and productive. Besides, when is the last time either of us had to buy our own clothing." He asks before returning to his work. A few minutes later, Bobby knocks on the office door before entering.
"Master, you wished to see me?" He asks, coming to stand in front of the desk.
"Yes, I need you to deliver this to Miss Stackhouse tomorrow. Make sure it goes into her hands." Eric hands him an envelope.
"Very well, is that all, sir?" Bobby asks.
"I will email you your list for tomorrow before I turn in. Godric would like your assistance as well." Eric gestures in my direction.
"Master Godric, it is good to see you." Bobby turns in my direction with a smile.
"You too, Bobby, how is your daughter doing?" I ask.
"Fine, sir, what can I do for you?" He answers. His daughter was a cook of mine for a few years before she got married. She was a nice girl.
"I would like to send Miss Stackhouse a book from my collection at the house. It will be ready to pick up along with a note in the morning." I instruct him.
"Excellent, sir, will that be all?" He asks again.
"Find out her favorite flower and have some delivered. Alive if you can manage it." I finish.
"Good night, sirs. I will be by in the morning if there is anything else, please email me." He says as he leaves the room.
"Are you attempting to woo her with flowers and books?" Eric questions with a sad look on his face.
"If I was, how would that make you feel?" I counter.
"Truthfully, I would be jealous if you succeeded where I have failed." He frowns.
"I would not take her from you if you desire her. I only wish to be a part of her life. She makes me happy." I respond.
"I don't suppose we could share her?" He says with a smirk.
"Only if that is what she would want. I think that she is too good and too innocent for the both of us, but that does not mean I will not try. Finish your work. I would like to go home and select a book for her." I return his smirk. He bows his head and refocuses on his work. Around one, he calls Pam into the office to inform her that we are leaving. We walk out to the parking lot and return to his SUV. Sookie's smell still clings to the seat when I sit down, it envelopes me. I sigh unnecessarily, enjoying the aroma.
Eric drives at his usual pace of fifty over the limit back to his home. It is one of several houses that Eric owns in the area. It is in one of the many gated communities around town. I have always liked this one; it has an old-world charm. The library is my favorite space. It is a grand room with floor to ceiling bookcases made of oak. I have my section in this library, where I have had Eric store some of my rarer collection. He takes outstanding care of my volumes. When we pull up to the garage, Eric enters his code to raise the door.
Once we are in, I enter the house with my code and make my way to the library. I spend the remaining hours before dawn choosing the perfect book for Sookie from my collection. When I finally decided, I sit down and write her a small note and slip it inside the first volume's front cover. I take them out to the kitchen and place them in view on the countertop. I stop to smile when I think about how someday soon. I hope this kitchen has a purpose. I can almost see her puttering around it, fixing herself a meal before joining us in the dining room. I meant what I told Eric earlier I want nothing more than to be a part of her life. I will even share her with him if that is what will make them happy. I make my way to my room, contemplating if I want to change. I don't. I want to go to rest with her smell still surrounding me. When dawn pulls me under, I am still thinking of my little one.
AN # 2: So what do you think? Was that who you were expecting to have popped in? Can you wait to find out what happens next? Please go vote to let me know who you would like to hear from.