Spellbound

Thank you all so much! The fact that you keep reading is just wonderful to me. I love the reviews, the favorites and the alerts. I'd also like to address the question about the supes knowing that Bridget, aka Pixie, is a faery. The faeries are known to the others in the supe world. Gervais just took notice that Eric seemed more interested in Bridget than he was the other girls. He then realized that if she is missing and if she is fae, things for the vampires and the faeries would change. Because they can mask their scents, the vampires can't pinpoint who is faery and who isn't. The faeries shouldn't have to mask their scents b/c of the contract but just to be on the safe side, they do. As far as everyone else in the supe world is concerned, Bridget is just another human girl that is missing.

Again, ya'll are so wonderful and I appreciate you so much. I hope that you enjoy.

They'd never been inside of a police station before. They've never had a reason to be inside of a police station. Only humans go to police stations. It's not unheard for a shifter or Were to be arrested. There are shifter and Were police officers but once they've arrested a fellow supe, somehow they mysteriously get out of jail. Supes have always handled their own punishments. Humans couldn't punish a supe the way a packleader or a maker can. It's the way of the supe world. It's the law.

Either way, the ladies didn't want to be there. There was no need for them to be at a police station. They stood at the bottom of the concrete stairway and stared up at the building. "So this is where they cage the humans," Pam said observantly.

Sookie looked at her and nodded. "I suppose so. It doesn't look very welcoming, does it?"

"Not at all," Pam said as she shook her head. She could only imagine what was waiting for them behind those glass doors.

"Ready?" Sookie asked.

Pam turned her nose up at the very idea of going in the building. "Do I have a choice?"

"Let's go," Sookie answered. The fae and the vampire walked slowly up the concrete stairs. Sookie took Pam's hand in hers as they approached the doors. She wasn't afraid. She just needed to comfort of Eric being with her during this unnerving time.

When they reached them, the doors opened with the assistance of two male police officers wearing suits and carrying guns. The officer that opened the door smiled approvingly at the women. His eyes traveled over their bodies. They lingered a little longer over Sookie's. He seemed to be enjoying the way her sweater and jeans hugged her every curve.

"Thank you," Sookie replied as she ignored his lecherous glare and smile. She wanted to tell him to get his mind out of the gutter but she held her tongue.

"Anytime," he said.

Again, she smiled.

Because Sookie acknowledged his kindness with another smile, he took that to mean that he might stand a chance with her. "Are you ladies interested in joining me and …?"

"Fuck off," Pam replied as she and Sookie walked inside.

The officer was as red as a beet. His embarrassment was more than evident. It became even more evident when his companion began to laugh at him. They could still hear the companion's laughter as the door closed behind them.

"My goodness," Pam said; her voice filled with repugnance. "This place is fucking vile. It's fucking nauseating. It smells of death in here." With her nose turned up, she turned and looked at Sookie. "Can't you smell it?"

Sookie couldn't help but smell it; stale cigarettes, old coffee, and the awful stench of unwashed bodies. The smell filled their nostrils and it stuck to their skin. She was sure that she would have to wash her hair at least three times before the smell would be completely gone. She also knew that Eric would be more than happy to help rid his wife of the foul stench.

"It fucking stinks in here. They are in desperate need of a cleanup crew." Pam rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. "I don't know why I wore my new Alexander McQueen jumpsuit in here. The stench of this place will be embedded in the fabric. I'm going to have to burn it. I should sue this fucking city."

Sookie gave Pam's hand a final squeeze before letting it go. "It's not that bad." She didn't even believe that herself.

Pam looked at Sookie as if she'd lost her mind. "You're kidding me, right? You have to be kidding me." Pam sniffed the sleeve of her jumpsuit and winced. "I told you. I'm going to have to burn it. Do you know how much this cost? Do you have any idea?"

"Let it go, Pam. We have to find Detective Bellefleur. Your jumpsuit will just have to wait. I'm pretty sure Eric will buy you another one."

"Unbelievable," she mumbled.

They looked around for someone in charge. Police officers in uniforms and some in suits milled about the lobby. When they saw a man sitting at his desk and tapping his finger, they decided that he would be the one to help them. He appeared to be busy but they would take him from his work for only a few seconds.

When they walked to his desk, they saw that he wasn't busy at all. He was drinking coffee and reading a magazine. He glanced up at them but went back to flipping through the pages of his magazine as if he didn't see them. Sookie cleared her throat. He continued flipping and sipping. His rudeness was unacceptable; especially to Pam. She reached across his desk and took the magazine from him. She proceeded to rip it in half.

"What the fuck?" he said. "What'd you do that for?"

Pam ignored his question. "Since you're done with your educational material, would you mind doing your job and helping us?" She gave him a fangy smile as she politely put the ripped magazine back on his desk. "I'm sure you won't mind."

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. "Put your fangs up. I'm not afraid of you, vampire. What do you ladies want?"

Pam scrunched up her face. "Your breath is rancid. You work with the public and you can't brush your teeth before you come to work? I'm sure that police officers have a comprehensive dental plan. The least that you can do is brush your teeth. Do you not make enough money to buy breath mints at least? My goodness, what have you been eating? You should be …"

"Pam," Sookie said. "We don't want to aggravate this nice police officer now do we?"

Pam glared at the police officer. She wasn't in the mood for making nice. Her new jumpsuit is ruined because she had to come to the police station and now she has to deal with a cop that is rude and has bad breath. She wanted to rip him a new one but she knew that Sookie was right. He was probably the one that will have to get Detective Bellefleur for them and if he wanted to, he could make them wait for hours in this stinky lobby.

"Pam?" Sookie said.

"Yeah, right," she finally answered. "We don't want to provoke Officer Shitty Breath here. He's been so polite and professional, after all."

Sookie closed her eyes and sighed. It wasn't too much of a shocker that Pam wasn't going to play nice. Eric warned her before they'd left home. He told Sookie that she was going to have to be the good girl because Pam wouldn't behave. She very rarely does; his exact words. He was right.

"My name is Sookie Northman. My friend here is Pamela Ravenscroft. We have an appointment with Detective Andy Bellefleur."

"Okay," he said. Pam's remark about his breath must have hit home because his mouth was a thin line when he spoke this time. "I'll buzz him and let him know that you're here. You can go over there and sit down."

"Thank you," Sookie said before she and Pam walked away.

"We do appreciate your help, Officer Shitty Breath." Pam used her thumb and forefinger to squeeze her nostrils together.

When the ladies turned away from him, he cupped his hand over his mouth and took a whiff. He flinched. He opened the top drawer of his desk and took out a couple of breath mints.

Sookie grabbed Pam's arm and dragged her to two of the adjacent vacant seats. Sookie sat down. Pam grabbed a man's coat from the back of his chair and spread it over her seat before sitting down.

"Pam," Sookie said in an unbelievable tone. "You can't just take someone's coat like that."

She glanced at the man next to her and let her eyes travel over his body. Needless to say, she wasn't impressed. She soon turned her attentions back to Sookie. "My jumpsuit is already ruined. I'll be damned if I'm going to make it worse by sitting on this chair. Can you imagine the asses that have been sitting in these chairs? The messes that have been left behind because of those asses? The stenches are enough to make you throw up." She sat down and crossed her legs. She smiled as she looked at her feet. "At least my shoes are salvageable."

"Hey," the man finally said. "That's my coat."

"So?" Pam said as she eyed him. She dropped fang on him.

The man smiled. "You can sit on it if you want to. I don't mind."

"What a gentleman." Disdain and mockery oozed from her voice.

Sookie leaned in to whisper in Pam's ear. "Why are you being so rude? There's no point in it. Let's just do this as pleasantly as possible and get it over with. We'll be done before you know it."

"Did you really just ask me why? I'll tell you why. Because I'm going to have to burn a $2,000 outfit, that's why." Pam spoke through clenched teeth. "And you won't steal Eric's credit card for me." She looked at the man beside her and asked, "Do you have a black American Express that I can use? I'm going to Paris and I want to buy some new clothes. I promise to give it back."

The man hurriedly shook his head no.

Sookie giggled. "I've already told you that I will not do that. I'm not stealing my husband's credit card for you. I don't care where we're going."

Pam smirked. "Some friend you are. I come with you to this funky place and you can't steal a fucking credit card for me." Pam looked at the man and said, "Some people. They won't even do you a simple favor like steal a credit card."

Nervously, he agreed. "I know, right?"

Pam decided to have a little fun. "What do you mean 'I know, right?' Are you speaking ill of my mistress? Is that it? Do you think that because I smiled at you that I won't kill you? Is that it, little man?"

The man was shaking. He was sweating profusely and tears began to fall from the corners of his eyes.

Sookie immediately interrupted her. "Stop it, Pam. You're scaring him."

Leaning forward and looking past Pam and at the man, Sookie said, "Forgive her, sir. She's just playing with you. She has the type of sense humor that you have to acquire a taste for. You have to ignore her."

The man had a scared smile on his face as he nodded at Sookie. He didn't know whether to cry or to run. So he remained seated as he wiped the tears from his face. Pam was laughing.

"Mrs. Northman," a man called out. He was holding open a windowless door. It was Detective Andrew Bellefleur. He was a balding and pasty skinned man. His ruddy cheeks were flushed. It's obvious that he doesn't spend much time in the gym. The buttons of his dingy white shirt were screaming for mercy.

When she reached him, Sookie offered him her hand. When he took it, she read him. He had nothing to hide and he is a good and decent man. "Hi," she finally said. "I'm very pleased to meet you." Pointing at Pam, she said, "This is my companion, Miss. Pamela Ravenscroft."

He quickly said his hello and rushed them through the door. He never looked at their faces. He appeared to be in a hurry. He hurried the two women inside as the door slammed closed behind them. They followed him through the room. It was crowded with desks and police officers, victims and victimizers. Phones were ringing and voices filled the room. The smell of stale coffee and old cigarettes permeated the air. Some of the officers stared at the ladies as they followed Detective Bellefleur to his office. Pam smiled and waved. She even winked at a couple of them. Sookie looked straight ahead as they walked to their destination. They reached an office at the back of the room.

Once they were inside, Detective Bellefleur closed the office door behind them. As he walked to the chair behind his desk, he offered the ladies a seat. "Please, take a seat. We have coffee and cookies if you'd like some."

"No, thank you," Sookie replied as she sat down.

Pam remained standing at the door.

"You can sit down," he said to her.

"I'm fine right here."

"Okay," he said. "Well as you know, I'm Detective Andy Bellefleur." He then leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. "So, Sookie …"

"Mrs. Northman," she corrected. "You can call me Mrs. Northman."

He was taken aback; almost offended. She requests a meeting with me and has the gall to tell me to call her Mrs. Northman? She has a lot of nerve.

"Forgive my abruptness," she apologized. "I don't know you and a man who is not my husband, a man that I don't know, shouldn't be calling me by my first name. It's too personal, Detective Bellefleur." She looked at his hand. "I see that you are married. I'm sure that you don't want strange men calling your wife by her first name."

Pam smirked. "He probably doesn't care."

"Pam, please," Sookie begged.

Detective Bellefleur said okay. He didn't have a problem with men calling Halleigh by her first name. It's no big deal but to each his own. "Please, tell me what I can do for you, Mrs. Northman."

Sookie crossed her legs and placed her hands on her knee. "I hope that it's what I can do for you. When I called you earlier tonight, I told you that I have information on Bridget. Your wife mentioned earlier today that you believe her to be missing and that it may have something to do with Amelia Broadway's disappearance."

Andy didn't look happy about that bit of information. Dammit Halleigh. She wasn't supposed to say anything about that. I keep telling her to shut up but does she? No! She just keeps right on talking. She's going to get me in trouble again. This is it. I'm not going to tell her anything else.

Sookie knew that he was lying. He was going to keep right on telling her things. She then hid her smile as she continued talking. "My sister is fine. She has returned home to her family. She was being stalked and she felt unsafe. I do apologize if her hasty departure has raised cause for concern. We had no idea that this was going to happen."

"Stalked?" he asked. He then nodded. "Yeah, Halleigh told me that she was worried about that. Did she say who it was that was stalking her? Did she give a name or a description?"

"She did not," Sookie answered. "But she is afraid. We're all afraid for her but she's safe now. She's with family."

The Summerlands are filled with their kin. Sadness passed through Sookie's eyes. She hated lying but she had to this. It's their only chance of finding out what really happened to Pixie. They need to learn the truth and sometimes lies have to be told in order to get at the truth. Someone is hiding something; it's either the humans or André. They were going to do whatever was necessary to find out whom.

Andy saw something in her eyes. He knew that something wasn't quite right and there is no way he's going to just take her at her word that Bridget was fine. He needed proof and he was going to get it. A girl is missing; possibly dead and someone is going to answer for it.

He smiled coyly at her. "Would it be at all possible for us to speak with her … just to be sure? Wait!" he exclaimed. "Since she's at home with her family, would it be at all possible for us to see her? It would be better if we could see her and not just take you at your word."

"Are you calling her a liar?" Pam asked angrily. "Is that what you're doing, Andy?"

"No," he said quickly. "No. I'm just saying if we see her it'll be better for us all. We need visual proof, not just verbal."

Pam calmed down but kept her eyes trained on Detective Bellefleur.

"May we see her?" he asked as he looked away from the vampiress.

Sookie smiled at him. "That depends on Bridget but I'm sure that she'll come in and speak with you. You can see her right now if you want. She's outside in the car. Would you like that Detective Bellefleur?"

Andy perked up. "I sure as hell would!"

Glancing over her shoulder, Sookie said, "Pam."

As soon as she stepped forward, Pam grabbed Andy's attention and once she had it, she didn't let go. "Hi, I'm Bridget." She leaned forward and rested her hands on the desk. "What's your name?"

"Detective Bellefleur," he said. "Detective Andy Bellefleur; I'm with the NOPD."

"As you can see, I'm alive and well. I haven't been harmed in anyway. I'm fine. I'm with my family and they are keeping me safe. I'm okay."

"I'm glad that you're okay," Andy said. "You had all of us on the edges of our seats, Bridget."

Pam nodded. "Yeah, I know but it happens. You've seen me and you've spoken with me, right?"

Andy nodded yes.

"Be sure to right that down," Pam said.

He quickly grabbed a notebook and a pen. He waited for her to tell him what has made her leave her life behind so quickly.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. "Tell me what's happened to you. Tell me why you would leave and not tell anyone where you're going."

"I not sick. I'm not missing and I'm not dead. I'm right here. I'm with my family and they are keeping me safe. That man that has been stalking me scared me so I went home. I plan on staying at home until things quiet down." Pam stood up and crossed her arms over her chest. "I wish that I could stay longer but I can't. That stupid, vile human that has been stalking me has me looking over my shoulder all of the time. I'm terrified for my life."

Detective Bellefleur frowned. "How do you know it's a human?"

"It has to be a human because he followed me during the day." Pam's voice quivered as if she was truly fearful of a stalker. "That's why I had to leave. I had no choice. You don't blame me for leaving do you?"

"No. Not at all," he said as he scribbled; never taking his eyes off of her.

"It has to be a human if they stalked me during the daytime, right?"

Andy nodded. He then looked concerned and almost afraid for her. "If you had come to us, we could have done our best to catch him. We can help you now. That's if you want it," he added. "I'm a damned good cop."

"I know that you are but no thanks. I'd rather be with family. They make me feel safe. I don't need you or anyone else protecting me."

He nodded again. "Family always makes things better."

Pam smiled. "I'm so glad that you understand. Well, we've talked enough and I have to go now. Make sure to tell your superiors that you've seen me. Let them know that I'm safe and sound. You know where I am but you can't let anyone know because my life is in danger."

"I won't tell anyone," he said as he placed the pen on his desk.

"Good evening, Detective Bellefleur," she said. "Once I count to twenty, I'll be gone and you'll remember our entire conversation, word for word."

"Good evening, Bridget." He stood up and offered her his hand.

Pam looked at his hand as if it was a dead fish. "Do I have to?" she asked Sookie.

Sookie rolled her eyes and reached forward. She shook his hand instead.

"See ya," she said. "Oh, Detective Bellefleur, one more thing."

"Sure," he said.

"Lose some weight," she said. "Your shirt is too little and your pants are so tight that I can see the print of your dick. That is not a good look considering that you don't have a big dick."

His mouth fell open from surprise as his hands quickly covered the front of his pants. He nodded and sat back down as he stared at the door.

Pam walked backwards to the door as she counted to twenty. Just as she reached twenty, she released him from her glamor.

Andy blinked several times and stared at the door. He shook his head sadly. "Poor girl," he said. "She must really be traumatized." He patted his stomach and said in a soft voice, "I need to go on a diet." He ran his fingers through the waist of his pants and sighed.

Pam laughed heartily.

Sookie dropped her in order to hide her smile.

Andy ignored her.

Sookie nodded sullenly as she brought the conversation back to Pixie. "She is. With any luck, we'll get down to the bottom of what's going on and she won't be much fearful too much longer. I know that if we work together, we can solve this together. Maybe in time, she'll give me clues as to what's going on and I can report back to you. What do you think of that, Detective Bellefleur?" She smiled at him just as she does when she's meeting with her fellow supes. "I know that we can achieve so much more if we work together."

"Sure," Andy said as he blushed. "Your insight would be greatly appreciated. If you don't mind my saying so, Mrs. Northman, you have a very beautiful smile. And I've never seen anyone that has eyes as blue as yours."

"Thank you," she replied.

Pam rolled her eyes. "Oh, God."

Andy cleared his throat as he composed himself. "We can do that, Mrs. Northman; help each other I mean but we'll have to keep it quiet. It won't go over well …"

"Oh, I understand," she said.

Andy was then hit with a memory. "A vampire called us tonight. His name is André Paul. He called just before you got here. He said that he's sending his best vampire here to help us. He should be here in a few minutes. I haven't met him just yet but I'm sure he wouldn't mind it if you joined us."

"I'm sure he wouldn't," Pam mumbled as she shook her head. "I'm sure he wouldn't," she repeated.

Before Sookie could tell Pam to be quiet, Detective Bellefleur's phone began to ring. When he answered, he was smiling. After he discovered what the phone call was about, the smile quickly turned into a frown. "What in the hell is he doing here?"

Sookie glanced over her shoulder. Pam leaned in and told her who the surprise visitor is. "Copley Carmichael has decided to make his presence known tonight. He's calling in his favors."

"Who in the hell told him?" he asked. "How are we supposed to work the fucking (sorry, he whispered with his hand over the mouthpiece) case if all he has to do is throwing his money around? What do they need us for? He'll be in the way! What's the point of having a police force when all you need is money? Motherfucker (sorry) is running the police force."

Pam began whispering in Sookie's ear. "Someone here called Carmichael and told him that André Paul is sending one of his vampire's here to help with the case. He doesn't want any vampires working on a case that involves his daughter; especially if he believes vampires to be involved. The chief has said that because Carmichael has called in his many, many favors, they have to oblige. He's on his way."

Sookie was anxious to meet this Copley Carmichael. She needed to see him, get into his head. She needed to know if he's as dangerous as Claudette says he is. She needed to know who and what they were going up against. They figured that they would have to meet with him sooner or later. Now was just as good a time as any.

"What do you mean …?" He paused. "That's not fair! I've been here for sixteen fucking years!"

He didn't apologize this time.

"Okay," Andy yelled. "Okay."

"His job is on the line," Pam whispered. "He has no choice but to work with Carmichael."

"Motherfucker!" he mumbled. He began running his fingers through his fading hair.

"Is everything alright, Detective Bellefleur?" Sookie asked.

"Yeah, it's fucking fine," he growled. He realized his faux pas and squeezed his eyes closed. "Pardon me, Mrs. Northman. When I get upset, whatever's in mouth just so happens to come out. My wife is forever getting on me about my swearing but sometimes I just can't help it. She's always telling me to watch my mouth." He sighed. The poor man looked defeated. He looked as if all hell was about to break loose and he wasn't prepared for it.

Pam stared at him as if he'd sprouted another head. "That's not at all possible."

He frowned at her. "What's not possible?"

"Watching your mouth," she answered. "Who has the time to stand in front of a mirror and watch their mouth all day? Is your wife mentally stable? Why would she make such a suggestion? That's not a normal thing to expect someone to do."

Sookie and Andy looked at Pam. Sookie didn't know what to say. It has always surprised her at how literal vampires took everything. Andy didn't say anything either but for a different reason. He remained silent out of fear but that didn't keep him from wondering if Pam has suffered from mental unstability of her own.

Sookie giggled as she laughed at Andy's thought. "Please, Detective Bellefleur, just ignore her. She's joking. Tell me, is everything going to be alright?" she asked him again.

"Yes, yes," he answered. "It's just that we have an unexpected visitor. Mrs. Northman, things may get a little heated once he arrives. You may not want to be here for this. Mr. Copley Carmichael, our unexpected visitor, is rather rude and quite unpleasant. He's not going to want you here. All he has to do is make one phone call to the chief and he will have my badge. Since his daughter has gone missing, it's as if this precinct belongs to him. I'm sorry, ma'am but you can't stay here. I'll call you when it's a better time for us to work together. Come on. I'll walk you ladies out."

Sookie smiled at him as she remained seated. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Detective Bellefleur but I'm not going anywhere."

Speaking in a soft and respectful tone, Andy said, "Yes you are. You are not staying here. You don't have a choice."

"We're not leaving," she repeated.

Andy decided to add a little bass to his voice in order to sound more assertive. "You and your vampire will leave and you are leaving right now. I don't think that you understand the gravity of the situation. You need to go."

Pam's cool demeanor was soon cold. She stood tall as she stared at Detective Bellefleur. She smiled at him as demurely as any human woman would have but her smile was different. It scared him.

"I mean it," he added as his voice trembled.

"Let's talk," Pam said as she gave him an ever sweeter and deadlier smile. She leaned across his desk and stared into his eyes. "I think I can change your mind."