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Sookie abandoned her work in favor of a trashy romance novel. She needed something that didn't require much use of brain power. Eventually, without really trying, she fell asleep, waking up to a message from Trey.
'Compton secured.'
Her smile damn near split her face. She practically skipped down the stairs, a far fry from the previous day, something Adele noted. "Someone's chipper this afternoon." She chuckled.
Sookie wasn't sure if Adele needed to know about Compton's visit the previous night. The topic of Compton and what could have been nearly destroyed their relationship. It had happened at the end of Sookie's sophomore year in high school, and their relationship remained strained until a family trip to the Almafi Coast.
"Got nine days off, and I am determined to just eat, sunbathe, and catch up on some reading." She said instead.
"Are you sure about that? Last time you said that, you took a job in New York." Adele giggled.
"Yeah, don't remind me." Sookie groaned.
"Well, lunch will be ready in a few."
Thanks, gran. I will be getting a start on that tan." She sauntered outside, book in hand.
Sookie was never more grateful for the last month of school. Her sophomore year had been particularly rough. Jason was done with high school, and despite not being comfortable with her gift, he did stick up for her. Without him, the bullying hit an all-time high that year. Today, it had taken a whole new turn with had left struggling to hold herself together.
The nurse had taken one look at her and sent her home. Physically, she was fine. Emotionally, she was completely and utterly destroyed. She avoided going home. Instead, she ended up by the pond near their home, dropped against a tree, and wept bitterly.
She stayed home for the next few weeks, barely getting out of bed. Her nightmares, bizarre, to say the least, were making sleep a challenging prospect. Adele knocked, entering without waiting for a response; her heart sunk at the sight before her. "I doubt much happens the last week of school, why don't you stay home. I will call tomorrow and excuse you," She offered.
"Not going to get any arguments from me." Sookie retorted gratefully. Meaning that she didn't have school until the start of junior year and didn't have to deal with the worst offenders ever again.
She stayed seated in bed, her eyes tightly closed. "Gran, who is Fintan?" When the plate of food in Adele's hand hit the floor, Sookie knew it then, her nightmares were no ordinary nightmares. What she'd seen was the horror her life would turn into because Hadley could not keep her mouth shut. Bill and his lies, vampires, the weres, the Fairies, Neave, and Lochlan were all true.
"So, it is true." She murmured. "Do you have Desmond Cataliades' information?" She asked.
"Why Desmond?" Adele asked after a long beat.
"Because he is duty-bound to help me master my telepathy. Something you should have forced him to do from the very beginning. I have suffered needlessly because you wanted to keep your secrets." Sookie whispered angrily. She bolted out of bed into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Sookie, Sookie." She jumped up, dropping her book.
"I hate jet lag." She grumbled, getting up.
Bill knew something was wrong the minute he woke from his day death. The bright lights were the first indication, then the pain hit. Both arms and feet were chained to the four corners of a frame he had no hope of shifting. He shut his eyes and listened. He couldn't hear a thing, not even the faintest of heartbeats. He picked up the scents of two, no three weres, and nothing more. He looked around as best as he could; nothing but concrete wherever his eyes fell. Had he been entombed in this concrete room, Bill knew he'd be hyperventilating if he were human.
He took a deep breath and turned; he kept going, dislocating his left shoulder. It allowed him enough allowance to see the door directly behind him. His sigh of relief echoed through the chamber.
"What was that about?" Luna asked.
"All he saw was concrete, woke up thinking he'd been entombed in concrete." Sookie laughed.
"Clearly knows jack all about construction. Takes more than few hours for that to set." Trey mumbled.
"When Mr. Compton goes into his day death, you can deliver him with my message," Sookie instructed.
"You sure you want to let him go just like that," Luna asked.
"Yeah," Sookie answered after a beat. William Compton would stay clear of her now, and that's all she wanted. He wasn't all bad, but she needed the likes of him in his life like a bullet to the leg. It wasn't fatal, but it could cost you the limb. Even if some of her liked him, Bill cost her too much.
"Will get on it," Luna mumbled. "Oh, I'm headed straight for Dallas after we drop him off," Luna added.
"Of course, and stay safe," Sookie said.
"Always." The shifter crowed.
If Eric were human, he'd be yawning as Sophie-Anne went on and on about her state. His boredom quickly evaporated when one of the guards seemingly crushed through the double doors.
"I'm sorry, your Majesty, but a young lady outside insists we tell you her name is Sookie Stackhouse, and she would like to speak with you." While the other sheriffs wondered why the vampire had delivered the message, Eric fully understood.
"Let her in." None missed the gleam in Sophie-Anne's eyes. Eric surmised she knew the truth, just not the whole truth.
Sookie sauntered into the room in black jeans, a Pearl Jam t-shirt, a black distressed leather jacket, and a pair of Jimmy Choo ankle boots. Sophie-Anne wondered why Bill was not with her. She hadn't expected she would have the telepath in her presence in as little as five weeks.
"Hello, Miss Stackhouse; this is an unexpected surprise." She smiled, her white teeth glinting against the harsh light in the room.
"Just because we did nothing about Hadley does not mean I am up for grabs. I am going to do you quite the favor and ask you kindly to leave me alone." Sookie smiled, a smile returned by the queen.
"It's not every day one comes across a telepath in their kingdom. I'm afraid, Miss Stackhouse, you are an asset I cannot in good conscience just let be." Sophie-Anne retorted. "I don't intend to simply use your gift. I will pay for the privilege and do so generously. From what I'm told, you and your family could do with the financial help." Sookie thought either Sophie-Anne was blind or acting obtuse. She was wearing a six hundred dollar pair of Jimmy Choos, a thousand dollar jacket, and a twenty-five thousand Jaeger-LeCoultre watch. Granted, they were all gifts, but Sophie-Anne didn't know that.
Sookie chuckled humorlessly, and to everyone's surprise, it turned into a genuine smile when she spotted Eric. "Well, hello, my favorite Viking, keeping out of trouble." She teased.
"I am, learned my lesson… the hard way." His muttered, his tone playful.
"I'm in the town for the weekend. Jason insisted we needed a little sibling bonding time." Sookie rolled her eyes.
"You mean, he's got a pretty little thing lined up here." He laughed.
"What else? Drop by when you are free. I will text you my address." She added, turning to leave. "Help your queen out and explain the folly of her actions. Oh, and tell Compton his home is mine, and therefore, there is nothing left in Bon Temps for him." She threw over her shoulder as she left. Jimmy Choos echoed loudly on the marble floors.
"Northman, explain," Sophie-Anne growled.
"It's something that should be done in private," Eric said, getting comfortable in his seat. His weekend just got a lot more interesting.
"Start talking." Sophie-Anne groused.
"Those rumors about the supernatural council having a telepath on their books." Sophie-Anne shut her eyes, knowing exactly where Eric was headed.
"Fuck." Sophie whispered.
"Oh, it gets worse." Eric was enjoying this. He liked Sophie-Anne, but sending Compton after her, frankly, was just a stupid move. "In the human world, she is known as Sookie Stackhouse, but in our world, she's Susannah Brigant, great-granddaughter of Nail Brigant, goddaughter of our lawyer Desmond Cataliades, and some say the Ancient Pythoness is grooming her to take her place on the council in a century or so." Sophie-Anne stared at Eric in disbelief.
"So she does know she isn't completely human." The words shocked Eric.
"You knew who she was and still went after her?" It was Eric's turn to stare back in disbelief.
"Hadley had no knowledge of that fact; I thought it was the same for the rest of the family. Had I known, I… shit, Compton."
"Yes, Compton, you thought you'd found an asset in my area, and instead of informing me, you sent Compton."
"That was a mistake," Sophie-Anne admitted.
"Oh, you don't say." He muttered sarcastically. He'd heard the phrase uttered often, never thinking he'd have use for it.
"Do not forget who you are talking to," Sophie-Anne barked.
"A queen in the crosshairs of a rather well-connected and powerful telepath." Sophie-Anne glared at him but knew he was right.
"How do you know her?" Sophie-Anne asked.
"I am not putting my head on a pike next to yours." Eric bowed condescendingly. He was angry; she had tried to poach a telepath from his area using Compton. Of course, Eric would help her, but she didn't need to know that. His mood wasn't helped by the sight of Andre. Eric knew he'd been the one to champion Compton for the job. The little shit.
Despite all that, he chuckled. Sookie did know how to make an entrance. She'd certainly made quite the entrance the first time he met her.
ROTTERDAM- A YEAR BEFORE THE GREAT REVELATION.
Eric's frustration had reached boiling point. What he hoped would take a few days at best had so far taken months. He needed to unwind, a fuck and feed would do just that, yet he was being picky. "Just get someone that smells nice and be done with it." He chastised himself. Then he saw her. "Picky is good." He smiled in her direction. He heard the uptick in heartbeat; he could smell her arousal, and his mouth watered. He had to work hard to keep his fangs in his gums.
Something about her made him want to walk away, but he shook it off. "Can I?" He asked despite knowing the answer.
"Please." He took the seat gracefully. Her name was Camille, and he made it a point to remember that much. Everything else pretty much flowed in one ear and out the other.
"Come right in." She invited with a giggle. His instincts started screaming at him repeatedly, but he ignored them. He surprised himself when all he did was sigh in regret when the silver net fell on him. The minute he stepped through the doorway.
"Well done, Camille." A vampire praised. Eric opened his eyes, staring at the vampire he didn't know. "Oh, an old one at that. He will bring in a great deal of money." The netting dug into his skin as the vampire gripped his arm and dragged him further into the room. Eric took a deep, needless breath; he just had to bide his time and wait for his opportunity. These two will suffer.
Camille squealed as she hopped over him to close the door, except she flew back as the door crushed open. The vampire took a split second to react; he moved, only to be thrown back against the TV. He looked as though he'd been hit by a fireball. He tried to get back up but was struggling. "Please, give me a reason to turn you into soup." A voice purred, with an accent he knew well. It was a southern Louisiana dialect.
The net was snatched off Eric, he turned to see who had saved him from what he suspected was a fate worse than death. She was blonde with bright blue eyes and a body he knew most women coveted. Eric watched as she took control of the room; within minutes, Camille and the vampire were detained and led out of the house by two weres.
"Eric Northman." She clearly knew of him. "I watched you ignore your every instinct. You cannot be that desperate for a feed and fuck to put yourself in such a position." Eric had no comeback. It was precisely what he had done.
"You were not in the bar. I would have noticed." He grumbled.
"No, I didn't have to be." She said as she snapped on a pair of latex gloves, walking further into the house. Eric could smell it before she even opened the fridge, vampire blood. It was exactly as he had suspected. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered vampires dealing blood by killing their own kind for it.
"I will be in your debt if you'd allow me to help in your interrogation." She stared at him for a long while.
"Why not. I'm Sookie, by the way." She introduced.
His introduction to Sookie had been memorable.