Chapter VII

The next few days I tried to remember what happened in my old time line. I remembered that it was a while until I met Eric again. During which time my Gran died and I got closer to Bill. Those were things that wouldn't happen this time around if I could help it. And I hoped it wouldn't be to long until I heard from Eric. In the meantime I kept training my body and my abilities. I soon didn't get as exhausted when using my fae abilities. Soon I wouldn't get exhausted at all. If I kept this up it would become second nature to me.

I also called Mr. Cataliades and requested to meet up with him. While waiting at IHOP for my lawyer and godfather a place I chose because it was innocent enough and wouldn't attract to much attention I thought about the fact that it had been a few weeks since seeing Eric. Knowing him he was probably pacing his office every day trying to come up with a plan regarding me. And I was looking forward to it.

Mr. Cataliades came in and approached me. "Miss Stackhouse,"He offered me his hand but once I saw him my emotions overtook me and I hugged him. "Godfather" I breathed a sigh of relieve. He looked surprised. So much so I think a feather could have knocked him over. "I'm sorry. I know you have never met me but I've met you. I'll explain everything." I said.

We sat down and ordered. All the time he was eyeing me curiously. I took a deep breath. "Look. I trust you completely and that's the only reason I'm telling you this. What I'm about to tell you has to stay between us." He just nodded his head. "Good. Let's just say faemagic gave me the opportunity to redo some years of my life." His eyebrows shot up in understanding. "that's how I know you. I went back in time to prevent a lot of heartache and a lot of deaths. Including Gladiolas death." At that his expression became appalled. "I'm going to help you wherever I can." Was his only response. I gave him a brief outlook of my last few years and he listened interested.

"If you don't want to have any kind of premedetated contract with the Queen and you think you can trust Eric Northman I suggest you get that bond back in place as soon as you can." He adviced after we spoke about my options of how to handle the Queen. "I'm working on that."

"But the actual reason why I wanted this meeting was because I need to know whether my grandfather Fintan is still alive or not." He looked rather sad and so I knew the answer to my question right away. "Actually I was just thinking about asking Niall what to do with your inheritance before you called. Fintan left you a lot of money but since you didn't know about him I didn't know if I should approach you or not. I guess that's not a problem anymore. To answer your question. Fintan died four months ago." My face fell. I had hoped I would be able to save him. "Actually I have the paperwork here to set things in motion." Mr. C said getting some papers out of his briefcase. I just nodded.

I signed all the papers he presented me with while he explained everything about my grandfathers businesses. I didn't really listen. All those businesses were run by other people I didn't need to concern myself with anything. And if there was something that needed my attention Mr C would take care of it.

"Someone will be by in a few days and bring you your new credit cards and everything else necessary." He said while hugging me goodbye. "Thank you." He smiled and nodded at me before leaving.

When I arrived at home I started to tidy up. I needed to throw away a lot of unnecessary things. In my time line I had already done all of this so it was easy to discard the unimportant things without much thinking. Gran was concerned I was working myself to much and wanted to help me but I told her she needed to relax and that I'd handle everything. I think she was relieved and laid down for a while.

I started with just cleaning the kitchen until it was spotless. I didn't want to throw anything there away without Grans knowledge I didn't want her to freak out on me. Next I did the living room. Once I finished with it I had a big box full of things to throw out. Things I knew didn't mean anything to Gran or were already broken. Then I cleaned up the bathroom in the hallway and Jason's old room. I packed a box of Jason's old stuff for him to pick up. While packing his sweat pants I thought about Eric wearing them and left them in the closet. I would buy some things in his size and keep them there just in case.

I had saved my bedroom for last. Well except the attic but I'd leave that for another day. It was midafternoon when I entered it and I could hear Gran I the kitchen making dinner.

As I looked around my room I couldn't help but notice that the room resembled a very innocent young girl. With little trinkets and stuffed animals... I got to work and packed up everything I didn't need. A lot of stuff I would give to good will. I also sorted through my closet. And threw out some clothes that looked more than well used. When I was finished I looked around the room again. Now it looked rather sparce but it looked more appropriate for my age. I had some pictures of Tara and I or Gran and I around the room, one of Jason and I, one of my parents and one of the Merlottes staff. And that was it. I put some candles up and got some flowers from outside and felt more at home in it than before.

I went downstairs to get the curtains out of the washer but Gran had gotten them out already. I sat at the kitchen table and waited for Gran to finish. "Oh honey the house looks beautiful. I haven't seen it this clean in ages. You even cleaned the windows. What got into you?" She asked while she put dinner on the table. "I just thought the house needed it and you do way to much so I just got to work. My next day off work I'll go through the attic. I think there are actually some things up there that we could sell." I said.

"Hm." Was all she said and I knew she was thinking about the cluviel dor and her letter that were hidden in a desk. "I actually cleaned my room up as well. And I threw out some stuff. I put it with the boxes you gathered at the door."

"I'll take them with me tomorrow when I leave for work." I said smiling. We ate in comfortable silence only Gran telling me about the latest gossip.

Once the kitchen was clean again (and I really missed my dishwasher) I went into the bathroom and filled the bathtub. I stepped out of my shorts and took of my shirt and bra. As I stepped into the bathtub the hot water felt wonderful on my aching body. I washed my hair and combed through it while still in the bathtub. Then I washed myself very thoroughly getting all the grime of the day off me. Then I shaved my legs and under my arms.

Once out of the tub I dried my hair and put on one of my sexier nightgowns. Tara had gifted it to me on my birthday I had never worn it because at the time I thought it was too revieling now I just thought the satin would feel really good on my skin. I put on the matching robe and went barefoot to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I looked at the clock I noticed I must have been in the tub for a long time. It was nearly eleven pm and Gran was sleeping already.

A knock got me out of my reverie. "Who is it?" I asked on my way to the door. "Eric Northman"

Damn it. I looked down at myself. I didn't really want to meet him in this outfit. Oh well, at least I look hot. I thought. And my boobs look great in this.

"Mr Northman," I greeted pleasantly when I opened the door.

"Miss Stackhouse." He answered his eyes roaming over my body.