"We need to take them all out at once! A preemption strike!" Stan shouted from the living room.

The other vampires were ready to start arguing again. I decided to ignore the group and began to unpack my supplies. I can't believe that this is who the infamous sheriff elects to help him.

"Yes." Isobel spat looking as if she wants to rip asshat's face off. "So the federal government can bomb us back into the middle ages!"

Stan huffed, "Everything was better than."

"Go to Romania and live in a cave, you ranchero poser!" Isobel turned to face him getting ready for a fight.

"The king does not approve of that philosophy." Hector correct the others. "He wants your sheriff found. The king demands that the vampires living this domain follow the mainstream philosophy that has been put forth by the AVL."

"Fuck that." Stan glanced at Hector with a slight turn of his head. "The Great Revelation was the biggest mistake we ever made. Godric is an idiot for going along with it."

"Don't use Godric to make your own little power play."

"You all are completely incompetent!" Blondie growled. "What has happened to Godric where surrounds himself with clowns?"

"Tell me about it," I muttered under my breath knowing that they can hear me. "Idiots."

"And what do you plan to do, child?" Blondie scowled at me with an abhor expression. "You just walk in here and expect what? For all of us, older and more experienced creatures, to defer to the judgment of a child? What can you do that we can't?"

"Let's review here for a second." I stood in front of my suitcase looking up the tall vampire. "Who did the king request to come here? Who is actively trying to find the sheriff? Trying to form a plan of action to get him back? Oh, that's right- me. So why don't you all stop arguing and leave so I can figure out a plan."

"I'm not taking fucking orders from a human." Stan snapped. "I don't care who fucking sent her."

"I wouldn't need to be here if you did your job." I rolled my eyes.

"Enough!" Blondie yelled throwing a vase on the floor, smashing it. "Godric has protected you. Made you rich! And you stand here spitting and scratching like infants."

"Don't anyone of you care that there is a traitor in your mist?" the unnamed vampire that came with the telepathy spoke up.

I looked over at Hector. He didn't look too pleased with the news. I could imagine why. This wasn't good because it meant a whole new set of problems. I am not prepared to deal with this, and the last thing I want to do is have to flush out a traitor. That would be best left to the sheriff to figure out once I found him. With this new development, I knew that I need to remain silent about my plans. I won't be telling these people anything.

"What?"

"Impossible," Isobel stated as if she didn't believe it.

"Someone tried to kidnap from the airport." the telepath stood from the couch.

"You were the only ones who knew that she was coming." the telepath's vampire continued.

"Explain," Blondie demanded of the Dallas vampires.

Of course, they accused each other.

"Look, if I hear anymore yelling and fighting, I am gonna lock all of you in coffins." I snapped. "Here is what you all are going to do. Nothing, just like you have been doing because you all have no fucking clue what you're doing. You can't even agree on a course of action. You guys will not be doing a fucking thing while I take care of this cluster fuck. So I need you all to sit tight and not do a fucking thing for next day or two while I find your sheriff."

"Fuck that! We are not waiting any longer!" Blondie got all up in my personal space. "If you have some great plan, please, share it with the rest of us."

"With a possible traitor roaming around, what makes you think I am going to tell you?" I took a step back. "As far as I am concerned, you all are the traitor until I find out otherwise. Plus, you waited this long, waiting a few more days won't kill you."

"This is our investigation." Eric hissed stepping closer trying to frighten me. "Start sharing, little witch"

I looked the freakish large vampire directly in the eye. The last thing I wanted was to have this jackass know that I am afraid of him. Who wouldn't be a little scared of a 6 foot something tall blood-sucking creature?

"How long have you've been looking, really looking? You can talk the talk, but you most definitely don't walk the walk. Do even care that Godric is missing?"

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because Blondie's fangs popped out. He snarled and grabbed me by the throat slamming me against a wall. My feet dangled in the air as I grabbed Blondie's wrist trying to get him to let me go.

"You don't know anything, human." His nose was almost touching mine. "I will rip your throat out if you continue to stand in my way."

Me, of course, being a smart ass choked out, "Too bad, you can't put this kind of energy into finding the sheriff."

Blondie snapped and went for my throat, but before he sank his fangs into my neck. He dropped me. I coughed and gasped. I looked up to see Hector had Blondie on the floor with a silver chain around his neck.

"She is here as an invitation to the King of Texas," Hector said calm with an eerie tone. "She is an official guest in this state, but you, Eric Northman, are only here because Godric's deputies have invited you."

Blondie gave a struggle, but Hector pulled tighter on the chain.

"You will stop with this asinine thinking that you alone can save him. To the king, it is very apparent that you cannot. The king gave all of you a chance to do this, but you failed. He decided to bring someone in that will get the job done." Hector chided pulling the chain tighter causing Eric to start bleeding. "Touch her again, and I will give you the true death. Understood?"

"Godric will-"Blondie began.

"No, he will not do anything." Hector interrupted him. "She is here under the protection of the king, and by extension, the sheriff himself. So do not test me or my patience, Viking."

"Fine," Blondie gnarred out.

Hector released the vampire. The tall (and I hate to admit it) gorgeous vampire immediately got to his feet. The burned and bleeding skin health immediately leaving behind a little blood. I returned his glower from where I was sitting against the wall. Hector walked over to me and held his hand out to me.

"Are you alright, niña?"

I nodded taking his hand. Hector pulled me to my feet, and he then looked at my neck examining to see if there is any damage.

"Thanks." I stood straighter giving him a slight smile. "Sorry, Hector. I didn't mean to get carried away. Let's get started. I am gonna need a map and something the sheriff used every day. It has to be something shiny, but nothing sentimental. It will be taken."

"One moment, niña." He flashed out of the room.

I walked over to the hardwood floors located in the next room over. I laid my suitcase down to unzip it when Hector returned with a map and some fancy fountain pen in hand.

"I retrieved this from the Sheriff's office." He explained. "Will it do?"

"Yes," I smiled taking the things I need from his hands. "It's perfect. Thank you."

I grabbed the container that I needed. I pulled out the white chalk, miniature candles, natural sea salt, and my compass. I took a piece of chalk and drew my circle. The circle was almost perfect from the years of drawing them.

"Fuck no!" Stan panicked. "No, fucking magic."

I ignored him and continued on with my task. I grabbed my compass so I can draw the top point of the star facing north. Casting location spells don't require casting circles, but I didn't want to waste energy on the spell but still get an accurate location. A casting circle is the best way to achieve that. Who knows how long it will take to find Godric, and I needed to maintain my energy. Working quietly and quickly, I place the white candle at the point that faced north and then place green, blue, and red on the circle facing that cardinal direction starting with the East. I felt a sharp sting in my head breaking my concentration.

"Listen, lady!" I finally broke and snapped at the woman. "You are not the first telepath I have run into. And it really fucking hurts every time you try to listen to my thoughts, so stop. I need to concentrate on what I am doing."

"I am so sorry." She apologized looking all kinds of confused. "I was just wonderin' what you were doin'?"

"Location spell," I said placing the map and pen in the circle.

Stepping into the circle with the sea salt, I looked over to the vampires.

"Now," I explained, "once I lay down the salt, no one will be able to enter the circle."

I open the top of the salt and. Once the salt made a complete circle, I felt a surge of power. I grabbed the crystal pendulum and wrapped the chain around my wrist. I dangled the crystal over the circle as I traced the air above the circle three times mouthing the spell to myself - vires renovates. It gave a flash bright ice blue light providing a protective dome. The candles flickered to life.

"Fuck." Stan was still freaking out.

Vampires. I rolled my eye and continued on with my plan.

"I cast this circle to defend me. Goddess heed me and keep the evils of the afterlife out of this circle. God, Great Companion, watch over this circle and defend it against those who wish to defy her." I spoke the spell in Latin.

I mean seriously, I was forced to take Latin in high school and again in college at the order of my mother. I am gonna use the dead language when I am casting spells even if I don't need to. I don't believe Opalina when she said that speaking it could make the spell more powerful because it doesn't. I never felt a difference in power. I think she likes to tell everyone that so the dead language stays alive. It's the intent and power that makes a spell. Come on Georgianna focus!

I felt a protective wave wash over me, and I knew it was safe to continue with the spell. It really was a show off I have power, and this is how you do real magic. I was also showing off a little bit because I really wanted to give the vampires a reason to be afraid of little old me.

I sat down with the map that was laid out in front of me and sent out my energy to search for my little ghostly friend. Little Lizzy was a child from a group of pioneers that settled in Montana around the 1850s who died of the flu. She is eternally 8 years old, and she always wants to be helpful. When I was first learning how to cast circles, this little girl appeared to help me with my spells. She attached herself to me. I started giving her some trinkets in return for her help. She has a peculiar fondness for shiny and sparkly things.

This was when I discovered I have a special affinity for the spiritual realm and souls. My mother said I am especially gifted in necromancy which was unusual for a witch of our bloodline. She suspects I get it from my father side since her ancestors were gifted with the power of the 4 elements throughout the generations.

The flames of the candles around me flared and shot into the air to act like a lighthouse for the little spirit to find me. All I had to do was wait for her. Lizzy might be upset with me because it has been awhile since I have spoken to her last. I felt her enter the room, but she wouldn't make herself known. That little stink.

"Lizzy." I scolded teasingly. "I know that you here. Come on out."

I heard her giggle.

"Hi, Georgi!" She said appearing in front of me. "Why have you been ignoring me?"

I heard some gasps and cursing from behind me but I ignored them.

"You know I haven't ignored." I smiled. "Just busy. I would never purposely ignore you."

"Good." She giggled. "I missed you."

"I need help. I need you to find the vampire that this belongs to," I showed the pen to her. "He is very important to this area, and I need to find him before something bad happens."

"Why are you involved with those creatures?" She demanded to cross her arms. "You know they are bad bad bad!"

"I know little bug, but this one has been so very generous and helpful to our community; we owe him a lot for the safety that has been established at Safe Haven."

"I don't like you're running around with vampires, Georgi!" Her arms were still crossed over her chest and plopped down on her butt. "But I trust you to stay safe even if I think this is a bad idea."

I thank the little girl and handed her with the pen. She reached through the dome taking the pen. She responded with an excited squeal because the pen was "shiny and pretty." I hope that the pen didn't hold any sentimental value to Godric because he just lost it to an 8-year-old ghost. Lizzy took the pen from my hand to examine it closer, and I could tell that she really like it. I told her she could keep the pen because it was the missing vampire's gift to her for helping me find him. She accepted the explanation and agreed to help me with whatever I needed.

I took off my quartz crystal pendulum that wrapped around my wrist. I held it in my palm. Lizzy used her spiritual powers to have the necklace hover over the map. She studied the map trying to find the Sheriff using her mysterious ghostly powers. I asked her once how she did it but she really could explain it. I could hear Stan and Eric making snide remarks about not finding Godric and that this was a waste of time. Which I found to be hilarious considering, I will have accomplished more in the 15 minutes that I have been here than what they have gotten down in the two weeks of the sheriff's disappearance.

It took Lizzy a little more than a minute to find him. The pendulum moved and wedged itself into the hardwood floor. Lizzy smiled at me seeking praise.

"Great job, Lizzy!" I held my hands out to her. "I hope you enjoy your new toy."

"I will!" She wrapped her arms around my neck clutching her new pen in her hand. "You best be careful at the church. They are tons of crazy people there."

I chuckled and told my young friend that I would be careful when I go to the church.

"Thank you, Lizzy."

"The vampire is locked in a type of cage," Lizzy whispered in my ear. "He can't get out."

I nodded acknowledging what Lizzy told me. I gave her one more hug before releasing her. Lizzy disappeared, and I looked at the map to see where Godric was. Shit. Lizzy is right. That place is full of crazies.

Both Stan and Eric ran over to look at the map, but the vampire was thrown in the wall by the protective dome. I sighed.

"I told you," I said beginning the process to close the circle. "No one can't get into the circle."

I thanked the goddess and her companion for the protection that they gave me. They protected me from malevolent spirits who wish to harm me. I disrupted the salt circle to end the casting circle. Once the protective dome above me dissipate, Stan and Eric ran over to the map.

"I fucking knew it!" Stan yelled.

The pendulum was next to a cross symbol with words that read:

"The Fellowship of the Sun"

"It was the Fellowship of the Sun!" The cowboy had this triumphant 'I told you so' look. "I fucking told all of you!"

All hell broke loose. Everyone, except Hector, started arguing again. Isobel yelled at Stan. Eric yelled at everyone. The blonde telepath tried to get everyone to stop. Nothing was working. I knew then I was not going to help from these clowns. The group, who were only interested in arguing, continued to yell louder and louder. I bet my entire saving account that these people have been doing nothing but arguing since they realized that their sheriff went missing. It wasn't a mystery why they could find him. Teamwork makes the dream work after all.

"I'm done." I gathered my supplies to return them the suitcase.

I grabbed the jar. I focused my energy on the salt so I could pull the salt back into the container.

"Reditum salis," I whispered in my mind.

I pushed my energy into the mineral. I used my hand to direct my energy to the salt. Directing my energy this way aided the salt to enter the jar faster. I heard another curse behind me as the salt moved across the floor and up the side of the glass jar. I finished putting away my supplies before I looked up. The rest of the room was silent, for once. I rolled my eyes.

"What?" I placed my hand on my hip. "Never seen any magic before?"

Silence. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I understand that seeing magic, real magic, for the first time is (for the lack of a better term) magical. If I knew doing a little bit of magic would have stopped these idiots from arguing I would have done it sooner. Hector has a smug look on his face, and I don't know what he was thinking.

"Hector, I am ready to go." I smiled standing up my suitcase. "I have some research I want to get done before tomorrow, and it is getting late."

"No." Eric glared. "You will not leave until you tell us what you are planning. I refuse to allow some human-"

"Look, Blondie." I glared into his eyes not wanted to break eye contact. "There is a traitor here, somewhere and I don't know where. It doesn't matter if the traitor is here in this room or not because I will not place myself or the sheriff in danger. You all are willing to put this telepath at risk, and I will not allow that to happen to me. So until you can't tell me for 100% certainty that you have detained and silenced the traitor, I don't want to hear about any of this," I continued my deep manly voice to mock him, "'You shall tell me your plan or else,' got it?"

I'm pretty should Blondie didn't know what to say, but he seemed like the type to always have to have the last word. Hector, however, began to speak before him. "Let's go, niña." Hector touched my elbow. "We have all the information, si?"

I nodded my head and followed him down the hall to the front door.

"If the traitor is still there, it's best we don't spend any more time here." Hector directed me out of the building.

I nodded in agreement and went to the car. Once I got into the vehicle, I let out an exacerbating sigh of annoyance. Those people, I mean, seriously!

"They are a bunch of idiots," I muttered as Hector sat next to me in the car. "I can see why the king as asked for assistance. They just argued the whole time, and I wouldn't be surprised if the sheriff just took a vacation at the Fellowship of the Cult because of its way better than having to deal with those headaches back at the house."

Hector just chuckled at my little rant and just nodded along.

"Seriously, what was Blondie's problem?" I looked at Hector. "Who does he think he is? He can't just go around attacking people and make demands of them! I bet my entire saving account that the bedazzled asshat is the traitor. He has douche bag written all over his stupid face."

"Finished?" he smiled.

"No!" I crossed my arms and huff. "If those 4 fuck up this mission, I will lock all of them in coffins for the rest of their lives, and I don't care that one of them is human."

Hector laughed out right at the threat. I glared over at him even if it was an empty threat.

"The king has reserved a room for you at the Hotel Camilla," Hector told me with the smile still on his face. "I have a room right across the hall for your protection, and Paul," he gestured to the driver, "will be here to help you throughout the day while I and sleeping. He is at your disposal."

"Awesome." I smiled. "So I am thinking about going into the heart of the cult. I need to figure the best way to do it. They're already suspicious that someone is after the sheriff if they sent someone to try to kidnap the telepath, and I don't want them to think that I'm the human sent to spy on them. I also want to figure out who the traitor is."

"The sheriff would not be at the Fellowship if the traitor was a vampire. The traitor would have destroyed him. It's unlikely due to the strength the sheriff possesses. It is impossible for a group of humans holds Godric."

"I still think that it is the asshat," I muttered looking out the window. "Maybe Stan is in league with the cult. He could have silvered Godric and handed over the church in hopes that they would kill him so he could have his 'war' with the church."

"That is possible, but I know that Stan is nothing but a tool," Hector said. "If he had enough support with another vampire in the area, it could be possible. But, Godric is ancient, and his power is largely unmatched. His reputation…"

"Reputation?" I asked.

"The boy is called Death for a reason." Hector continued. "However, over the past few decades, he has been more peaceful."

Death? It was an extreme nickname. A name like that was well deserved. I questioned what kind of a vampire earns that sort of 'reputation' ends up captured by a human cult. Now I needed to get into the church, but how?

I needed to avoid suspicion. I can't just show up and be like a surprise! I needed to figure out a genuine reason to visit the church. It would be weird for me to show up when the churchgoers are actively looking for Godric rescuer. I could ask Paul to come with me. We could say that we just moved to the area. We would be looking for a church. Did I want to get Paul involved that much? I didn't want to put him in danger even if Hector said that he was at my disposal. I needed to do some research and find someone who goes to the church. I needed to know what is going on at the church for the next couple days.

"I need a computer," I instructed Hector. "I didn't bring mine, and I need to do some research."

"I will have one in your room ready for when you get to the hotel."