Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part seventy

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Chapter Seventy

Once I had grasped the rudiments of using the safe room I mentally devised several strategies for how I would quickly get into the room if I needed to. I changed out of my Fangtasia outfit and put on my brick red nightgown because I didn't plan on going out of the house again tonight. No cars drove past the house, and the nightgown was modest enough that even if someone in a car did catch a glimpse of me in the window there would be nothing scandalous to see.

As long as I wasn't being chased by a vampire I should have enough time to get in the safe room. Vampires were only out at night, and Eric was with me guarding me like red on blood at night.

There were security cameras and motion detectors located around the property so I would know if any entity walked towards the house during the day. The house locked up tight and the windows were virtually unbreakable. They were made of the same glass the Pope uses in his Popemobile, Eric said.

Vampires were the targets of hate groups like the Fellowship of the Sun. The vampires that could afford top notch security had every bell and whistle modern security could provide. Their long lives became more precious to them over the years.

I would be vulnerable when I took Roscoe out but that couldn't be helped. I needed to be able to carry on with my life and not be paralyzed with fear. The safe room was one more weapon in my safety arsenal.

Eric had also suggested I take some of his blood tonight to make me stronger and quicker. I was hesitant, but it had been a long time since we exchanged blood. I saw that it was a wise idea. I tried to ignore the flutter of excitement I felt at the thought of drinking from him.

Somehow, I still felt that I shouldn't get such a thrill from his blood. It was too vampirish for me. and I feared being turned vampire more than just about anything. I also ignored the faint worry over his increased ability to taste my memories. So far it hadn't led to anything untoward.

In fact, because Eric saw the first Roscoe in my mind as a treasured childhood memory, he found another little white dog that looked exactly like Roscoe and gave him to me wrapped in a baby blanket. Maybe that was Eric's way of compensating me for the fact that he would be unable to father a child with me.

While I was bending over to get a juice box out of the back of the refrigerator, I felt Eric press a hard part of his hard body against me. He held my hips and pulled me tight against him. It was like I had "do me" tattooed on my backside. He found my rounded hindquarters wondrous and it stirred him the way seeing the Grand Canyon or Mount Everest stirred other men. It was as close as Eric came to a religion. The Church of Sookie's Behind. I had the feeling we were about to have a service.

Roscoe needed to go out. I reminded Eric not to rush him in case he needed to do more than piddle. They went out and I had my juice. It was cherry apple and the red color reminded me I was going to drink Eric's blood tonight. Anyone that hadn't done it would say "oh yuck" I'm sure. I know that's what I would have said.

We played with Roscoe's little squeaky pink bunny, throwing it until he was tired of the game. Once Roscoe was tired and happy we shut him in the guest bedroom with his water. Then we retired to our room.

In the master bathroom I brushed my teeth really well and looked at myself in the mirror. I tried to make a face like an enthralled fangbanger, then I made a face like a vampire, then I winked at myself and whispered "You go, girl." I walked into a room lit only by a single fluttering votive candle and Eric's expectations.

He had undressed while I was in the bathroom so I had the complete Eric experience as soon as I got into the high bed. He kissed me and I entered the magical space of our secret sex world. In our secret sex world I didn't need to talk, I didn't need to feel shame, I could be daring and creative. Our secret sex world was safe and I explored it fearlessly. Eric always asked me before he did any vampire things, his voice hoarse with his intense need.

I was panting with desire for him by the time he gave me his blood. While I sucked the little wound on his chest Eric moved slowly inside me, on the edge but waiting until I was done. His trembling showed me how much self control he was using to hold back. This made me feel very powerful, or maybe it was the blood, and that power was exciting. I drank very slowly, taking my time. Once the drug like qualities of Eric's blood hit me, I enjoyed it tremendously. Eric moaned and moved with each pull of my sucking.

When I was finally done he growled in my ear "Thank you, my lover," and then took me over the edge with his savage thrusts. I cried out "You're welcome," and wrapped my legs around him, wanting to never let him go. Sometimes Gran's politeness training kicked in at the strangest moments.

We lay there like that for a long time. When we eventually tried to separate we were kind of stuck together with the glue of our fluids. We needed a shower, so that's what we did. While I was shampooing my hair and Eric was making sure my breasts were very clean he suddenly cursed and was gone out of the shower so fast I didn't have a chance to ask him what was wrong.

I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and the soap off my body as fast as I could, but it was a few minutes before I walked out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me. I could hear Eric talking in the hall, and he sounded upset.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty nine

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Chapter Sixty Nine

Before I put away the few things I brought from Bon Temps Eric told me he had something to show me. He took me down to the gym in the walk out basement. I could immediately see things had been re-arranged. There was now a little reading alcove in the side of the gym. Since we already had a room with bookshelves upstairs I didn't see the need for a reading area in the gym.

These shelves were already stocked with books. Just about every classic and well known work of fiction and non-fiction I could think of was there in gilt edged matching leather binding, making a striking and impressive display.

I had never even seen books of this quality. They didn't sell them in the stores, and the library didn't have them either. I ran my hand over the lush bindings, feeling a rush of pleasure at all the hours of reading ahead for me. I always pictured heaven as having the biggest library ever and all the time to read I could want.

"Thank you for so many lovely books!" I exclaimed. I hadn't done well in school due to my telepathic powers jamming my learning circuits, but I did a lot of reading on my own and enjoyed reading about new things. This was very insightful of Eric to realize I would love a collection of fine books like these.

Maybe I would move them upstairs though, because I couldn't see myself sitting down here reading when I had cozier locations upstairs to curl up with these great books. I anticipated the pleasure of holding a beautifully bound book, turning the creamy pages.

Eric looked at me blankly for a moment, then he said, "Yes, they are nice books, but that is not what I wanted to show you." He went to the corner of the room and pushed against the picture of a river scene. Silently the bookcase slid open on invisible hinges.

The entire bookcase was actually a cunningly disguised door. A metal door behind the bookcase had a keypad like Eric's safe room did. He pushed the buttons and the door slid open in the blink of an eye. Eric stepped through the door into the darkness and a half second later a small dim light came on.

"Come in." Eric said. He was in a safe room very similar to the one Eric used. I could see some differences though. There was fresh air in this room, and registers for the air to come in and go out.

A single bed was made up with sheets and blankets, a small combination TV and DVD player, fridge, and a dog bed. Big bottles of spring water with hand pumps to bring the water up through a spigot sat under a shelf with dry and canned food, including dog food. This safe room even had a commode with chemicals to keep it from becoming unpleasant. This safe room was built for the needs of a human, for me.

The room itself was about ten feet by twelve feet, so there wasn't a lot of room. For a sleeping vampire a small room was fine, but for a human this room would become claustrophobic fairly soon. I looked at Eric, and he shrugged. He was obviously embarrassed, but why?

"Did you just build this room?" I asked him. I couldn't imagine how much trouble it would be to install something like this.

"No, I had it put in place while the house was being built, but I didn't think I would need to set it up so soon." Eric looked downcast.

I went and put my arms around him. "That was so smart of you, to put in a safe room for me too." This house now had three, count 'em three, safe rooms! Unless there were more I didn't even know about.

Eric told me he had hoped our lives would be peaceful here, but obviously until he got to the bottom of whatever was lurking around me he had to keep me safe. It must be incredibly frustrating for him to be so powerless during the day, knowing I was like a little pink iced cupcake surrounded by starving baboons.

He took me upstairs and into the walk in closet. He showed me a button on the floor and told me to step on it. I did, and an incredibly swift door opened up in the floor of the closet. I looked down into the hole and saw the bed in the safe room. Eric told me there are two entrances. Using either one would lock down the unit once I was inside. I would just drop through this door onto the bed if I was in a big hurry.

He lowered me down onto the bed to show me it wasn't a very long drop. He climbed back down into the safe room and showed me the many features. There was a brochure that also went through the room's functions. That was good, because I didn't think I could remember everything. A closed circuit TV, microphone, and unbreachable fresh air system all had instructions. There was a combination for the keypad, and later Eric told me he could have voice recognition software installed if I wanted. My head was spinning after he gave me the tour.

At night I would be safe because I would have Eric to protect me, but during the day and in that tiny sliver between the time Eric was in his safe room and dawn I could use this room. I told Eric he couldn't have done anything to make me happier. That cheered him up. I think he was embarrassed he wasn't a normal person with normal problems. But I wasn't a normal person with normal problems either, and I didn't know if it was his side of the weirdness that was spawning this current problem or mine.


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Saturday, May 30, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty eight

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Chapter Sixty Eight

Good question. Why else would a vampire run from Eric if they weren't up to no good. And what vampire could out run Eric, the quickest of the quick?

"Do you think it was Jure?" I asked. Jure had become the bogeyman to me, although I hadn't seen him or heard from him at all.

"I doubt it." Eric said, driving fast through the mysterious windy night. "He is too .... sophisticated to try to grab you like that."

I think what Eric was saying is that Jure had such awesome powers that he wouldn't need to act like a parking lot mugger if he wanted to possess me. I didn't find that terribly reassuring, but I was glad Jure wasn't after me. Of course that meant someone else was doing this. But who?

"How can anyone be faster than you?" I looked at his profile in the dashboard lights. He had a determined set to his jaw I knew meant he wasn't going to let anyone get away from him in the end. My sheriff always gets his man, or woman, as the case may be.

"I could have caught him if I kept going, but I didn't want to leave you alone in the dark parking lot for long," he said. He glanced over at me, the whites of his eyes flashing in the dark.

I had forgotten how devious vampires could be. It would make sense for one vampire to lure Eric off on a wild vampire chase while a second vampire snatched me up, or just shredded me on the spot. My blood ran cold as I thought about the horrible possibilities. I was glad Eric had returned quickly, glad he was so intelligent and calculating.

Roscoe was asleep on the back seat when I checked on him. That meant he didn't detect any danger. I tried to relax. Eric had already moved on from the parking lot chase because he had mastered the art of living in the now. He enjoyed driving and he was getting closer to a bed with me by his side, always a thought that cheered him up. I put my hand on his his knee and he moaned slightly. I very slowly ran my hand up his long thigh. Maybe I could use a little thrill to take my mind off the incident too.

He started to drive faster and we took the corner to Pinebrook a little too fast. I withdrew my hand, glad I hadn't made it all the way to the "stick shift". Poor Roscoe had rolled to the edge of the seat. Any more and he would have been on the floor. I made a mental note to myself, don't arouse Eric while he's driving towards a bed.

The security lights came on when we pulled in the drive. A familiar figure stood up on the porch and shuffled down the steps. I got out of the car and went over to him almost as quick as a vampire to prevent him from looking in the car.

"How are you, Miss Sookie?" Bubba asked. He looked better than the last time I saw him. Since his change to vampire wasn't a complete success he had times when he was doing well, but during rough times when he was under stress he didn't fare so well. Hurricane Katrina had messed him up and it had taken until now for him to regain his full charm and stature. He was an impressive sight with his coal black pompadour, side burns, black open neck silk shirt, gold neck chains and fancy pointed boots. I was mostly glad to see him.

"I'm good, Bubba. You're looking good yourself." I said and smiled at him, my big bright nervous smile. I could hear Roscoe barking savagely in the car, as he did at all strangers. He had a lot to bark at because some of the strangers I come across are stranger than strange.

I didn't want Bubba to focus on the little dog as his next meal. I looked meaningfully at Eric and he seemed to understand my concern. He led Bubba away from the car and towards the garage. I whisked Roscoe inside, I would take him out back later. Bubba preferred small furry animals for his meals, and I didn't want my beloved dog to become a vampire snack.

After making Roscoe comfortable I went to the guest bathroom. Eric had brought in all the things from the car during that short amount of time. Vampires could run a great moving van service if they wanted to. Midnight Movers, for all your nocturnal moving needs. Two of them could pack a moving van in half an hour. Maybe I would mention it to Eric. He seemed to enjoy starting up new ventures that would profit him. It would dovetail nicely with his home renovating business. People would be moving in and moving out.

Although, after thinking about it some more, he seemed like he might already have enough on his plate, if such an analogy could be used for a being that doesn't use plates. Some things don't translate well from human to vampire, do they?


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty seven

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Chapter Sixty Seven

Pam came strolling back in the club a half hour later, with De Burgh following a few feet behind her. She was nice and rosy, while De Burgh was pale and unsmiling. He went back behind the bar and started taking orders and mixing drinks. He had the lackluster demeanor of the recently glamoured.

Pam went over to Eric, bent over and spoke directly in his ear because the noise level of the music and crowd would drown out her words if she didn't talk loud, and I suspected what she was telling him wasn't anything they wanted anyone else to know. As she bent over a few young men in the next booth stared at her backside, but they had the good sense not to comment.

I couldn't hear what she was saying, but it obviously amused Eric. Pam straightened up and asked me how I was tonight. I said I couldn't be better. There was no point in asking how she was because vampires didn't have variable health. I told her she looked lovely. That made her smile. There was still a little blood rimming her teeth, which took away from her wholesome innocent look. That Pam, she was the perfect balance of stylish and scary.

We sat there for a while longer, then I wanted to leave. Eric and I went to get Roscoe from Eric's office. I noticed that his office was not back to normal because normally it was a cluttered mess and now it was neat. The books were back on the shelves and straightened, the piles of papers had been tidied and were much smaller. The banker's boxes were off the couch and piled up neatly in the corner next to the filing cabinet. Surfaces had been dusted, and if I wasn't mistaken I smelled a cinnamon air freshener.

"Who fixed up your office?" I asked. I emptied Roscoe's water dish in Eric's little utility sink and put the dish in a plastic bag shopping bag. Roscoe looked up at me expectantly and wagged. Maybe "Who fixed up your office?" meant "Let's give the dog some chicken."

"Angellica," Eric said. He was bent over his desk, putting various papers in his briefcase. I attached the leash to Roscoe. If Eric had said it was any other fangbanger or waitress I might have felt a twinge of jealousy, but I knew that Angellica was not attractive to Eric because her blood was intolerably sweet to vampires.

"That girl deserves a raise, she did a wonderful job!" I said enthusiastically. Eric lifted his golden head to look at me briefly, his eyebrow raised, smiling a small knowing smile. OK, I guess that was pretty transparent of me to say. Still, she had done a good job. Well, she had.

"What did Pam say about De Burgh?" I asked, to change the topic as we walked out of the office into the hall.

"She had no problem with him. He was here to get a sensational story about the abuse of vampire power. " Eric held the back door open for me and Roscoe, then he turned to lock the back door of the club behind him with a key.

In that instant several things happened at once. Roscoe started to growl at something in the back of the parking lot, his little white body tense and quivering. In the faint silvery moonlight I could just barely make out a massive dark form against the blacker background of the trees. Eric spun around, dropped his briefcase and keys, and before they hit the ground he was gone through the parking lot, chasing the form back into the trees.

Roscoe started to bark, then stopped, still rigid with attention. I peered into the darkness, hoping very much that Eric was not going to be hurt. The briefcase had popped open when it fell and Eric's papers started blowing around the parking lot in the brisk breeze. I bent down to grab the remaining papers and pick up the keys. As I stood up with the briefcase and the keys Eric was already back, standing there with a sheaf of crumpled papers in his hand. He had zipped around the parking lot and retrieved the windblown papers. How fast is that?

"He got away." Eric said, succinctly. If he had been human he would have been gasping for breath, but the only sign that Eric had just engaged in a high speed chase was the golden aura of his windblown hair.

"Who got away?" I asked, helping him to smooth out his papers and put them back into the briefcase.

"I do not know, he was too far ahead for me to see him, and the wind was blowing the wrong way for me to pick up his scent."

"Do you think he was here to do something bad?" I asked. We got in the Subaru and Eric started the engine.

"Yes, " Eric said, his features set like stone, "Why else would he run from me?"


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(Hi to all of you that don't usually write. And to those that write regularly I really appreciate it. Glad to know you're along for this adventure. I appreciate your comments, and I'm nearing the end of story, staying ahead of my postings. Hope you are going to have a good weekend. As usual, I'll continue to post chapters throughout the weekend.)
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Friday, May 29, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty six

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Chapter Sixty Six

The drive to Shreveport went by quickly because I spent the time trying to come up with plan B and plan C if the key people in my wedding party were unable or unwilling to attend.

I remembered once I had ended up in a bridal party to fill in for a bridesmaid that had an appendicitis. The bride had been determined enough to wrestle the dress off the poor suffering bridesmaid before she went to the hospital so she could give the dress to me to wear.

At the time I had been astounded at the determination of the bride to carry the wedding off without a hitch, but now I understand how she felt.

I checked my rear view mirror every so often to see if I was being followed, but I didn't see anything that looked suspicious. Even though Tray didn't find a tracking device, that didn't mean there wasn't one. Still, nothing more had happened since the red haired guy had asked Tray about the car, and that might have had nothing to do with me at all.

Fangtasia was hopping. I was happy to see Eric's club doing so well. This was his pride and joy and he watched over it like a night hawk. Tonight I would get to see the new bartender. Mainly though, I wanted to see Eric and the new house again. It was like some fabulous dream and I needed to see it again to make it real. I parked in back and brought Roscoe to the back door after a little visit to a nearby tree. Eric had installed a surveillance camera for the back, so he must have seen me pull in. He opened the door for me before I had a chance to knock. Eric took Roscoe to the office while I went to sit in our booth.

As soon as I sat down Angellica served me a gin and tonic. It was nice to be served and it was even nicer to be served by someone that was not tempting my vampire boyfriend to take a bite. Tonight Angellica was wearing a red and black patterned shirtwaist dress that showed off her small waist. It was only when she got close that I saw that the pattern on her dress was little black bats. Even the buttons on her dress were little bats. I complimented her on her outfit and asked her where she got the it. She was pleased I liked it. She told me she sews, so she made the dress herself using a pattern and some fabric she had gotten around Halloween last year.

I made a mental note of this. If I was going to join Eric in Fangtasia very often I would need some suitably Goth clothes that also met my standards of good taste. Possibly Kathy could make me some outfits. Angellica looked both interesting and attractive, but she did not look like she was desperate for attention like so many of the fangbangers did.

As I looked around the club my attention was caught by the new bartender. He was looking at me, but when he saw me he quickly looked away. It was too late though, I already recognized him. Hans De Burgh moved to the far end of the bar and angled his body away from me. Hans De Burgh was the cryptozoologist that had tried to capture Bigfoot, Richard Bishop, paying his girlfriend Saytanna to set Bigfoot up to be drugged and brought back alive. Since the cryptozoologist was also a doctor of some kind, I doubted if his job as a bartender here was real employment. He was up to something, and I knew Eric wanted to glamour him to forget about the night he saw Bigfoot.

I told Eric who the new bartender was. He thanked me and text messaged Pam. She was back in the office doing paperwork and probably playing with Roscoe. She just adored the little dog and had offered to keep him overnight if Eric and I ever planned to spend a night out on the town.

In a few moments Pam came sashaying out of the back and went over to De Burgh. She had on a tailored linen pants suit in a light creamy yellow and wicked dark yellow stilettos with toe cleavage. She spoke to him for a moment, then pointed towards the back and he nodded. He dried his hands and keeping his face turned away from my booth he went in the back with Pam. I tried not to shudder at the thought of what was going to happen to him.

Didn't Hans De Burgh know he was out of his depth messing with vampires? He was like a minnow swimming with sharks.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty five

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Chapter Sixty Five

Tray had stayed over with Amelia in her room. His big handsome beefy face greeted me in the kitchen the next morning. He looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary, but I didn't ask him what was up.

I was dressed, so I took my coffee out to the front porch to sit and enjoy the day and read the paper. Small town news was often amusing. The library got some new books, the animal hospital was having a free rabies shot day, and a steer got out of his pen and chased Mrs. Wilkins around her lines of drying laundry.

Then I turned to the police blotter and the smile left my face. The police had gotten a domestic disturbance call last night from Jason Stackhouse's residence. Jason and Crystal had rough spots in their marriage, but this was the first time the police were called. I wanted to call Jason and ask him what happened, but he would be out on a road crew by now. Besides, he was probably embarrassed enough about the whole thing without me bringing it up to him.

My selfish worry had to do with my wedding. Jason and Crystal were the best man and the matron of honor. If they were on the outs could I depend on them to perform their roles in the wedding party? Could I depend on them to even attend at all? Should I prepare a back up in case they fizzled out on me? I felt guilty worrying about my wedding when Jason might be having a serious marital problem. He wouldn't need me to pressure him about the wedding, but I just couldn't get the worry about it out of my mind. Was I turning into a bridezilla?

Probably. I had seen it happen before. Perfectly lovely women turn into Rambo in a fancy dress in order to make their wedding come out the way they want. They want to accomplish their mission and if blood must be shed, villages must be razed, jungles must be destroyed, well, all's fair in love, war, and weddings. I decided to give Jason a call when I got back from Shreveport in a couple of days. Maybe by then it would all have resolved itself and he would once again have the uneasy truce that passed for peace in his marriage.

As I passed through the house to get my bag packed I saw Amelia and Tray engaged in a very serious intense conversation in the kitchen. I tried to stay out of their heads, but I just couldn't help but pick out that they were fighting about something important. Roscoe was on my bed, so he knew there was something brewing in the kitchen. Otherwise he would have been hanging around Amelia's feet looking all sweet and adorable, a sure fire way to get a piece of the pork roast in the fridge. Their disagreement was bigger than pork roast, so that meant it was big.

Oh please don't tell me another couple in my wedding party was going to be on rocky ground! I thought. If this kept up I wouldn't have anyone left in the wedding party besides Eric, me and Anna Hita. I might as well elope. A tiny pain throbbed in my temple and I realized I was on my way to getting a stress headache, something I had learned how to avoid during my high school years. I just pictured the wedding getting smaller and smaller in my mind's eye until it was a tiny dot on the horizon. Then the tiny dot winked out.

As I packed I thought about the important things I had to consider, namely, my safety. If Jure wasn't the one that sent a re-animate to give me a message then who was it? So far I had worried about Jure but hadn't seen him or heard from him at all. I couldn't believe Saytanna would have the resources to get her hands on a re-animate. Besides, what could the message be? The messenger was more horrible than any message I could think of.

The last time I was in the Pinebrook house Eric had Bubba watching over me at night and Robert as Bigfoot patrolling the woods during the day. Was I going to have to live like that? I didn't like it, although I appreciated Eric looking out for me. Oh well, I would just need to take it one day at a time and one night at a time.

The phone rang and Amelia called to me that it was for me. It was Tara and she was very excited. Kathy Purdue had called her and told her Truvy wanted to meet with her and J.B. tonight. Tara told me she had always been comfortable with Kathy and Truvy. From the way Tara thanked me you would have thought I did more than just make a suggestion. I told her I was going to be away for a couple of days, but I would call her when I got back.

I got in my red sequined top and black leather skirt. I was going to wear the high red heels but I had found a pair of red flats with sequin bows on them in Payless Shoes and they were much more comfortable. I had my hair teased up big, my lipstick was red, and I was wearing Obsession cologne, Eric's favorite. He said it smelled almost exactly like the fairy scent I naturally emitted. I couldn't smell the fairy smell, but I loved the smell of the Obsession.

Tray helped me to put my things in the car. I had included some pots and pans, dishes, towels, basic food items, and cleaning supplies, as well as bathroom tissue, Kleenex, and paper towels. Maybe I would move in one box at a time. That could take decades with all the stuff in this house. Amelia was laying down so I told Tray not to wake her up, just tell her I said bye and that I would call her tomorrow.

I took it as a good sign that Tray was still here. Maybe he and Amelia had patched things up But when I saw Amelia's face in the upstairs window as I pulled out of the drive I could tell by her drawn expression that she was still tense and unhappy.


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Thursday, May 28, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty four

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Chapter Sixty Four

Naked Eric sat near me on the bed when I called Anna Hita that night to ask her about the dates for the wedding. Corinth, Anna Hita's efficient vampire secretary, answered the phone and told me Anna Hita would call me back in about an hour when her current appointment was done.

Anna Hita was probably helping a vampire sort out some issue he or she was having. Vampires were so private they did not want to share their problems with anyone. Anna Hita used her magical Scrying powers, her telepathic powers, and maybe some other powers I didn't know about to help the vampire go into a trance state and see the answers within. No information was given or received from an outside source, the vampire had complete privacy, yet they were now in a better position to sort out and resolve what was challenging them.

Naked Eric managed to keep me occupied for the next hour. So occupied in fact that I had completely forgotten I was waiting for a phone call. When the phone rang I was startled. I sat up and grabbed it. Anna Hita was a very busy vampire, I didn't want to waste her time.

As always she was sweet and loving towards me on the phone. She spoke to Eric for a few minutes and I saw how open his face looked when he talked to her. It looked like it did when he was with me, truly happy and full of love. She was available on any of the dates I mentioned, so I picked the one that appealed to me the most, October 31st. It would be easy to remember and it fit with the variety of supernatural beings that would be at our wedding. Eric laughed out loud at my choice and he hugged me and kidded me after I got off the phone.

Anna Hita would be available for a rehearsal in two weeks. We would have the rehearsal in New Orleans so Anna Hita wouldn't have to travel. She seldom left New Orleans, so her trip to Shreveport to perform the wedding was a great honor for Eric and me.

This would be her second trip to Shreveport on my behalf. The first was to help me get over the emotional distress I felt after being glamoured into having a blood exchange with Jure Grando, the only telepathic vampire besides Anna Hita that could glamour me. I told her I looked forward to seeing her, and we said our fond good byes.

Naked Eric was sitting cross legged down on the floor repainting my toe nails during the last half of this conversation. He just loved my feet so sometimes I took off the old polish and let him pick the new color. This time he had gone further and was actually putting the bright red polish on. He was careful not to tickle my feet and he did a perfect job, probably because his eyesight was phenomenal and his hand was as steady as a rock.

As I waited for the polish to dry naked Eric kissed his way up my tanned smoothly shaven legs. It was a struggle not to smudge the polish, but I did it, no thanks to naked Eric. His attention had moved on from my pedicure, but I kept my focus. At least until my fast drying polish was dry, which was about five minutes.

I was off from work tonight and tomorrow night I was going to meet Eric in Shreveport. We would sit in Fangtasia for a while, then go back to the house on Pinebrook. The more time I spent with Eric the more relaxed and happy I felt. This was partially due to our blood bond. He was able to transmit good feelings to me, it was one of his vampire powers. This made the vampire attractive and pleasurable to be around, making it easy for the vampire to continue to feed on the human he or she had exchanged blood with.

Of course I loved Eric independently of our blood bond. The blood bond might be able to send me good feelings while I was near Eric, but when he was far away, or dead until dark, the feelings I had were my own. I loved him and missed him while we were apart, so I knew these were my real feelings. I had learned to relax and enjoy the way Eric was able to make me feel. If a pill could do what Eric could do, it would be the most popular prescription ever. Take two fangs and call me in the morning, if you're still here in the morning.

We watched an old movie about a World War two spy, then we went for a walk. I needed a flashlight since the moon was already low in the sky, but Eric only needed his special vampire vision to see in the dark. After we got about a half mile the down road he picked me up and flew me to the top of the old water tower.

Under the canopy of the starry cloudless sky I could see for miles from up there, I could even see Jason's house by the pond. I saw a few cars over at Jason's house and his lights were on, even though it was so late. I hoped he was having a good time with his friends, not an emergency.

Eric flew us back down and we went back to our Swedish love nest to act all gooshy, mushy and lovey-dovey. But please don't tell anyone. Eric likes to keep that side of him on the down low. In public he remains the fearsome ruthless Master Vampire. He left to make it back to Shreveport before dawn, and I slept the motionless dreamless sleep of the vampire's girlfriend.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty three

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Chapter Sixty Three

Quinn and I went over the arrangements he had made. He had tentatively reserved Del Florio's for several dates and would narrow it down as soon as I spoke to Anna Hita and finalized the date with her.

Del Florio's was a well known and respected restaurant and reception hall in Shreveport. Night weddings were still relatively rare, so holding several dates open this far in advance would not be a problem for them.

Del Florio's would do all the catering and the open bar. They had expanded their facility to handle the special needs of the supernatural community. I would have a separate reception room for the fairies where they could watch the ceremony in safety on a large HDTV screen. Their door would be discreetly guarded to prevent any vampires from accidentally wandering in.

Nobody really knew what fairies actually ate, so a variety of pastries and other sweet treats would be provided, as well as raw meat, nuts, and honey water. That seemed to be the best guess for what would be acceptable for them. I reminded Quinn to check for iron and lemons in all the food and surroundings. Lemon and iron could harm fairies, and I wanted my fairy relatives and guests to be comfortable.

Quinn surprised me when he said that he had spoken to Eric about the wedding plans and Eric said he would provide the bands, music list and the D.J. for the receptions. Bruno, the vampire D.J. from Fangtasia was going to be our D.J. That couldn't be better.

"Receptions?" I asked, suddenly picking up on what Quinn had said. "Is that plural?"

I could tell Quinn was surprised Eric hadn't told me. "Yes, I hope I'm not spoiling anything here. I thought you knew he had a second later reception planned to take place in Fangtasia."

That made sense. Eric loved to surprise me, he loved his club, and he had friends and business associates he probably wouldn't want at our main reception. I was curious to see what Eric had up his sleeve, but I clothed my soul in patience.

Of course I had to make a few musical selections too for the service and for my song, forever to be my song to Eric, for a special dance with him. He was picking out a song, forever to be his song to me, for his special dance with me.

I tried to get Quinn to tell me what song Eric had picked, but his lips were sealed. I suppose you had to get good at keeping things under your hat in his business. I'm sure I wasn't the first bride to ask that question. The way Quinn smiled, I knew it was going to be something amazing.

Eric was also picking out the song for our first dance. Of course Quinn wouldn't tell me that was either, but I got him laughing I asked so many different ways trying to trick him.

The men's attire was already chosen, altered, and ready to wear. It figures. Men have it a lot easier when it comes to picking out an outfit, but they probably don't have as much fun or as many choices as women do either. Quinn showed me a swatch from their shirts, I got my swatch and put them side by side. They were a near perfect match, my swatch being just a tiny bit lighter blue, but the in the same shade.

He went over the arrangements with the photographer, and the other myriad little details that would need to be attended to. I was grateful for his competent help, and it seemed to me he had gone out of his way to plan an outstanding and beautiful wedding.

I told Quinn I would speak with Anna Hita about the date, and that my dress and the other dresses would be ready by then.

Once all the details had been wrapped up we went in and joined Tray and Amelia in the kitchen. Amelia had made a fabulous meal and both the big men dug in, but not quite as much as the Bishop brothers had eaten the day before. It must cost a fortune to feed those guys.

Amelia was basking in the compliments being paid to her by the men, especially by Tray. I suddenly realized she was showing off her cooking for him. A woman that can cook makes a good wife, especially if she's cute, energetic and fun loving like Amelia. All this talk about weddings had triggered something in Amelia, and I thought she was waiting for Tray to propose to her. I kept my fingers crossed for her to get her proposal.

Watching Quinn and Tray eat, sitting around the table like this, I was suddenly aware that this was something I would never do with Eric. We would have to come up with other daily routines that were comforting and allowed us to sit and talk face to face. Every relationship has its challenges, and we were both up to the task of meeting our challenges head on.

There was really no vampire equivalent to sitting down for a meal, unless it would be to sip a bottle of synthetic blood while I ate or had coffee. Eric didn't seem to object to seeing me eat the way Bill had, that must be a quality individual with each vampire. Both of them liked me to brush my teeth very thoroughly after I ate before they kissed me, and I didn't mind because it was a healthy habit for me to have anyway.

Quinn and I went out on the porch to talk while Amelia and Tray cleaned up the kitchen. I could see she wanted to perform this little domestic task with him. Quinn told me amusing stories about events he had facilitated and we laughed like friends.

Before he headed off to his next appointment he held my hand in his big warm hands and said he was happy for me. He was sorry that it hadn't worked out for us, but he was glad to see I had found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

His violet eyes sparkled and his big white smile shone, but I could see the hurt too, hiding deep behind his amethyst eyes. It took a big man to rise above the past like he had. I wished him every happiness in the future.


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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty two

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Chapter Sixty Two

Kathy opened the door for me, curious as to why I had come back. I could tell by the lack of other brain waves in her house that we were alone.

Since we didn't have a lot of time I got right to the point. I told her that I didn't know what arrangements Truvy was going to make about the baby, but if she was interested in adoption I knew a wonderful couple that were eager to have a baby, but were unable to have a child biologically. I said they were agreeable to having an open adoption if that was something Truvy had considered. I tried to make it sound like this was all just speculation on my part.

Kathy was an intelligent woman and a protective mother. I could tell right away she was not fooled a bit by my act.

"I've heard about you, you know." she said. "I heard you could read minds. I think you read Truvy's mind the last time you were here."

I prepared myself to be told to mind my own business, told to stay away from her and Truvy, or told I was a freak, a witch, or any one of the other negative reactions I had gotten over the years when I stuck my telepathic neck out to try and help someone. But that didn't happen because Kathy wasn't afraid of me.

She looked at me curiously and said, "It must be difficult for you, knowing all the secrets and hidden things in people's lives. I don't judge you for abilities you obviously didn't ask for."

Truvy's mom thought for another few seconds, deciding how she was going to proceed, " I really appreciate you trying to help us out. I'll pass the information along to Truvy. It's her decision, but it would be a great burden off both our minds if she could find a solution that would meet all our needs."

I told her it was Tara and J.B. that were interested in adopting. Kathy's face just lit up at that news. She had known Tara for years and they often worked together professionally, Kathy doing the alterations or special orders for Tara's Togs. I could see Kathy thought well of Tara.

The thought of keeping the baby girl right here in Bon Temps where she and Truvy could see her and be part of her life made Kathy's whole face change. The lines that dragged down her face and had made her look a bit haggard lifted and she looked ten years younger.

From her mind I learned that she had a secret too. Her secret was a medical condition, a problem with the artery going to her brain that might shorten her life unexpectedly at any time. No one knew about this problem except Kathy and her doctor, and of course, now I knew about it.

Kathy wanted to be able to know the peace of having her daughter and her granddaughter settled into a good life. When Kathy saw me out both of us were smiling, our hearts full of the kind of hope only a new little life can bring.

When I got home Quinn's fancy truck was parked in front of the house. I freshened my lipstick before I went in. I brought the dart gun with me, hidden in a library book bag.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty one

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Chapter Sixty One

I tidied up the house in the morning to get ready for Quinn's visit. Amelia was going to make a nice pork roast, gravy, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables and home made rolls. First she made her famous pecan shortbread cookies.

Tray was going to come over for lunch with Amelia, Quinn and me. I felt like I owed Quinn a little something special for canceling with him yesterday on such short notice. Tray was bringing me back my car, since no one had come back to look at the car again. He said he had found some blood under the bumper, but no electronic devices. Of course he hadn't dismantled the car piece by piece to look for one, so he might have missed something.

When I was satisfied with the tidiness of the house I took a shower and went over to Kathy Purdue's for the first fitting of my gown. I carried the dart gun in the car, not sure if that was legal or not. I kept it on the floor where I could reach it in my open library book bag. If I was pulled over by the police I could just flap the bag shut.

Kathy greeted me warmly, but her attention seemed distracted, perhaps by the nearness of Truvy's confinement. I stayed out of her mind because I respected Kathy's privacy. I didn't see Truvy, and when I inquired about her health Kathy said she was doing fine, she was ready to stop being pregnant. I wanted to say something about Tara, but I would need to find out what Tara and J.B. wanted to do before I got Truvy's hopes up.

When Kathy brought out the dress I gasped. It was everything I wanted it to be and more. She had done a beautiful job on it and it needed very few alterations. I had never seen a wedding dress like it, and neither had she. We both stared at it in awe when I put it on. I was speechless it was so dazzling. I would keep this dress for the rest of my life. I practically did a happy dance when I thought of Eric seeing me in it. He was going to be one very happy groom.

We hugged once the fitting was finished and I was back in my yellow empire waist dress. I set up an appointment for a final fitting in a week. This had moved along very rapidly. I would still need to get matching shoes and underwear, but I would see Tara for that.

I went to Tara's Togs next and got good news. The women that were going to be in the wedding party had all come in for measurements, even Pam. Tara said Jason's wife, Crystal, seemed to be in a bad mood. I said what else was new and we laughed about that. The dresses were going to take about six weeks, then another two weeks for the final fittings. I was closing in on a date.

After picking out shoes and underwear that matched the dress from the Isabelle catalog I waited to see if Tara would bring up the possibility of adoption. I decided if she didn't mention it then I would just drop it. This was too big and personal of a decision for her. I didn't want to add any input.

"Sookie, could you set up an appointment for J.B. and me to meet with Truvy and Kathy?" Tara looked so sweet and shy asking me this I almost cried with happiness.

I could see she had opened her heart to the idea of adopting a baby. Tara looked like she was ten years younger today. She had skipped the perfect make up and the fashionable jewelry. With her hair pulled back and her freckles showing she was once again my childhood friend, the pal I had shared my big secrets with.

I told her I would bring it up to Kathy and see if Truvy was still looking for adoptive parents. Tara had found out about open adoptions and thought it would be perfect for her and J.B. She needed to continue to work, so it might work out that Truvy could keep the baby during the work day and finish school at night.

She was excited, but trying not to get her hopes too high. I was too. Tara knew Truvy slightly from working with Kathy on clothing projects, and she had seen Truvy's pregnancy progress the few instances she had seen her, but she had no idea the girl was having a hard time. Truvy had been away at school most of the time.

Kathy and Truvy had only been in Bon Temps a few years, Tara told me. They had moved here from Marthaville when Kathy and her husband Curt divorced. Curt had run off with one of Kathy's high school friends so Kathy wanted to start over in a new town.

Instead of going home I called Kathy and asked her if I could drop by to discuss something with her. She didn't have much time before she had another fitting, but she said if I came right away she could give me fifteen minutes. I drove back over there.

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part sixty

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Chapter Sixty

I really did have to sit down. Not only were my legs tired from waiting tables, but my heart was heavy. A heavy heart is a lot to carry around. How horrifying this experience must have been for the Phipps family, especially the widow.

Surely they knew for a fact that Herkimer had been dead, dead, dead. Then to have him get up and walk, to give them a weird message and leave. It would never resolve itself comfortably in their minds. Maybe I would need to go have a talk with Hiram once I knew the whole story.

As bizarre as the story was, it was better than not ever knowing what happened. Or thinking that their cousin had been laying there gravely injured, not really dead, and they hadn't gotten him the medical attention that could have saved his life.

Things like that eat away at a person. I know, because sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't gone for coffee the night Gran was killed here in this house. I pushed that thought away, as I always did. The reality was bad enough without me making it worse with speculation.

I asked Eric how the rogue vampire that created the re-animate had known about the recently dead man. Eric was still standing, so I looked way up at him. He looked ten feet tall from my seated position on the soft cushions on the couch.

"By smell. Some vampires have very developed senses and can smell a fresh corpse for dozens of miles. But the chances are that the vampire had already been hunting in that area and came across the smell. One of the men, the smallest one, has been recently bitten by a vampire." Eric said.

Amelia said, "The smaller one's name was Harley. He seemed to be the most nervous." She had gone and freed Roscoe from my room and was now holding Roscoe and cuddling him.

I didn't ask Eric how he knew Harley had been bitten. I knew Eric had what amounted to super powers when it came to vampire stuff.

"Do you know who bit him?" I asked. I stood up, moving over to stand next to him. He put his arm around me.

"I have my suspicions, but let me check them out before I say anything else. We need to get you to bed." he said. What he meant was that he needed to get me in bed, but he didn't want to be crude in front of Amelia.

Amelia grinned at us, not at all fooled by Eric solicitious display. She said, "I'll let you two get to it then."

She asked if she could have Roscoe in her room for protection tonight. He would bark like crazy if anyone approached the house. I would have my big vampire for protection, at least until dawn. Once the sun was up, I would be safe. Probably.

Once I was washed, my teeth were brushed and I was in my blue night gown, the one that retained the smell of the sun, a smell Eric loved, I straddled his naked body and asked him what he wanted to do.

"Something real," he said, and turned out the light.


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(I finished Dead and Gone. Golly. Now I have another long wait for her next book. Just a reminder that I am not including any of the changes D&G made to the pantheon of characters in this story. Thanks for your comments, I'm glad I can baffle you a little, otherwise you're way too smart and figure it all out!!)
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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty nine

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Chapter Fifty Nine

His eyes didn't leave my face as I made the decision to lie to this man. I could not think of one other way to handle this tragedy that wouldn't just make it worse for these people.

I asked him how long ago this would have been, just to stall for time. He said it would have been last night, which I already knew, of course.

"No sir, Mr. Phipps, " I said, using my down home tone of voice, "I'm sorry, but I can't say I ever made his acquaintance." Well, that was true. I don't consider screaming questions at the animated corpse of someone through a screen door "making their acquaintance".

"Can I offer you gentlemen something?" I asked, channeling the polite good manners of Gran. The smaller Phipps brother never took his eyes off Eric. From the way his hands clenched the brim of his hat I could see he was either afraid or he wished he had a gun. Maybe both.

When they didn't answer I asked them to please have a seat. I told them I just got off work and I had to sit down soon because I had been standing all evening at my job, which was true.

They stood there for another thirty seconds and then Hiram said, "We won't take any more of your time, Miss Stackhouse. If you should see Herkimer would you please tell him his kin came asking for him?"

I assured them I would. As I walked them to the door Hiram, the last in line besides me, stopped, turned and said to me, "We heard that Herkimer wasn't right in the head when he left the farm."

The other brothers went out and walked to their trucks, but Hiram stayed where he was, struggling to find the words to say what he wanted to say.

"Herkimer had a bad fall, a real bad fall, and we thought his back was broke." Hiram didn't look at me. "We even thought he was ... gone, you know?" Then Hiram looked at me, his eyes large and troubled. I nodded solemnly. "Then he just got up and walked out into the night, told his wife he had a message for you." His eyes searched my face to see if I understood what he was saying.

"It wasn't right," Hiram said, gravely, shaking his shaggy head. "It just wasn't right what happened." Then he walked out to his truck, both trucks started, and the Phipps men drove off into the quiet night. I left the security lights on.


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Monday, May 25, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty eight

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Chapter Fifty Eight

I waited tables, Eric acted as my security guard, and nothing out of the ordinary happened.

Jason came to the bar with Hoyt and I could tell by Jason's forced merriment, heavier than usual drinking and outrageous flirting with the women at the bar that Crystal, his young flaky were-panther wife, had done something to wound his feelings again. Jason was trying to pretend that his feelings weren't hurt, but I could see the pain in his eyes.

I gave him a big hug to comfort him. When one of the men at the pool table made a "woo" noise Jason spun on him with such a mean hateful look in his reddened eyes the guy looked away and soon left.

"Don't worry about him," I told Jason, "He just hasn't learned the truth yet." I was guessing the pool table guy still thought I was the one putting on an X rated show in TaTa's, and he didn't know Jason was my brother.

Hoyt had obvious fang marks on his neck so Jessica must have been staying at Bill's recently. He looked happy and healthy, obviously Jessica had modified her feeding routine so Hoyt wasn't in danger of being accidentally turned. I wanted to ask Bill why he was at TaTa's sometime, but it wasn't worth a special trip or call to find out.

Eric told me that vampires have special erotic shows they like and will pay to see, but they are not anything a human could relate to because they centered around blood. He had gone to see them a few times over the centuries, but his thought was why pay to see someone else having a good time when he could be having the good time himself. I was proud of his good sense.

After my shift was over Eric drove me home. I told him I was meeting with Quinn tomorrow and I didn't think I was going to need bodyguards during the day. Eric said he was going to give me the dart gun when we got home and made me promise to keep it with me at all times tomorrow.

I had been so focused on Jure as the source of the danger to me that it was taking a while for me to refocus my worry on whoever had sent the re-animate. I wished I had heard the message the re-animate had for me before it disintegrated.

All the security lights were on in my yard when Eric and I pulled in. Two very old, very rusty and worn pick up trucks were parked at the edge of the gravel apron. I walked into my living room and saw four similar looking mountain men in clean flannel and denim shirts, patched but clean and ironed jeans and overalls, their hats on their knees, sitting on the couches.

Amelia was sitting in the chair and I could hear Roscoe barking from behind my bedroom door, where Amelia must have shut him in when the visitors showed up.

They all stood up, holding their hats in their hands. They had the same reddish chin beards, rough hair cuts and gaunt hard worn look that Herkimer had. Obviously they were Herkimer Phipps' kin.

Amelia said. "Sookie, these are the Phipps brothers. They are looking for their cousin Herkimer Phipps." She looked at me steadily, letting me know she hadn't told them anything about what happened here last night. I didn't want to lie to these serious men, but I couldn't possibly tell them their cousin had become a zombie that disintegrated and blew away in the wind on my parking area.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am." they all rumbled at the same time. I introduced Eric, but no one offered to shake hands, which was good, because vampires don't shake hands. Two of the Phipps brothers were looking at Eric a little strangely, and I wondered if they even knew about vampires. Their homes were so remote, their lives so cut off from mainstream society, maybe they didn't know about the Great Revelation.

One of them, the oldest looking one, though their ages were hard to guess and could have been anything from thirty to fifty, stepped forward. He was the spokesman.

"Miss Stackhouse, I am Hiram Phipps from over yonder, " he made a gesture in the general direction of the mountains. They didn't have roads or towns with names I would know, so "over yonder" was as close as he could get to saying where he was from to someone that didn't live among them. I nodded to show I understood.

"We are lookin' for our cousin Herkimer. The last thing his wife heard him say was that he had a message for Sookie Stackhouse. Did he come here and talk to you?" Hiram Phipps asked, his sincere brown eyes searching my face.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty seven

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Chapter Fifty Seven

On the way over to Merlotte's I asked Eric if he thought Jure Grando had re-animated Herkimer Phipps.

"I do not see why he would do that. If he knew where you live and he wanted to defy the instructions of Anna Hita he would just show up." Eric said. "He would not bother sending you a dramatic message."

"Then who sent the re-animate?" I asked.

"Someone that wanted to shock you and frighten you." Eric said. "They went to a great deal of trouble to scare you."

Saytanna immediately came to mind, but I didn't see how she could have found an ancient vampire and talked him into creating a re-animate. I asked Eric what the punishment would be when the vampire was caught.

"There has not been a re-animate creation trial in hundreds of years. In these modern times the punishment would probably be incarceration in a silver lined cell." Eric turned into Merlotte's lot and added, "I have to catch the rogue first."

Eric parked and walked me into the bar. He was going to sit in my section tonight and keep an eye on things. Every woman in the place followed Eric's long leather clad stride as he moved through the restaurant. He moved with a grace and energy that made his hair float up and down with his movement like it was in slow motion. He could be in a shampoo commercial. I could see it in my mind's eye, "Buy 'Gee Your Vampire Smells Terrific' and see his undead hair come to life."

Nora came over and apologized to me again. I introduced her to Eric and he nodded at her very slightly. I could tell he was still annoyed at her for impersonating me. I was just about over it. By now everyone would know it wasn't me on that stage. That's all that really mattered to me.

I had a few moments before I was due to take over for Holly, so we all sat down at an empty table in the far corner.

Nora explained that Saytanna had told her that I was responsible for putting her brother in a wheel chair because of my drunk driving. Nora's impersonation would be a way for Saytanna to get even with me for crippling her brother.

Saytanna had showed her a computer print out photo of a sad looking guy in a wheelchair and said it was her brother. Nora realized now that Saytanna probably just got the picture off the internet. A sister would have a real photograph, not a sheet of paper with a printed image.

Eric remarked that Saytanna had a sister, but not a brother. Nora nodded, looking disgusted at how she had been tricked into doing this. She said that as soon as she met me she could see that I was nothing like the woman Saytanna had described. I didn't ask how Saytanna had described me, I'm sure it was as unflattering as possible.

After a few more apologies from Nora I told her not to worry about it anymore. Eric asked Nora if she knew where Saytanna was. She had an address and a phone number, but said Saytanna seemed to move around a lot, so the information might not be current. This address was in Roedale. That might explain where Saytanna met Richard Bishop and talked him into being photographed as a Bigfoot for money.

Sam came over and joined us for a moment, and from the way his hand rested on the back of Nora's chair I could tell he felt affection for the gifted shifter. I hoped Sam could get Nora to think better of herself than doing sex shows. She was not only pretty but she was smart and had a good heart. Still, if doing sex shows was what she really liked doing for a living, I couldn't judge her for that.

After Nora left I asked Eric what he was going to do when he caught up with Saytanna. He just gave a harsh little laugh and looked away from me. I had to get to work, but I told him I would be back for my break if not before that.

I stood, then kissed him full on the lips to show everyone in the place that this beautiful creature was with me. He smiled at me, but I could tell from the flat look in his eyes he a wasn't happy camper. He had too many Sheriff problems he needed to deal with.


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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Nice Picture of True Blood's Eric Season Two


This is the way I hope they portray Eric next season.

My Fantasy Image of Tray Dawson


Tray Dawson looks like he's had a hard day.

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty six

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Chapter Fifty Six

Having two large bodyguards follow me around changed my plans for the day. I had gotten a call from Kathy Purdue that my dress was ready for the first fitting, but I didn't want to bring the Bishop brothers to her house, and I knew they had instructions to accompany me everywhere.

I called Quinn and postponed my meeting with him until tomorrow. I didn't want to have to explain what the Bishop brothers were doing at my house.

There was cleaning that needed doing, but having them sit around watching me scrub the bathrooms made me feel weird. In the end I didn't do anything much. I made them lunch and a big dinner in case they wanted to eat with Amelia and me tonight. I did a few loads of laundry and Richard helped me fold the sheets. Finally they watched TV with the sound turned down low while I took a nap in the next room. It was dark when I woke up.

Amelia and Roscoe had joined them so when I got up I had a surreal moment seeing them all staring at an old movie on Turner Classic Movies. It was "The Wolfman" with Lon Chaney Jr. Even Roscoe was looking at the screen. I had a dog, two were-Bigfoots, and the witch girlfriend of a werewolf sitting on Gran's old furniture watching Lon Chaney turn into a werewolf. Could my life get any stranger?

Sure it could. My vampire fiance sauntered in wearing a tight Dead Can Dance tee shirt, black leather jeans, motorcycle boots, and matching studded leather wristbands on his thick wrists. They made his arms look fantastic, accentuating the thickness of his forearms which had been developed from his years as a Viking warrior swinging a great big heavy sword around.

Just like a piece of fruit can be picked at the absolute peak of perfection, Eric was turned Vampire at the tippy top of his physical development, making him eye candy forever. Lucky me.

Eric dismissed the Bishop brothers with his thanks, and probably a whopping great sum of money. Amelia had put out all the food I made for dinner and they had eaten every last crumb. Amelia and I had frozen microwave dinners instead. Roscoe had his regular dog food which he walked away from, thinking that there must be something more to his liking that would be brought out later.

Eric was eying me in the certain way he does when he would like me to invite him to dine on me. He always wore something he knew would have me throbbing with desire for him when he wanted me to give myself to him. It worked. We excused ourselves and discreetly went over to our special bedroom to engage in vampire love. We had, as the British would say, a bloody good time.

I had to go in to work tonight, but I saw that I could let go of this job without a lot of effort. I felt differently about going in, knowing it was going to end soon. I realized with surprise I felt happy about that. Waiting tables was fun in a way, but it was a lot of hard physical work too. Mostly I was looking forward to talking to Nora and finding out how she was talked into impersonating me.


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(I just saw a few tiny clips on HBO from Season Two of True Blood. It looks fantastic! Can't wait.)
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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty five

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Chapter Fifty Five

Eric returned here covered in grave dirt. We went to our love nest where he took a shower and bagged up his clothes. He didn't throw them out like he sometimes did after performing an odious task, so I think he meant to launder them and reclaim them from the dead. They were just soiled with grave yard dirt, not blood or some other even more offensive substance.

Being exhausted didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the affections of my vampire. "Just lay there, lover, and I will take care of you." he whispered in my ear. My body went limp while his body went the opposite way. The combination was perfect. Yin and Yang.

Before I drifted off to sleep I asked him if I would be safe tomorrow. He laughed and said, "Oh yes, never fear my precious jewel, you will be safe." I fell asleep while Eric was still kissing my stomach.

The next day was one of those perfect days I wished I could tape record and play back over and over. The sun was dazzling, the breeze was refreshing, and the air was clear. Before I got dressed for the day I decided to take my coffee and paper out on the porch and read the papers. I stepped out on the porch with the coffee in my hand and the paper under my arm. I shut the screen door behind me, turned around and gave a little shriek of surprise. The Bishop brothers, Robert and Richard, were sitting on the floor of the porch with their backs against the house.

"Hi!" I said, suddenly aware of how thin my worn blue nightgown was, "Can I get you some coffee?"

I realized that these brothers were sitting on the floor of the porch because they were simply too large to fit in any of the old rocking chairs with arms I had out on the porch. I directed Robert to get two of my big heavy armless wooden kitchen chairs and bring them out.

Meanwhile I went back in and got dressed. I brought out a tray with a pot of coffee, some of Amelia's cookies, which were the only pastries I had in the house right now, cups, sugar, and non-dairy creamer.

Robert did most of the talking. I suspected Richard was the shy one. He was a little tongue tied around women. He would be perfect for a woman with wiles like Saytanna to manipulate.

Both brothers had thick wavy shiny reddish brown hair. Robert's hair was a little longer with a modern casual cut. Richard's haircut was the same haircut men had been getting for decades and it would have fit into the nineteen twenties, thirties, forties, or fifties. It was the standard short haircut barbers used to give every man before hair products gave men a choice.

They had broad open honest looking faces, strange light blue eyes with a darker ring around the pale blue center like some sled dogs have, and beautifully shaped eyebrows. These didn't look like the type of guys that would go for manscaping, that is, the removal of their body hair and tweezed eyebrows, so their perfect brows were natural.

I asked Richard how he was feeling after the other night. Robert said that Richard had a headache for two days from the tranquilizer, but he was fine now. I thought their voices might be very deep, or different in some way, but they sounded just like all the good old boys from around here. Aside from their size they seemed quite ordinary.

They both had on faded green John Deere tee shirts, matching caps, and painter's jeans with worn knees. I found out they worked in a feed store their uncle owned in Roedale and they did odd security jobs like this one on the side. They lived with their mother and their older sister, and her two kids, Peldzom and Kalsang. The children's names were Tibetan because their dad was a Yeti.

Robert and Richard were twins, but not identical twins. I was really wanting to ask them about the whole Bigfoot thing but I didn't know if it would be rude to bring it up. The conversation quickly wound down, as it does with working men, and they each took a piece of the paper and read it while drinking their coffee.

As I sipped my coffee I turned to the obituary columns. I was looking for the name of Herkimer Phipps, but of course he wasn't listed. The mountain people didn't post obituaries or report deaths to anyone. They took care of their own.

There was probably a grave among his kin waiting for him, but he would never be buried there now. He had turned to a fine grey powder. Like that song from the group Kansas, all he was is dust in the wind, and a tumble weed of hair. Sad.

After I sat there for a while Amelia brought Roscoe out on his leash. I jumped up, expecting Roscoe to go nuts like he did the night Bigfoot came to the door, but he just wagged his little fluffy tail and went over to make friends with the big men. They were obviously not "dog people" but they each gave him a polite little pat on the head just to be sociable.

Amelia was taking Roscoe out for a walk and asked me if I wanted to come along. The Bishop brothers both raised their heads to see what I was going to say, and I realized that if I went for a walk the Bishop brothers would be lumbering along right beside me.

I passed on the walk and watched my friend and my white doggy trot off together. Richard looked long and hard at Amelia, and I thought I saw a flicker of interest in the pretty young witch.


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Saturday, May 23, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty four

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Chapter Fifty Four

Amelia came back in and said, "This wasn't the same guy that asked about the car. The guy that asked about the car was a little red haired guy in a business suit." Of course to Tray, who was six foot four inches tall like Eric, most men would be described by him as "little guys".

I thanked Amelia for checking. I didn't understand who the little red haired guy was but right now that seemed like the least of my worries. She was exhausted so she wished us all a good night and went to bed.

Roscoe went with her. Sometimes he wanted to sleep in Amelia's bed. I tried not to feel hurt and told myself that the hamburger snack Amelia had fed him probably had something to do with it. Besides, Amelia kept more regular hours than I did, and my poor little doggie needed his sleep.

I had a question. "Is .... was ... Herkimer Phipps a zombie?" If there were all the other types of supernatural beings, why not zombies? Still, it felt a little funny to use that term. I had only seen zombies in the movies walking stiffly and trying to eat the brains of living people. Ugh.

Bill stood up. "I have to go." he said, without an excuse as to why. That was one of the big differences between human manners and vampire manners. Vampires didn't need to explain things. It was refreshing after a lifetime of complicated and elaborate Southern manners.

Bill could certainly pour on the polite charm and romantic winning ways of a Southern gentleman with the best of them, but that was to win my positive regard. He wouldn't be doing that in front of Eric. Eric nodded his dismissal and Bill left.

Once Bill had swiftly and silently made his exit, Eric said, "A number of animated dead people can be termed zombies." Eric leaned back on the flowered couch and stretched out his long legs. He looked like he was beginning to really relax for the first time this evening. He liked teaching me about things and I liked learning from him.

"There is the re-animate you have just seen, a corpse animated by the blood of a Master Vampire. Then there is the corpse summoned to do the bidding of a necromancer, a powerful magician. Amelia would be able to tell you more about that. Some Carribean practioners have ways of partially, yet not completely killing a human, turning them into a being that is easily ordered to perform simple tasks. Angels can raise the dead, but that is usually to make one visit and bring peace to the living relative of the dead. There are the true walking dead but they live in Hades and are unable to venture into our world."

"Hades ... do you mean hell?" I asked, sitting near him, looking at him in wonder. How much of what was in the Bible was literally true?

"I do not know about the place you call "hell", perhaps what we call Hades is something others call hell. But in Hades the dead walk, living a shadowy and unhappy existence, until their debt is paid."

Their debt? I was going to ask more but Eric stood and said, "I need to remove the traces of the re-animate from your driveway, then we should get to bed if we are going to have time for sex."

Well, that was plain enough. I asked Eric if he thought I would be safe tomorrow. He said he would think about it while he buried whatever was left of Herkimer Phipps in the old cemetery.

I said a heart felt prayer for Herkimer Phipps' immortal soul after Eric left. I prayed Mr. Phipps would rest in peace, those words now having much more significance to me than ever before.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty three

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Chapter Fifty Three

Bill made Amelia and me cups of cocoa and he warmed a True Blood for himself while Eric paced, his large body seemed to take up half the room. Roscoe was being fed little pieces of leftover cooked hamburger by Amelia to reward him for being so brave.

"How is that possible?" I asked. "How can a dead man walk around?" I was feeling calmer now that Eric, my blood bond big blond vampire Valium was here. Bill had shut off some of the lights making things appear more normal. Bill was a good guy to have around in a crisis. He almost never lost his cool and he had a sense of what was appropriate for humans, something a lot of vampires didn't have.

"Magic," Amelia and Eric said at the same time. They looked at each other, surprised.

Amelia said, "Black magic, necromancy, can raise the dead for the purpose of the necromancer, but it is very difficult magic to perform and forbidden in the mainstream magic community." She gave a little shudder.

Eric said, "Some vampires have the power to briefly re-animate a recently dead corpse with their blood. They can use this re-animate to do their bidding, but the re-animate is very fragile and does not last long before it disintegrates, as you have seen." He didn't shudder, but his lips curled in disgust. Bill looked equally revolted by the whole thing.

I asked Amelia "Is Herkimer Phipps the description of the person who talked to Tray about my car?"

She didn't know, so she went to call Tray and find out what the guy looked like.

I asked Eric, "So the vampire didn't kill Herkimer Phipps, he just dug up a corpse and re-animated it?" It would be a tiny bit better in my mind if Herkimer Phipps hadn't been murdered to deliver a message to me, a message I had never received.

Bill said, "That corpse had never been in the ground, but it hadn't been drained, so chances are the vampire just came across a recently dead person. Maybe an accident victim, or there could have been a fatal wound under the clothes. But I doubt if the vampire killed him." He looked at Eric to see his reaction to what he said and Eric nodded in agreement.

"Is a re-animate the same thing as a slaveling?" I asked. I was going to need to take notes if this got much more complicated.

"No, they are not the same. A slaveling is a living human that has been partially turned and has surrendered their will to their vampire Master. The slaveling hopes to be turned one day and lives for the moments of attention the Master gives them. They live on small living creatures, usually bugs." Explaining this to me seemed to calm Eric and he sat down on the couch with me.

He went on, " The re-animate is dead and can not be brought back to life. They only appear to be alive, but the life force that animates them isn't theirs, it is from the blood of the vampire. They are a foul abomination and the vampire that makes one is rogue."

That word "rogue" rang a bell. "Does that mean you have to go after the one that did this?" I asked Eric, suddenly afraid for him.

"Oh yes, and Compton has to help me. He has been deputized by the king. We will need to quickly bring in the rogue that did this. The King will be angry this has happened in his state."

I looked from Eric to Bill and they both had the same unhappy expression.

"It won't be easy." Eric added ominously . "To re-animate the dead a vampire must be very old, very powerful, and trained in magic."


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Friday, May 22, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty two

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Chapter Fifty Two

"My Master. My Maaaaaster. " Herkimer Phipps shrieked, removing any doubt from my mind. This man was a slaveling. He started to rock from side to side in a strange rhythmic way. Then he made a loud wavering moaning noise from deep inside his chest. His whole body shook.

"What is your message?" I asked. But I never got an answer. Just then Eric's Corvette roared into the driveway, spraying gravel as he slammed on the brakes, the car had not even completely stopped before he was out of it and moving towards Herkimer.

Eric didn't make it to Herkimer Phipps before Herkimer fell to the ground. A great gush of black blood poured from his mouth and he started to have a seizure. I had seen a boy in high school have an epileptic seizure and it looked like this did, except the boy didn't have blood spurting from his mouth and eyes.

The mountain man's back arched and his heels kicked in the gravel. The bare heel of his shoeless foot was getting skinned raw on the gravel. I realized the blood from his eyes was spraying out of his tear ducts. Jesus Christ, Shepherd of Judea!

"Call 911!" I screamed to Amelia, but Bill immediately said, "No. It is too late." Bill had resumed his human appearance and was now smoothing his Henley down. His rumpled bad boy hair style hadn't changed when Bill did, and I suspected he was using a hair care product to keep it in place.

As I watched Herkimer Phipps suddenly went limp. He was dead. Vampires can see or sense the spark of life in humans so I knew Bill was right. Herkimer was gone. Bill went out to the gravel to join Eric, then Amelia went out too. I soothed Roscoe for a moment before shutting him in my room. Then I went out and we all stood around the brightly lit bloody corpse of the dead man.

There were countless Phipps men just like this one in the mountains and hills around here. They had always been here, as far as I knew. They all kept to themselves. They really were countless because census takers had never been able to track down the fiercely independent mountain folk to take a count of them.

They hunted, farmed, traded, cut lumber, gathered mushrooms, quilted, and did odd jobs. But their main income came from making moonshine. There were stills hidden all over the mountain woods, and heaven help anyone that touched one of their stills. These men had hunted all their lives, they could shoot the freckle off a fly.

How did a simple, uneducated God fearing mountain man like Herkimer Phipps end up a slaveling? Surely he hadn't made a deal with a vampire to serve him in the hopes of being turned. These people were religious, superstitious and held to the old ways. I believed this man had been turned into a slaveling against his will. I said that out loud.

Eric didn't answer. Both he and Bill bent over and sniffed at the corpse in a strange serpentine movement no human could make. They looked at each other briefly and some silent communication passed between them.

As I watched, the face of Herkimer Phipps began to turn greenish and blacken around the edges. The blackness moved towards the center of his face which then collapsed, as did his whole body. He was soon as flat as a pancake, like he had been run over by a steamroller.

Then his hands, feet and face drew into his clothing until finally nothing was left but his clothes. His remaining shoe fell over and grey dust sifted out. A sudden breeze came up blew his hair and beard away like tumble weeds. I watched in horror until they blew out of sight.

"What was that? Was that man already dead?" I asked with a weird jerky voice, just about freaking out. Amelia was backing away towards the porch. When she got to the steps she sat down suddenly, looking pale as a vampire.

"Yes, he was already dead," Eric said, coming to stand next to me to steady me.

"I was just talking to a dead man?" I asked, my breath coming in little spasmodic gasps, feeling a floaty blackness closing in on me.

"Let's go in the house, Sookie. You need to get inside now." Eric said gently, and he picked me up in his big safe arms and carried me away from the remains of Herkimer Phipps. Bill helped Amelia inside and we all sat in my living room. Every light inside and outside my house was on.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty one

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Chapter Fifty One

Pam answered the phone in her cool bored voice," Fangtasia. We get in your blood." This was a new answering line for her. I could hear her faint crisp accent very clearly this time.

"Hi Pam," I said, "I know Eric's busy, but could I just speak to him for a moment?"

I heard the usual Fangtasia sounds in the background. The thump of the music, the raised voices, the laughter. Eric would be in the office. I hoped he had a chance to tidy it up before his sheriff associates used it. I tried not to think about their vampire sense of smell. Maybe Eric used Febreeze to hide the smell of sex. Or, and this was more likely, maybe Eric was proud of the smell, showing the other sheriffs what a stud he is.

"Certainly Sookie, I would be happy to get Eric for you. I'll just be a moment." She laid the phone down silently and was gone. I wondered if her extremely polite behavior was meant as some kind of subtle sarcasm. With Pam it was hard to tell. Even with all her little quirks I liked Pam, and I think she liked me as long as I was helping Eric.

"Is everything all right?" Eric said almost immediately, with concern tightening his deep voice.

I explained about driving to Tray's instead of coming home and getting a loaner car. I told him Tray said someone had asked him about the car, but Tray had lied about the owner's name, removed the license plates and he was going to check the car over for a tracking device. I had to explain to Eric what a tracking device was. Although I knew almost nothing about them, Eric knew even less.

When I was done there was short silence. Then Eric said, "I will be there as soon as I can." and he ended the call before I could draw a breath or say a word. He was probably in the car and on his way here before I put the phone down. Vampires have a speed I think of as fast forward. But even that does not convey how incredibly fast they are.

Of course Eric could only drive as fast as he could drive on human highways, so it would take him half an hour at least to get here. I turned all the security lights on and was thinking of what else I should do until he got here when there was a knock on the front door. I had a peephole installed so I could peek out, but I hesitated to look for fear I would see Jure's glowering face out there.

On the plus side I had rescinded his invitation the last time he was here, so he couldn't come in. On the minus side he could have his slaveling with him and the slaveling might not need an invitation to come in and shove me out of the house towards Jure's waiting fangs.

While I did the math with these pluses and minuses I heard Bill's urgent voice through the door say, "Sookie, it's me. Eric sent me."

I threw the door open and invited him in. I knew he would never be a match for Jure because Jure was so much older and stronger than Bill. But Bill would most likely be stronger than the slaveling, if there was a slaveling, and he could prevent the slaveling from taking me out of the house to Jure.

My plus column just got longer. Let's hear it for the plus side. As Bill came through the door a blur of movement in the front yard flew out of the shadows towards the house and then bounced backwards. In the exact center of my gravel parking apron sat a mountain man, some might call him a hillbilly, in stained overalls over a torn red plaid flannel shirt. He was rubbing his grizzled head with both hands and looking dazed. All the security lights were on, so the would-be intruder was lit up bright as day.

Roscoe was barking like a crazy dog, foam flying from his little mouth. He would have run out and attacked the mountain man if the screen hadn't swung shut behind Bill. Roscoe was little and fluffy and cute, but inside he was as brave and fierce as a lion.

Amelia was standing next to me with the Benelli shotgun in her hands. Bill had elongated and was totally inhuman in his complete vampire mode. Amelia, wide eyed, moved away from Bill, and for a second I thought she might turn the shotgun towards him just because he was so terrifying to look at.

Then she looked out into the yard and grinned. "Can I set up a ban or can I set up a ban?" she bragged. The mountain man sat there blinking. I noticed his worn leather work boots didn't have any laces in them, and one had flown off his foot when he was repelled by the spell barrier in front of the house. His unshod foot was bare and filthy. He had a long reddish brown scraggly chin beard and his hair looked like it had been cut six months ago with a weed whacker. He was lean and tall and one of his front teeth was missing.

"Who are you?" I called out to him. I didn't get too close to the screen door.

He stood up slowly and brushed himself off before answering. Shading his eyes with his hand so he could try to peer at me past the bright lights on the porch he said, "I am Herkimer Phipps, ma'am. Who would you be?" His voice was scratchy and high pitched and broke when he tried to talk loud.

"Why are you here?" I asked him loudly, not answering his question. Had it been my imagination, or had Herkimer Phipps moved with inhuman speed towards the house? I tried to hear his mind but all I heard from his mind was a high pitched shrieking. I immediately backed out of his thoughts they were so nerve wracking.

"I have a message for Miss Sookie Stackhouse. Is that who you be?" Herkimer asked, sounding human. He didn't try to put on his other shoe, and the bare foot on the gravel must have hurt.

"Who is the message from?" I yelled out to him. I could feel Bill right behind me, he sent out a humming vibration like a jar full of bees. He was ready for action, ready to fight.


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Thursday, May 21, 2009

Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part fifty

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Chapter Fifty

Going to Merlotte's that night was a strange experience for me. Not just because Nora Heart might still be there, now as herself, since the full moon was too far past for her to shift to a human form. Not just because the occasional person might still think that it was me that had been dirty dancing at TaTa's. And not just because I found out after I got there that Jane Hoar had gone out on a date with Terry Bellefleur, though an odder couple I could not imagine.

Being there was strange because I was going to be leaving. Not right away, but soon enough. I wasn't ready to tell Sam yet, but I saw him through different eyes. He was no longer going to be my boss, he would just be my friend once I was living in Shreveport. This routine of mine was going to end.

Little things like putting my purse in the big drawer in Sam's desk, tying on my apron, trading a joke with Elaine, taking the orders from my regular customers, all these things took on importance. I treasured each moment at my job tonight, and once or twice my eyes misted with tears at the thought of leaving Merlotte's in my past. I had to direct my mind to look ahead to the future I was going to have with Eric.

Nora wasn't there tonight, but Sam said she was moving here and going to rent one of the small apartments he owned. He said she was eager to talk to me and explain how Saytanna had talked her into impersonating me. I could tell Sam wanted me to think well of her and not dislike her because of the way she had tried to damage my reputation. I think Sam really liked Nora a lot and I hoped she was worthy of his high regard. You couldn't have a better friend than Sam.

Happy thoughts of Eric filled my head as I drove home. I was greeted by Roscoe. He danced around on his hind feet like I had been gone for weeks instead of hours. I was tired and looking forward to a full night of sleep. Amelia knocked on my bedroom door while I was changing out of my waitress uniform. She had a message to me from Tray.

"Tray told me to tell you someone was interested in your car today." she said, puzzled. "Are you going to sell it? It's almost new."

This was worrisome. I had told Amelia about Jure's being obsessed with me and the possibility that he was trying to find me. Her eyes got big when I told her about my fear that someone might have put a tracking device on my car. I realized I should have asked Tray to check the car and see if he could find one, but while I was talking to him about the car the idea had seemed so dramatic and unlikely I hadn't thought to ask him to follow up on it. I honestly believed I was just being paranoid at the time. Now I wasn't so sure.

Amelia got Tray on the phone. I asked him about the man that had been interested in my car. Tray said he seemed like a regular guy, nothing made him stand out as an unusual person except for his red hair.

He just walked around the car and asked who owned it. Tray had made up a name and said it was there for repairs. Tray, bless him, had thought to remove the license plates and throw blankets over the upholstery. I thanked him for his foresight and asked him if he could check the car for a tracking device. I had no idea what one looked like or where it would be.

The big man said no problem, that he was happy to help me out if it meant thwarting a vampire's fiendish plot. He chuckled at this, but I wasn't laughing. I thanked him and handed the phone back over to Amelia. Her voice took on that extra sweet quality it had when she talked to Tray or Roscoe and she went back upstairs to talk gooshy talk to Tray.

The words "fiendish plot" rang through my head. I decided to call Eric and tell him what was going on. He had a meeting tonight with some other sheriffs and I didn't want to disturb him, but I thought this was serious enough that I needed to tell him what was going on.


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Sookie Stackhouse Ties the Knot With Eric Northman part forty nine

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Chapter Forty Nine

Tara looked a little better since I saw her last. Her business was going well and that meant a lot to Tara. Coming from an impoverished family made her determined from an early age to make something of herself and earn a good living.

I wondered what caused misfortune to make some people try harder, like Tara, and some people to give up and sink to the lowest level of life possible. Tara had always had a spark of defiance and sass, maybe that's what made the difference. Or maybe Gran's love and support for the child Tara had given her just that small breath of nurturing and encouragement she needed to keep going and keep fighting for her place in the world. I admired Tara for her resilience and counted myself lucky to have her as a friend.

She was always dressed fashionably, a walking advertisement for the quality of her clothing. Today she was wearing a light pink fitted blouse and a brown flowered skirt with little pink flowers mixed in to pick up the color of the blouse. She looked lovely.

Her hair was held back with a thin matching pink silk scarf and her lipstick matched too. I had dressed up a bit so I would match her, meaning I had worn a white and black checked skirt and a white short sleeve cotton sweater instead of jeans and a tee shirt. I had on Gran's pearl on a thin gold chain and Gran's pearl earrings.

The diner was a landmark in Bon Temps. It had been built in the 1950's and nothing had changed since then. The red Formica counters and tables had thick chrome bumpers around them and the red and chrome counter stools spun, providing fun for the generations of children that sat on them. I had forgotten the floor was black and white checkerboard, but my skirt kind of matched the floor so maybe I had remembered it subconsciously.

We ordered sandwiches and iced tea. Until our food arrived we just chatted about things in general, but once we had settled in with our food I asked her how things were going with J.B.

"Better. I realized that I was putting a lot of pressure on myself to fix this situation without talking to J.B. about it." Tara said.

"Did you get a chance to talk to him?" I asked, glad their communication had improved. I stayed out of her mind with an effort. We knew each other well enough so that she usually knew when I was picking up her thoughts. The last thing Tara needed right now was to feel even more violated than Mickey had left her feeling.

"Yes, I explained that I couldn't get pregnant. He was very kind and understanding." she said. Her eyes were on her food.

"Tara, do you wish you could have children?" I asked gently.

"Very much so." Tara said, she looked at me briefly, her eyes filled with pain, then looked away. I could see she was starting to back away from the topic.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked her.

"I guess so." she said, but I could tell she wasn't eager to hear what I had to say.

"Have you ever considered adoption? " I asked her.

"Why do you want to know?" she asked. She wasn't being belligerent or confrontational, but she wanted to make sure I had a good reason for asking. Tara didn't like anyone to tell her what to do. I didn't blame Tara for being well defended. If anyone had a hellish childhood like she did they would be well defended too.

"I know a girl that wants to give up a baby to an open adoption, but she is afraid the adoptive parents will shut her out once the baby is adopted." I said, laying it all right out for her.

Tara told me she would need to think about this. This closed the topic for her. I wasn't going to push it.

She asked me if I would be interested in adopting this baby. I hadn't thought of that, but I knew I wasn't ready to be a mother yet. I would need time to adjust to all the changes that were happening in my life.

Of course I had never discussed children with Eric because it was an impossibility to have a child with a vampire. I had never even seen Eric with a child, so I didn't know how he felt about them.

I knew how I felt about them. I adored children.


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(Thanks for your very interesting comments. I am still working on the last part of the story, so it gives me something to think about. There's a great NY Times interview with CH and a lovely picture of her if you wish to Google it. CH is the great mind behind all these wonderful rich characters. I just about worship the woman.)
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