Saturday, October 31, 2009

80 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Eighty

Once I woke up and began getting ready for our visit to Anna Hita I had a tough time deciding what to wear. I laid out my slate blue suit, the one I use for real estate appointments, but that seemed too businesslike. I thought longingly of jeans with a fancy top, but I knew I would feel under dressed around Anna Hita once I was in her presence. She always wore such spectacular outfits adorned with priceless jewelry it was difficult to think of what would be in tune with her.

Finally I decided to wear my skirt and blouse from India. It was dressy, yet casual, comfortable and light weight. My wrap around cotton skirt with elephants and flowers on it, and silk apricot blouse, had been taken by the maid and "refreshed" and brought back looking brand new. I laid out Eric's leather suit jacket and matching slacks and a tan shirt that went with my outfit, but he was free to pick out whatever he wanted. This was our chance to tell her about our decision to have a child, for me to resolve my issues with Jure, and for me to speak to her in private about a concern of mine.

I looked at the tan shirt I had picked out for Eric and decided I like the blue one better with my blouse, though not as well with my skirt. I was starting to feel stuck in my decision making over what we would wear. I made a cup of coffee in the Melitta single serve coffee maker provided in the room. This was a great gizmo, I just put the little sealed plastic cup of pre-measured coffee in the spot for it, closed the thing up and hit the button. A few minutes later I had a piping hot cup of real brewed coffee, and all I had to do to clean the machine was throw the little plastic cup out. No muss, no fuss, no bother.

During the time the coffee was magically being made in the machine I realized that the problem I was having was not a wardrobe problem at all. It was the anxiety I was having over doing something that might cause a rift in my relationship with Eric. I tried to please him, or at least accommodate him in most things, as he did with me. But sometimes a person in a marriage needed to do something very different than what their spouse wanted. That was why I was feeling so anxious. I was also nervous about how to tell Eric I needed a little time alone with Anna Hita to discuss something personal with her. I finally realized that I would just have to play it by ear tonight.

Eric was due to get up soon, so I didn't put on my make up or style my hair yet. He hadn't eaten last night so I wanted to give him a chance to wrap his big hunky vampire self around me and feed if he wanted to. I had impulsively gotten him a present today at "Vampires R' Us" and I thought he might want to try it out. I stood by his door, holding his surprise behind my back.

"What have you got behind your back?" Eric asked with a smile, pulling and knotting his pajama bottom waist tie. He had come out of his room just as he went in it. He didn't have that groggy waking up phase humans had. He was either fully there or fully gone. It was easy to see why the fully gone phase was thought of as death. Without a heartbeat or breath, being completely limp and cold, it sure looked like death. Of course it wasn't true death, no one wakes up from true death and ties their pajamas, do they?

I held it out to him silently. I wanted to see what Eric made of it. He stopped tying his pajama bottoms and untied them. He skinned off the black silk pants and threw them away from him toward the corner. He reached out and took the cape from my hand and put it on. His fangs were already out, and his interest was aroused, so to speak. I was glad he liked it. I was worried it was too much of a stereotype for him and he might feel insulted. We had watched Dracula more than once.

I had gotten him a real vampire cape. It was extra long to drape his entire six foot four frame. I had tried it on and it puddled around my feet. I looked like a kid dressing up in grownup clothes. The vampire cape was black, flowing, and lined with red satin. The collar stood up and it tied at the neck. There were yards and yards of material in this cape. I had on my blue bra and panties, and my blue satin heels, the ones that went with my blue floor length dress.

He closed the cape around him and it tented out in the front. Okaaaaay, now that was something I hadn't thought of. None of the vampires in capes I had seen in the movies were naked under the cape. Eric leaped towards me, scooping me up in a swirl of black fabric. He either jumped or flew, or a combination of both, to the bed, spinning me against him in the material like a swaddled infant. I was bound tight to him in the silky fabric, unable to move. His fangs touched my neck and stayed there for a long while, just pressing gently against my skin. Scenes from various vampire movies flashed through my mind, that moment when the vampire overpowers and takes their prey.

Keeping me under the cape he moved down my body with his fangs and mouth, never breaking the skin, until he got to his favorite spot on my inner thigh. The cape was still over my face. I couldn't breathe, so I pushed it down to my shoulders. As he drank I gave myself over to his skill, and thought about how much I had liked being wrapped up tightly and helpless. That would be something for us to explore further at home. Then I stopped thinking and surrendered to the rising wave, the cresting wave, the wave that crashed on the shore.



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79 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Nine

A few minutes later I was walking through the mall with a bottle of sixty gel caps I had just forked over nearly sixty bucks for. I didn't know if they worked. I didn't know if they were safe. And the claim that had been used all over Europe couldn't be true. In many less tolerant European countries vampires were being systematically hunted and staked. They weren't standing around in malls buying gel caps from a slick sales person.

Maybe the stuff in these pills would hurt Eric if he took them. I hadn't done any research. I could have at least called my witch friend Amelia and asked her about the herbs. The farther I walked the more I felt like I had made a mistake buying these pills.

I turned around and started back. I was going to ask for a refund and find out more about the herbs in the pills first. I sat on a bench and wrote down the names of the herbs listed on the label, though most of what the pills contained was simply called "secret ingredients". How could they sell something for consumption that was mostly secret ingredients? Of course they didn't make the Colonel tell people what the spices were in KFC. And I didn't have a clue what was in that shampoo I just bought. Maybe the herbs sold to vampires didn't have to have the same kind of labeling that human herbs had.

The booth was gone when I went back. There was an empty place where the booth should be. Maybe they moved it around the mall to reach the greatest number of customers. I would just have to go to the mall office and find out where the booth had gone. I didn't know where the mall office was and right ahead of me was the information booth staffed by none other than Chester Katz. He was as nutty as a fruitcake, did I want to talk to him yet again? Surely he could just tell me where the mall office was. I would make it short and sweet.

Still, he had never given me one useful bit of information. I turned on my heel and decided to try and find the office on my own. I looked down a long hall packed with tourists and shoppers. Nothing said, "Mall Office".

Suddenly a hand pulled on my arm. "You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!" said Chester Katz, as he tucked his arm affectionately into mine, and we walked off together.

Should I just rudely pull away from him, or should I ask him where the office is? We continued walking, him matching me step for step so it looked like we had rehearsed synchronized walking.

"You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk," he chided.

I stopped walking and pulled my arm free. "Perhaps you know where the mall office is," I ventured to remark.

He stopped, his face drawn into an exaggerated expression of contemplation. "Nooooooo, I can't say as I do." He smiled at me brightly as if that ended the matter.

"I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your waist," Chester said after a pause, "the reason is, that I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo."

My flamingo? "What flamingo? I don't have a flamingo." I said. I also wasn't wondering why he didn't put his arm around my waist.

He pointed behind me in a small discreet gesture using just his index finger. I spun around and saw a pink flamingo, standing on one leg, its eyes level with mine. It winked and jerked its head up and down at me.

"This isn't my flamingo," I told him. "I don't know whose flamingo this is."

"Then you need to take it to the lost and found," Chester told me, folding his arms over his chest and sounding righteous.

"Where's the lost and found?" I asked suspiciously.

"In the mall office," Chester said in his official capacity as information booth attendant. "Let me show you the way." Of course not more than three minutes ago he told me he didn't know the way to the mall office. But I knew if I asked him about it there would just be another crazy conversation leading no where, so I zipped it.

I thought this might be the best way to get to the mall office, to bring the flamingo there. The chief difficulty I found was in managing the flamingo while I walked. I succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under my arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as I started to carry it, it would twist itself round and look up in my face, with such a puzzled expression that I could not help bursting out laughing. Finally I put the flamingo down and it ran away, flapping its salmon colored wings and losing feathers.

Chester looked at me, shocked, and spluttered, "Now you've gone and done it!" He took off at an awkward gallop after the large pink bird, his bushy striped tail bobbing comically from side to side as he ran. A large white butterfly with red and yellow spots fluttered high above their heads. This place was becoming a zoo.

Good riddance to all of them, I thought venomously. I walked back to my room with my pills and put them in my suitcase. I guess I would just look up the herbs once I got home.

I took a nap.


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(Gjers-1 - Got a laugh out of the Shamwow! Leslie, Anonymous Z, Anonymous, It's so much fun being able to magically have things that you couldn't get in "real life" - whatever that is. Thanks for commenting. I had my computer repaired so now I'm back on the computer I like. Have a good Halloween all!)
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Friday, October 30, 2009

78 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Eight

After I took down my hair last night it was a sprayed and teased up mess, so I shampooed it and returned it to the usual loose and casual way I wear it before I went to bed. Eric had loved the shampoo fragrance, so I went to pick up another bottle. I half hoped Beau would be there to style my hair again, but he wasn't coming in at all today. Too bad for me.

I walked around wondering if I would see Martha or the butterfly, but I didn't. This was my next to the last day here so I wanted it to count for something. Maybe I would find a dream interpreter to tell me what my dream meant. There was a small crowd around a booth that was giving a demonstration. The crowd was going "oooo" and "aaaaah" at what the saleswoman was saying, so I moved closer to hear what she was selling.

The forty or so people in front of the booth were all crowded together, so I stood back a bit. The banner on the booth read, "Day Into Night".

"Come closer, Miss, come and see," the short haired woman said over her headset microphone, looking directly at me. "There's plenty of room in the front,"

There wasn't plenty of room in the front, there wasn't any room in the front at all, so I just stayed where I was.

She said, "I am guessing you have a vampire significant other that is dead during the day?" Everyone turned to look at me. Suddenly I was the center of attention. I nodded.

"And I am guessing that you would like to spend more time with your vampire, time that is denied to you because of their deathlike daytime sleep?" she said coaxingly. I had never actually thought about it, I knew that's how vampires were so I just accepted it. I shrugged. She went on with her sales pitch.

"From the heights of Mt. Chomolungma, to the Gangkar Chogley Namgyal Mountains, the people of Tibet have harvested herbs, magical herbs, herbs that can raise the dead. Now, thanks to the formula of Dr. Khang Rinpoche, your vampire can be awake during the day. You would like that, wouldn't you? You would like to turn day into night? " Her expression, a big grin, would shatter like glass if I said no I wouldn't like that. And it wouldn't be true. I would like it, impossible as it was. I nodded slightly.

"Then watch this ..." she said, and like a conjurer's trick she whipped a black cloth off a small TV. The crowd went "Ooooooo" This was a thirteen inch Sobada color TV they were impressed with. I think you can get one for under eighty bucks at Walmart, so I didn't understand why they were "ooooo"ing.

The screen was filled with static, then a professional male announcer's voice came blaring out over the tiny poor quality speaker. "As you see, dawn is coming." A grainy shot of the horizon was shown briefly, it was getting lighter. "Our demonstration vampire Walter would normally be settling in for the day" A skinny vampire in jeans and a tee shirt that read 'It Is What It Is' was shown sitting on a cheap futon couch. "But Walter has taken 'Day Into Night', allowing Walter to remain awake and able to enjoy the company of his friend Connie." A bedraggled looking blond came onscreen and plopped down listlessly on the couch next to Walter. "As you can see, Walter is in a light proof room, and he is still awake due to the herbs in Dr. Khang Rinpoche's secret formula. Herbs such as gla sgang, shri khanda and ming can nag po as well as fifteen other secret ingredients. Walter will not be as lively as he is at night, but he can stay awake, talk, watch TV, and enjoy the company of his friend. This miraculous formula (and here the announcer started speaking very very fast) is not to be used for more than two days in a row, not to be taken by vampires younger than eighty years, and no feeding is allowed during the daytime hours. May result in slick skin. Though rare, stop taking if bizarre hallucinations occur. (The announcer slowed down again) Now, how much would you expect to pay for this amazing formula? A thousand dollars a day? Five hundred dollars a day? Today, and today only, we are able to make you a super duper deal on the astonishing 'Day Into Night' elixir. I'll turn you over to our representative to take your orders." Then some loud educational film music played suddenly, stopped suddenly, and the screen went black.

"How much would you pay to be able to have your vampire sitting next to you tomorrow during the day?" she asked the crowd. "How about you Miss, what would this miracle of ancient herbal science be worth to you?" she asked me. I made an "I don't have the faintest idea" palms up and apart gesture with my hands.

"Well you're in for a surprise. For just fifty nine fifty nine, that's right, you heard me right, fifty nine fifty nine, you can have not ten, not twenty, but THIRTY of these amazing liquid filled capsules. THIRTY days of fun and enjoyment. Isn't that the bargain of a lifetime for this unique and proven formula?" she asked me.

Before I could think of a response she boomed, "BUT WAIT, if you buy 'Day Into Night' right now, I will DOUBLE that's right, you heard me right, DOUBLE your order. That's sixty wonderful days with your vampire. This safe, non-toxic formula is being offered here for the first time. But it has been in use all over Europe for more than five years with no side effects. All safe, all natural, all herbal, and ON SALE TODAY AND TODAY ONLY. Now, Miss, what do you say to that?"

"I'll take it!" I said, digging into my purse for my wallet. The crowd parted like the Red Sea to let me pass to the front and pay the lady.


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77 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Seven


While I was sitting in the breakfast lounge Jim Gunn, the representative of Anubis Air that had helped me track down Eric's travel container, came in and looked around. There were only a few humans and one werewolf in the lounge. He spotted me right away and came over.

"I'm glad I caught up with you, Mrs. Stackhouse," he said. "May I sit down for a moment?"

"Sure, Mr. Gunn. Please have a seat. Would you like some coffee?" I had a whole pot all to myself, it was more than I could drink. I asked the waitress for another cup and poured him coffee. That was the politeness training Gran had given me, always be a gracious hostess. This lounge, that catered to the sleep deprived human companions of vampires, sold enough coffee in a week to float a ship, I bet.

He had a briefcase he set on the table and opened with an official sounding snap. He handed me a proposal for compensation. I didn't open it because I would need to discuss it with Eric, after all, he was the one they sent to Cleveland. Gunn was very polite, very ingratiating, to the point where I was sick of him after five minutes.

Both lawyers, Alfred Wheedle and Kevin Kilcullen had left several phone messages and notes with their cards attached, but Eric and I wanted to see what the air line did to make things right first. We didn't want to milk this for all it was worth, we mainly wanted them to prevent this from happening again. I mentioned that to Mr. Gunn.

He told me that originally, when the airline had first started up, they had brought the travel containers right in the passenger compartment, but as more vampires wanted to fly, bringing more humans and luggage, they had changed their policy and started transporting the bulky travel containers in the light proof fire proof secure freight compartment, leaving more room for human passengers in the cabin. They were able to unblock the windows in the cabin so the human passengers could look out, one of the thrills of flying.

Due to what happened to Eric they had removed half the seats and replaced them with travel container racks. They had returned to their original method of bringing the vampire right into the cabin with the humans, this way a human companion or guard would be with the container at all times. An armed guard would stand in the area between the human passengers and the containers. The human companion could see the container but no one could go near them during the flight. This would prevent an attack on the containers by a passenger.

The windows were once again completely sunproofed, in case a travel container was somehow opened during an attack, though the likelihood of anyone being able to pry open one of those titanium reinforced coffins was slight. Cameras were being installed that would allow the passengers to view the scenery below the plane on the screens provided for in flight movies. I loved these ideas. It was so worrying to be out of sight of that container, to be able to sit in the cabin where I could see it the whole flight would make all the difference. I told him that.

He had an explanation for how Eric got re-routed, but it didn't make his airline sound good. While the flight to Cleveland was being loaded, the flight I was on, the one going to New Orleans, had to be unloaded and repacked due to the number of vampires and humans attending the opening of Vampire Land. Some of the luggage was going to be taken on the next flight to New Orleans to make room for all the vampires.

Once Eric was out of the New Orleans plane's hold, an employee loading the Cleveland flight saw the container on a trolley and wheeled it over to his plane to be loaded. That meant they were lax about checking the tags on the container and lax about checking in each container brought aboard the flight. That was a lot of screw ups to be happening at once, I said. He agreed, and said they were also restructuring the check in process to make it fool proof. I doubted if anything could ever be truly fool proof.

Jim Gunn patted my hand before he left. From his mind I read that he was genuinely moved at my devotion and concern towards my husband, and he was pleased to go back and tell his bosses that we were not out sue big bucks from them or ruin their reputation. He was smug about his compensation package, so it must have been a good one.



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Thursday, October 29, 2009

76 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Six


"Holy Macaroni!" I said, a phrase I had gotten from Coby. I sat up, my body still faintly feeling the sensation of Jure between my legs. I looked around the hotel room seeing the castle bedroom eerily superimposed on the walls and furniture.

That was some realistic dream. As I got up and went to brush my teeth I still felt like part of me was in a castle in Scotland. Who were those people? I mean, I knew who Jure was, but how about all those other people? Before I forgot the dream I wrote down the names and events. I wanted to Google these things and see how much of it was based on reality.

I went to the window and opened the room darkening shutters. It was a bright sunny day. Eric was safe in his day room. I had a day ahead of me to fill however I wished. All was well. On the surface, that is. I was disturbed about the dream. Where did it come from? Was Jure messing with my mind? He had sent me a few short scenes from romance novels, could he send whole chapters? It was certainly a classic romance scenario that was featured in my dream.

It had all seemed so real. I could taste the food, feel the warmth of the fire, suffer from a heart broken by betrayal. Yet these were all things I had experienced before. The venison stew was one of Gran's recipes, something she made when hunting season allowed Jason to bring down a deer, the huge walk-in fireplace was one of the features of the restaurant 'Frankenstein's Castle', the periwinkle pottery I had seen at a craft fair in Shreveport. The broken heart was thanks to my old boyfriend Bill.

How had my mind assembled all these odd components into a dream about Scotland? Were all those lurid romance novels I had read while I was in high school, a way to ease my aching lonliness, coming back to haunt me? Then I remembered Eric had mentioned his experiences in Scotland and the words to the poem about the battle of Ottersomething.

Had those few words planted the seeds of an elaborate dream in my mind? Why was Jure featured in my dream? Had he placed himself there, or was my subconscious revealing something to me?

I had questions, but I had no answers. All I had was the vivid memory of a dream that was set in a time and place I had never consciously thought about once in my life.

Tonight we would visit with Anna Hita. She had set aside the whole evening just to see Eric and me. I had hoped to speak with her last night at the wedding, but I spent too long with the unicorn Arvakur, by the time I had returned from the stable she had left. I wanted to speak with her privately about something, I didn't want Eric to hear what I had to say to her. I was worried about how I was going to ask Eric to leave so I could speak to Anna Hita alone. I had never asked him anything like that. I hoped I didn't hurt his feelings by wanting to have a moment alone with her.

Over breakfast I thought about Eric tuning me out. I had been hurt and angry last night, but today I could see his point. I did react strongly to some things. For someone used to keeping their own council it must have come as a surprise, and perhaps an irritation, to Eric to feel me constantly having reactions to things. I don't know if I could be any less reactive. Eric tuning me out might be the best thing. It would prevent me from constantly annoying him, and it would prevent me from having to censor my emotions.

On the other hand, I wondered how Jure was able to appear so quickly when I was hollering for help at the door to Vampire Beach. Was he always monitoring my thoughts and feelings? Was he putting thoughts and dreams in my head? I was going to speak with Anna Hita about this tonight.

I did owe Jure a big thank you for showing up and helping, however he got there. His quick action prevented anyone from being injured. I wondered if the vampires were going to take matters in their own hands against the FOTS members that tried to burn the vampires. Technically they were not supposed to be punished or killed because it was my telepathic skills that had confirmed who was responsible.

I suppose I should go to the King and get his assurance that he would not take any action against the FOTS members, but the King was on his honeymoon and not in contact with the public at this time. I was using that as an excuse to just let the matter drop and hope for the best.

Surely Quentin Matchitehew and his friends know that attacking vampires is playing with fire. This wasn't the first time he had angered a vampire. He had used Bill's data base to track down and harrass vampires, including Eric. Bill had shut down the Shreveport Sun for good by destroying the building and the equipment. I hoped he had fun doing it.


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75 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Five

What was I to do? How was I to deal with this betrayal? I sat there numb.

Jure respected my silence. After a time I began spooning the thick stew into my mouth and chewing. It was venison, flavored with leeks and parsley, potatoes and carrots. It was delicious. I ate the whole bowl full, punctuated by pieces of bread and sips of the hot sweet tea.

When I was done I asked to use the privy chamber. Jure went with me, holding the lamp high, showing me the smaller door in the side of the room. He handed me the lantern and stood outside the little door, then escorted me back to the fireplace when I was done. After using and covering the chamber pot, I washed my hands and face in the basin, though the water in the pitcher was nearly freezing. The crude lye soap burned my skin, it was not like the creamy lavender scented goat milk soap I used at home.

I sat shivering by the fire, staring at the flames, watching my plans go up the chimney like the smoke. Jure knelt in front of me. He pushed back my disheveled hair, gently turning my face from side to side to see me better.

"You have a rare beauty. The man is a fool, a weakling, and he married for wealth, not love. His resources were depleted by his need to defend this pile of stone. His wife brought a large dowry, enough to replenish his coffers and then some. He could not tell you because he knew his actions were despicable. You have not lost anything, you have gotten rid of a pox, a leech that would have made you miserable. Now you are free to find happiness with another, someone worthy of you." Jure looked in my eyes and I felt his words go right into that aching place in my heart and sooth it. The tight band of pain loosened, and I began to breath without having to fight to get the air past the pain.

He was right. Better to find out that Lachlan was not the man I thought he was now, before I married him, had his children, spent my youth and beauty on him. I had been so eager to feel strong arms around me, to feel lips shuddering with passion against mine. I had believed all the weary miles I traveled were bringing me closer the lover that would cherish me.

"I will cherish you," Jure said, and crushed his lips to mine. His mouth was cool, but his kiss was hot. It went on and on, developing and changing into a story of Jure's love for me, his desire for me. He pulled me out of the chair and onto the rug with him. I couldn't get enough of him and my hands ran over his body, tugging at his shirt.

He sat back on his heels and took off his vest, laying it carefully on the chair. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, placing it with the vest. His pale chest was lightly furred with soft black hair in a downwards pointing "V". I touched the thick flexing expanse of his upper torso, lightly ran my fingers down to the hard ridges of muscle on his stomach. He closed his eyes and groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. I wanted to kiss his thick neck.

I would forget Lachlan, I would forget everything except Jure. I would give myself to him utterly, and he would fill all my needs. His large body was heavy on me, and I welcomed the crushing pressure of him. His knee pushed between my thighs and I offered no resistance. His passion would pound the memory of Eric from my mind, from my body, he would erase all the past and ......

Wait .... wait .... I wasn't engaged to Lachlan .... I was married ... married to Eric ....

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(VampWhisperer, Gjers-1, Anonymous , Anonymous Z, Juicy - Thanks for your enthusiasm. It's wonderful to know that I can put the stories in my mind in print so others can share them with me. Sometimes when I post I am pressed for time and don't comment on your remarks, but I always read what you say and it makes me glad to know you're here with me for a time.


TMSescritura - "It made me think of Scotland, I was on the Isle of Skye just a few months ago. :)" ......Wow, I love reading about and watching travel shows about Scotland. How wonderful you actually got to go there!)
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Wednesday, October 28, 2009

74 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Four

The maid scurried to leave the room, eyes downcast. She did not seem to fear him, in fact she slowed and looked up at his stern countenance, smiling shyly. He patted her shoulder briefly like you might a dog and then said, not unkindly, "Leave us, Fiona. You may collect the dishes in the morning. I do not wish to be disturbed tonight."

She gave a little curtsy and left. The closing doors made a booming noise in the echoing hollow space of the huge stone walled bedchamber. I heard a bolt being drawn outside the room, and I remembered the hand hammered sliding bolts on either side of the door. I was locked in the bedroom with Jure.

He relaxed now that we were secure and went to stand by the fire. He raised a brow at me, knowing I had many questions. His mouth naturally turned down at the corners, and they twisted in a sneer that might have been an attempt at a smile. The firelight made deep shadows on his face, his expression seeming to change moment by moment as the golden orange light rose and fell.

"Where is my fiance, Lachlan MacLean?" I demanded. I needed to stand up to this man or else he would think I was his for the taking.

"Lachlan, and the rest of the MacLeans, have fled to Tiree." he said, his voice remarkably deep and low pitched.

"Fled from you?" I asked. Now I wished I had not changed from my traveling clothes, it put me at a disadvantage talking to him while wearing my night clothes.

"No, not from me. From Cromwell's ships stationed on his beach, ships filled with troops." He went and sat down in one of the chairs, motioning for me to sit in the other. "Drink your tea while it's hot, and eat. I will answer all your questions."

I debated defying him by not eating, but I didn't see the point in that tactic. I would at least have a full stomach and the reviving effect of the tea if I did as he asked.

"Would you care to join me?" I asked politely. I placed the napkin on my lap and poured out the tea, breathing in the steam and warming my hands around the thick crudely made hand thrown cup. The blue glaze on the cup was extraordinary, a shade of periwinkle I had never seen on any crockery, no matter how fine. It must be a local art.

"No, thank you. I plan to feed later." He pulled a handkerchief out of his sleeve and dabbed at the corners of his mouth. I think his cheeks were rouged to counteract his unnatural pallor. He looked like a dandy, vain and too self involved to do anything useful with his time. But his thickly muscled body and cat like grace belied this first impression. There was intelligence in his level gaze and I began to feel less threatened by his size and demeanor.

"How long ago did he leave?" I asked, buttering the yeasty bread and taking a small piece to taste it. It was heavenly, the butter sweet and fresh, the bread just baked. I tried not to moan with the pleasure of it. It was the first food I had today and I was hungry.

"Six months ago," Jure said, watching for my reaction. He got it.

"That is not possible! Lachlan would have sent a messenger to tell me not to travel all this way. It has been a long and tiring journey to get to Mull, he would not have allowed me to go on a fool's errand." I was outraged at this lie. Clearly Jure was trying to discredit my fiance.

Jure looked at me for a long moment before he spoke. "I regret to tell you that it is true. He abandoned his staff to the drunken soldiers on the ships. Fiona was badly used by the men, then silenced so she could not tell anyone about her violations. Lachlan left like a coward, looking out only for his family, and for his new wife, Margaret." Jure looked away, giving me a minute to absorb what he had just said.

I sat there dumbfounded. Lachlan, my betrothed, had married another? And worse, not even bothered to let me know? How did he know I hadn't walked into a castle over run with Cromwell's troops? Did he not even have the decency to let me know?

Jure rose and went to a large dresser in the corner. He took out a document and unrolled it, handing it to me. It was a Certificate of Marriage between Lachlan MacLean of Craignure and Margaret Campbell of Cawdor. It was dated seven months ago.


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(Gjers-1 - It was fun zooming off in this new direction.

Anonymous, Leslie - thanks for your thoughts. About the sex scenes, I only get to see what they will do as I write so I'll know when you do what happens next. I write so I can read their story.)
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73 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Three

"Aye, Lass, ye be on tha rrright rrroad," a grizzled farmer told me. He was looking at me oddly because I was traveling alone on foot, wearing a green silk dress with a hoop skirt, tight pleated bodice, and paisley shawl. His bulky unshorn black and white sheep were trotting ahead of him down the dirt path, going 'baa baa' as the panting sheep dog hurried them along and kept them on the road. The farmer looked at me a few seconds more, then walked off after them, using his tall crook like a walking stick to help him keep his balance on the rutted surface. I wished I had one of those sticks.

I trudged on, glad I would make it to Duart Castle by sunset. I didn't want to be walking around the Scottish countryside in the pitch black dark. I stepped carefully, not wanting to soil my green satin shoes with the sheep's leavings or mud.

I crested a knoll and saw the castle, locally named Caisteal Dhubhairt. It was washed a beautiful salmon pink color by the sun setting over the sea. The older part of the castle was made of thick rounded stone walls, the newer part was rectangular and imposing. Tiny windows high in the walls made the castle virtually invulnerable to attack, aided by its perch on tall white cliffs on two sides and treacherous ocean on another.

"Welcome to Black Point," the liveried guard at the gate said. He led me through an inner courtyard and up worn crooked stone steps to massive wooden doors made of hand hewn planks. The iron hinges had been crudely forged by a blacksmith. It creaked as it opened, and he motioned for me to go in. I stepped in and looked around at the vast stone walled room. Tapestries, too darkened by age and smoke to see the designs, had been hung on the walls to decorate the blue gray granite, and a row of candelabra chandeliers cast light up to the high rough beamed ceiling.

It was a bedroom with a gigantic four poster bed near the walk-in fire place. The fire roared, drawing me like a moth. I was shivering with cold, the flames warmed me as I drew close. I turned to the door to ask for a glass of water but the guard was gone. I noticed a decanter and glasses on a side table, so I had some red wine to quench my thirst.

On the bed was a filmy white night gown and a white satin robe trimmed in white velvet. I changed out of my green outfit into the white gown and robe, glad to get out of the hoops, corset, petticoat and bustle required to hold up my dress. I freed my hair from the elaborate curled hair style I wore to travel, enjoying the sensation of removing the pins and clips. I had wool lined slippers to warm my freezing feet. The thick oriental carpet defined a seating area near the fire. I sat in one of the high backed winged chairs, pulling a thick grey wool blanket over my lap. The high back of the chair trapped the heat, and soon I was deliciously warm.

I must have dozed off because I was awakened by a maid with a tray. A steaming tea pot, a large deep bowl of some thick meat soup and a hunk of crusty bread and ration of butter were placed on the table near my chair. I was hungry, but I had hoped to eat with my betrothed, Lachlan MacLean.

"Thank you," I said to the girl, "Do you know where Lachlan MacLean is? Could you take him a message from his wife to be?"

She shook her head no, her eyes wide with some emotion. Was it fear? She couldn't be afraid of Lachlan, he was a gentle red haired giant. Though rugged and strong, he held me as if I was a baby bird he might accidentally crush.

I thought perhaps I had startled her by the suddenness of my question. "What's your name, girl?" I asked her, my voice gentle.

She shook her head again. Then she opened her mouth and pointed to the interior of her mouth. I stood and walked to her. Her mouth was still open so I looked inside, the fire giving off enough light to see clearly. Her tongue had been crudely cut out, only a little scarred stump remained. I stepped back, horrified.

"Who did this to you?" I asked her, realizing as I asked she couldn't tell me, "Did Lachlan do this to you?" I could not believe he would be capable of such cruelty. She shook her head no again, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The big wooden doors flew open and Jure Grando strode in. His Slavic features and heavy brows gave him a brooding and aristocratic appearance. His over developed six and a half foot frame was resplendent in black knee britches, white tights, a ruffled white shirt and a blood red velvet brocade vest. His long straight hair, black as jet, was tied back with a large black velvet ribbon. He stood posed, filled with pride and power, the fire reflected in his dark eyes.


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(Anonymous - "strange to give Roscoe the washcloth" - I have a little dog and smelling things is one of his biggest joys in life. I think the dog would know the difference, but I see how it would seem a little weird. Maybe I'll change it. I would hate to deprive Roscoe of the chance to smell a unicorn, though. And who knows what Roscoe will think..... ;-) Thanks for writing.

Juicy - I love the unicorns too, I hope they'll be back. Too bad they're only on loan. Thanks for commenting.)
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

72 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy Two

Once I started back to the room I realized my feet were killing me. The pointy blue satin heels looked great, but for someone like me, used to wearing shoes for comfort, they had become torture devices. The human foot is not shaped like a slice of pizza. I told Eric I had to take my shoes off. He lifted me up and carried me back to the room. I usually didn't do things like this in public, but there was a relaxed and uninhibited atmosphere in our wing, the guest wing, of the hotel.

In the lounge on our floor a stout older human woman with short grey hair was making out passionately with a handsome young raven haired vampire man. I had seen them at the wedding and they had registered in the back of my mind as mother and son. Now I realized that the dashing vampire could be hundreds of years older than the grandmotherly woman. Age differences among vampires and humans was a whole new ball game. From the intense passion of the exotic long haired young man, who reminded me of Johnny Depp in those pirate movies, he was enjoying the company of the older woman very much.

The King and his Vampire Bride would be sequestered away here in the palace for their honeymoon during the next two weeks. They would ride their unicorns and give each other undivided attention. At least that was the plan, though everyone knows that heavy is the head that wears the crown. The King and Queen would be taking advantage of the interest in their marriage to grant interviews and photo ops that would focus on Vampire Land. The unicorns should be a big attraction while they were here in this dimension.

I could see how it was possible to become enchanted by the unicorns. Besides their beauty and fascinating other worldliness, they emitted an aura of peace and joy, and touching them was like entering an oasis of experience that drove out all other thoughts and concerns. It was like they embodied meditation. I had felt as if I was one with the universe when I petted Arvakur. Even as I thought of it I longed to touch her again, to relive the perfect beauty of that moment. I wondered if everyone experienced them the way I did.

Eric unlocked the door to our room and placed me gently on the bed. He removed my tight shoes and massaged my hot tired compressed feet. It was heavenly beyond belief, and if anyone had been listening to my moans of pleasure they would have thought I was doing something different than getting a simple foot rub. Eric laughed, happy he could bring me to such ecstasy with his foot rubbing talents.

He laughed a lot more lately. When I first met him his cold hard exterior had deepened over the years of living in the shadows until the feeling part of him had been walled in. Being around me, having a place in human society where he was relevant and even admired, allowed him to lower his guards and enjoy the moment without being ready to fight or flee, without having to calculate the long term consequences of each move. He seemed to take so much joy in the simple things, he had regained the ability to feel childlike innocence. Did he believe he was evil, so evil a unicorn would attack him?

"Eric, do you think you're evil?" I asked him again now that we were alone. These rooms were not bugged, Eric told me he was sure of it.

"I have been through so many stages. I would have to say that at times I behaved in ways that I think were evil. I took pleasure in evil things without remorse or regret. That would be the very definition of evil. But am I evil? No. I am capable of evil, and I have done wrong." He was worried about my reaction to this admission, I could tell by the little lines of pain around his eyes. He was steeling himself in case I berated him for his past.

I put my arms around him and hugged him for all I was worth. "I know ... I know you are not evil. Whatever you did in the past is past. All we can do is learn from our mistakes and try to do better the next time. My main worry is that you are carrying around a load of guilt that is eating away at you, undermining your will to survive." I didn't mention Godric, but we both knew who I was talking about, what I was afraid of.

He gave me a wry little smile. "I should have known it was concern for my well being that prompted you to ask that question. I have never been happier, more hopeful, more determined to work towards our future. You have given me everything, even things I didn't know I needed. How could I have won your heart if I was evil? Your love and acceptance shows me I have been reborn, a new being." He looked at me with such devoted love I realized that in some ways I had taken the place of his Maker.

When a vampire loses their Maker as Eric did, it hurts, it leaves a loss that is never forgotten. It must be similar to how I felt when Gran died. Yet I have gone on, making a life for myself, without her wise council and loving arms. Eric had gone on without his Maker, but he still grieved at times, I knew. And he was a very responsible Maker towards Pam.

Before Eric and I took a shower I had him rub his face with a new wash cloth to get the scent of unicorn on it. I put it in a plastic zip lock bag and sealed it to take home to Roscoe. My little dog would have the unique opportunity to smell a unicorn. I put the bag in the elastic topped pouch in my suitcase where I was keeping my honeymoon keepsakes. Along with the washcloth was the living leaf Ivy had given me, the Jabberwocky poem from the King's secretary's desk, the menu from Frankenstein's Castle, the note Eric had left me the first night we were here, the re-ordering information from "Bras That Fit", and the photo of Bill holding me when I was a babe in arms.

Contrary to the laws of nature, the water in our shower fueled the flames of our desire. We whispered and giggled under the blankets, with Eric being the unicorn. I was the innocent virgin touching the unicorn, touching everywhere but his fearsome horn, which scared me. Eventually the unicorn decided I was an evil woman and impaled me. The unicorn even let me ride him. It was magic.

Afterwards, while we talked about this and that, I told Eric what Bill said about the photo. I didn't go into detail, but I told him that Bill had attended a party at my parent's house after meeting Gran in the cemetery. I asked Eric about the words to the song the band had thanked him for. He told me they were from a poem about the battle of Otterburn. It took place in the late fourteenth century in Scotland. He hadn't written the poem, but he had been at the battle, and he had quoted the poem about the battle to Rudolph, who wrote it down. If I wasn't so tired I would have asked Eric more about his experience in Scotland, but I could barely mumble I was so sleepy.

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71 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy One

On the way back to the reception I asked Eric why he had backed away from the unicorns. The little whirring car we rode in reminded me of a golf cart.

"One reason was that I did not know what they would do. I was never near one before." Eric looked amused at this new experience. Once you've lived a thousand years a brand new experience must be a real treat.

Eric had told me once that even though vampires live so long they become more protective of their lives, not less, as the decades and centuries roll along. He had shuddered to think of some of the risks he took as a new vampire, so I guess the phrase "older but wiser" applies to vampires too. Humans, unfortunately, get weaker as they get older, while vampires get stronger and faster.

"Did you think they might attack you?" I asked, surprised. The unicorns had seemed so calm and ethereal, it was hard to picture them attacking anyone. Of course, the same could be said for Pam or a polar bear.

"Freich said they attack evil. Their horns could act like a stake and be fatal." I understood his caution. There were mostly unknowns when it came to unicorns, and some of the knowns, like virgins being the only ones able to touch them, were obviously not true. Who knew how fast they could move, or what might trigger them to impale someone? Still, Eric could hardly be called evil, could he?

"Do you think you're evil?" I searched his face for his true feelings, suddenly wondering how much guilt Eric carried around with him. I knew guilt could be very bad for a vampire, as for a human. An ancient vampire I once met had carried a tremendous load of guilt. Godric, had chosen to meet the sun and burn up rather than go on. I hoped to never see something like that again. It still haunted me.

"It would depend on who was defining the word." He shrugged and looked around to see who could hear our conversation. I realized that this hallway might conduct sound and dropped my questioning. I could bring it up later when we were alone in our soundproof room.

Eric took my hands and pressed them to his face, inhaling their smell. I smelled them and picked up the slight odor of unicorn. They smelled exactly like I had been touching myself down below. Did it smell like that to Eric?

"Oh yes," he said, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure as he pressed my palms to his face again and inhaled mightily. "That is the other reason I had to move back. I was starting to become aroused." His fangs were out and his face had that focused expression he gets when he wants to shut everything else out and get down with me right then. It was tempting, but I didn't think we should miss the reception.

Eric grudgingly agreed and we returned to the reception hall. We parked our electric car at the end of a row of them pulled over to one side of the gray cement corridor. Guards wearing black suits, purple ties and dark glasses were posted at the underground entrance to the palace. Security was tight at the palace twenty four-seven. They went over us again with metal detectors, patted us down professionally, then allowed us back in.

Once in the reception room I headed right to the ladies room and washed my hands and face several times, then re-applied my make up. I didn't want the vampires and werewolves, with their super sensitive noses, to think I had been 'dialing the pink telephone', as we used to say in high school. It wasn't socially acceptable for the girls to swear or talk explicitly about sex in our high school, but we had some mighty creative ways around that.

I needn't have worried about my hands. As I walked towards Eric I realized he had the scent of unicorn all over his face. It had rubbed off from my hands. I could see vampires glance at him and smirk as they walked past. They thought he had been 'eating at the Y', as we also used to say in high school. Great. It was impossible to remain dignified among vampires, they knew everything. They even knew things that weren't true. It would have been impossible to explain to each of them why Eric's face smelled the way it did, though I smiled as I fantasized what it would be like if I made an announcement on the public address system.

The band 'Fornaldarsögur' was getting ready to play onstage. The seven Swedish vampires strode onto the stage like rock gods. Their hair was clean and fluffy, their beards glossy, their newly drawn tattoos intricate. Many of the older vampires and humans had left, so it was a young crowd that was left on the dance floor. I waved at the guys in the band and they waved back. Anders gave me a thumbs up sign, though what that would be for I didn't know. I hoped to heaven it wasn't because of the unicorn smell coming from Eric's face. I could feel my cheeks starting to turn red.

Rudolf took the mike and greeted everyone. The younger vampires were as enthusiastic as the humans, though the werewolves and shifters made it a point to look bored and unimpressed. The band looked great. All of them had the bodies to go shirtless, and the tight leather pants showcased their male parts wonderfully. I tried not to stare, but the guys were really sexy up there. I was smiling like crazy I was so happy. I squeezed Eric's hand and leaned against him, feeling like a teenager at a dance with her boyfriend. It was a rare and precious moment for me.

Rudolph said, "We would like to thank our friend Eric Northman for supplying the words to the first song. It is called 'Otterburn' ".

Then Anders said, "One, two, one two three ..." and the audience was hit with a wall of music. I felt like my hair might blow back in the sound waves coming from the huge speakers. Rudolph had a great deep raspy voice, he sang the opening lines solo, then Jón, Sigurd, and Matte joined in harmony. The music was wild, fast and sounded like a folk song on steroids. Sigurd played a solo reel of the same tune on bagpipes, then Viktor joined him on violin. The overall effect was a rousing, exciting, beautiful rock ballad with both gloomy undertones and the joy of battle.

The first verse was; "But I hae dream'd a dreary dream. Beyond the isle of Skye, I saw a dead man win a fight. And I think that man was I."

The whole set was fabulous. I didn't know how many years they had practiced together, but they sounded so natural and flawless I imagined it had been for a long time. I planned to buy their CD's as soon as I could, this was great music to get up and go.

When the set was over we said our goodbyes to the King and Queen, the other sheriffs that were still there, and the guys in the band. I told them over and over how good I thought their band was. The photographer Brian came up silently and stood next to Thorir. Brian was also dressed in leather, though he was shorter than the others. He didn't touch Thorir, but waves of love and desire flowed off Brian and over Thorir like steam.

The guys in the band thanked me for getting them out of the Beach before they were burned, and I could tell from Brian's mind he had forgiven me now that he understood there was a fire hazard. That was the story his glamoured mind had been given to replace the true story, that there had been a fire in a trash can and I pulled the alarm.

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Monday, October 26, 2009

70 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Seventy

Freich spoke quietly but loud enough for us to hear him. "Their names are Arvakur and Alsvidur. They can only be ridden by someone whose intentions are not evil. They can, and have, killed with their three foot long horns, so they can be very dangerous to someone with evil in their heart. I hope that's none of you?" he asked smiling. He had given this speech before. Polite laughter rippled through the crowd.

The smaller of the two unicorns came closer and looked everyone over, nostrils flaring. When it got to me I felt an icy heat flow over me. The unicorn stepped even closer and I froze, trying to send out my good intentions. It tilted its head like Roscoe did when he was trying to understand what I was saying. Then the unicorn nuzzled my hand. Nothing in this world had ever come close to being like this magical creature.

Freich said to me, "You may pet Arvakur if you wish." I thought only virgins were allowed to touch unicorns, but I guess that was just another myth. I reached out and gently stroked the shining neck. It felt like warm velvet and cool glass, both at the same time. The humans said, "Ooooh" or "Wow". The vampires didn't say anything, but Eric moved back from me and stood against the wall. Was he afraid of the unicorn, or did he just not want to crowd it?

Arvakur moved around the stable, stopping to let various people touch her or him. I thought of it as a female. She stopped at the King and bent her right front knee, bowing her pretty head down to him. The King laughed, his perfect teeth flashing in the blue white glow, and a few of the humans applauded quietly. It was a lovely graceful gesture, but it also put her in the perfect position to run the King through with her horn. He didn't seem to realize that.

I knew from checking in to the human minds that most of the humans thought Arvakur was a trained animal, and that Freich was her trainer, but I didn't think that was true. The unicorns were sentient beings and just as intelligent as Freich. Maybe they were Freich's trainers. In the supe world it doesn't pay to make assumptions.

A rein and saddle magically appeared on Alsvidur, the larger unicorn. From watching shapeshifters and werewolves transform I know a magical transformation when I see it. I doubted if the true form of these creatures was equine. In their own dimension they could look completely different. This could be only a stage in their development, or just how they looked in this particular dimension. I thought of the metamorphosis of the guy in the office, Cat. He turned into something else entirely. Maybe this is true for humans too. Are we really from earth, or are we just visiting for a while, taking this form temporarily? In that case, where is our true home and what would we look like there?

The King mounted Alsvidur and rode out of the stable into the hallway. The grooms spread a light blue sand in front of the unicorn and continued to pick up the living flowers and place them in baskets. Now the flowers were spiked yellow and orange bulbs that expanded and contracted, appearing to breathe. The hooves tinkled so loudly it was like being surrounded by a thousand wind chimes in a brisk breeze.

Arvakur came over to me again and I stroked the slippery softness of her mane. Her long pointed spiral horn began to glow more brightly and little sparks shot from the point of it. Her hooves danced on the sandy floor. The music of her hooves, the silky feel of the mane running through my fingers, the cool shower of stars falling around me like miniature fireworks fascinated me. I leaned against the neck of the unicorn, feeling as if I could stand there forever. It was utter contentment and peace.

"You have good hands, Miss," Freich said softly in my ear. He was right behind me. He smelled strongly like Play-doh. I jumped as if startled out of a deep sleep.

Arvakur gracefully backed away from me on her impossibly small hooves and went to one of the large tubs and began eating. Her tail swayed back and forth while she ate.

The King had dismounted and the three of us stood in front of Alsvidur and had our picture taken several times. Then Alsvidur joined Arvakur and ate from a second tub. They ate neatly and quietly, the deep thrumming feeling increasing as they chowed down. Their tails swayed in unison. The grooms sat down against the wall, leaning their empty baskets in the corner. Eric was standing by the doors, his eyes half closed. I went over and took his hand.

Most of the people from the reception had gone back to the party in their little electric cars. How long had I stood there petting the unicorn? Later I figured it out, I had been there over an hour, though it had seemed like just minutes. I guess time flies when you're petting a unicorn. I might embroider that on a pillow someday. Or not.


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69 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Sixty Nine

I had never been to the royal stables, in fact, I didn't even know there were royal stables until Eric and I started looking into wedding gifts. You can't just go out and buy the vampire King and Queen of three states a nice set of sheets or a fancy casserole dish. It had to be something memorable, something unique. It had to be something fabulous. What could be more fabulous than unicorns?

Once Eric got a figure for the cost of bringing a pair over from their dimension he realized we weren't going to be able to foot the bill all by ourselves. He contacted the other sheriffs and deputies and everyone was thinking the same thing, what properly magnificent gift do you get a wealthy King that has everything? Eric's idea was immediately accepted, and the amount each person would donate towards the gift calculated. A lot of vampires and humans had gone in on the gift, including several other kings and queens, so the financial burden wasn't too steep for anyone.

The electric cars went whirring past the regular stables. I could tell they were horse stables by the smell and the whinnies coming from behind the large sliding wooden slat doors. Down at the end of the hall was a smaller version of the stable doors. I heard a tinkling sound coming from inside that stable. We all got out and were met by a stout man in a rough woven bark colored cloth tunic and loose trousers of some finer material. On his feet were brown leather boots with the pointed toes curled up slightly. He was introduced by Coop Marx, the head of the King's stables.

"This here's Freich, he comes with the unicorns. He's from the other side too. Whatever he says goes, that's it." Coop flushed red as he spoke. He wasn't used to public speaking, he was used to spending his days among the horses and grooms. Coop's gruff voice commanded respect, I bet he kept things near perfect in his stables.

Freich's shoulder length chestnut hair was shiny and wavy, and his brows were bushy and unkempt. He had an accent, and spoke in a dialect that I could not place. He looked us all over and said to the King, "Go on in, your Highness, they are ready for you." The King's huge vampire guards pushed the doors aside, and looked around inside the stable before allowing the King to enter . Even though they were vampires and trained to be impassive they looked startled as they saw what was in the stable. They walked in, lit by an unearthly blue white light. Then they came back out and told the King he could enter.

Freich pointed at a young human couple. "You are alright too." Then he looked at two of the King's human guards. "You canna go in, you have the smoker's taint." Unicorns apparently didn't like the smell of cigarette smoke but they didn't mind the presence of vampires.

Rumors and myths about horses rearing and shying away from vampires was false, a story started by vampires, so that they could use the calm reaction of a horse to prove they were not vampire back in the days they were persecuted and staked relentlessly. The vampire's own disinformation campaign was where so much of the erroneous folk lore about vampires came from. However werewolves were another matter. Horses went nuts when a werewolf came near them. The werewolves in the group were not going to be allowed in.

Eventually Freich had sorted everyone out, those that could enter and those that could not. Eric and I were in the group that would be allowed to enter. We were told to be quiet, not to approach the unicorns, and not to touch them unless they came over and nuzzled. No photographs were allowed, no treats were to be given, and we were not to interrupt the required constant care by the grooms. Eric and I were holding hands as we walked into the stable. I thought unicorns were horses with a long spiraled horn on their forehead. I was wrong. They had the horns, but they were not horses.

They were not white, instead they appeared to be made of solid blue white light, glowing like neon from within. A sweet smell, a smell I eventually placed as the natural clean smell of a woman filled the stable. Their pointed hooves made a tinkling sound like glass bells as they moved. They were shaped like very slender fragile horses, but I didn't think they were related to horses at all. The floor of the stable was not covered with straw, instead it was covered with something that looked like peach colored sand.

Where their hooves touched down on the sand, a few moments later, strange pink and purple flowers sprang up. The stems and leaves were fleshy, and the flowers moved, opening and closing, by themselves, as if they were not plants, but animals, like sea anemones. The grooms kept picking and gathering the flowers and leaves, placing them in large baskets where they continued to writhe. I found out later that the flowers were indeed some kind of animal from their dimension, and it was all the unicorns ate. Unicorns were carnivorous, not plant eaters.

The unicorns were silent, but an odd feeling kept passing through me, like the feeling of standing near very large powerful speakers turned up loud. A vibrational thrumming that made my jaws ache rose and fell, I felt it in my chest and through the soles of my feet. Eric's eyes were glowing blue like they do when he is ready to fight, but he seemed calm. His smile was glowing white in the light cast by the unicorns.

Their manes and tails did not move according to the laws of gravity. Instead they swayed in some invisible currents, like they would if the unicorns were under water. One of the unicorns looked at me with its large uniformly colored royal blue eyes. In that moment I knew that this was a sentient being, not an animal. This was a being with a mind, intelligence, and, for want of a better word, a soul.



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Sunday, October 25, 2009

68 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Sixty Eight

"This is the first time I ever held you in my arms," he said quietly, a wry expression making deep lines in his cheeks down past the sides of his mouth. Bill could look suddenly haggard and weary, then turn that look to rugged charm. He was a treat to look at, like watching a movie. The man of a thousand faces. But which one was the real Bill?

"I remember this night," he went on. "I had come by the old Compton house. I did that from time to time when I was in the area. I met your grandmother Adele as I was walking through the cemetery. She was visiting her husband's grave. It was a full moon and bright enough to see clearly. The trees in the cemetery cast shadows, and I could plainly read the headstones. She saw I was alone, and sad, so she graciously invited me to your family's gathering. We shared a certain bereaved state of mind, Adele and I. We both felt like visitors in the land of the living at that time, but we were closer to those under the ground. She sensed this about me, as I did about her. She was a remarkably intuitive woman."

"I know," I said. "She was everything to me." I had already cried so much over her passing recently that I just didn't have it in me to cry any more right now. I felt some inner peace, and I was glad for it.

"Adele and I shared a moment together, then we went back to the lights and the laughter of the party. You had been crying inconsolably and your mother was unable to comfort you. I suspect she had imbibed too much of the spiked punch. She handed you to me as a jest, to see what I would do with a crying baby. This amused everyone as I was obviously unsuited for the task and awkward with you." His familiar tender longing eyes, deep with secrets and hopes, met mine and he smiled shyly. He continued his story.

" When you looked up at me you stopped crying and stared at me, your wide blue eyes searching my face. I think you could tell I was not like the others. I was concerned I would frighten you, but you smiled and cooed. You reached out of your blanket and held tightly onto my finger with your tiny dimpled hand. It was the first time I had touched a child since I had held my own children while I was still human, before the war. The shock of that contact, of your innocent trust, touched a part of my heart that had felt nothing since I realized I would never see or hold my own beloved children again. To be honest, I had intentionally put the thought of children from my mind until that moment."

Bill had gone back to staring at the photo as he spoke, as if in a trance. These memories were still fresh to him, the pain he felt that night still raw. He looked at me, his eyes brimming with the wonder of it. "I did not recognize you were this child. How strange to realize I once held you in my arms and did not know it. I thought I had re-lived every second you spent in my embrace a thousand times, but I was wrong. Thank you for showing this to me."

He turned more towards me and handed me back the photo. "You are so much like Adele was, lively, pretty, spirited, kind-hearted. I greatly value my memories of her, as I cherish my memories of you, dearest one."

There was a moment of silence for the ones that had passed, then I cleared my throat and spoke.

"Bill, when you say you 'shared a moment' with Gran ... you don't mean ... that is, you two didn't .... " but I never got to finish that question. Eric slid open the doors and came in. His tux jacket was gone and he had unbuttoned the first few buttons on his immaculately white formal shirt. His tight red cummerbund accented his slim waist. His slicked back hair was slightly disheveled. He looked dashing, like a raffish movie star in an old pirate movie.

"Sookie, the King wants to photograph us with the unicorns. We are needed in the stable," Eric said. He nodded at Bill, and Bill nodded back. I would tell Eric some of what Bill said later tonight. But I needed time to think on everything he told me before I told Eric all of it. Maybe there wasn't more to tell. Who really knew what happened all those years ago?

As we rode in a line of small black and purple electric cars through the long dimly lit cement service halls to the underground entrance of the stable, I thought about what Bill said. I tried to recall if Gran acted as if she knew Bill before when she met him with me. She had always been supportive of him, never judging his vampire condition or warning me not to date him. That was remarkable in a woman who was, in most ways, the poster child for small town genteel Southern womanhood. She was kind, gentle and open minded, that was why it didn't surprise me when she asked if Bill could speak to her historical club about his personal experiences in the War between the States.

Now I had to wonder, did her kindness, hospitality and invitation to Bill to visit her at her house reflect an earlier connection? Perhaps subconsciously she remembered her encounter with him in the graveyard and it disposed her to feel more kindly towards him twenty something years later. Gran would have been a much younger woman back then, a lonely woman, widowed too young. Bill could charm just about any woman, I knew from first hand experience.

Who can recall exactly what someone looked like more than two decades earlier, especially if you only met them once and it was at night. There was always the chance that Bill had fed from her and glamoured her, wiping the encounter from her mind. Did Gran have the same natural resistance to glamour I did, or was she like Jason, easy to put under the vampire's spell? So many answers went to the grave with Gran, leaving me with so many questions that would never be answered.

Of course, Bill could be stretching or altering the truth. If he needed to, or if he thought it would advance his cause, he would do it. Bill was first and foremost a strategist. But what cause could Bill have now that I had committed to Eric for the rest of my life? I had indisputable photographic proof that at one moment in time my path had crossed with Bill's, Gran's path had crossed with Bill's and physical contact had been made.

And who's to say Gran only met with him in the moonlight the one time?


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67 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Sixty Seven

I saw that Bill was not speaking to anyone, so I made my way over towards him. You don't push your way through a crowd of vampires like you might a crowd of humans. Vampires take offense at being touched in any way, so it is best to leave a wide berth around them. It took me a while to get to him, and by the time the various vampires in the crowd stepped aside so I could pass, he was busy talking to an overweight geeky human man in a brown polyester suit with pocket protectors. They were probably talking about computers. I would wait my turn.

"Hey there Sookie," Jessica said. She had come up behind me. Her eyes sparkled in the candle light and her lips were full and red. She was a pretty seventeen year old redhead, and always would be.

"Hi Jessica, you look lovely. How's everything?"

"I'm training to be an assistant to Persephone and Hades. Next week I start an internship in the Underworld for three months, then I can be hired as an aid to Hades. They need someone to help Cronus supervise the Hundred Handers. Demeter is letting me stay at her vacation place while I'm there." Jessica seemed comfortable with this, so I congratulated her on her new responsibilities.

She hesitated, then said, "Have you heard from Hoyt lately?" They had been a couple for a while, but she was a little too wild back then and got Hoyt close to the point where he would Turn. At that infraction of the vampire rules she was taken away by Persephone and Hades to be retrained and disciplined. She stayed with Bill a couple of weekends a month. He had developed caring feelings towards her, but his duties and his temperament made him unsuitable for a full time placement.

"I have," I told her. "Hoyt is working for Eric now and he's doing well."

"Is he married or anything?" she asked a little too casually. She was examining her pink nails. She had her hair styled and nails done. I think her make up might have been professionally applied because it was more subtle than the heavy hand she usually used when she was going out.

"No, he's not." I wasn't sure if it was a good idea for Hoyt to see her again or not, but they were adults and would need to figure things out for themselves.

Bill came over and stood near Jessica. She said, "Well, just tell him I said 'Hi' and tell him I was asking about him." I don't think that's what she was going to say, but Bill's presence had a dampening effect on her. She suddenly looked interested in the new band that was setting up, and asked Bill if she could go stand by the stage.

"Of course you may, but advise me if you wish to go elsewhere," he told her. He sounded fond of her, but firm.

She gave me a little wave goodbye and left to flirt with the guys in the band, "Moonlight and Roses". They were dressed alike in formal attire. I think they were a ballroom dance band, specializing in playing waltzes for the older guests. The men in the band were not old, and they were a mix of humans and vampires. One of the vampires, the one sitting down behind a fabulous vintage piano, looked just like Mozart, but it couldn't possibly be. He winked at Jessica.

"Sookie," Bill said, looking me over, "I am delighted to see you looking so well." He moved a step closer in that fluid way he had of moving. His was wearing a Hugo Boss three button tuxedo and it looked marvelous on him.

"I'm glad to see you too, Bill. I wanted to ask you about a photograph someone sent me. Would you have the time to look at that now?" I stood my ground, he wouldn't crowd my space here with everyone watching.

I looked over at Eric, but he was engaged in a serious discussion with Sheriff Evans and several other sheriffs. The King was completely wrapped up with the wedding photographer, so this was a good chance for Eric to discuss things with the other sheriffs. Eric knew I was planning on talking to Bill about the photo.

"Certainly. Shall we go into another room where the lighting is better and the quiet is more conducive to intercourse?"

I must have looked shocked because he said, "By intercourse I, of course, mean verbal intercourse." He smiled pleasantly.

I realized he came from a different era with antiquated expressions, but sometimes I suspected he used that to his advantage.

We left the main reception hall and went into one of the adjacent sitting rooms. The first room we looked in had a couple engaged in sex and feeding, so we went to a different room.

It was a lovely sitting room, one that would have looked natural in an English country manor house. The comfortable flowered overstuffed furniture, the flowered curtains, hand hooked rug, and fringed lamp shades all added to the cozy country feel. I loved the room immediately. Antique Staffordshire figurines lined the mantle, and a grandfather clock ticked noisily in the corner. I shut the pocket doors to give us some privacy.

Bill sat down on a sofa, carefully adjusting his trousers to avoid wrinkles. He looked elegant and sophisticated, but there was still a hint of the bad boy about him. It was in the way he tilted his head, his frank eye contact, and his relaxed posture. A loose curl of dark brown hair had fallen over his pale brow and his shadowed eyes were dark and unreadable. Still he was the very picture of the seductive man, kindness and tenderness softened his expression, he looked both vulnerable and self assured, open to anything I might want to offer him. Right now that would be a photo.

I turned on the lamp behind the sofa and sat down next to him, handing him the photo without a word. I had brought a little silver-dollar sized magnifying glass, but I could tell he didn't need it. He recognized the photo and knew what it was. I waited for him to tell me.


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Saturday, October 24, 2009

66 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Sixty Six

The reception line moved quickly. Eric and I were behind Pam and Steve. We said our congratulations to the happy couple. Trinity, her face cleaned up and lipstick reapplied, was radiant with joy and a good feeding. I didn't know if I should also congratulate her on Turning, so I just told her she looked lovely tonight and left it at that. She thanked us for our gift. She seemed as excited as a girl to go out riding tomorrow night. They had a press conference planned where they would discuss their wedding, show off their unicorns, and, of course, promote Vampire Land.

Once we were through with the line I took Eric aside and asked him if he knew Trinity had been Turned.

"It was not a secret, yes I knew," he replied. His eyes roamed the room over my head as we talked. He was facing the room while I was facing the wall with the gift cards posted on it.

I wanted to say more to him about it, but I wasn't sure quite what to say yet. I found it somehow disturbing that he hadn't mentioned her Turning. Maybe he thought I would feel like he was pushing me to Turn too, if he mentioned it. We wanted to have children, I couldn't Turn until they were raised. Maybe Eric thought I would want to Turn right away and ditch the idea of having children. Or, and most likely, he hadn't thought to mention it at all, not seeing how it had anything to do with me. Practically speaking, it didn't. The importance of the King marrying a human was a drama that was playing out in my head. Eric did not know this, he wasn't telepathic. I guess I was expecting him to read my mind and know what I was thinking about.

I was curious what Eric thought about Jure being here with Antoinette, though I couldn't say anything to Eric about it, of course. I had learned that Antoinette was Eric's ex-girlfriend by spying on Eric while I was magically invisible and cloaked from vampire detection. Eric didn't know I knew who Antoinette really was. He had fibbed to me and told me that she was one of Pam's old girlfriends. I thought about asking him if he thought Pam was upset at seeing her old girlfriend here with Jure, just to rattle Eric's cage, but I still felt guilty about getting mad at him over the blood bond thing and gave the big guy a break. At least just for now, but I knew this topic would come up again.

Eric looked interested as I rummaged around in my little bag and brought out Bill's photo. I explained someone that knew my family had sent me some old family photos and this was among them. I pointed out the baby in Bill's arms and told Eric that was me. I told Eric I wanted to ask Bill about the photo if I could get him alone tonight. I didn't exactly ask Eric if it would be OK for me to do that, but I wanted his assent to my idea.

Eric nodded and said, "That should be an interesting story." Behind me I could hear the sounds of the reception being set up and the band trying out their equipment on the stage.

Last, but not least, I told Eric about my idea concerning the uber-vampire Persephone Gallo. She had been called in when Bill was having a terrible time with his newly made vampire Child Jessica. Bill was forced to turn Jessica against his will by a sadistic Magister, and he was completely unprepared, emotionally and vampirically, to train her and rein her in. From the little scene on the stage tonight, with Trinity sinking her teeth into her groom, I saw that it takes a village to raise a vampire. Or it takes at least five or six of them to pry one loose from a meal.

If Persephone Gallo could be called in as a social worker for an intervention, why couldn't she, or others like her, if there were others like her, form a panel to review and investigate requests by vampires to Turn a human.

I could see the lights go off in Eric's head while I was talking. He could see a way out of being asked to make the kind of decisions he didn't want to have to make. He smiled and said, "Sookie, you are a genius. The sheriffs could enforce the decisions of the panel, and there could be an appeal process. I love your brain." He kissed my forehead because he couldn't kiss my brain without killing me.

This was very gratifying to hear. I had gone on and on one night telling Eric about the appeal process built into America's justice system and I wasn't sure he had been really listening, or had fully understood how important that process is, but now I saw that he was listening and absorbing everything I said. It made me so happy to have Eric think I had a smart idea I laughed. Eric picked me up and flew me over the heads of the crowd to the food table and got me a big crystal goblet of champagne.

The first band, the Jumpin' Jive Vamp Band, played excellent authentic swing music from the 1920's through the 1950's. The King and his new bride's first dance was 'Moonlight Serenade'. It was obvious from their smooth and elaborate dance choreography they had been professionally coached. Polite applause followed their opening dance. Vampires are restrained in their public demonstrations.The band followed that with 'Begin The Beguine', 'In The Mood' and 'Sentimental Journey' and Eric and I slow danced. Then the band played faster songs and Eric and I dropped out of the dancing crowd.

Although Eric and I both liked movies from that era, I had never learned how to swing dance, so we stood on the sidelines watching some really excellent swing dancers hop, jump, spin and do fancy dance steps. I asked Eric if he knew how to dance like that.

"I can do the Lindy Hop and the Jitterbug," he answered. "Do you want to cut a rug?" he asked me waggishly, holding out his hand in an invitation and raising his brows. He had already taken off his tie and put it in his pocket. Eric was more of a tee shirt and jeans kind of guy.

I shook my head no, but told him I wanted to practice with him so we could go out swing dancing some night.

"Did you say 'cut a rug' back then?" I asked. I was trying not to think about him dancing with gorgeous flappers or cute girls in poodle skirts.

"Not once. I used to shoot the breeze with some hopped up hoods, so I was hip to the jive, but I didn't dance. I took dance lessons in the 1980's."

When my raised eyebrows asked a question he added, "I had another club, a dance club, and I wanted to know how to dance."

"What was the name of your club?" I asked him.

"Dance to Death," he replied. I looked at his face to see if he was joking, but he didn't seem to be. Eric had a strange sense of humor that centered around death, killing, chopping off heads and the like. I was used to it. My humor was off center too, so we were a good match.

He saw Sheriff Evans standing alone and asked me if it would be alright if he passed on my suggestion. I said that would be fine. I knew he wanted to talk to her privately about sheriff business so I didn't follow him.


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65 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Sixty Five

Vampire weddings are short and sweet, so I let the enchanting voice of Anna Hita wash over me and took the opportunity to discreetly look around. All along the walls were vampires and werewolves the size of NFL linebackers, all in dark glasses, with ear buds and little dots of microphone in front of their mouths.

Two of the security force caught my eye. They were the Bishop brothers, Richard and Robert. They were both wereBigfoots when they weren't the human looking Bishop brothers. Richard kept the tough and impassive look on his face required of high level security guards, but Robert smiled at me and nodded. I made a tiny nod back. Pam and her human biker friend Steve were in the back. Steve looked like a biker stuffed into a tuxedo, but Pam looked like the Ice Queen in a white dress shot with metallic blue threads.

The bride must have made her choice in wedding gowns known ahead of time because I noticed several other women had on white dresses too, and that just isn't done when the bride is wearing white. Persephone Gallo was here with her husband Hades. They sat next to Bill's vampire ward Jessica. This gave me a thought. Wasn't Persephone Gallo some kind of vampire social worker? Perhaps she, or others like her, could be the ones to screen the requests for permission to Turn a human. The sheriffs could still issue the licenses, but the social worker would determine if the Turning was a good idea. I made a mental note to bring this up to Eric later.

The ceremony was getting close to the point where the couple were going to bleed copiously into the cup and drink. Anna Hita held up the knife and sang:

She sang,

We gather together to witness the joining of Trinity and Felipe
As two streams merge together to make one mighty river
So their blood joins to form one being
Their destinies flowing together as one fate
Let them grow in wisdom, understanding, and strength
No one can separate what is co-mingled in the blood
Their living waters once united will be united for the next one hundred years.

I shut my eyes as she filled the goblet. Eric held my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, letting me know it would be over soon. I heard his fangs snick down, as did most of the vampire fangs in the room. Vampires were all about the blood. I had come to accept it, but I had no way to tell my churning stomach not to wretch at the sight of them gulping down fresh blood like that. I'm sure the sight of me slurping down spaghetti with garlic sauce would be just as revolting to them, and I spared Eric the sight of me eating things I knew he would find repugnant.

Eric patted my hand and whispered in my ear to let me know the blood drinking part was over. Trinity had blood around her mouth that dripped down her chin onto her white chest. Her eyes looked wild. Felipe took a snow white handkerchief out of his pocket, shook it open dramatically with an audible snap, and dabbed at the gore around his bride's mouth. She snarled and bit his wrist, latching on like a pit bull.

After a fond and gentle attempt by the King to free his wrist from her fangs, the other groomsmen stepped in, so did the two vampire bridesmaids. Amidst a flurry of movement and snarling they managed to get the King's arm out of Trinity's mouth. All the vampires were smiling slightly as a human would at the cute silly antics of a young child. Trinity was a newly made vampire, she was hungry all the time and she didn't have control over her behavior yet.

This could be me. This might be how I would act if I Turned. I'd like to think I would carry myself with dignity and restraint, but maybe I'd be like the Tasmanian Devil of vampires. Trinity didn't seem to be embarrassed, and soon she was smiling, her fangs retracted. The vampires in the assembly all applauded politely, but I noticed most of the humans were shocked. Felipe looked proud and smug. His wife was fierce and bloodthirsty, an excellent mate for a vampire king. As Gran would have said, every pot has a lid to fit it. Obviously Trinity, as a vampire, was a good fit for the King.

The service was wrapped up with no more incidents, and then the bride and groom kissed. She hiked up her dress and rubbed herself on his leg like a mating rabbit while they kissed. Apparently the blood exchange had stoked her fire. I looked away. Whatever they did, I didn't want to see it. We all stood, then the end of the ceremony was officially declared and there was a smattering of polite applause from some of the humans. Jure had turned around so he was facing me.

I met Jure's amused eyes, then I saw Antoinette step in front of him, drawing his face down to kiss hers. She pulled her hair aside and curved her slender neck invitingly. While looking in my eyes, Jure bowed forward and prepared to bite. I felt his rush of pleasure and excitement at the nearness of her fragrant flesh, heard the beating of her excited heart and the rhythmic whoosh whoosh whoosh of blood through her veins.

I felt her human life glowing like a golden apple, full of juice, ripe and ready for the taking. As he moved close I smelled other odors, her dry cleaning, her last meal, her sex. Each scent was distinct, yet they combined together to make a fragrance called Antoinette, delectable and mouth watering. As his/my fang tips touched her skin I knew she would be as easy to kill as squeezing an over ripe banana, so I was careful with her.

The faint pop as my fangs broke her skin went right to my groin, causing me to swell as if I had just taken her maidenhood. Lubricated by blood, I slid my fangs inside her, my tongue quickly making a swiping movement so I wouldn't get any blood on her expensive silk dress. Her hot blood warmed me, ran scalding down my throat, radiated warmth inside me. I didn't puncture her vein so the blood didn't spurt, I had grazed a capillary and I sucked to get the rich salty broth from her.

The pressure and need for sexual release was building, I needed to finish feeding before I lost control. Since I was so old, and needed such little blood to fill up, I was able to be master of my other desire. For now. But it was a debt that must be paid, would be paid, before the sun rose. She had been under my control, and would remain under my control, until I released her, after she released me. It seemed fair.

He was sending it all to me with his telepathic mind, showing me how it felt to be the vampire. It was wonderful, an exhilarating blend of the erotic appetite and the physical pleasure of eating. Wow, nothing I had ever experienced as a human could top this. I looked around the room in a ruby haze wanting to sink my non-existent fangs into someone. Suddenly, Steve looked delicious. I tore my gaze away from him and looked down.

Jure knew, from reading my mind, that I had just been wondering what I would be like as a vampire, how it would feel. He was giving me the gift of sharing his sensations with me. It was an intimate thing to do, yet I felt he was being kind, putting to rest some of my fears of Turning someday.

Jure was magnificent, his fangs tipped in red, his green eyes blazing. His hair hung in ebony curtains framing his white ferocious face as he bent his tall frame to her neck. Then his emerald eyes closed as he lost himself in the pleasure of Antoinette's blood. Our connection was abruptly severed, like someone hanging up the phone. I wondered if, in that moment, he had lost control and didn't want me to know.

Eric had gone over to talk to Victor Madden. Either he didn't notice my mesmerizing mind meld with Jure or he didn't care. Probably the latter. I went over and stood near him. All around the room vampires were chowing down on the humans they had brought. Eric knew I would hate having him feed from me in public, it was too intimate of an act for anyone else to see. For those vamps without a human, donors would be provided at the reception, along with a fountain of TruBlood. On a side table food would be laid out for the humans, like an afterthought. This wedding was all about the vampires.


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Friday, October 23, 2009

64 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter Sixty Four

Once the organ music stopped, the last note of the organ was picked up by the chanting of Buddhist monks. I looked around for the monks and saw a balcony filled with bald shaven men in orange robes, singing. They were all human. Was Trinity a Buddhist Vampire? I didn't know what that meant. I didn't know anything about Buddhists except they didn't kill animals and they were peaceful.

The women in saris were most likely Hindi. And with Anna Hita presiding the ceremony would be Vampire. So this ceremony embraced more than one culture, one religion. Although I think that all religions are basically the same, trying to help people get through life, trying to give people hope, and showing the way to be a good person.

Of course Vampirism wasn't a religion, it wasn't a lifestyle, and it wasn't a disease. It was a transformation, a restructuring of the person on a cellular level. Vampires didn't deal in hope, their life was so long they didn't need the coping skills of a mortal, and as for being good, well, they acted in their own best interests. Most often that meant not doing anything terrible. Outrageous acts brought down unwanted repercussions.

Trinity had been Turned and she was delighted with her new enhanced body. Her fangs were out as she walked down the aisle, showing her intense enjoyment of the moment. The King was also fangy, and many fangs in the audience snicked down in response. Eric's fangs did not come down, and I could only see Jure's back, so I had no idea how he was feeling. Eric smiled angelically at me without fangs and I felt bad I had been so mad at him.

There's nothing like a wedding to make a married woman feel the thrill of her own wedding all over again. Anna Hita came out, barefoot, holding her ceremonial knife and glass goblet. Then I remembered that when vampires married they drank a lot of blood, both their bloods, mixed together. I found it nauseating to watch, so I was prepared to close my eyes during that part of the vows. A vampire marriage lasted for one hundred years, and was usually a marriage of alliance to strengthen the positions of the vampire in the hierarchy.

The King and Trinity were an exception to the usual vampire marriage. This was a love match. The dashing King had swept Trinity off her feet, and now she had made the ultimate commitment, the forever decision to be Vampire.

Her smiling heart shaped face framed her glittering fangs like she had been a vampire all her life. She was completely fit and trim, and her haircut was perfect, a lustrous chin length bob that flattered her face and swung like silk with each move of her head. She had what few mortals had been given, the time to get in the exact condition she wished to be in throughout the centuries. Was that why she had Turned?

Maybe the injury she had sustained in the attempt on the King's life, a sniper under the command of the Countess, drove the King to insist that Trinity be changed. Or maybe Trinity had wanted to become Vampire all along. She would always be the same pert and pretty young woman she was tonight. Her shiny red hair would never gray, her sparkling greenish hazel eyes would never dim, her lithe model's figure would never spread. It didn't sound so bad when I thought of it like that, when I shut out the other stuff, like never seeing the sun, never drinking a cup of coffee, being dead during the day.

Anna Hita's lush curvy figure was dressed splendidly in a fitted white sequined dress. Her forearms were covered in gold bracelets, most of them set with fabulous jewels. Her carefully waved and curled black hair was crowned with a tiara set with blue stones. I realized that her priceless diamond tiara was being worn by Trinity tonight. I felt a pang of jealousy. She hadn't offered to let me wear her diamond tiara for my wedding. Maybe she liked Trinity better because Trinity had Turned. I realized that was ridiculous. I was a relative of Anna Hita's, no matter how distant. I would always be her favorite.

Anna Hita looked at me then with her amazing eyes, eyes that had seen the rise of the pyramids, eyes that had seen a ship come from the stars carrying her husband, the father of her fourteen telepathic children, the earliest ancestor of all the telepaths that ever lived. She winked at me. Dimples of mirth appeared at the corners of her mouth, and swirls of gold flecks moved in her irises for a moment. She had heard my thoughts. She was reassuring me and sending me love. A warm glow filled my mind, a glow with golden flakes that swirled through my mind like glittering snow. I sent her back a big kiss and hug from my mind, and she smiled and nodded.

I looked at Eric to see if he was looking at Anna Hita, but he was looking at Antoinette. He was frowning, and then his frown traveled to Jure. The large dark Croatian vampire looked around the room, not seeing, intentionally I thought, the disapproval on Eric's face. Of course Jure wouldn't care a fig if Eric approved, but I wondered why it bothered Eric. Was he just irritated to see his old girlfriend again, or was he annoyed Jure had her now? I couldn't tell.

Once Trinity had stepped gracefully up on the stage the ceremony began. I noticed that she didn't have a father to walk her down the aisle, neither did I when I was married.



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