Friday, December 4, 2009

144 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four

That night I told Eric about the grotto. He was more leery than I was about who or what was appearing in the green cave. I had to tell him where I got the leaf, though I didn't tell him about all the alternate scenarios my life could have taken. The way my life had turned out so far was better than anything I could have wished for myself, and there was only more to look forward to.

Eric and I went out and stood in the right spot for the grotto to appear, but nothing happened. In time I would discover I had to be alone in order to commune with HoloGran.

Next week Eric and I had an appointment at the fertility clinic. I was nervous about it, but very excited. The clinic had other vampire and human couples they were helping, so they had night hours. Sometimes the hate groups picketed the clinic, so we were going to be led through a secret entrance if they were active the night we were going.

Eric didn't appear nervous at all, he seemed calm and sure everything would work out fine. I had signed the living will naming him as my Maker so he wasn't as concerned about my possible death. I still hadn't figured out what to do about my dream of having children if I did have to be suddenly Turned. Maybe that dream would die along with my human body. It was a grim thought but perhaps a realistic one. On the other hand, if I ceased to want something would I regret not wanting it anymore? I thought not.

The house phone rang and Eric answered it. He got a perplexed look on his face and said, "Yes, she's here." He handed the phone to me.

A man with a refined British accent said, "Is this the Mrs. Sookie Stackhouse that was visiting the King's palace a week ago?"

"It is," I replied. "And you are ...?"

"I am Dr. Dolittle. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Stackhouse. I am calling with a message from Arvakur."

"Arvakur the unicorn?" I asked.

"Yes, that is correct. She told me to tell you that she will see you again. She means be helpful to you in the future. She also said that it was so wonderful to finally meet her human sister, her human counterpart."

"I am Arvakur's human sister?" I was trying my best to understand what Dr. Dolittle was telling me.

"Yes, most humans have sisters or brothers in other dimensions, but they seldom meet. It is a rare person that gets to meet their alter ego from an alternate reality."

"If Arvakur is my sister, my equivalent in this other dimension, then Alsvidur is ..."

"You are very quick to understand, yes, he would be Jason's brother. He is sorry he didn't get to meet his human counterpart and he hopes that some time in the future their paths will cross."

"I hope so too. Has she gone back yet?"

"Not yet, they will be here for a while longer. I wanted to see them again before I returned to Britain."

We said our goodbyes. While I was talking to Dr. Dolittle Eric's eyebrows rose quizzically. After I hung up he was fascinated to hear the other half of the conversation.

"No wonder I found myself having such a reaction to her," Eric said. He had found the presence of the female unicorn to be sexually provocative.

I wondered aloud what her life must be like in her dimension, was she a telepath among her kind like I was? Did she marry too? What a pen pal she would be, telling me about her world, her life. Of course, she couldn't hold a pen, but it was a nice thought. Eric had never heard of a pen pal so I had to explain what that was. I really appreciated having Eric to share my thoughts with. His companionship meant everything to me.

Eric called the jail and found out that Jessica was almost back to normal. He called the palace and filled them in on Jessica's recovery and the death of the Magister. Luisa was willing to change the date Eric dragged Jessica away from breaking into her safe room if Eric promised to repair her safe room and update the technology. I thought Luisa should cover for Jessica out of the kindness of her heart, but I guess vampires were used to negotiating everything to work to their advantage.

Fixing Luisa's saferoom to save Jessica was a favor from Eric to me, one of an uncounted number of favors Eric did for me. He showed his love in every way possible, and I was opening more and more to him. We were closer now than ever before, a good place to move on to the next stage of our life, a good place for our love to bring a child into the world.




This concludes "Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northmen in Vampire Land". Check back here after the new year for the next story, "Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman's Bundle of Joy". It will go farther than any of the previous stories. Or, as Gran would say, "It's a doozie!"

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading along with me and letting me know what you're thinking. Since this is an ongoing story some of the events and story lines in this story will be continued and resolved in the next story. I wish you a happy holiday and a healthy happy new year.

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143 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Three

The next day I took Roscoe out the front door for his morning trip to a tree trunk, but he pulled and pulled until I went around to the back of the property. Then he stood barking at something big and green by the tree line.

At first I didn't know what I was looking at. I thought maybe a tree had fallen over during the night and I was looking at the leaves. As I walked closer I could see that it wasn't a tree, but a vine that had grown into a huge ball as big as a one car garage. It was so densely matted I couldn't see through the leaves at all.

I walked around the gigantic ball of leaves and stopped. On the side facing away from the house, the side facing the trees, the ball was hollow, forming a grotto, a green cave, like the inside of a bowl. It reminded me of the little enclosures I had seen on the lawns of Catholic homes that housed sacred statues. This enclosure was empty, but I strongly sensed a magical force within the canopy of greenery. I stepped back. I didn't think Ivy would have sent me home with something dangerous, but if this was a portal of some kind who knows what might come through.

The shimmer within the grotto grew more intense and I stepped back further. Roscoe didn't bark at whatever was coming through. Instead he lay down, his head on his paws, and whined, a high pitched keening noise I didn't remember hearing him make before.

A light swirled around, hazy at first, then gradually coming into clear focus. Gran stood there in her flowered apron over her overalls, her pretty gray hair coming out of her bun in wisps. This was her housecleaning outfit. Had she been tidying up in the afterlife?

"Sookie, my dear, how well you look," she said, her voice as familiar to me as my own. Even though this looked and sounded like Gran, I had learned too much about the supernatural world to believe what I was seeing.

"Gran, is that really you?" I asked. My voice was thin and high like a child's.

"It is and it isn't. It is the memory of what was me animated by the living soul that all beings share. I have come to be here for you in the time that is to come. This haven will appear whenever you stand where you are standing now, otherwise it will be invisible. I will come whenever you wish to talk to me." She beamed her loving smile at me.

"Gran, I'm married now, I married Eric. We're fixin' to start a family," I spoke quickly. I wasn't going to pass up this chance to talk to her, even if it wasn't really Gran the way I knew her in life. My heart was pounding in my chest with the combination of emotions I was experiencing.

"How wonderful. I always knew there was someone special for you, Sookie, someone that would appreciate what an extraordinary person you are."

"Are you happy where you are, Gran? Are you an angel?"

She chuckled, "Goodness no, child. I'm not an angel. It's a long road to become one of those. And yes, I am happy in a way that is impossible to describe. I have to be as big as the whole of creation just to contain the happiness I feel."

"I love you, I miss you so much," I said, tears coming to my eyes. "I miss you every day."

"Well then, think what a blessing this will be. You won't have to miss me anymore. I'll be right here whenever you want me."

"Can I hug you?" I asked, my voice quavery.

"Close your eyes and I'll hug you goodbye. You've done me proud, Sookie girl. I love you too."

I closed my eyes and I was suddenly enveloped in a warm pink glow that soaked through my skin and radiated through my flesh and bones until it reached my heart where it exploded into a sunlit radiance that reminded me of the time Isis had left Anna Hita's living room. I stood feeling warm, loved, accepted, safe. When I opened my eyes Gran and the green grotto had gone. But the wonderful glow within remained.

Roscoe trotted back to the house like nothing unusual had happened. I tried to figure out what I had just seen. It wasn't a ghost, the Gran I saw was like a projected image of Gran. It reminded me of that scene in Star Wars where a little hologram of Princess Leia Organa said, "Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope". Yet it had been Gran behind the image, her personality and love for me, and something else, something I could only think of as divine. It was a HoloGran.


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Thursday, December 3, 2009

142 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty Two

His surprise for me was standing by the stage in Fangtasia. The band Fornaldarsögur was all dressed and their equipment was set up to perform. Along with the seven Swedish vampires was Hilda and Brian. Hilda was standing with Pam and Steve while little Brian was plastered against Thorir.

They all greeted me and congratulated us on our anniversary, then the band took the stage and played their rousing blend of traditional Celtic music, ancient ballads juiced up with electronics, and the legendary sagas, the fornaldarsögur, from which they took their name.

The harmony of their masculine voices, the interesting combination of instruments which included fife, bagpipes, violin, harpsichord and big drums, made for music unlike any other. They wore the usual stage outfit of bare chests, tight leather pants and dramatic tribal tattoos, most of which were drawn on by Hilda for each performance.

The club was about one third capacity, a usual crowd for a week night. The audience, which were the surprised and delighted regulars, went absolutely wild. There had been no previous notice that the world famous vampire band was going to play here, otherwise the place would have been mobbed.

Eric and I were among those cheering and dancing. A spontaneous square dance of sorts broke out at one point in the evening. Pam and Hilda and I swung around wildly with Eric, Steve and Brian, our hair flying out as we hooked arms and spun to the music. It was so much fun I never wanted the night to end. I felt as light as a feather, the weight of so many decisions had been lifted from me.

If I had known this was going to happen I would have invited Jason and Angellica to come tonight, I thought. But Eric, being Eric, had thought of that. My brother and his pretty significant other showed up while I was dancing. I ran to them and hugged them like I hadn't seen them in a year. They joined in the dancing and were impressed with the band.

Finally the night wound down. I hugged and kissed each vampire and human that had come to celebrate our first year of marriage, including a startled Clancy. I hoped to see the band again soon. Brian was going back to Sweden with the band, he would follow his sweetie pie Thorir to the ends of the earth he was so smitten.

On the way home I asked Eric if he knew when the band was coming back. He didn't, but he promised me we would go and see them where ever they played. With our Golden Key from Anubis we could go anywhere we pleased without putting a dent in the budget.

Once we were home we changed into our pajamas and sat in front of the fire. Roscoe lay next to Eric, and the three of us enjoyed the quiet, the affection we had for each other, and the peace.

At the end of the evening, right before he went in his safe room, I released Eric, my beautiful vampire Child, from my control as his Maker. I knew this would be a drama we would re-enact over and over again, sometimes with me as the Maker, sometimes with him as the Maker, until the day the real thing happened.


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141 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty One

Without hesitation he said, "I was asking her what could be done if you were beginning to die in childbirth. I would want to Turn you but then you would never have another child. If the child you were giving birth to died, that would mean your wish to have children would be over. I wanted to know what she thought my options were."

"Of course," he added, "This was before I found out you had discussed letting Anna Hita Turn you."

I thought about this. Of course he would worry about me dying in childbirth. In the times he was human, and throughout his long life, he had probably seen or heard about countless women dying before modern hospitals and medicines saved them. He wouldn't tell me about his fears because he wouldn't want to freak me out about the happy decision I had made.

"Did she have any suggestions?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. I had asked for this, now I was getting what I wanted.

"Yes, she suggested we keep a number of fertilized embryos cryogenically frozen, then implant them in a surrogate once you had stabilized in your new vampire condition."

The waiter returned and I ordered the cheesecake. I knew this would mean an extra hour on the treadmill, but I only celebrate my anniversary once a year. I wanted to live it up.

Could I possibly be a mother if I was dead half the time? I didn't see how. It wasn't like I had a sister or close family member I could trust the daytime care of my children to. The whole thing that made this plan to have children workable was the idea that I would care for the children during the day, and Eric would join in their care at night. A parent would be there twenty four hours a day. I told this to Eric.

"Let me ask you," he took my hand, "Would you want me to Turn you if you were dying in childbirth?" His voice was kind and gentle, he knew this was a tough topic on several levels.

"I honestly don't think I'm going to die, but if I was I would definitely want you to Turn me. I plan to have a living will drawn up naming you as my Maker as soon as possible now that I have decided."

Eric looked away in the telling reflex that clued me he was thinking about something but wasn't sure he should share it with me.

"What?" I asked.

"I had a living will drawn up recently with that provision. It only needs your signature to go into effect." He glanced at me to see what my reaction would be to his confidence in my eventually coming around to want him and only him to be my Maker.

"Good move," I told him. "I'll sign it as soon as we get home tonight." I half expected him to whip it out of his suit jacket inner pocket and hand me a pen, but he hadn't gone quite that far.

I ate my cheesecake in teeny tiny bites to make it last as long as possible. He said, "When we leave here I have a little surprise for you."

I hoped it wasn't more jewelry, I was going to look like the Queen of England if he got me much more bling.

He paid the bill and we got back the Corvette in mint condition. If possible it looked shinier and better than when he had turned it over. I thought Eric would be pleased, but he glared at the young man that brought it back and didn't tip him. The guy turned white as a sheet, then beet red. He mumbled, "Have a good night, sir." and quickly walked away.

When we were driving out the long drive, with Eric wearing a seat belt, I'm proud to say, I asked him what that had been about.

Eric said, "It may not be something for your delicate ears to hear."

My delicate ears were practically flapping with eagerness wanting to know what it was about.

"He ejaculated on the car while it was in his care," Eric said bluntly.

"Why would he do that?" I exclaimed, hoping it was on the outside of the car and not where I was sitting.

"He was probably imagining being a vampire with a beautiful wife and a fabulous car. It is a fantasy for him, but it is a reality for me." Eric pulled the car into a closed auto parts store parking lot and parked.

He swiveled his big body in the seat, as much as his seat belt would allow. "Thank you for turning my life into the most exciting adventure a man could have. As your song for me at our wedding so beautifully put it, "‘A’ohe like me ‘oe" he said in perfect Hawaiian. It meant "Nothing Compares to You."

"You remember the song I picked for you at our wedding?" I asked, stunned.

"I remember everything, Sookie, every look on your face, every sound you make, everything you say. Each moment with you is something I remember and treasure and re-live while I am unable to move."

"Do you mean you lay there awake the whole time?" I asked, aghast. I had pictured him unaware and at peace.

"Oh no, not at all. But there are a few moments before the blackness comes, and once the blackness leaves, that I am aware but still unable to move. Those are the times I go over my favorite memories of you."

We had discussed the idea of me sleeping next to him while he was dead until dark, but it didn't seem like a good idea to either one of us. The sight of him appearing to be actually dead would be disturbing to me, and he wouldn't get any benefit from my presence because he would be oblivious to me.

Also, the moment I would enter or leave his safe room would be an unnecessary moment of vulnerability to his safety unless I was willing to be committed to staying locked in with him the entire time he was dead. That would work if I was a vampire, but not so much if I was still human.

I thought about the "Day Into Night" pills I had gotten in the mall, but I still hadn't researched the ingredients, so I had never mentioned them to Eric. I had brought them with me to Amelia, but she was incapacitated by her latest spell. I would try again when she was restored to normal. Well, as normal as things get in Amelia's world.

We smooched for a few moments, then he put his hot fantasy car in gear and off we went into the cool early November night. Watching the landscape rush by in the beam of the headlights felt like a dream within a dream within a dream.

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(Juicy, tyesmamaw, Anonymous Z - Thanks for writing. It means a lot to me to know what you're thinking )
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

140 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Forty

Sometimes when a person has a life transforming moment of enlightenment that person walks around in a daze afterwards. And sometimes when a person has mind blowing sex on a level they had never knew existed that person might also be in a daze.

If the same person has a life transforming moment of enlightenment followed by mind blowing sex, that person would be in the daze to end all dazes. That was me, Miss Dazey.

I felt as if I had been glamoured by my brilliant husband. Our passion had soared on the wings of my surrender to him and it had taken us higher than ever before. I was dizzy from the heights we had risen to, laying in bed feeling floaty, boneless and mindless.

Finally I started laughing when he got up and got his cape from the closet, holding it out to me. "So now I wear the cape in this family?" I asked.

"That's right. For tonight you are the Maker and I am your Child."

I was glad we were going to keep up the role reversal. It was fun and it was educational, just like Sesame Street.

We were heading into the shower. Eric adjusted the water temperature and said, " I will do anything that you, as my Maker, command me to do."

"How about if you start by washing my back?" I kidded.

He looked at me seriously. "A Maker would never use their power to ask for something like that. The Child would be honored to wash the Maker's back. Please may I wash your back, Master?"

I could get used to this. "Yes, my Child," I said regally, "Come and wash me from stem to stern." He got the sponge and went to town. Then I washed him and we rinsed off together.

While I was doing my hair and makeup Eric called the jail to find out how Jessica was doing. He just let his wild mane of blond hair dry in the air, then he pulled it back in a pony tail and I braided it.

We got dressed in our fancy duds and headed for Raquel's. A valet parked our car for us. I read his mind as he drove off. He noted that Eric was one big vampire M.F. and this was his fancy Corvette, so the car would get the very best of care. I told Eric that once we were out of earshot.

As we began to walk into the restaurant Eric said casually, "As soon as I get inside I'm going to begin attacking and draining everyone in sight."

I stopped walking and gaped at him, then I realized he was acting as a newly made vampire would act.

"As your Maker I command you to just sit in a chair and not bite anyone. Behave yourself, my Child." I hoped I had covered all the bases. I was guessing Eric wouldn't be taking me out in crowds right away once I was Turned.

He smiled his mischievous white toothed smile and I took his arm. The people sitting at their tables eating their delicious food and drinking from glittering crystal glasses had no idea I had just saved all their lives.

We had a lovely meal, or, I should say, I had a lovely meal while Eric told me about Jessica. Dr. Ludwig had come to visit her and see what could be done to alleviate her suffering. In the end, the most the little doctor could do for Jessica was to sedate her.

"I didn't know a vampire could be sedated. How did she do it?" I asked, eating the last mouthful of cod stew. I washed that down with a very good white wine, and took another bite of mixed baby vegetables stir fried in truffle oil. Yum.

"Bill," Eric said. "Bill still retains enough power as her Maker to put her under for hours at a time. He has to stay there and glamour her every time she wakes up. But it will just be for one more night, then Jessica should be restored to her usual state."

"I bet this will teach her a lesson about sneaking out of the Underworld," I said. I had another question for Eric I wanted him to answer.

"Now that you know what I had talked to Anna Hita about, are you going to tell me what you wanted to talk to her about in private?" After the bus boys had cleared the dishes the waiter came and gave me the dessert menu. It was four pages long. I began studying it like I was going to have to pass a test.

"No, I can not tell you what I wanted to talk to her about," he said, smiling to take the sting out of his refusal.

I stopped reading the dessert menu and looked in his eyes. I was hoping to see that little sparkle that shows me he's kidding. But his eyes were flat and sparkle free.

"As your Maker I command you to tell me what you talked to her about," I said, playing my trump card.


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(I swear some of you must be telepaths! You seem to know where I'm going before I even get there. Good for you!)
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139 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Nine

I laid out my clothes for the restaurant tonight and then tried to take a nap. I lay for a while thinking about the contradictions in Eric's personality. He was old enough and powerful enough to be the king of a state, but he had chosen to run a night club in Shreveport and serve as sheriff. He had lived long enough to have created dozens of Children, but he was the Maker only to Pam, as far as I knew. He had enough self confidence, swagger and pride for ten people, but when it came to me he was vulnerable and authentic.

Eric knew what he was doing, he knew what he wanted, and he wanted me. There was something about me that drew him, that he needed, and that he couldn't get any place else. Would I still have that special something once I was Turned? I needed to ask him about that. I still couldn't believe that a gorgeous and charismatic vampire like Eric, who could have any woman on earth, alive or undead, would be so enamored of little old me.

Now I was sounding like Scarlett again, but it was true. The man could give me vapors just by taking off his shirt, and the hot shakes by saying my name. Whatever I had, I hoped Turning vampire or becoming a mother wouldn't mess it up. Could he be turned off me as fast as he was turned on? That was a scary thought and I pushed it away.

If I hadn't been born telepathic I might never have gotten involved with vampires at all. Would Eric have found someone else to love and cherish? These were the kind of questions that couldn't really be answered, but I would hope Eric could carry on. He seemed to be doing fine when I met him. Maybe he didn't know what he wanted until he saw it. Maybe I had cast some sort of fairy spell on him, glamoured his mind in some way with my telepathy. If so, I hadn't done it on purpose. In the beginning all I wanted from Eric was for him to keep completely away from me.

Sometime during these thoughts I fell off to sleep, waking when my Prince Charming kissed me awake. He got in bed with me and snuggled up to me.

"Turn me into a vampire, please. Turn me and make like you." He bared his neck to me, much like Antoinette had with him in the parking lot. For a moment I was confused. Then I understood. We were switching roles, allowing me to be the powerful and magical vampire.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I asked him, meeting his frightened blue eyes with my own calm steady gaze. If Eric wanted to, he could be an actor, he was so good at playing a role like this.

"Yes, make me immortal," he whispered. He pretended he was trembling as he clung to me. At least, I think he was pretending.

"You realize that you will have to die as a human to be reborn as Vampire?" I asked him in my most stern and serious way. His talented acting brought out my ability to get into the role too.

"I know to be human is to live in the shadow of death. Take me away from all this death," he begged.

"Take me away from all this death" was one of my favorite lines ever from a vampire movie we watched several times, 'Bram Stoker's Dracula'. He held me like I was his life preserver, clinging to me and somehow seeming to be smaller, weaker, than me. He was the fragile human while I was the ancient and mighty vampire woman. I liked it, it worked for me.

"Let me glamour you then, so it will not hurt you," I said, stroking his pale cheek. I said the soothing hypnotic words vampires used to glamour humans, telling him everything will be all right, he has nothing to fear, I love him and will stay with him forever. As I talked I began pouring out my heart to him, reassuring him about all the things I was afraid of. Finally I told him he would feel no pain.

"I will feel no pain," he repeated back to me in the voice of one that has been enthralled.

I placed my teeth on his neck and he gasped, arching his neck to make the skin there tight and easy to bite through, but I didn't bite. Instead I kissed my way down his body until I reached his femoral artery. I gave him pleasure first until he was so caught up in that feeling he didn't notice I had moved to his artery, then I bit him. Not hard, not even hard enough to break the skin, but it sent him into wild spasms of vampire joy, roaring and saying "Do it, do it."

He knew I didn't like really biting through his skin with my relatively short dull teeth, so I went in our nightstand drawer where we keep some special things and got out the little gold knife. I made a tiny cut and sucked a few drops of blood, careful not to get too much. Next week I was going to the fertility clinic and I didn't want to mess that up with too much vampire blood.

He held me and said, "Thank you, thank you my Maker. Now I am your Child, completely in your control. I will do whatever you ask." He pressed himself against me, kissing every part of me he could reach.

In that second I had a blinding moment of enlightenment. If this had really just happened I would treasure this Child, protect him, guide him, nurture him, and enable him to grow so he didn't need me to tell him what to do. I would be responsible and responsive to his needs, he would be my life, my love, my nest and my family, just like he was now. He would be my partner through whatever eternity we had together. My tenderness and care for him would be endless and selfless. I would adore him as he would adore me.

I began crying from the bottom of my heart. "I get it, Eric, I finally get it. I understand. You would be my precious, beautiful wonderful Child, I would never do anything to crush your spirit or insult your intellect. I would give my life to ensure yours, just as you would for me. Eric, I want you to be my Maker when I Turn. I trust you utterly and completely. You will be the one to take me away from all this death." I meant this passionately and irrevocably. I knew it was right.

I kissed his hands, his lips, his fangs with the intensity of love I had for him. My heart had opened completely to my husband, love had conquered fear. I had finally given myself to him totally. That little part of me that didn't trust Eric, didn't trust men, didn't trust vampires, didn't trust anyone or anything except myself, finally reached out to the husband of my blood. Eric was waiting there to receive it with open arms.

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(Thanks for continuing to read along. I am finally able to read my own blog with comments.)
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009

138 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Eight

Next week I would go back to scouting out jobs for Eric's contracting business and bar tending, but the rest of this week was to just get over the vacation. I was thinking about all the unusual things I had seen and done while in New Orleans when the phone rang. I let the answering machine pick it up in case it was Tara calling to apologize. I still needed a few more days before I was ready to forgive her for what she said.

The machine beeped, then the unmistakable cartoon-like voice of Chester Katz came out of the little speaker. "Hi there! It is I, Chester Katz. I was just calling to make sure you were all right after your visit from you-know-who last night. I wanted to warn you, but I was called away to attend a graduation and missed the warning signs. If you ..."

I snatched up the phone. "Hi, Chester, I'm here. I just got in. What did you say you were calling about?" I tried to sound a little breathless, like I had just run for the phone.

"Hello. Did you say you just got in?" he asked. "Where were you?"

"That's not really important. What do you know about my visitor last night?" I asked. He might be able to tell me why Dracula had come here. Or he might know something about the vampire calling himself Dracula. I seriously doubted if the real Dracula ever existed, or still existed, but someone very powerful had taken that identity.

"Oh, but I beg to differ. It is very important. Very very very very very important indeed," he said. He was as stubborn as he was infuriating, I knew our conversation would grind to halt until I told him something.

To appease him I said, "I was at the grocery store. Getting groceries. Now what do you know about ..."

"Which grocery store would that be?" he asked. I was really regretting telling him I just got in. I don't even know why I said it. I decided to tell him the truth.

"Look, I don't know why I said I just got in. I wasn't really at the grocery store. I was sitting here screening my calls. When I heard you say you knew about .."

"You mean you lied to me? To me, your guardian Fairy? How can I protect you from harm if you are going to lie to me?" He sounded hurt and I could picture him with his lower lip pushed out in a pout. His was a face you didn't forget, even if you tried.

"You can tell me who was here last night, that's how you can protect me. I need to know .."

"You need to know things and you expect me to tell you the truth, but you aren't telling me the truth. Does that seem fair to you?" he asked dramatically. He sounded like he was practically in tears over the injustice of my behavior.

"You're right, you're absolutely right. I apologize for not telling you the truth. Now can we ..."

"And how about that time when you didn't answer the door? I knocked and knocked until my knuckles were raw. Are you sorry about that too?"

"Yes, that was wrong of me. I was just in a rush and I didn't feel like I had the time to .."

"Well, I find your new found honesty refreshing, I must say. It's been lovely speaking with you, old thing, but I have to say TTFN. That stands for "ta ta for now". Keep in touch. Buh bye," and he was gone.

Of course, when I checked there was no return number for him in the calls received record. It was just marked as "unavailable". I'd say that just about summed up our relationship.


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137 - Sookie Stackhouse and Eric Northman in Vampire Land

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Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Seven

The next day I had a little freaked out moment when I remembered the visit by Dracula. That made three vampires that were able to glamour me. Maybe there were more. I wondered what Anna Hita knew about Dracula, but I didn't think there was any way I could bring the topic up to her casually without her knowing about his visit. Of course she might get his visit right from my mind, though I really didn't remember much. It seemed more like a bad dream than something that actually happened. If it wasn't for the ring I might have thought it was just figment of my imagination.

I was glad Jessica had been captured and was safe in lock up. She would be in a light tight cell which was in a silver plated cell contained in another cell to protect the vampire from angry mobs. Eric was a good sheriff, he always got those he went after. I still worried when he went out on his sheriff duties, but I was getting less anxious as time went on.

How safe is a safe room if the vampires that could glamour me were able to read my mind or influence me to leave it? Not very. I would need to talk to Eric about the possibility of locking the safe room so no one could open it, not even me. That would be so dangerous in case of a fire, but I couldn't think of any other way to prevent the telepathic vampires from getting the combination right from my mind. The thought of it made me feel claustrophobic, to be locked in with no way to escape. The safe room could become my tomb if there was no way for me to leave it and no one to let me out.

Would Dracula be back? I had the impression he would, but not for a long time. Maybe the safe room was alright as it was. Jure was forbidden from bothering me, Anna Hita sure as heck wasn't going to come here and remove me from the little room. Only Dracula, whoever or whatever that was seemed able to get me out, and he hadn't harmed me. Would anything keep Dracula out? I thought probably not.

I called Hoyt on his cell phone and told him the coast was clear, that Jessica had been apprehended and she was in the process of recovering from her rabies. I heard hooting and hollering in the background, he told me he was having an impromptu rodeo with some of the hands on Aunt Lois's ranch. I could hear Maxine's voice above all the others. I decided to meet up with Hoyt when he came back to try and find out about the medium Maxine was visiting. Hoyt was taking another week off, he had gotten permission from Jason. I told him I would see him when he returned.

I checked the front porch, the tray and sign were there, but of course all the bags of candy were gone. When I had been outside last night I hadn't seen these things here, that meant I wasn't really seeing anything the way it actually was once I had been enthralled by Dracula. Not a calming thought. I took the Halloween tray and sign inside.

I still hadn't finished putting away the things from the top of my dresser. I saw the living leaf Ivy had given me. She had said, "Just as love never dies, this leaf will never wither. Plant it in the ground where you want to create a special haven to commune with your loved one."

I heard on the news that today was supposed to be unseasonably warm, so I walked around in the yard until I saw a place in the back where the tree line was indented. I had thought about putting a gazebo in that spot, but I spent so little time sitting in the yard I decided to plant the ivy leaf there.

The tool shed with the gardening tools was one that had been transported from my Bon Temps home. Eric had it moved because my grandfather had built it with his own hands. I got out a cast iron trowel that had special meaning for me. I had used it to defend myself against a fairy planning to take my life. Fairies are very vulnerable to the effects of iron, one of the reasons they can't spend a lot of time in this world. They have their own world somewhere, I'm guessing it's free of both iron and lemons, two things that fairies can't abide.

I'm not a gardener, but I could dig a little hole and put in the leaf. Afterwards, I stood there waiting for something to happen, maybe like the magic bean in the "Jack and the Beanstalk" story. A vine of ivy would snake out of the ground and reach to the clouds. But no, nothing moved. Maybe I hadn't planted it correctly. I went and got some water in a sprinkling can and watered it.

That was one reason I never got into gardening like Gran did. She seemed to know all the do's and don't of gardening, while I just blundered ahead and killed whatever I tried to grow. Amelia was the green thumb in the house once she moved in with me. Now I had a yard service to mow and fertilize. I guess I could put in flower beds, but I enjoyed the woods and the lawn, I didn't need flowers to make things better.

Next I went inside to my bedroom and put the photo of Bill with me as a baby into my photo album, along with the other photos Hollice Clutter had sent. Then I put the "Jabberwocky" poem into a folder I had of poetry that had special meaning for me. I had also printed out the lyrics to the Otterburn ballad Eric had recited to the Swedish vampire band members and they had turned into a rock song. I put the gold and silver coins they had put in my shoes in my trinket box, although once I looked more closely at the silver coin I saw it wasn't silver at all but was hallmarked as platinum, an expensive alternative to silver. Vampires often used platinum in their jewelry, a holdover from when they were hunted and needed to appear to be not vampire. Wearing what appeared to be silver jewelry convinced people the vampire was not one of the undead.

I bundled the notes Eric had left for me with a new red ribbon and put them in the special satin covered box I kept them in. I also re-read the very first note he ever gave me, along with several of the others. Thinking about Eric too much during the day made me miss him and wish he didn't have to be undead, something I promised myself I would not do when I made the decision to marry him. I knew what he was, what our lives would be like. To be discontent now would be foolish of me.

Finally I went through Gran's recipes and began sorting them and categorizing them to assemble into a cook book. I had wanted to make copies for Nora Heart, Angellica, Amelia, Tara and Heather. I would make extras for any other people I came across that seemed worthy of her cooking secrets.

I briefly thought about taking Tara off that list, but she had loved Gran and enjoyed Gran's cooking more times than I could count. If she used some of the recipes in this book she could one day pass them on to Katie Marie. The thought of a new generation of women cooking with Gran's favorite recipes was very heartwarming to me. This was a good project and it would keep me busy until it was time to take a nap.

Then my man would rise again, and I would be there to fly into his waiting arms.



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