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Home Sweet Home	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 2948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT own, profit, or pretend to originate True Blood or its characters. All rights belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

Chapter List
- 1-Home Sweet Home
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
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"Ok." Sookie said finally, regaining her composure after one of the hardest orgasms she'd ever experienced. "What's the plan?"
Eric was humming in front of his armoire and selecting new clothes, as her juices had spilled onto the pants he'd been wearing. Not that he minded, but he didn't want to scent distracting anyone from the mission. "I told you the plan." He answered cheekily. "You're going to eat and relax until I get back."
"I am not going to lie around like some calf- fattening up for the slaughter!" She fumed, jumping off the bed; not concerned with her nudity one bit. She was pissed. "Try again."
He chuckled to himself not expecting anything less from her. Eric turned around and nodded. "Fine my little faery warrior. Get dressed." He agreed before adding. "And for the love of Valhalla, put some food in your mouth. You're getting too thin and could use some fattening up."
Sookie's blue eyes widened in outrage, as she looked down at herself and turned and twisted her backside to check it out. "I am not!" She exclaimed.
Eric laughed full force then as she smacked his arm; stomping back to bathroom to freshen up and don the outfit she'd never made it into last time. He lost his smile as soon as she left the bedroom. There was no fucking way he was going to let her be in danger. Sookie was his now and he wasn't risking anything where she was concerned. He flipped open his cell phone and called Pam. Dressing and giving instructions at the same time; speeding down the hall and leaving his lair, with Sookie unawares.
He hated to deceive her but she'd left him no choice in the matter.
Eric entered his office and then sealed the door with his code; making sure she wouldn't be able to get out. The secret compartment became concealed once more by his bookcase, and Pam smiled, thinking it funny that they practically matched. Eric was wearing all black too. "She's going to flip out on you. You do know that."
He nodded. "No doubt. Did you arrange for the witch to come and charm the club?"
"Yes- the Hooker said he'd found a spell and should be able to prevent any popping in or out from the fairy realm, but had to get some ingredients first. So I think we're covered."
Eric muttered. "He had better. I would hate to have to kill Lafayette. He's kind of grown on me." Pam silently agreed with a small smile.
She then became serious and frowned. "I just received a call from Andre."
"Interesting. And?"
Eric rummaged through a couple duffle bags with supplies that she had prepared, making sure everything he wanted was there; listening as she spoke, with a hundred things going through his mind.
"The Queen is aware of your pact with the Daemons for one, and tipped off Sookie's grandfather about your intended raid."
He didn't react. "Continue."
"Compton reached out to Sophie Ann after receiving your little package, begging for help. So she's going to the Monroe compound tonight as well, to surprise us."
Eric paused and leaned on his desk, rubbing his hand over his chin. "Andre is seeking full immunity I take it." Pam nodded while strapping a blade to her thigh harness.
"Yeah, I guess he's finally grown tired of fire crotch and wants release from the stupid bitch permanently."
"This actually may be a better scenario than I could have planned." Eric said after some contemplation. "Have you alerted our special ops forces to the change?"
Pam rolled her eyes and put her hand on a hip. "What do you think?"
He grinned, loving busting her chops. "Just making sure."
She appraised him in all his assassin like glory, figuring now was as good a time as any to tell him about Chuck, since he'd taken the news so well about the Queen. "The newborn is coming."
Eric pushed off his desk and walked to the door, ready to get this shit done. "Whatever."
He opened it and the sounds of the club greeted them, techno beats, conversations, and milling bodies; the strobe lights blinking and winking as the two marched towards the back entrance, looking like something out of Underworld. But Pam knew deep down, Kate Beckinsale didn't have shit on her. She laughed to herself as Eric gave her a weird look in question.
Pam waved a hand at him; shaking her head in a never mind kind of way, and Eric shrugged.
They kicked out the double gray metal doors to hop into the Hummer that Chuck was waiting in, grinning with excitement behind the steering wheel. Eric stood in place and put the back of his hand on Pam's stomach, stopping her in her tracks; noticing how she seemed to return the younger vampire's happy look.
"Jumping the fence again?"
She sighed, raising an eyebrow, while still smiling; liking the muscular arms and broad chest of Chuck that she could see through the windshield. "Maybe. If he doesn't get himself killed tonight that is."
Eric didn't look pleased at the news and grimaced, but retracted his hand and went forward. Yanking the driver's side door open while barking. "Back seat!"
Pam put her plump lips together in satisfaction as she entered the passenger side and strapped in. It was nice to know, even after more than a century together, that she could still make him jealous. So she couldn't help herself, addressing the ginger haired vamp through the rearview mirror.
"Remember what I said Chuck."
He punched a fist into his palm and winked at her. "Oh, I didn't forget. And believe me; I'm all for getting that cookie."
Eric looked to Pam incredulously. "That's cliché even for you."
She braced her hand on the dash as Eric punched the gas and peeled from the parking lot growling in Swedish; silently shaking with glee and retorting in a high pitched, horrified, and fake girly voice. Batting her long lashes at him in mocking.
"Oh no…does Master want one too?"

Sookie finished up in the bathroom and opened the door, figuring a detour to the kitchen wouldn't be a bad idea, as the noises her tummy was making demanded it. She hated to admit that Eric was right. She was looking a bit too lean. The short rain bowed colored sundress Pam had provided for her, not quite hugging her curves the way it should have and hanging loosely on her frame, much to her chagrin.
A quick bite before they left she supposed wouldn't hurt, to replenish her strength, and then she would finally get her brother back.
Sookie didn't want to think too long on Bill being killed, still a bit torn about her feelings. She didn't love him like that anymore and he had kidnapped Jason, but the true death was so final. And he had been her first.
What the fuck was wrong with her? She internally chastised. Let the bastard get staked! Bill was nothing but a liar and a complete piece of shit.
Sookie shook herself mentally, telling herself to knock it off. And beheld the spread on the every surface, of not only the kitchen counters, but the dinette table as well; whistling low- actually impressed. She'd have to thank Pam the next time she saw her.
There was every food confection and dish she could have ever dreamed of, all there in beautiful presentation; from fried chicken and biscuits to strawberry shortcake, Yankee pot roast with potatoes, carrots, and onions, to lasagna and garlic bread. Now the only dilemma Sookie faced was which one to attack first.
She decided on some shrimp scampi to start, and popped a few morsels into her mouth with rapture. After that she sampled some bruschetta and nibbled on some melon balls when a familiar voice made her jump.
"Greetings cousin."
"Jesus Christ Sheppard of Judea." Sookie gasped, clutching her chest. "Why do you always have to do that?"
Claudine merely smiled in that infuriating serene way of hers and shrugged. "How goes it with the vampire?"
"Fine." Sookie replied shortly, remembering the summons for her trial. "What do you want?"
"Now Sookie." Claudine clucked. "Rudeness is not a flattering look on you. Is that any way to receive a beloved family member?"
"Seriously?" Sookie spat. "You expect me to be all smiles and hugs after you basically drop a bomb on me!"
"Messenger darling." Claudine reminded wagging a finger. "I seek no quarrel with you."
"What the fuck ever." Sookie sighed, already fed up. "Well, spit it out! What are you delivering now?" She finished with sarcasm.
Claudine posed against the stove, her gown one of midnight hues and clear sparkling rhinestones. "Why, I'm not delivering anything to you." She condescendingly admitted her smile morphing into something wicked. "I'm just delivering…you."
Before Sookie could scream out Eric's name, a bright white light emanated and filled the whole space; engulfing Sookie and her faery cousin completely. And she just knew. This was not going to be good.

"William." Sophie Ann greeted formally, liking his absolute reverence; bowing as if his life depended on it, and being pitiful. Actually, she giggled to herself, it did. "Where's my present?" She demanded, her entourage filling the office of her former employee and lining against the walls.
"In the dungeon." Bill was quick to reply. "I have procured Sookie's brother Jason for you. He might not have her gifts of telepathy, but his blood is just as sweet. And I figured it would secure his sister. As she will surely seek him out."
"Hmm." The Queen considered, daintily sitting into a chair. "I suppose it would." She then glared at him thinking of his attempt on her life. "And what of your own transgressions?"
Bill blanched even for a vampire, going pasty with the uncomfortable topic. "I was influenced by blood, Your Majesty, and not myself. I beg forgiveness."
Sophie Ann looked upon him hungrily. "Excuses!" She argued. "I don't believe you."
Her child Andre interjected, wishing to curb his Maker's temper and stall for Eric's arrival. "I do." He supplied. "We both know the addictive qualities of fae essence. I don't think Mr. Compton; being so much younger than your Grace, would have acted in such a way unless strung out."
Sophie Ann didn't seem happy with her child’s logic but had to concede. "I guess…but how do I trust that he is still not influenced and just waiting to strike at me again?"
"Well." Andre thought out loud. "He no longer has the telepath and could have just left the country with her brother; keeping him alive to feed on his addictive blood to get high. So reason would suggest his intentions are sincere."
"But the Viking?" She reminded in argument.
Andre countered. "Would not bother to chase him as long as he was no longer a threat to Sookie Stackhouse."
Bill Compton looked grateful for the Queen's childe and nodded vigorously. "That is correct."
"Very well." She decided. "I will save your pathetic existence from Northman, but Sookie's brother is far from proper tribute. I expect monthly stipends to relieve and compensate debts owed. Am I clear?"
Bill smiled in relief and stated while bowing again. "Yes, your majesty."
"I tire of this drivel." Sophie Ann complained becoming bored and huffing. "Produce the hybrid morsel from your lower dwelling. I wish to sample my spoils before the Sheriff arrives."
Bill hurriedly pressed the button of his intercom on his desk.
"Yes Mr. Compton." Joan droned.
"Please have the guards escort Mr. Stackhouse to my den." Bill politely requested.
"Yes Mr. Compton." She repeated instantly.
Bill wanted to jump up and down and do a dance, but reined himself in, as proper etiquette frowned on such behavior. So he just adjusting his overly expensive silk tie instead, and sat in his big comfortable swivel chair grinning.
"You will find the bouquet rich with bloom and sweet in aftertaste." He said conversationally.
Sophie Ann merely rolled her eyes while Andre smirked in gloating.
A knock on the door interrupted the frivolous attempt at small talk and Bill expressed his confusion. "Usually my secretary just comes in after a request…" He tittered clearing his throat. "You may enter."
Just then an explosion went off, splintering the mahogany double doors off their hinges, while the thick paned Pella windows were blasted out within the room; shards flying amidst the chaos; with an ancient, terrifying battle cry, resounding amongst them and bouncing off the walls in frightening surround sound.
Bullets flew into the room with the pop-pop- pop of semi-automatic fury, as well as small wooden stakes, that were pinging through the air with insect like frequency. Compton ducked his head under the large oak desk; screaming out in warning. "INCOMING! TAKE COVER!"
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