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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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- 12
Sookie couldn't believe that Claudine had been audacious enough to pull a stunt like that. "Get your goddamn hands off of me you bitch!"
The faery complied but still wore a smug smile on her face; rushing over to Nial and hugging him with a giggle. "Do I get my boon now?" She asked excitedly. "I did everything just like you said, and the Viking doesn't even know it yet."
"What the hell is she talking about? I swear to God, y'all better get to talking fast! You're keeping me from saving my brother."
Her grandfather countered Claudine's giddiness with serene complacence; his smooth face completely free of wrinkles, but his hair as snowy as a mountain top. "All in good time." He told Sookie, kissing her ditzy cousin full on the lips, and roaming his hands down her back in a most inappropriate fashion for family.
"Now that's just fucking gross!" Sookie yelled.
Claudine broke away from Nial and glared. "Why, because you humans are so uptight and completely prude. No need to be jealous Sookie- we all share here."
"Well you can keep mine," Sookie gagged, "and I'm not waiting around here forever for you two to explain either. Now, right now, you hear! Why am I in faery, and against my will too I might add? Start talking!"
Claudine instead of answering had started to twirl and dance around the room; her full skirt flaring up, and giving everyone a flash of her bottom; sans panties. The two guards by the door were licking their lips and grinning, and Nial had started clapping in delight, all of them completely ignoring Sookie.
She looked around the oval room with all the gold gaudy décor and sparkle dust on the floor, wondering if the twitch in her eye was a sign of a stroke coming on.
Perhaps a different approach. "C'mon you guys, really?" She started again nicely.
"Shh," Nial scolded sharply, while waving his hands at her in a shooing motion, "she's about to do my favorite part."
Sookie crossed her arms with a grunt, and thought for sure she just might break her jaw, the way she was grinding at it. This was completely insane.
And as if on cue, Claudine rose up off the ground into grand triple backwards somersault, landing onto the multi colored dust of the floor with a split.
Her arms were raised up over her head. "Tada!"
Sookie huffed; eying the brunette tart like one would an escaped mental patient.
Her grandfather had increased in his clapping and was whistling and shouting in praise. "Well done my darling! Beautiful, absolutely stunning!"
The two faery guards skipped, yep actually skipped, forwards to give her flighty cousin a hand up off the floor.
One was blond, while the other was dark haired, and both were wearing tunics of different shades of blue, belted at their waists with a brown leather dagger harness.
Sookie thought the purple tights and matching blue slippers were a bit much, but hey, to each their own.
They kissed Claudine's hands, wrists, and forearms; as she cooed to them her affection. "Thank you Dirk, and you as well Shane," she gave them both pecks on the cheek, "you are both invited to my bedchambers later to celebrate- oh and please do bring the feather whip!" She squealed, jumping up and down in place. "I absolutely love the feather whip!"
"Somehow, that doesn't shock me." Sookie muttered with an eye roll.
Nial reluctantly tore his adoring and smiling face off of Claudine to give Sookie one of the most hateful looks she had ever received. "Shut it you miserly cow! I've had quite enough of that snake you call a tongue!"
His words were accompanied by a ball of light that was forming in one of his open palms; actually making him look like a baseball pitcher up on the mound. He rose up one leg as he arched and twisted his back; throwing this glowing specter to hit Sookie's face straight on before she could even react.
She didn't feel pain, no, none at all, but was shocked for sure; flying backwards against the door, sliding down it as she clutched at her throat.
It felt like a whole bottle of Elmer's glue had been poured into her mouth.
Nial looked proud of himself and puffed up his chest. "There, now that's much better."
Claudine's eyes were shining with unshed tears as she held her side, bent over in laughter. Even the two guards were pointing at her and bursting out into fits of hysterics, as Sookie made noises and flopped around, trying her hardest to open up her mouth to no avail.
"I wish I had thought of that before," Nail chuckled right along with the bunch, "a right harpy that one is isn't she? I am ashamed that she even shares my bloodline."
This sobered the room into silence and even Sookie stopped in her attempts.
Nial had a darkness overtake his countenance and brought his voice down to barely a whisper. The light in the room seemed to dim right along with his mood swing. And he couldn't have looked uglier just then; even Claudine seemed to shrink a little, seeking out the embrace of her two guard lovers for comfort.
"But that too shall be rectified soon enough," he growled, as the walls started to shake and the grounds beneath them rumbled, "for the true reason, if you must know straight away, dear granddaughter," Nial spat out the word in disgust, "for bringing you here… you necrophiliac, you disgrace to my crown, you ABOMINATION!" He shrieked.
The walls were cracking and splintering, and the large bay window behind where he stood had exploded, making the tall gold silk drapery fly and flap into a frenzy with the howling wind from outside. The entire atmosphere in faery was experiencing a thunder and lightning storm.
Nial was the epitome of the word menacing, with spittle coating his chin, and his short frame shaking with uncontained rage.
Sookie realized then that something was extremely wrong, not that she hadn't thought of it before, but now- now the fear for her life was added to the mix. Because if it was one thing Sookie had grown to recognize in her short couple years involved in all this crap; it was murder. And right now, her pissed off elder, looked like all the intent of its evil, was blazing brightly behind his grass green eyes.
Sometimes she really hated to be right.
Nial fisted up his hands and shook them at his sides, his big finish to be the climax, of this dramatic display of power.
Claudine, Dirk, and Shane were huddled down on the floor into a whimpering ball. They were hiding their faces and crying, almost as if it was an act that was expected of them. Something about it, in Sookie's mind, just seemed too forced and a bit fake.
"After that farce of your trial I've arranged- where you shall surely be condemned to DEATH! We will harvest up your ovaries and their precious eggs to create a true heir! One that is pure! One that is deserving! One that is MINE!"
Sookie's eyes widened, her breathing hitched, and her heart went to beating like a humming birds; the adrenaline dump in her system proving too much for her little body to handle.
She felt all the desperation of any person trapped and in danger, doing the only thing she could think of in that moment to save herself; yanking on the cord of her bond while using her telepathy with all her might.
"ERIC…HELP MEEEEEEE!"

He was arching his sword downwards in a fatal slice, severing one of the Queen's worthless guards in half from shoulder to groin. The bubble bursting pop of vamp guts coated and sprayed all over his visage, but Eric didn't mind in the least. This being what he lived for most, well, that and now his…
Just then a horrible pain seized up his brain, making him bend down, and Pam, seeing her master suddenly stop in his pursuit of battle, speeded over to him just in time; deflecting another guard from attacking.
"Eric- what the fuck!"
His head was splitting in two and he found his heart actually squeeze a couple times, like it was trying to beat.
"Sookie!" He yelled, grabbing at his skull.
His progeny's violet eyes flashed briefly with worry, but she resumed in the dispatching of her current opponent; deciding in a split of a second to protect him- until whatever was wrong resolved. "Chuck!"
Pam round kicked the taller vampire she was fighting and jumped up, planting her dagger into the eye socket of another that had joined in. "Man the doors!" She ordered, seeing Compton and the Queen crawling towards them across the Oriental rug seeking escape.
The beefy underling managed to stave off their efforts, landing his combat boots, after an impressive leap, with a spine cracking thud on top of Compton's back.
Two daemons, also hearing Pam's shouted command, broke away from the brawl and sprinted towards the doorway, following Chuck; both dropping down like animals on all fours.
They planted their mouths onto each of Sophie Ann's arms with their razor sharp teeth and viciously tore them off. The ligaments, tendons, and splintered bones with dripping marrow, being quickly slurped, gnashed, and munched on with gusto.
Bill and the Queen screamed, and Pam seeing her opening, let loose a medieval cry that could almost rival her master's. She had two stakes raised high above her for the striking; preparing to charge at her two intended targets. But Andre distracted her.
"Wait," he pleaded loudly, racing to the front of his Queen, "Just wait!"
Sophie Ann was covered in bloody tears and her crimson eyes were pleading with her child. She was on her back, having her limbs torn apart by the two daemon assassins; who were greedily eating away without a care in the world.
"Help me!" She cried.
Pam stopped short right in front of them, tossing one of the stakes into Andre's hands after he gave her a curt nod.
The warlocks just then had finished a spell they'd been chanting in their protective white bubble. It made all the remaining opponents who were still fighting, drop down simultaneously into steaming piles of disintegration; having been unmade into anti matter.
Pam gave them a huge grin and punched her free hand over her chest in respect, in which their leader, Maxwell, bowed grandly. She turned back to Compton.
Chuck flipped Bill over and ripped open his expensive silk shirt; the buttons flying away exposing his white hairless chest.
"You cannot kill me! I am your King!" Compton screeched.
Pam cocked an eyebrow and moaned. "Oh, this going to feel so good."
Chuck laughed heartily and scooted over to let Pam straddle the southern gentleman. She bounced on his crotch a couple times with a wink, teasing her red haired protégé, who was watching her ass jump with a snarl of lust; his fangs piercing his lower lip and making it bleed. Compton tried struggling and bucking her off but his back was still broken. She cackled, enjoying his desperation.
"Andre…please." Sophie Ann choked out.
"As you wish," Andre purred softly with no regret, "you created me and now I will end you. Very fitting don't you think?"
Bitter betrayal crossed her eyes with what her child was telling her. The reality sunk in. "No! No! No-"
And without further ado, and as if in complete synch with one another; Pam and Andre raised their perspective stakes; plunging them deep through their monarch's hearts.
For a moment all that could be heard was a collective sigh of triumph. And then the whooping and hollering commenced.
The count of five was all it took for the two shells of Compton and Sophie Ann to shoot out gelatinous rain as their last yells ceased. It covered all immediately next to them with their juices.
Pam heard her master's moans over all the applause, and suddenly remembering Eric; flashed back to his side.
"Master- what is it?"
He was in the fetal position on the floor and looking paler than usual. She was ready to go bat shit. They didn't just go through all of this, for him to fall under some type of anomaly.
Maxwell and his followers were already trying to attend to the Sheriff, performing some pain relief ritual by means of reiki.
"Must- get- to- her…" Eric gasped, trying to fight this internal torture he was experiencing.
"She's reaching out to him and trying to pull him through the veil." Maxwell explained.
He placed a hand onto the crown of Eric's head and murmured some more words in Latin.
"Who, Sookie?" Pam said incredulously. "But she's back at the lair!"
"They…took…" Eric tried, shaking his head in a 'no' gesture to contradict her.
A daemon by the name of Mud spit, hopped over to Pam, and tapped a talon on her boot. She looked down to him and he scurried back a little, leering.
"Mistress- me knows- me knows, will tell you. Mud spit will tell mistress, yes- yes- me will."
The tiny deformed golem looking thing was actually one of her favorites; kind of like a cross between a Maltese, a lizard, and a dung beetle.
Pam cocked her head to the side and crouched down. She was unusually tender. "That's a good Mud spit," Pam praised lovingly, "now tell mistress, but hurry up, we need to help master okay."
He started making excited high pitched noises and hopping higher and higher; trying to show her how much he loved her too. His voice was one of high raspy glee.
"Fairy, fairy, fairy, fairy, fairy!"
Pam lost her smile and stood straight again, but not before blowing a kiss of thanks to her little minion.
"Round 'em up!" She called, trying to regain the attention of her forces. Her patience was tested however, when not all heeded, she sighed; snapping her fingers at four daemons who were eating the remains of some human casualties. "That means you too!"
They barked at her like dogs and she hissed back at them like a cat.
But seeing as her authority was issued by Lucifer himself, in lieu of Eric, who was no longer capable; to disobey would be hell for them- quite literally.
The group begrudgingly complied, stopping in their feast, and slinking over towards the gathering with scowls.
Making sure she had all the attention she needed, Pam took an unnecessary breath. "It would appear that the victory of this battle will be short lived."
She paused, letting her words register as not all were quick on the draw in the intelligence department.
"Because tonight," Pam continued, "we invade into the realm of Nial Brigant!"
Some whispers and grumbles could be heard as the warriors discussed what this meant.
"SILENCE!" She boomed.
They all immediately became subdued.
A Were by the name of Randy raised up his hand shakily however, with a look of nervousness amidst the sea of blood, sweat, and dirt covered muscle.
Pam rolled her eyes but nodded anyway. "Speak wolf."
"Well, sir- I mean ma’am…" Randy blushed at his misstep, swallowing hard, but going on. "We was kinda wondering if- if- if-"
"Oh for fuck's sake man, spit it out!" Andre chastised, walking over next to Pam, who gave him a grateful look.
Randy huffed, a tad bit embarrassed. "To be honest with you vamp lady, some of us have to take a dump," he stated indignantly, "do we got time for a fifteen minute outhouse break or not?"
Chuck burst out laughing and even Andre couldn't prevent a smirk.
Pam, having been stunned, was as still as a statue; thinking about this movie parody she'd just watched last week.
It was based around this space cruiser being manned by a short man with nerdy glasses, and a big black helmet. He was trying to conquer this planet for their oxygen and was constantly being thwarted by man dogs, robots, and a princess sporting a seriously fucked up hairdo.
Just then she sympathized with his character, muttering out the only thing that came to mind in response to the Were's question.
"Assholes… I'm surrounded by assholes."
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