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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
- 12
- 13
- 14
"Isn't that just precious," Nial laughed out in taunting, speaking to Claudine, who was still on the floor; him being once again in a relaxed stance, "she thinks the Viking can help her."
Sookie forgot they could hear her telepathy.
"Oh, as far as your brother is concerned and you saving him- as if such a thing would be possible by such a weak minded individual," he rolled his eyes as he addressed Sookie again, "I've already had Claudine fetch him from that horrific dungeon your former vampire pimp had him in. He is most grateful and will make a perfect lamb of sacrifice to the Time Lords."
The weather was just as calm and sunny now; the entire storm having run its course right along with Nial's soothed temper. Birds were chirping and sunbeams shined through the powder puff clouds as if such a thing had never occurred.
Sookie still had the thickness in her mouth and throat; her lips pressed into a flat line. So she used her mind to question the crazy bastard.
"Oh my god, Jason is here! Where… and what do you mean sacrifice?"
She was using her legs to push her back against the door and stand up again. Her hatred almost matched Nial's as they glared at each other.
"You fucking harm him and I swear to Christ I will find a way to kill you!"
"I would just love to see you try." He chuckled hardier; the joke being the funniest he'd ever heard.
Nial then motioned for Claudine to come to him and she happily complied; breaking out of Shane and Dirk's embrace to rush into his outstretched arms. He brushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheek. "I am sorry to have frightened you my dove."
She sought out his mouth and gave him a passionate kiss; their mouths opening and tongues swirling much to Sookie's disgust.
Claudine pressed her breasts against Nial's chest with an animalistic sound, before breaking their lips apart to whisper. "It was such a turn on grandfather; I am soaked."
He groped his hand in between her legs and found her words to be true.
"This pleases me so much." Nial groaned, as if he wanted to flip her around and start fucking her right then and there.
"You are all monsters!"
Nial sighed and kissed Claudine one more time chastely, patting her on the bottom. "Go my darling, have the guards ready you for me. I will deal with the harpy and at long last teach her some respect."
Claudine bit her lower lip and nodded. "Make it hurt."
"I plan on it." He said with promise and cold eyes.
She turned to Sookie then and cast a cruel and jealous smile. "Like I said Sookie, we all share here."
The meaning of this made Sookie freak out; she went to run for the broken window and jump, but Nial raised a hand and she was stuck to the floor just within reach.
"Ah- ah- ah, "he wagged his finger, "I don't think so."
Claudine, Shane, and Dirk, all clasped hands with evil leers at her, walking slowly out of the room, and making sure to close the door behind them.
Nial clapped his hands together and rubbed them up and down in savoring. "Alone at last!" He moved much closer to her. "I do think you are over dressed for the occasion, don't you?"
With this, he snapped his fingers again, and Sookie's dress disappeared; leaving her naked and more afraid than she'd ever been in her whole life. Uncle Bartlett had nothing on this sick fucker, and she was helpless to stop him.
This caused tears to stream from her eyes like a river; her whole body shaking with the indignity.
"No- no- please don't do this!"
"Begging already…tsk-tsk Sookie," Nial was enjoying this more than he thought he would, "but I haven't even started yet."
He snapped his fingers again and Sookie was forced down on all fours like a dog, her ass up in the air.
"Trust me girl, once I do…death will be the one mercy you never before imagined it could be."
Nial reached out, having crouched down in front of her, and pinched one of her nipples painfully. She internally screamed as he giggled; pinching the other one harder while yanking off his britches with his free hand.
He started jerking himself off and dropped his voice down to the barest of whispers.
"How do you feel about face shots… hmm?"
Something in Sookie snapped.
She felt this intense calm wash over her and her mind detach in a way that it never had before. Her blue eyes looked into his green ones as an energy burst shot out from her forehead and into his body; making him fly backwards, much like he had done to her earlier.
Silver and purple flames were dancing all over her skin as a white light formed within the room, accompanied by a low humming of power.
Suddenly she could move and the magic that had stolen her voice was nullified. She stood up and shot another burst into him from her hands this time, making him seize up and convulse; his pants still around his ankles, and his cock flapping back and forth against his thighs.
"How do you feel about a sex change?" She screeched, completely unhinged.
Nial's eyes rose up into his head and foam was oozing out of his mouth as a million volts of electricity coursed through him.
The offensive appendage in question had starting to bloat up, like a hotdog left in the microwave for too long; the skin was bubbling and stretching.
It was her turn to laugh now in wicked delight.
And she continued, even after his cock blew up into little bits of cooked meat. Yes, Sookie laughed and laughed.
She found even after the threat of rape had been removed and her grandfather had passed out, now bleeding from his crotch; dark red liquid pooling on the glitter dusted floor and increasing in size- that she couldn't stop.
No, her madness was too far gone.

"Ma’am- the man you sent us to get ain't there."
Pam showed her annoyance with a gruff bark. "What the fuck do you mean, how can he not be?"
The Werewolf shrugged. "Beats me."
Ludwig was transfusing Pam's blood into Eric, and as the doctor had explained, it had something to do with her master needing their bond to overpower his own with Sookie.
How much was required was the ultimate question that she couldn't answer, but the Viking was already faring much better; sitting up and talking.
"Explain." He ordered, rubbing small circles around his temples.
"Well, we went down into the dungeon like she said," the Were pointed at Pam, "and there weren't nobody, and I mean nobody, down there."
He paused, thinking about something that he had noticed a bit strange. "There was maybe one thing…"
Eric and Pam waited a few moments, giving the slow man time, but Pam's patience was already thin; not to mention her blood loss. "What the fuck! Spit it out already!"
"Sss- o- r- r- y," he stammered, "it was probably nothing, but Wade here picked up on a scent, and we found what looked to be like some sort of glitter glue on one of the locks."
Eric looked at Pam and nodded; they both knew what that meant.
"Thank you, that information has helped us a great deal." He graciously said to the nervous Were and his comrades. They smiled with what teeth they had in their mouths and left after Eric gave them a nod.
"Well it would appear Nial has been busy with more than just kidnapping Sookie." He thought out loud.
"Yes, it does." Pam agreed.
Ludwig, who hated supernatural politics and especially vampires, couldn't resist putting in her two cents; as there was only one species lower in her estimation, and that was the faeries. It was an age old feud between their kinds, as elves were technically a cousin to the breed.
"Those low life pieces of unicorn dung ought to be flayed, and if I were you, I'd be getting to your woman as soon as possible; because if it's one thing I know about that uppity faery- he likes to keep it in the family."
Eric cocked an eyebrow and felt a sick dread settle within his bones. "You don't mean…?"
The doctor snorted. "Yes Viking it's exactly what you think," she punctured a bag of dragon's blood and poured it into a glass, "here, drink this; I think I can stop the transfusion now. Max, get the strumpet a donor from your group; she's going to need it."
Pam was paler than usual and too weakened to even talk shit back to the shrimp. Ludwig knew this, making sure to stop in front of her and wink.
Eric gulped down the contents of the goblet and wiped his mouth on a bare arm. "Do you know of any way we can sneak our forces past the veil without tipping him off?"
"There is a portal that has been unused since the-"
Maxwell returned with his understudy Octavos and cut her off. "That would require much spelling and incantation. I'm not sure if we have enough resources presently to open it."
"Leave that to me Max," Ludwig affirmed, now making up her mind to help, "I got the juice and you know it."
The warlock played at being shocked; playfully teasing her. "Why Anna, I thought you had a very important procedure to get back to?"
"I do, but you know what?"
Eric, Pam, and Maxwell, all responded at once to the question. "What?"
"That mother fucker has been on my shit list since the cleansing, and nothing would make me happier than to piss on his face before he dies!"
They all blinked a few times in silence before picturing the imagery and bursting out in laughter; even Pam huskily chuckled, as weak as she was.
"This cleansing, what was it?" Eric managed, loving the fire and spunk the little woman had.
She took a deep breath and shook her head in sadness, remembering the event as if it were yesterday. Maxwell put a hand on her shoulder; conveying what small comfort he could, as he too could recall the atrocity vividly.
His understudy, Octavos, had offered his arm to Pam; who sank her fangs in greedily, starting to feed, while staring at Ludwig with renewed interest.
"It was in the same era that human man had first discovered bronze. I was a young girl then, and my tribe flourished within the woodlands. The veil much thinner back then and intercrossing between dimensions most common."
Pam detached her mouth; flinging the young warlocks arm away in surprise. "That would make you older than Eric!"
"Very good," Ludwig wryly said with an eye roll, "it can count too."
Eric grinned and put a hand up to his child to silence her. "Let her continue Pamela."
Maxwell gave Pam a look of sympathy. "We are both of the same bloodline, only I am a half breed, my father being of druid descent. This gives us both delayed aging, but we are not immortal. The oldest pure blood dying just short of reaching six millennia not too long ago."
"That is- is-," Pam for a second was at a loss, but being her, not for long, "just fucking amazing!"
She had renewed respect for the ankle biting mystical doctor.
"Be still my heart, the trollop has a new hero besides Vagisil."
Eric shook with barely contained hysterics, but reined it in thinking about Sookie. "Please- we need to make haste in order to rescue my bonded from her perverted family."
Ludwig agreed, while Pam, unaffected by the slam, continued to gaze upon the little woman with reverence.
"As I was saying before being rudely interrupted," she coughed, pointing to Pam, who only smiled, "in those days, just like in Max's case, breeding with humans was becoming trendy. Some of us, elves and faeries alike, didn't care a bit; thinking it only right to keep peace between us. But then, there were others, like Nial for instance, who felt it was a great offense against our magic. Some of the half breeds didn't possess any you see, so in his eyes and in those that followed him; these abominations needed to be terminated."
Eric interjected. "Sookie is such a thing, but she does have magic, so is that why Nial hasn't tried to kill her?"
"I wish I could assuage your fears Viking, but no; the true reason lay in the fact his line has become sterile from inbreeding."
"The cleansing was partly responsible for that too." Maxwell added.
Ludwig agreed. "Yes, Nial and his brethren committed heinous acts of genocide; annihilating babies and children, whether magical or not, even going as far as to killing the parents. One woman was found dead in a grain field, her uterus and bowels having been savagely ripped apart; the headless fetus still attached by umbilical cord. This action of course incited a horrible war and many were lost." She stopped a moment, collecting herself, as tears were threatening to spill.
"Nial sought power through purity, teaching that the only way to keep faery and elf land from losing their magic was to commit to one's own kin."
Maxwell saw her struggling and fiercely swiping at her cheeks, so bent down to hug her. "I shall finish Anna." Ludwig sniffled, acting as if she would refuse, but instead shrugged acquiescence.
The warlock got to the meat of the matter. "The end result was near extinction for both our kinds. And as a last ditch effort of species preservation, the elders constructed a shield, locking other worlds away from this one; attempting to keep what remaining numbers safe from a future event ever taking place again. Those of us, who chose to stay behind, were only able to cross it at certain times of the year, and then even that became near impossible."
"The veil." Pam awed.
"Yes, that is what it was named," Maxwell said with a nod, "but eventually over the centuries, that too weakened, resulting in the occurrence once again of half breeds births."
"So what of the Time Lords then?" Eric murmured, thinking something he hadn't realized before. "This trial he has constructed for Sookie, in regard to her having accidentally violated the Time law; would he gain a boon from them if she was convicted?"
Ludwig's eyes turned to steel, all sadness and pity squelched, as she broke out of Maxwell's embrace. "Come again?"
She went up to his knees, as he was still sitting up on the desk, and started to shake with rage; her face becoming mottled with red and purple.
Pam wanted so badly to ask if somebody had stolen her pot 'o gold; but somehow just knew better. The elf lady looked like she could and would kill all of them, with nothing more than a thought right now.
"Northman, you had better start talking!"
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