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That's Not My Name	By : marksandspence Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 6314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have not created the True Blood (credit to Charlaine Harris & Alan Ball) or BtVS universes (credit to Joss Whedon) and do not have any claim on the characters other than the ones I have added. I make no money off of these stories.

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Chapter 15
Early in the evening, just before Fangtasia opens, Bill walks in followed by two guards dressed in rather obvious “plain clothes”. He strides up to Pam, who is busily getting the club in order. Seeing him approach, she lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Pam,” Bill says in greeting.
“King Bill. What a lovely surprise,” she responds, dripping with sarcasm.
“I need to speak with Eric,” Bill states plainly.
“What, no chit chat? No, ‘how are you, Pam’, ‘what a lovely outfit’, nothing about the weather?” Pam snarks.
“Can you please just tell him I am here?”
“God, you are boring,” she feels compelled to observe.
“Is he in his office? Because I can let myself in if you are otherwise occupied,” he responds, annoyed by her typical lack of respect.
“I am afraid he is otherwise occupied.”
“I am sure he can make time for his King.” Bill starts walking toward the office door.
“I would at least wait until after the first orgasm. It’s just common decency,” she calls after him.
“He’s with someone?” Bill asks, irritated at the delay.
“I’d tell you to come back later, but they’d probably just be fucking again. Or still. They go at it like rabbits.”
“That must be inconvenient for you,” Bill responds with a hint of empathy.
“Actually, it’s kind of sweet,” she remarks without thinking. She perks up here ears and continues, “She’s almost there. Just a few more seconds.”
Bill rolls his eyes, hesitating as he weighs the alternatives. Just as he is about to walk in the door of the office anyway, they hear a loud shriek.
“Go on in,” Pam indicates with a wave of the hand.
Bill strides to the door and opens it to find Peia sitting half naked on top of a file cabinet with Eric’s face between her legs. Eric turns his head, annoyed,
“Has knocking been abolished? I must have missed the decree.”
Peia quickly slides off the cabinet and pulls her pants up, while Eric wipes his face. She is grinning, stifling a giggle.
“I apologize. I have little time to spare and need to speak with you urgently,” Bill replies, mildly embarrassed by the situation.
The sight of Bill looking uncomfortable quickly dispels Eric’s annoyance at being interrupted.
“Bill, meet Peia. My new deputy.” He gestures rather dramatically toward Peia, who is now fully dressed.
Bill was obviously hoping to not have to interact with Eric’s companion and looks even more uncomfortable, his genteel manners not allowing him to refrain from addressing her now.
Bill holds out his hand. Peia reaches forward to shake it.
“Peia. Nice to finally meet you. Sookie mentioned you have become friends,” Bill says stiffly.
“We should definitely double date,” Eric deadpans.
Peia lets out an awkward laugh.
“Of course she cannot be a vampire deputy, as she is not a vampire,” Bill decides to add, matter-of-factly.
Peia thinks to herself, Sookie didn’t tell him. In the end, she had asked her not to for the time being, but you never know what secrets a girlfriend can keep. During that conversation, Sookie had asked Peia how she could be with Eric, after he did what he did. “I saw you with Spike. I could tell you loved him,” Sookie had said with concern. Peia had replied, “Can you remember that feeling when you were a little kid, after waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare – the terror of the fresh images in the dark. The only thing you want at that moment is for your mom or dad to take you in their arms and tell you everything would be okay? And almost always they’d just tell you to stop crying and go back to bed. But then sometimes, when they were too tired to kick you out, they’d let you crawl into bed for a cuddle. And the instant you felt your mom’s arms around you, all the fear and tension and sadness just melted away. That is what it felt like the first night I came back here and went to Eric. And it wasn’t just a nightmare. What would you sacrifice for that?” Being an orphan, Sookie had understood this vividly – the memory of and desire for that feeling had haunted her for too much of her childhood.
“Is that a rule?” Eric asks, skeptically.
“It would seem to me to be common sense. Don’t you agree?” Bill responds.
“I am quite comfortable with Peia as my deputy,” Eric says, smiling approvingly in Peia’s direction.
“Be that as it may, all new personnel must be vetted and it is up to my discretion.” Bill asserts, more forcefully this time.
Eric, having learned how to pick his battles, decides to let Bill take this one.
“Sorry, my sweet,” Eric shrugs to Peia.
“Shame. Vampire deputy would totally round out my resume. Scientist, writer, bat-wrangler, bouncer, vampire deputy….” Peia comments with mock disappointment.
“If you’ll excuse us,” Bill says to Peia.
“I need to pack,” Peia shrugs to Eric, quickly leaving the room.
Once Bill and Eric are alone, the tone darkens.
“So serious. I think you have aged since taking the throne. Politics getting you down?” Eric comments.
“There have been more incidents with shifters. One was brought in from Alabama, sniffing around Russell’s old place.”
“What did you get before he escaped?” Eric asks.
“It was a she and how did you know she escaped?”
“They are here to send a message. Once the message is delivered, they leave.” Eric answers, having obviously given this some prior thought.
“And what message are they sending?”
“They are testing the strength of the regime – that would be you – and making it clear that someone with power cares,” Eric states with confidence.
“We think they are coming from the west,” Bill offers.
“I can contact Isabel if you like – perhaps they are moving through Texas. I would not be overly concerned. This is common practice whenever a monarch is… replaced.”
“Perhaps you can also inquire of Isabel the inclinations of the King of Texas. It is important to know where we stand with our neighbors.”
Eric nods.
“There is one more thing. Apparently during her interrogation, this shifter mentioned your name,” Bill adds, watching Eric’s reaction intently.
“Was she attactive?” Eric responds quickly.
“This is serious, Eric.”
“My point is that if she is up to my standard and female, there is a decent chance I may have bedded her at some point and the ladies tend to have a hard time letting go,” Eric smirks, confidently.
“I believe the comment was more about your age than your prowess. I need to know I have your full support and loyalty, Eric.”
“Rest assured, I have no interest in being King. If I had, I would be,” Eric replies, pointedly.
Bill is not sure whether or not to be re-assured by Eric’s statement. But he needs to be somewhere, so has to go.
“Let me know what you hear from Isabel,” Bill says as he walks out the door.
Once in the bar area, Bill sees his two guards tied up against the back wall. Before he can react, Peia calls out from across the room,
“Do these guys work for you? Because that’s what they said, but we’ve got a strict no weapons policy in here and they would not relinquish, so I had to take them down.”
Bill frowns as he looks back at Eric. Eric smiles.
**
The next morning, just before sun-up, Peia and Eric are back at the townhouse. Peia is throwing a few things into a bag as Eric stands, watching.
“I have my cell phone and charger, so I will text you when I get there. I’ll be at the Marriot.”
“I should come with you,” Eric repeats.
They had been arguing about this for the past week.
“Like I said a thousand times, I can do what I need to do faster alone; not having to worry about avoiding the sun. I will be fine.”
“Do not get into any trouble. You are my responsibility,” he responds, deflecting.
“I don’t know if I will be flying back or driving back. I will let you know.”
Eric nods. Of course he is sending someone to track her, but he still feels uncomfortable letting her go without him.
“You will return on Tuesday?” Eric hears himself ask, even though she had told him many times.
Peia, sensing his trepidation, stops packing for a minute to stand and look him in the eye.
“If I were going to leave you, Eric, I wouldn’t tell you I was going or make up stories. And I wouldn’t take my cell phone. If I were going to leave you, I’d just be gone,” she states plainly.
Not particularly comforted by her words, he nods and allows her to finish packing and leave without further comment.
A few minutes after Peia leaves, Pam comes to the door.
“You sent Alcide to follow her? I thought he wasn’t working for us anymore.”
“He needed the money. And I just might have something on his ex-girlfriend that he would prefer to keep quiet.” After a pause, he adds as though justifying the choice to himself, “I needed a daywalker who I knew would have empathy for a pretty young woman and I could not risk sending a human.”
“Anyway, he called to say he is on his way and will check in once they are both on the plane.”
“Good.”
“How’s the coffin working out for you? Gettin’ more rest?” Pam inquires. Eric had told her about the sleep situation when she called him out for being moody. Pam does not deal well with moodiness, especially when her maker can be a right bastard when he is in a bad one.
Instead of saying anything, he just makes an odd sort of growly noise.
“That good, eh?”
“I could not rest in the coffin. It is perplexing. I have had that model for at least a decade without issue. But it feels strange to me.”
“We’ll go shopping for a new one. A vampire down in Alexandria opened up a showroom last year. I hear she’s got some good stuff,” Pam offers, helpfully. Shopping always makes things better.
Eric nods, happy for a reason to get away.
**
Alcide is standing on a sidewalk outside a club named “The Angry Hen”, looking uncomfortable. He frowns down at the iPhone in his hand, which is loudly playing the LMFAO song, “Sexy and I know it”. After a few seconds of spastically running his finger over the face of it, the music stops and he brings the phone to his ear and says, “hello?”
“You have not answered any of my texts,” Eric’s voice states, annoyed.
“So that’s what all those beeps were about. Sorry. I haven’t used one of these before,” Alcide responds with a complete lack of sarcasm.
“Why am I not surprised?” Eric sighs back.
“Nice ringtone,” Alcide snips.
Pam had been the one to load that ringtone, smirking at the thought of Alcide’s mortification.
“Have you been able to trail her discretely?” Eric inquires.
“Sure,” Alcide responds.
“And?” Eric asks, impatiently.
“She’s fine. No trouble.”
“What has she been doing?” Eric responds, irritated that this information was not immediately offered.
“Not much. Post office. Bank. Comic book store. Talked to a guy there for a while, appeared to give him some money. Went for a run in the afternoon…”, Alcide’s voice trails off.
“Where is she now?”
“In a club.”
“What is she doing?”
“Dancing.”
“Dancing?”
“I believe you are familiar with the concept, seeing as that is what people do in your club.”
“Is she dancing with anyone?”
“Not really. Other women sometimes. Looks like she is having fun. Drinking and such.”
“What kind of music?”
“I don’t know. Dance music.”
Eric pulls the phone away from his ear, aggressively rolling his eyes. He sighs and brings the phone back.
“Can you be more specific?”
“Not really. All sounds the same to me.”
“There is an app on your phone called Shazam. I want you to launch it every time she is dancing to something.”
“Why does it matter what music she is dancing to?”
“I am not paying you to ask why. Just do it.”
“Fine. Is that all?”
“The women she is dancing with. What do they look like?”
“Seriously?” Alcide asks, feeling totally uncomfortable with this job – spying is not his thing.
“Yes.”
“Uh, ok looking, I guess. Athletic? I think this may be a gay bar— an unusually high percentage of women.” Another reason for Alcide to be uncomfortable hanging around. That, plus he is FREEZING. Totally did not come prepared for a New York spring.
“Text me when she returns to the hotel,” Eric orders, not waiting for a response before hanging up.
It has been a weird couple of days. Alcide does not like flying and he definitely doesn’t like being somewhere new and unfamiliar. It had been difficult to trail Peia without being seen – even as a wolf, he would stand out, so he has mostly kept to human form. Eric had told him his main job was to alert him if she started making trouble with vampires (or was threatened in any way), intervening as necessary. But now Eric seemed obsessively interested in her every move. Pam had described Peia as Eric’s girlfriend, but he was used to not trusting the information given to him and had learned not to ask too many questions. A relationship seemed so unlikely, as the woman he had been trailing appeared much too normal, for lack of a better word. There must be something else. Still, the last few phone calls did have an aura of jealousy. Whatever. At least he hasn’t had to fight anyone. He would just do the job, get the money and (lord knows why) protect Debbie’s reputation so she could get that job she’d been after. There was a part of him that hoped steady work might clear her head and bring her back. So he would put up with Eric’s shit one more time.
The next day was not much different. Peia was up and out early, ran a few more errands (an office building, a library, a book store) and then stopped at a sports field on the edge of town to watch a rugby match. Alcide recognized one of the players as the woman she had danced with at the club the night before. He has a brief, tantalizing thought that perhaps Peia had cheated on Eric with this woman and even more amusing to him, he decided that if this were true, he would definitely not tell Eric. Alas, there was no sign of anything non-platonic between them. After the match, Peia stayed for a post-game beer (or five) – a keg had been rolled out to the field at halftime. Next, she went for a long walk. He had almost lost her then, as there was no way to discretely follow her by car. In a panic after he had lost site and smell of her, he remembered that Pam had said he could track the location of her phone with his. It took him a while to figure out exactly how to do this, but eventually, he was able to track her to a nearby town.
Pulling up to the location indicated on the phone, he sees her walking up the long driveway to what used to be a fairly large stone house at the end of a dead-end street. There are only ruins there now – a pile of rubble left untouched. It is not clear what caused the damage – a fire? An explosion? Something else? All that is left are collapsed walls, some charred wood and the remains of a large chimney.
Alcide stays in the car, observing with a pair of binoculars that are rather ridiculous in their size – an old pair of birding binocs that his grandfather had used decades ago. But they did the job.
Peia’s pace slows considerably as she approaches the collapsed piles of stone. She looks weary. After a moment of inactivity, he sees her stride forward purposely and upon reaching the old chimney, disappear behind it. Once she is out of view, he decides to sit back a minute and drink the now lukewarm coffee he had bought at the last gas station. Warm in the car, he feels his eyelids get heavy. Just as he is about to drift off, there is a loud knock on the glass of his door. He looks up, startled and sees Peia standing outside. She is saying something, but it takes his brain a moment to process the words.
“Hey, wolf guy. I need your help with something,” she says, looking flushed and sweaty.
He rolls down the window and mumbles a confused and unconvincing denial,
“Who? Wolf guy? What are you, crazy?”
“I know Eric hired you to follow me. It’s fine. I won’t tell him I know. Come on,” she says, breathlessly, waving him out.
He slides out of the car with a deep frown, not sure what to do or say.
“Was I that obvious?” Alcide asks with concern.
“Oh my god, SO obvious. I mean, no, you did fine with the stealthiness, but you stick out like crazy around here. Seriously, is there anywhere people don’t notice you when you walk down the street?” She says, laughing.
Feeling a little embarrassed, he just shakes his head and says, “What do you need?”
“Follow me,” she says as she walks briskly back toward the ruined house. Once they get to a particular place in the rubble, she explains, “I need you to help me move a few of these bits – I need to see up into the chimney.”
He nods and they both pull at some pieces of broken up stone wall. When they move enough to reveal a two-foot wide hole in the base of the chimney, Peia squats down and puts her head in.
“Aw, what’s that smell?” Alcide scowls, pulling his arm over his nose.
“Guano. I hope,” Peia responds as she looks up into the cavity.
“Bats?” Alcide asks, moving closer.
“Can you tell if it’s fresh? I can’t smell very well anymore.”
Alcide takes his arm away.
“I think so.” He squats down next to Peia, listening. “But I don’t hear movement.”
“If they are alive, they are hibernating,” she responds, nervously.
She reaches her arm up and feels the inner sides of stone. She brings her arms down and sits back.
“Well?” Alcide asks.
“They’re there. Some of them, anyway. I can’t believe it,” She says with awe, her heart leaping with excitement.
“I am a little afraid to ask, but why do you care so much about bats?”
“They were pets. A colony of vampire bats. I helped look after them, before. I thought for sure they would die in this climate without the heaters.” Truth be told, she had developed an affection for these little ugly creatures in her care. And they were something that survived, a link to a better time. She continues, “We have to take them with us.”
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