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Karma's Muse	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 5882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Karma's Muse
- 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
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
- 15
- 16
- 17
"What do you mean…kill you?"
Dr. Ludwig was shocked, appalled, intrigued, and afraid all in the matter of a heartbeat. But mostly she was just intrigued; being a scientist she couldn't help it. It was like seeing something horrific about to happen and wanting to turn away, only to find you couldn't stop watching. She shook her head a little and crossed her eyes. She even pinched her arm until she yelped; just to make sure she wasn't asleep. What the hell was happening in the world that made it all seem to being going down the flusher?
The Pythoness just sat, cool as a cucumber, and drank her tea as if they were talking about something trivial, like the weather. As a matter of fact, she was extremely amused by her old friend's upset; delighting in her dramatics.
"Okay, I get it now. You're fucking with me." Ludwig said, shoving away from the table. She jumped up and started to pace all the while working into a rant. "I've put up with a lot- and I do mean a lot of shit over the years- but this? Oh…" She threw her hands up in exasperation; stopped to count to ten, decided on twenty, and then with a sharp breath continued. "I am NOT amused, this is NOT funny, and I don't need or want to be responsible for any of it. How could you even possible think I would be- what?" She stuttered finding a metaphor. "Your- your- grim fucking reaper?"
Her shoulders slumped and she whined. "Have you gone mad?"
The last was said tiredly as all energy seemed to have left her. All she wanted was to go upstairs, pop a Valium, and forget this night had ever happened- but she was in the Twilight Zone apparently.
"Are you done yet?" The Pythoness stated while brushing crumbs off her lap; still completely unaffected. "I mean if you’re not that's fine. I just wanted to know if I should eat another cookie or-" She winked, "explain."
Dr. Ludwig's face mottled with purple and bright red outrage. Her little hands were fisted at her sides and she was thinking that killing her friend might not be so hard after all. She ground out her teeth and narrowed her eyes. "What- pray tell- could you possibly explain?"
She exploded, jumping in place, and looking ever more the barking Chihuahua. "THERE IS NO EXPLAINATION!"
The Pythoness shrugged and grabbed another cookie. "So I'm taking that your answer is- No?"
"Of course it's NO," Dr. Ludwig answered and then shook her finger at her. "Wait- what are you talking about?"
"That you're-" The Pythoness giggled, her mouth full and in mid chew; glassy white eyes twinkling. "-not done yet."
"Arggg! You- Are- Impossible!" She screamed, stamping her foot with each word.
The Pythoness thankfully swallowed the bolus before she choked, because she was practically in hysterics now and shaking with laughter. Her many sagging wrinkles swayed and jiggled; bloody tears escaped to fall on her cheeks.
Dr. Ludwig found all of the sudden that she couldn't help herself either. She burst out with the nervous titters and worked up to an all-out fit; joining her friend in the insanity and finding that it was (she was) quite humorous. Her hand was slapping her knee and tears were leaking from the corners of her eyes too. She actually thought she just might pee her pants; so quickly crossed her legs where she stood until the feeling passed.
"Oh Anna…only you."
The Pythoness had calmed slightly but was still chuckling. She motioned for the doctor to reclaim her seat, while wiping her face with a napkin and retracted the fangs that had emerged in her gaiety.
With a loud sigh and a loving grin she took Ludwig's hand into her own; who had scooted her chair to be closer; finally ready to listen.
"We have been through much together."
Her words were no less stating a fact but the emotion they evoked was strong. She was more serious but looked towards the wall; her voice sounding reminiscent, as if lost in a memory. "I have come to you not as my title, not for what I represent or even for my own selfish reasons." She paused smiling at nothing. "You are what some would call, my best friend." Her hand squeezed the doctor's gently. "I ask this of you because it is my destiny to step down. I have seen it. This very special girl has been chosen just as I once was. And the only way for her to truly ascend is for me to…"
Dr. Ludwig's whole body was starting to tremble and a foreboding chill had settled into her very bones. Moisture was dripping down her face once more, only this time it wasn't from joy.
"Don't say it…please." She begged, shaking her head in denial.
Her heart felt in a binding grip and she didn't realize she'd been holding her breath until the dots in her vision and dizzy sensation had made the whoosh of her intake break the dam. Her wracking sobs filled the room and the Pythoness just patted the small hand she held; not really amused anymore.
"I must Anna." She said delicately. "My time has come to an end. And like all things magical or mundane; for every addition there must be a subtraction."
The Ancient crone with the strength and agility of an athlete pulled the pint sized woman out of her chair and into her lap. She stroked her short cropped honeyed hair and held her against her chest. "You are the only living person who knows my secret; I can go to no-one else as it would expose this knowledge and put my successor in danger." She rocked a little, hoping her soothing voice was comforting Ludwig; who had slowly went into a catatonic state; her anguish and tears now silent but still progressive. "You know I cannot die by normal means."
Ludwig stiffened to sit up straight in her arms. Her face glistened in the candlelight but she staunched her tears, willing them to stop. Use your noggin, she scolded herself; quickly going about drying her face with her pajama sleeves. She tried to keep up with the rapid firing of her neurons as her brain worked on finding a solution.
"But you had me give her the Ambrosia and I thought-" She swallowed the lump that had started to reform in her throat. "I thought that meant she was to be-"
The Pythoness interrupted her. "C'mon Anna, think- you're smarter than that. You knew she wouldn't just be a hybrid." Her voice gentled. "You just didn't want to admit it to yourself and I can't blame you. This is not an easy thing. But nothing for the greater good ever is."
Ludwig had flashes before her eyes of all the wonderful and sometimes ghastly times she had shared with her most beloved friend. All the conversations. All the adventures. They played for her like the reel of a movie in her mind. She didn't know if she could let it all go.
"Why?" She whispered.
"Because she is the catalyst for preventing what's to come." The Pythoness easily responded. "And because you and she have a common connection."
Ludwig audibly gasped aloud but the Pythoness shook her head for her to remain silent. "She will need not only your guidance and tutelage; but the anchor you will provide to keep her from evil."
Unable to heed the unspoken request to keep her mouth shut, Ludwig blurted out in disbelief. "What common anything could we possibly have?"
The Pythoness snorted having expected the interruption and was smiling once again. She lifted the doctor's face up with a finger and with renewed mischief dropped the bomb.
"Why Anna, I thought you would have recognized it as soon as you saw her…" Her voice became hushed in mocking making Ludwig cock an eyebrow and get miffed. "Well obviously I didn't," she spat, "so spill it."
The Pythoness broke out into a full mouthed grin; poking her on the nose.
"Ahhh, there you are. I thought you were gone for a minute. But it would seem you've bounced back."
Dr. Ludwig grumbled and pursed her lips together making a face. She looked ready to start her tirade up all over again but The Pythoness put her hands up in surrender.
"Okay-okay, I'll tell you." She laughed, finding how the little woman was crossing her arms in petulant indignation utterly adorable.
She cleared her throat and soberly announced. "You and Alana are both the last of your kind."
Ludwig thought she had misheard at first and just sat on her lap unmoving. She blinked a couple times waiting for her to say something different. And then the information slowly sank in.
"WHAT!"
She jumped out of the Pythoness's lap to resume her pacing, while rapidly speaking a mile a minute and shouting out profanities.
That went well, the Pythoness thought; pouring herself more tea and grabbing another cookie.
She shifted her purple robes to cross her legs; leaning back in her chair while sighing in bittersweet contentment…she really was going to miss watching her favorite show.

The squishing sound was followed by a crunch. Broken windpipe- check. Severed carotid- check. Dislocated mandible- check.
Popping off the young Soldier of the Sun's head like a dandelion weed- priceless.
Sprays coated the bright yellow walls as the twitching remains crumbled to the floor; jerking on the ground in contractions before ceasing in finality; the ketchup pattern on the mustard palette would have made Andy Warhol proud.
Stan was spitting out bits of visceral tissue from his mouth like pumpkin seeds; the Viking was- well, he really didn't know at the moment where Eric had disappeared to.
They had breached the five bedroom colonial not too long ago- it was almost too easy, Stan realized thinking back on it.
He'd waltzed right through the front door after glamouring the one who'd answered it to invite him in. Eric had descended from the roof to gain entrance through an attic window; Stan having sent the same human to go up and extend the same invitation. The Viking had taken care of those on the upper level while Stan went to work murdering the fools down below. The FOTS bunch had been at a card table playing poker. Stan had quickly assessed that out of the whole lot; not one had a dropped nut sack between them- easy fucking pickings.
Stan shrugged, tossing the dripping head onto the floor to kick it; making a goal into the fireplace. He swung his fisted arm down sharply, "Score," then stepped over the other corpses, walking to the bottom of the stairwell; licking his fingers clean and shouting up.
"Hey-Northman."
A tap on his shoulder had him swinging around, only to find that his partner was already behind him sporting a smirk.
"Basement is empty, but she was there not too long ago. Her scent is fresh- as well as two others humans I detect. They must've just moved her before we arrived."
Stan was hopping mad at the news. "God-mother-fuck-fuck-damn-it!"
He stomped a cowboy boot almost losing his footing on the gore. Eric ignored the outburst, crouching down to cup a puddle of the ooze in his hand; bringing it to his lips to drink.
"So much better when it's fresh from the tap." He sighed to himself, standing up and turning to walk out the door.
"Wait, what's the plan now?" Stan asked his retreating back as Eric never broke stride.
He didn't get an answer and found himself speeding to catch up with the long gait of the six foot four Viking.
"Hell-O-" Stan grabbed Eric's arm only to find himself shaken off like he was nothing more than an annoying child.
Eric stopped after reaching the row of miniature spruce trees garnishing the fence line. His eyes closed shut as he turned his face slightly upward to the wind. The bare sculpted back of him, being so pale; almost seemed to glow like marble from the moonbeams shining down on it. He blended right in with the shrubbery as an undead garden statue.
Yet still he said nothing and Stan realized- finally, that he was using his senses to track where they had taken Belle. So for once he kept quiet and just waited, even though it was positively killing him inside to do so. Stan wasn't the silent brooding type. He was the- in your face, here I am, now go fuck yourself type.
"Eric-" Stan whispered loudly, having lost patience. "Psst, Eric- hey."
Stan was tapping him on the bicep as he couldn't quite reach his shoulder and didn't want to stand on his tippy-toes to try.
"E-r-r-i-c."
Eric opened one ice blue eye to look down at him, finding the cowboy "working his last nerve"; as the girls at his bar would say when dealing with an irritating customer.
He was just tapping away still, even though he was getting the hairy eyeball from Eric; Stan remained unfazed and insistent. "Do ya think we can hurry this along- there buddy…Belle ain't got much time."
His hazel eyes looked tortured with something akin to grief. For the Viking this was all about winning; showing those weak humans who was top of the food chain and putting them in their place. For Stan it was so much more than that. Eric needed to understand why, if only to help explain some of his own bizarre reactions and feelings for Sookie. He supposed he would just have to tolerate this infernal Billy the Kid with bite.
So he kept his temper at bay, thinking maybe inviting him to Louisiana had been a lapse in judgment; resisting the urge to knuckle punch his goatee off his face- for now.
"We go east." Eric's bland tone and robotic monotone betrayed none of his inner displeasure at the other's pestering. "Hop on my back. It will be quicker."
Stan blanched, if at all possible for an already colorless vampire, and paused.
"You want me to fly?" He nervously questioned, unconsciously backing up a step and looking ready to flee. "I'm sure I can keep up just fine. Just take the lead and-"
"No." Eric cut him off.
"But-" Stan started.
"We can't risk having the humans detect us with you on the ground." Eric hissed out, his teeth clenched in frustration. "If we are to locate her- and soon- we need to stay together." He suffered with the last word because it totally contradicted what he was feeling at the moment.
Stan seemed to think on his words at an agonizingly slow pace. Eric switched tactics. "I understand. You're afraid of heights, right?"
"I'm not scared of nothing." Stan retorted quickly.
"Then Isobel doesn't mean that much to you?" Eric calmly offered.
Stan narrowed his eyes and wanted to attack the much older vampire for the purposed insult. "Don't you ever say that again." He said in a very low voice.
"So then what's the problem?" Eric resumed as if Stan wasn't looking ready to tackle him.
"Nuthin- not a damn thing." Stan stomped over to Eric and growled. "Well…bend your big ass down- I can hardly climb up on ya if you're erect."
"It's not my fault you're vertically challenged." Eric quipped becoming amused. "Besides, can't you just jump…I really don't feel like bending over."
"Are you serious?" Stan chastised. "I mean really. I want to make sure I have a good hold of ya before I mount."
"Believe me- once you get on this ride, you're NOT falling off." Eric said it with that husky laugh of his, pissing Stan off all the more.
"Damn-it Eric, just crouch down-"
"Sweet baby Jesus." A woman's voice gasped out in alarm.
They both looked over in surprise to where the voice had originated from in the neighboring yard. They saw a woman in her upper fifties wearing a housecoat; her salt and pepper hair was up in rollers and she was clutching a flashlight with a look of utter horror on her face. And because they were startled by her outburst, they both clicked down their fangs instantaneously.
The woman didn't notice that right away though. All she was focusing on was the fact that while investigating strange noises coming from the garden, she'd stumbled unawares on two men; one half naked and bending down, so the other could come up on his behind and "mount him".
Eric was half bent towards the ground and Stan's one leg was raised onto his hip in mid climb. They both thought she was afraid in discovering two vampires, but what the woman said next quickly changed their minds.
"What you two are doing is just SINFUL," She scolded, clucking her tongue while wagging a finger. "It's against the bible and God will punish you for-" her voice died on her lips as the flashlight illuminated their incisors.
"Oh- my…"
She clutched at her chest dropping the flashlight.
Eric was thinking he was going to have to go over and take the nosy neighbor out before she raised an alarm; but the woman promptly fainted on the spot, dropping onto her back with a soft thud to the grass.
Stan's warm timbered laugh started assaulting Eric's ears.
"If you tell anyone about this Stan- I will have your fangs." The Viking warned, no longer finding taunting him about his fear of heights funny anymore and more worried for his reputation.
"Don't fret Eric," Stan said between chuckles, climbing the rest of the way up. "I won't tell anyone about riding you like a bucking bronco." He guffawed.
Eric shot up into the air like a rocket before Stan felt secure; getting revenge for the cowboy's taunts; making him give a small girly scream and clutch Eric's neck like a life preserver.
"You are an asshole Northman." Stan snarled into the now smirking Viking's ear.
"I know." He replied speeding faster in the air. "It's my most endearing quality- don't you think."
Stan gave no come back as he was clenching his eyes shut; Eric having done some round about turning maneuvers, dipping and rolling them sometimes upside down.
"I hate you." Stan whispered with venom.
Eric just continued to laugh, racing away in the direction he'd hoped to find Isobel, and deciding the cowboy's company really wasn't all that bad.

The new location that Isobel had been hauled to was in fact a place very near and dear to the psychotic reverend. She couldn't be sure exactly if it was in his own personal home or not; but she recognized a torture room when she saw it. Her silver netting had been replaced with silver shackles; binding her spread eagle onto a large wooden wheel that was center pieced among various hooks and harnesses dropping from the ceiling in the soundproofed chamber.
They had stripped her of all her clothes leaving her naked and vulnerable. Of course this had been for a different reason other than just killing her. Steve had roughly groped her most intimate places, violating orifices with objects; jeering at her screams and protests, while the one named Gabe had just watched; patiently waiting for his turn.
In all her years living and undead; she'd never felt more humiliated.
Besides thoughts of pay back, she'd found herself actually wishing they would just plunge that silver tipped dildo through her heart.
"I wouldn't want you meeting the sun without a proper send off." Steve hushed into her ear, pinching one of her nipples so hard she thought he'd twist it off.
The pain she could endure but the slow and deliberate rape of not only her body but her soul; was breaking her mentally down fast. She struggled against the gag.
"What's the matter whore- anxious for more?" He drawled, his eyes crazy and in rapture. "Gabe hand me my riding crop."
He never looked away from her. He just waited, staring her down in menace, for the requested object to be placed into his outstretched hand. She was too weak now to even attempt glamour and he knew it. The only thing Steve seemed more delighted with, other than her torture, was the fact she healed so quickly; if only Norma could do that, he mused; there wouldn't be any fabricated explanations needed after their sessions.
"Um- Mr. Newlin." Gabe spoke tentatively. "Do you think maybe I could have a go at her now?"
Steve broke eye contact with her to swing around and give his "general" and new best bud a proud smile. "Absolutely Gabe- anything for my favorite employee." He winked.
After he had recovered from his little breakdown, he'd felt renewed and in closer friendship with the man he'd previously thought of killing. He graciously stepped away and swept his arm out towards her. "The bitch is all yours."
Gabe gave him a satisfied grin. "Thanks Steve."
He grabbed a blindfold as he still didn't trust she wouldn't do any mind meld on him, and with a leer stepped towards her; his yellowed teeth even more disgusting in the fluorescent lights.
"I told you how this would end sweetheart." Gabe gloated, his rank stale breath offending her nostrils.
He fastened the black silk scarf in place over her head and slowly ran his slimy tongue up her neck as she started to cry. "Don't mind if I do." He said, figuring a little V would heighten his experience; licking her cheeks now to catch the fallen blood tears.
"Hey, how is that stuff Gabe?" Steve asked with curiosity, leaning against the concrete wall off to the side; enjoying the show.
"Like a virgin's pussy." Gabe answered while unbuckling his belt, making Steve burst out with a hoot. "Well then- I guess I'm gonna have to try me some too."
Steve walked back to be next to the wheel and gingerly leaned forward; his own tongue reluctantly plunging out as if on a double dog dare. He was about to make contact with Isobel's face; her whimpers giving him courage as well as a raging woody.
But he never got a chance to find out what her blood could do for him, because just at that moment the door to the room was kicked in. The sheer velocity and force had sent it to fly off its hinges into splintered pieces across the room.
Steve and Gabe were both startled; swinging around to see what had happened at the same time. Stark and unbridled fear sank into the pits of their stomachs; dread replacing their erections…as two very irate vampires thundered in with a roar.
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