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The Sins of the Father

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So this story is not like my first one. It will be darker than Drink Deeply is. SO Warning if you only love reading stories where Eric is a cuddly teddy bar. And Godric is happy and content. DO NOT READ FURTHER. I am not very nice to our favorite leading men.. But this has been in my head since before even drink deeply was ever thought of.

Disclaimer.. I do not own any characters except the few oc’s I in this to help the story.

I hope you enjoy.

 

 

Chapter one  

 

 Godric Pov

I have walked this earth for over three thousand years. I have taken many lives, and have seen centuries old kingdoms crumble.You don’t live as long as I have and not incur enemies.A thousand years is a long time to bear no sins. My life, my past is stained with the blood of thousands. What would you expect from the Child death? But even I know I’m not that monster anymore. Not since I turned Eric, my beloved child. His love for life and his humanity started me rethinking some of my more harsh tendencies. I wasn’t easy on him, but I had sworn before I ever met him that I would never be my maker. Yet, how long did I go on treating everything the way he did. I enjoyed it, the power over life and death, the thrill of torture. Looking back,  I like to think I was different, but I can not deny the underlying sadist that sometimes lays just below the surface.

 

I look out the window from my penthouse at the Dallas skyline. My regret, my deepest shame is keeping  Eric in the dark about his family’s killer. How could I tell him that it was my blood brother Russell? That my twisted and sick in the head brother slaughtered his family. He has a thousand years on me. And even if I could kill him, Russell’s mate is older than Eric. There is no doubt Russell would take me with him on his way out.

 

I know one day I will have to tell him, but he has found his mate and is happy. Could I take their happiness to assuage my guilt? Sookie has had enough hardships in her life, it would be cruel to interfere. And it would only make Eric hate me. A fact that would kill me. I love my child and I have come to enjoy his love for me. No, my secret will die with me, it shall be my sin to bare.

 

Taking an unneeded deep breath, I let out a long sigh. As the sun sets over the horizon, y phone rings on my desk where I had left it all day charging. Picking it up, I answer to only hear my child’s frantic voice.

 

“Master she is gone! I can’t feel where she is exactly! Only that she is in pain. Who would have taken her Master?” My frantic child says over the other line.

 

“Peace my son, who is missing? Is Sookie alright, or has she  gotten into trouble again?” That girl was a trouble magnet, though she brought much excitement to our lives.

 

“No, Sookie is fine I have ordered guards, which, I will confess she isn’t pleased about right now.  I have not had time to tell her what is going on. It’s Pam, Master! She has been kidnapped and I feel a subtle pull to Mississippi. But that can’t be right?”

 

Closing my eyes, I could see Sookie throwing a fit over being guarded but my heart would have stopped beating had I been human. Pam is missing and is in the direction of Russell.

 

“Do not make a rash decision my son, I will be with you before the end of this night. I will right this wrong, and we will get our Pammy back.”  I tried to sound reassuring. I once was called death, the child to kill his own maker thousands of years ago, when I was but three hundred years into this life.

 

That is a choice I have never regretted until this night. I had always thought Russel never knew who killed his beloved maker. Could I have been wrong? I should have killed my brother when I had a chance.If I had, Eric’s family would not have been killed and Pam would not be in danger. We need a plan; Russell will not go without a fight.

 

Pulling myself out of my thoughts I move at vampire speed to pack some clothes to take with me. Once I had my bags zipped and in the car I headed to the airport: My private jet would be faster than public airlines.I dial the one number I thought I would never have to use again.

 

“Godric? What has you calling me after all these years? It is not like we have kept in touch.”    I look out the window of the plane I swallow my pride.

 

“Evening Rowena, I may have need of your help. My grandchild has been taken by my brother. And it just so happens my brother is the one my child seeks for vengeance on behalf of his mortal family, he just doesn’t it know it yet. Russell is much older, as you know. “

 

I waited with baited breath as the other side was silent for much longer than i would have liked.

“Well, I told you to kill him when you killed your maker. But you held hope that with Appius out of the way that he would not be as bloodthirsty and cruel. Yet you, yourself leave quite the bloody trail through history. my old friend. What makes you think you will be able to kill him this time?”

 

She was right when she said that I had been warned to kill my brother. Which I had every intention of doing. I;d had the stake poised over his chest, but the sight of him at rest, and knowing first hand what Appius could make you do, I wanted to believe that once we were free things would change. But I was wrong. It’s terrifying to admit when you are wrong, even to yourself.

 

“He has My grandchild, he is after my child. I will not let him have them. I will kill him this time.” I vowed. I heard her sigh on the other end of the phone.

 

“I will aid you in your quest to free your you bloodline of Russell, he did, after all, slaughter my clan all those years ago. Though I will not be able to make the full journey alone. I shall send my granddaughter ahead of me. She is a  natural witch and my chosen successor. She is much closer to  where your child is. Do not move until I get there,” the line went dead.
So now I just needed to come up with a full plan which shall will include my child not finding out about my connection to Russell, and Russell’s connection to him.

 

 

 

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Season’s Greetings

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Hey everyone, Thank you so much  for all the love you have shown Drink Deeply And Dream. It was not long ago I posted that the muse was done.(summed up). Well that was when the pesky confusing little nymph decides to start working again.

 

This season is a very busy one for a lot of people. But I have my shopping done and its all wrapped.:)  I shop all year round finding things on sale.(my cousin has a thing for flipflops.So I hit the big sales at the end of summer) While I don’t have a finished chapter to post. I can promise  Chapter 10 is in the works.Currently at 1707 words!

 

But there is an other in the works….yep that’s right I am working on a second fan-fiction. It doesn’t have a working title but its on chapter two and not even my beta has seen it yet.Oh and there is more  the muse is itching  for me to map out a third….Talk about confusing voices in ones head. If it is not Callie screaming at me, then surely it is .. Oh wait a minute I can’t tell you yet..You don’t know the person. to my delight Godric,and Eric and been silent so far thank the stars.. :3  Oh and I’m working an original story!  It seems the magic of the season has got its hold on me.

 

So with the muse dancing to imaginary music that only she can hear ,the song she sings I barely understand. She is a cruel mistress. I bid you a very Merry Holiday. I hope yours is filled with family and magic.

 

 

Have a happy weekend

Autumnchild.

 

 

Drink Deeply and Dream Chapter 9

Greetings, I hope you all will like this chapter it is one the longer ones I have posted.Let me just say that this chapter gave me hell.I had rewritten it a hundred times. I couldn’t choose how i wanted this one to go. But as,usual my Beta is amazingly patient. ❤

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Chapter 9

Callie’s Pov

There were only a few cars parked in the lot when we pulled up to the Museum. I didn’t want to wait for him to open the door so I slid out of the vehicle: He was at my side in seconds. “I would have gotten that for you,” he said, sounding slightly hurt.

I smiled at him, “I know. But if we are going to keep seeing each other, you are going to have to get used to letting me do things for myself. I’m not ungrateful, but I wasn’t raised to be so delicate.” He nodded and returned my smile.

“A niece of Octavia’s wouldn’t be so delicate anyway, but there is nothing wrong with letting a man treat you like a lady. Shall we, continue my dear?” I nodded as he offered me his arm and, like a sap, I took it.

“Yes, I am eager to see the exhibit.”

He chuckled. “As am I, my dear.” The reception hall was barely filled with people. Not many in these parts value history like I do: Most my own age don’t. Rick grabbed a pamphlet and handed it to me. On the front, it read, “This Exhibit is sponsored by Northstar Inc. Speaker: Mr. Alexander Skarsgård, a Historian on loan to us from New York.” I just nodded and smiled softly.

Did he know Octavia? I shouldn’t be so surprised, she is much older than anyone can know. Rumors even say she is one of the ancients. If he knows her, I wonder what else he may know? It would explain why she called me out of the blue.

“Is something wrong? I thought you would be happy coming here. We could leave…”

I interrupted him, “No, I am happy, I’ve just got a lot on my mind. Come on, I’d love to hear about your favorite part of history.” I was proud of myself for such a nice change of subject. I could think of the connection between my charming new boyfriend and the only mother I have known some other time.

They had the designs for real Viking ships on display, and not the ones you see in the movies. Next to them were pictures of houses and the camps, and mannequins dressed in the regalia of that time. I watched my date’s face as he stared at each item as if recalling a distant memory: Knowing how old he was, he probably was.

“This, Min Alskare, would have been something you would have worn back then,” he said as he pointed to a female mannequin
I smiled as I looked on curiously. It was nothing like you saw in the movies. I stepped back and took in the wonderful and neat artifacts hanging from the walls or plastic human statues.

“What language was that?“ I couldn’t help but incline my head to one side in interest.

“Swedish, it means my love. I remember much of the dialect from those days.” I was unable to contain my rising thrill at the possible chance to learn the language.

“Overwhelming, is it not, how time seems to shift and change? Yet so much remains the same. You would have been a shieldmaiden.”

I shook my head, “I don’t think so: I’m nothing like those women. They were strong and fierce.”

He smiled, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Come, I do believe the seminar is starting shortly.”

I followed him into a small auditorium: The red carpet was faded and the stage was brightly lit. I lead the way to the middle center row: I wanted to see our speaker. Rick sat next to me, his hand in mine. “I wonder if the speaker will meet with me after the show. I want to thank him for the chance to experience some of Sweden’s culture.”

The twinkle in Rick’s eyes is back. “I think I can arrange something. I could try to find Mr. Skarsgård and see if he would meet with us?” Elated at the thought of meeting the man behind this show I nodded. I folded my pamphlet into my purse and placed my hands on my lap, absently looking around the room. It was reasonable in size and was slowly filling up with people.

What should I ask Mr. Skarsgård when I meet him? I don’t want to waste such an opportunity to learn all I can from an actual Swede. One who may very well has had Viking ancestors. Dorky? I know, but there’s nothing like learning things you didn’t know before.
A buzzing in my pocket told me my phone was ringing: I pulled it out and the name on the caller ID was one I thought I would never see again.

Aiden

My heart nearly stopped, my breath caught. Should I answer or let it ring? It had been a long time since I had any contact with my other family. He would only be calling if it was important. I sighed as I pressed the answer button, “Is everything okay? You haven’t called in years! How did you get this number?”

He sounded like he was his normal self, “Peaches, how’s it going kid? I’ve always had your number. We need to talk. Tonight. Where are you?” Oh no! This is not happening.”

“I’m not free tonight. Sorry, maybe another time?”

“Are you in trouble Peaches? You always have time for family.”

I rolled my eyes at his nerve. “Do not lecture me on family Aiden! It’s been what? Over ten years?! Tell me what is going on or what you need. And stop pretending you care about me.” I was done! If there is anything studying magic and Vampires has taught me it’s the past is best left in the past.

“I am not pretending Peaches; I have always loved you. You don’t know how badly I wanted to call.”

“Aiden, why are you calling now?” I heard him breathe out an unneeded sigh and mumble something about demanding. I didn’t care what he thought about me, my very hot date would be back and I didn’t want to explain things just then.

“Well, Octavia called us and said something about a party for a certain birthday girl.”

She didn’t! She wouldn’t?! “There is no party and you do not have to show up.” He chuckled. “I need to go now Aiden. If there is nothing else?” I wanted to end that phone call quick!

“Later Peaches.” I hung up and shoved my phone into my purse, I was going to call Octavia about calling Aiden. All those nights I cried? Wanting to be with Marco and my brothers. The memory of Marco’s soft eyes as he would sing me to sleep. The only father I ever knew. That was before he sent me away of course. I remember asking what I did wrong. Many nights after, when I would be alone at night living in a foster house, I would find myself asking the same question. Until Octavia found me. Before I could fall further into sadness the pair of perfect eyes came into view.

“Everything alright my love? You seem distracted.”

I hadn’t heard him return. “Yeah, I’m okay. It could just be all the different artifacts.” It wasn’t a lie, I had been drawn to a lot of the swords in the clear glass cases which were placed around the room.
“Yes, I can see how it would be exciting. We will get to meet the guest speaker after the program. Once I explained how interested you are in his historical culture he was more than happy to meet with us.” His eyes lit up with the happiness his smile portrayed. Before either of us could say more, our attention was drawn to the front of the room. A very tall, very blond and very gorgeous man was at the podium. His blue eyes were soulful and bright as they scanned the audience.

“Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for coming out tonight. I hope you enjoy the exhibit and the many different styles and culture of the Vikings through the ages.
Now, many know of the Gods and Goddesses of Norse Mythology. Figures like Thor, Loki, Odin and Freya though your comic books. There are many misconceptions of each individual. Thor was not the only son of Odin. He had many sons but loved none more than Baldur.

Everything in creation loved him. Odin, having gained the wisdom of the ages, knew his son was destined to meet an early end. Frigga, Baldur’s mother, went to every creature, every plant, and animal. Everything she could think of and made them all swear to never hurt nor kill Baldur. All agreed, they would not harm him.

Unfortunately, Frigga neglected Mistletoe. Loki, being ever jealous of others, tricked Hodor, Baldur’s twin brother, to throw a sprig of mistletoe at his brother. The sprig met its mark: Striking Baldur dead. This could be compared to the Christian story of Cain and Abel. Cain was jealous of the love and favor his brother was receiving from God. He took a rock from the earth and struck Abel dead.

While there were many different Viking villages across Europe, many myths varied according to the culture of the area which was being settled. From Denmark to Norway and Sweden, and even far as England: The Vikings were always in search of land to farm. Living up north it was always hard to find food and farmland, making it imperative that they go to the land far from the motherland as it is sometimes called.” I just looked on. I knew my excitement was barely contained on my face.

“After the spread of Christianity, more and more people converted from their ancestral faith. This was more common in those who came to settle in Ireland and England. However, Iceland has gone back to worshipping the old ways. Unlike most of the other Scandinavian countries, Finland has only adapted to the different beliefs around them: Adding to the beliefs of those who came before.

Eric Pov

My eyes scan the crowd of mortals. Nothing I haven’t seen or dealt with since I was turned. I would much rather forgo giving a speech. It’s not like most of them actually care about what I am. Many are attending in order to garner my favor or offer me a business proposition. I wouldn’t put myself through this if it weren’t for my loving wife Sookie, though it would be fun to take a detour from the boring humdrum our lives have been. She is usually in Faerie, but she took a break from ruling them for a few decades, leaving her cousin Claudine in charge.

Suddenly my eyes settled on the pretty little curly brunette sitting next to my Maker. Her deep green eyes were intently looking at me. Her eyes held a look I had seen before, though not in the same context. She really was drinking in everything I was saying. I was curious the night Godric called to talk to Sookie. He has been feeling light and mischievously like the Godric of old, minus the blood lust. I wondered how my Maker had met this Nymph of his?

I would have to inspect her when I did the personal meet and greet with the girl. Her hand curled into Godric’s, sent a pang of jealously to my heart. I remembered the days before my wife when any affection he would show to anyone would have set me off. If he loved her, and she was worthy of him, I wouldn’t fault the Old man for loving her.

Her worthiness was my only question. “Questions so far?” A younger man, dressed in what looked like a cheap suit, stood, commanding the attention if the entire room. “ Now, on the show Vikings they sacrifice animals and people. Are the cruelty and horrible treatment of the animals true?” And weren’t Vikings rapists?”

FUCKING HOLLYWOOD! I tried to focus on the fact that the man was uninformed. Or rather I hoped he was. Before I could speak I felt a wave of calm and curiosity from Godric. I could feel a wave of calm coming from my wife as well. I hated when they teamed up against me!

A barely audible “what an idiot” Came from the lips of the girl next to him. Attitude? Maybe she would be good for the old man after all. I decided it was time to get on with the evening.

“You shouldn’t believe everything Hollywood tells you: The animals used were often livestock, not unlike those that are eaten today. The sacrifices were commonly stallions, and in some instances a human sacrifice would be called for: Usually in time of distress or war, unless you are referencing Adam of Bremen who wrote about the temple at Gamla Uppsala, a town just outside of Upsala, where he wrote that 72 corpses could be seen hung in the trees. While blood sacrifices were sometimes called for. in Gamla, most were hanged. It is also said the Swedish kings of old dwelled in Upsala.”

“So you would kill people? Kill innocent people and animals to appease your Gods? And weren’t Vikings rapists: You never answered that question?” I took a long breath. There was that grating voice again. Why did I do this again? Oh right, boredom. The same tedious feeling that’s making me want to kill the man in front of me. A soft clearing of a throat is barely audible, even with my vampire hearing.

The girl in question stood in place in front of her chair: This should be interesting. Amusement from my maker told me that I should call on her. ”Yes? The girl in middle row. Do you have a question?”
The man was less than pleased. “Um yes Sir, but it’s not for you.” Caution and amusement came from my maker and bonded who was standing at the back of the room. “Oh? Then who…” Before I could finish she turned her gaze to the man who was now shooting daggers at her.
“You in the front, the idiot who is willing to judge an entire culture based on its religious practices.
Are you a Christian man sir?” He nodded and I smiled, wondering where she was going to go with this.
“And you are affronted by the thought of animals and people being sacrificed? Do you realize a Christian’s faith is based on the fact that over 2,000 years ago God sent his son and had him sacrificed? Before Jesus, they sacrificed animals to appease your God.

So how can you stand there and condemn a group by the bloodshed? You find offensive yet your own religious leaders have slaughtered millions in the name of your God.
And judging by the barbecue stain on your shirt you eat meat, right? You probably came here from that all you can eat buffet not far from here.” The stunned man nodded his head and she smiled.

“So let me get this straight: You were just offended by the rituals of an entire people who would, after the sacrifice, set to a feast when you ate who knows how much beef tonight? Beef that came from an animal, an animal you feasted on. Are you familiar with the seven deadly sins? And would you consider those sins demons?” He thought about it for a minute.

“They are demons. Why ya wanna know?”
She smiled. “Well, by my calculations, sir, you just feasted on an animal slaughtered and used to appease your god Gluttony. So, I suggest you worry about your own religious practices.

Just so you know, rape was not accepted in any culture across the world. In most cases, women were revered. However, in war, there are things done that may not be considered culturally appropriate. You can not control every man every minute of the day.
So now, if your uneducated ass is finished, take your damn seat and let the nice Spokesman teach those of us with a brain.”
The man sat down. It looked more like his knees gave out than a conscious decision, and I just stared at my maker as he looked at me. What just happened exactly?

Her eyes were on me again. “I am terribly sorry for interrupting,” she apologized and took her seat.

I smiled, meeting her eyes. “Not at all miss. I hope you find the rest of my speech enlightening.” She blushed and took her place next to my maker. I wrapped up by telling them of one of my last battles. My maker’s human never taking her eyes off me.

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Happy Holidays 

I hope  everyone had a good Thanksgiving! I had to work that night but my day went well.I dont know about you but I  have been sining and playing Christmas music all week I just love this time of year.The boyfriend and are very well.And I must say it’s been an interesting three months.It maybe cheesey but it is our third month.(Nov.30)Other news.Chapter  nine is with my super beta.Who as most know I sing her praises. She is truly a force of nature.I am lucky to know her.Ten is at 1200 words.The boyfriend read my story and wants to read nine,but I am fair and he hasn’t  seen or heard a word of it.just because I may love him doesnt mean he gets privledges over you guys.Anyway while I am not quite out of my funk I am writung little by little. I hope you are having a great weekend,and continue to have a great up coming week .

What has been going on.

Well life this month has been hell.I lost my friend and his son in a fire, I have been sick and quite frankly I am just uninspired.I have chapter 9 almost done and part of ten.But i think im going to stop,working on drink deeply for now im just not feeling it.My depression  is kicking my butt.I have other stories in the works but due to current situations i dont think i want to even write anymore.Life has me down.but i will still be around. I loved to read  many if the stories out there.. I dont know i guess we will see what the nect few months bring.Happy Halloween, and day of the dead.

I am alive and kicking

Hello everyone good morning and happy autumn.I have not given up on dd&d .But I may have a new fanfic on the way.Chapter 9 of dd&d is giving me trouble.there is so much i want to say but unfortunately due to my deep depression.Writing and making my muse keep the plots  i have planned in order.Also i have entered into a new relationship.So when Adamand i can we spend time together.he has never seen trueblood.:p I am not worried I will have him caught up in all the yummy drama.Anyway I hope you all are well and basking in the magical season we find ourselves.On an other note thank you nominating me for you want blood. ❤ Have a great week

Drink Deeply And Dream Ch.8

Callie’s Pov

 

I don’t know what came over me but I kissed him. I kissed him and I loved it. Wanted it even. Like it was the only driving thought in my mind. I didn’t want to let him go! Oh God! How could I face him again. I could feel my cheeks burning from a blush as I closed the front door, the house was completely dark and silent as I made my way to the bathroom to shower. There was a lot that happened tonight. It had started out as a night out with friends and turned into a date! A date! Does he want to  see me again? Did he say that? Didn’t he? Shit we are dating! Oh, why is it that everytime something happens Tina and Mickey are passed out drunk?

 

The hot water soothed my inner turmoil. What was I going to do? I knew the answer before I asked the question: Nothing! I had school on Monday and tomorrow was the Viking exhibit. I don’t  really want to go alone. The thought of bringing them? They just don’t value history like I do. I would have to fight to concentrate on the program. Just another thing to make me the odd one. I mean I am a virgin and at my age, that is a feat.

 

I feel people’s emotions, I can know how they feel. It’s like their emotions crawl along my skin, being absorbed into my being. Sometimes it’s great having such a gift.  When a laughing child or a happy couple walks by the joy is immense and magical. I love Christmas: the hope, and excitement, and the joy. It’s better than getting drunk. No, it’s a high!  It makes me feel like I’m floating, like anything is possible. Love never ends, people don’t die and things are perfect in the world.

 

Then the downside. The sadness, the hurting, and the sick. When I close my eyes the weight of the world sinks into the pit of my stomach. So much hurt, pain, hate, and brokenness in the world. My heart aches to fix it all. To bring the races together, to make sure every abandoned child  has a home. I would adopt every animal if I could.

 

That’s enough of those thoughts. Now is not the time to contemplate the chaos and darkness that is our world.Turning off the water and drying off I barely manage to slide on my panties and a tank top before I am out like a light.

 

The ground beneath my feet is rocky as I find myself stumbling around. The sun hasn’t yet set, creating elongated shadows of the thinning out trees. Suddenly, in front of me, all I see is a cliff face. The sun settles on the horizon, kissing the watery surface of the ocean. The wind smells heavily of salt water and refreshing air. I feel a deep peace fill me as I relax a foot away from the edge and I listen as the waves crash on the jagged rocks.

 

“Moira, you should not be out at this time of night.” I turn to see a man in a long billowing cloak. I am at a loss for what is going on and why he called me Moira? This was a dream again? “I’m sorry. It is just such a nice night.” The figure walked forward, placing the palm of his hand on my cheek. He removed his hood. This man  was of Indian descent, and I don’t mean the Native American type of Indian. He came from India, he bore some of the darker tribal markings which I couldn’t  decipher in the fading light of the evening. “That it is, but Moira you have your mother worried. I have sworn to protect you and having you run off isn’t making my job easy.” I felt myself nod. “I am sorry for causing you and mother to worry. I never meant to  be a hassle.” My lips moved but it wasn’t my voice? I brought my head forward to reveal that l it wasn’t my hair, it was blond! The man before me reached his hand out to me and I took it, following him  back down the path I had come down.

 

I blink, trying to adjust to the bright morning light. I hurriedly dressed and make my way down the hall leading into the small kitchen. On the counter is an envelope with my name scribbled on it: I could tell that it was Mickey’s writing. I open the letter only to read.

 

Babygirl,

 

We tried to wake you up. Damn girl, what did you do last night after you left? Tina went to spend the night with Roscoe and  some guys from work and I are going out of town but we will back  tomorrow in time for school. And when we get back we will expect the details of that kiss from last night.  One more thing, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

 

Be safe and have fun.

 

Love you  

M&T

 

That was conveniently easy  to get them out of the house. So what was I going to do before that Vikings exhibit?  I open the fridge and grab the eggs, cheese, and milk. Scrambled eggs and french toast sound amazing.  I looking over at  the blinking light on my  answering machine.  One message? I hit play and go back to  stirring my eggs.

 

Callie, it’s Octavia  I need you to call me back. We have the gathering of sisters coming up. And it is your turn to open the ceremony. Also, what do you want for your birthday this year? No, I cannot make you fly. Or make a man for you. Remember I Love….( beep)  and that was the end of the message.

 

Okay, so I forgot about the gathering and I really should call her back. BUT, it can wait until tomorrow. Right now I need to eat and check my email.

 

With the dishes washed and dried I make my cup of coffee and sit on the floor in front of the coffee table where my laptop was sitting.

 

Beloved Callie,

 

I enjoyed our kiss last night and I hope there  will be many more in the future. I spoke to Tina and she informed me your birthday is coming up. Why you did not tell me yourself wounds me. However, I ask that you consider allowing me escort you tonight to the exhibit. I was around during most of the time period and wouldn’t mind sharing my experiences with the  Vikings. Listed below is my personal cell phone number.

 

719 558 8991  

 

Yours always

 

I AM GOING TO KILL TINA!!!!  Why did she have to tell him anything? Was she glamoured?  Did he glamor my best friend? Oh hell no! If he thinks he’s going to escort me anywhere he’s sadly mistaken. I will give him a piece of my mind if I see him there tonight. My anger leaves quickly as I sip my coffee.

 

Pulling up my Google Documents I start to type a chapter of a story I am writing. It’s about a woman in her twenties who loves to write. She works nights at a hotel and is totally goofy. She writes Fanfictions about a smutty Vampire T.V. show called Real Blood: most of her writing is totally PG. Ironic but it is a work in progress. Her name is Emily and she met this guy Adam who is well on his way to stealing her heart. The little things he does make her happy.

 

My fingers pound on my keyboard as I write a few more  pages before closing it down and start some house cleaning.

 

The time passes quicker than I thought it would: I look up at the clock and can see that it’s 7:00. After another shower I dress in blue jeans, a green spaghetti strap tank top, and black lace jacket: Comfortable and so much more like me. A knock on the door alerts me to the fact that I had been staring in the mirror. I’m caught off guard by a tingly sensation  in my chest while I’m walking to the door. Another knock sounds, spurring me into action. I swing the door open and there, on the other side, in  Black jeans and a white tank top that hugs all his muscles is Rick.

 

“Did you get my email? You look surprised  to see me,” is the first thing he says. I nod. I had wanted to admonish him for just showing up without hearing from me, I had not called his phone and we both knew it. I look him in the eye and ask, . “I did but I’m curious:  How did you know my birthday is coming up? I don’t remember  bringing it up.” He smiles sheepishly. I knew it! He glamoured one of my friends! Before I could voice my concerns he seems to answer my thoughts.

 

“I did not glamor  anyone. .I simply asked Tina and she gave me the information. Just like she gave me your number after I dropped you off. She emailed it to me. But It is rude to call on a lady  who didn’t give you her number so I sent you mine. Tina said it was about time you got some, though she was not specific. Is there something you need that you have gone without?”

 

Disbelief and embarrassment flood over me but his concern is touching. It has  been a long time since anyone other than my aunt and two friends cared.  “No, erm, she meant  that I don’t date much. She has been trying to get me to go out more, but It is just not my thing. The fact you knew my concern about you using glamor on Tina has me puzzled. Am I that easy to read.

 

He smiled and took my hand, closing the distance between us so his lips were close to mine. “I doubt there is anything easy about you, My love.” The energy from our bodies being so close raised my desire for him. A half a heartbeat later I pressed my lips to his. His arms went around my waist and  mine around his neck.

 

Time slowed and it seemed everything around us did to. Next, he pulled away and we looked into each to each other’s eyes. “We need to go if we plan on getting there early enough for me to show you some of my favorite things before the show.” I nod and step away from him, my face hot from the lovely shade of red I was most likely sporting.  

 

“I agree one hundred percent.” I had no idea what was going on! I really should have called Octavia. I had heard about witches bonding on a higher spiritual level with their soul mates. But Rick was not my soul mate! And even then I was sure the fated pair could control them. I had kissed him twice but I had refused his blood? Oh boy, I could feel a twinge in my chest again as I slid into the passenger seat of his SUV

 

This was promising to be an interesting night.  All I need to do is avoid being too close to him. If it were  anyone else and any other situation I would be fine. But something inside of me  wants me to touch him. To hold him, to feel him in me. It is.almost as if my blood is calling for him. NO, no, no! I have to get a grip.

 

This is so frustrating! I want him! After only a few days of knowing this man, every shield I have is crumbling. All the hurt I have felt, the pain seems to be forgotten. It seems as if he wants me too, but he doesn’t know how broken I am inside. If he could only see the me who is insecure and afraid, the one who doubts she can be anything:  Ever. The little girl in me had shattered  so long ago that not even I knew her anymore. Sure, I had grown up strong. I was head of my magic classes as well as school. Octavia was an Angel sent from the gods. She was just sent  too late.

 

Rick sat tensely next to me and I notice I had been tense myself. Trying to relax, I stare out the window and try to avoid  his arm at rest and so very close to mine.

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So I am getting back into the swing of things.So more posts will be on the way. A big Thanks to all you readers who have  stayed with the story.

                                                    

Changes

 

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Hello readers, friends and all my mentors…. Thanks to all the lovely and patient people who have guided me through the pain of teaching to use word press and Photo shop. ( which i am getting better at) any way there will be more changes coming once i find out how to keep the recent chapters i post from being on the main page.. i would hate to let spoilers be leaked to those readers who may be joining us. Have a great week.

Drink Deeply And Dream Part.7

Sorry it has been so long  since I updated This story it has been crazy. But I think you will forgive me  when you see how long it is :). I hope you like it and enjoy.

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After work I drove home with Mickey in the car. The book and chocolate he bought were in the back seat. He was sorry for being mean earlier. He was not totally alone in being responsible for the incident so I forgave him though I would have done it anyway without the gifts. But I will never turn away a book and chocolate.

 

“I want candy… I want candy….” I pressed the green answer button on my dashboard. Thank God for technology. Nowadays you turn your engine on and your phone syncs to your car. “Hey Tina,” I answered.

 

“Bitch where are you guys .I want to get my groove on before I’m 80.” I couldn’t help but giggle at her overly dramatic statement.

 

“We will be home in less than five minutes. I’ll just wear some jeans and a shirt. No I am not wearing another skirt or dress because it is simply not me. I will see you at home. Bye T.” I hung up and stared at Mickey.

 

“What are the chances she will let me dress myself tonight?” I sighed.

 

He full  out chuckled. “Not a chance Suga, she has been looking for a reason to doll you up. This ‘Ric guy is just the reason she’s been looking for. You may get away with some  dress pants, don’t hold your breath on the rest of your clothes though.”  I slouched in my seat.

 

“Don’t look so sad. I promise I won’t let her make you into glitter Barbie. Or slutty Barbie. I have a feeling your new man isn’t attracted to overly slutty.” I smiled at him. Mickey to the rescue again. At least I could relax knowing I had back up.

 

We pulled into the driveway and got out. Tina was in the living room and already dressed in her black dress with the slit on either side. She may as well just put a loin cloth around her waist. If it wasn’t for the  strips of fabric dangling  from the hem everybody would get a show.

 

“Your clothes are on the bed. Shower and be quick about it, we have to eat on the way.” I nodded, giving Mickey my ‘should I even go tonight’ look. He nodded, “You better, she put in the effort to get your things together. And hurry. I can’t be held  accountable  for her crazy if you take too long.” Some help he is.

 

The hot water felt amazing on my skin and served to both clear and focus my mind as I focused on the water, letting my mind go blank and.drawing energy from its essence. Grounding is  essential  to keeping  control and remaining centered. It is meditating. I use the elements to center myself. Earth is my elemental sign, overlapped by Air. When I cast I can draw  power from them with little  effort. Water is an element which is strong and life giving: Every living thing has water inside of it.

 

Letting the peace wash over me I started to shiver, I had let the water grow cold. I got  out of the shower and shut off the water. I walked into my bedroom as I dried off and saw a pair of denim  jeans and a sleeveless emerald green shirt on the bed. I dressed quickly and applied some light blue eyeshadow with some black eyeliner. I added some pale pink lip gloss and zipped up my boots; I was ready to go out. My hair would be in ringlet curls when it finished drying so I didn’t bother putting it up.

 

Tina and Mickey were waiting at the door when I walked down the short hall.  “Come on! You could have at least done your hair up or something.You want this guy to stay interested? So be interesting.” I rolled my eyes at classic Tina and her boy advice but I was not about to pretend to be who I am not.

 

“If he doesn’t find me interesting as I am then he can walk. Honestly Tina! I am not going to change to fit a guy’s Idea of the Ideal woman. If I act a certain way now and change to my true self later and it doesn’t work, then the time together was a waste. Or if I do act  the part for the rest of my life there is resentment. And we don’t even know if he is truly interested anyway. Lots of people dance with random people in a club. Isn’t that why you love them so much?”

 

She nodded as she sighed, “You’re right but I’m telling you girl, he was checking you out the second we entered. I’m sure of it.” I shrugged as I got into the passenger seat of Tina’s car, heading to Fangtasia and a night of uncertainties and adventure.

 

We pulled into the parking lot of the vampire nightclub and parked as close as we could. The line wasn’t too long. As we made our way to the end of the line we were flagged by the bouncer. “Is everything okay Sky?” I asked.  He nodded and smiled at me, “I have instructions that you three are to go right in.”

 

I knew I must have been staring off into space because the next thing I knew I was being nudged. I recovered quickly and gave Sky a smile and responded, “Thanks Sky!” as I walked through the door with Tina and Mickey on either side of me. Butterflies started to flutter in my stomach. You would have thought that I would have had  some time to practice what I was going to say to him. Reigning in my anxiety as the music met my ears, I went to the bar and ordered a rum and coke.The bartender smiled and nodded, handing me the drink. I went to pay but he waved his hand, “The boss says you  and your friends drink for free.” I smiled my ‘this is awkward’ smile. “Thanks,” I said as I turned and walked to the same booth we always sat at. Mickey and Tina  weren’t there but I wasn’t worried, well not that much anyway.

 

“Are you enjoying your night?” I jumped at his words and I turned to meet the eyes of the very man who seemed to make my insides tighten and my thoughts to magically disappear.“Yes, thank you, how is your night so far?”

 

Flashing me his smile he replied, “Wonderful now that you are here. Where are your friends? I would have thought they never leave your side.”  How could he know that? He had only met us  once before. Was he following me? How could he…I mean he can’t go out during the day.

 

“They are here somewhere, probably drinking and starting trouble.” I sighed and let my myself relax.

 

“Would you like to get out of here? It’s not too late to grab dinner or something.”

 

I couldn’t breathe for a minute. He had. He had just asked me out! “I.. Um.. I shouldn’t leave Mickey and Tina. There’s no telling what they could do.”

 

He smiled, “Fear not dearest,as the local sheriff ,I will have one of my underlings keep them out of trouble. I’m only asking for some time with you.”  He had a point, and they were adults after all. But should I trust their care to his underlings?  After a minute I had made up my mind.

 

“Okay, just let me tell Tina that I’m leaving so she doesn’t get worried. Not like a worried Tina. She is much worse when she is drunk.”

 

He nodded. “I’ll get my coat and keys and meet you out front.” I nodded and weaved my way to the dance floor which was crowded with men in a circle jeering. Sure enough Tina was dancing.   

 

“HEY T!! TINA!!” She looked up at me with a questioning look. I smiled.

 

“Hey,  come to shake that fine ass of yours?” she shouted back.

 

I shook my head, “ No, Rick wants to take me out tonight so we are leaving. He’s going to have a friend of his help you get back.” She nodded, giving me a wink.

 

“Go get ‘im girl!!!!” I turned and walked  away from the howling monkeys around her.

 

The fresh night air  was sweet and welcoming. Rick looked like an ancient God had stepped off the pages of a book.  He kept glancing casually around us as if he were expecting an attack.  “Come my dear let us go somewhere. Where do you want to go?”

 

Staring at the stars thoughtfully I said, “I have no clue, could we go somewhere and talk. I feel like I know you, but that’s just crazy.”  

 

He shook his head. “No, not crazy little one. How about I take you to my favorite spot?”

 

Taking his hand I let him lead me to the passenger side of his black SUV. Once I had slid inside he went to the driver’s side and soon we were off. The wind was in my hair and the moon was watchful as we zipped down streets and turned around corners as we left Shreveport, to where I didn’t know, and for once I don’t care. I was safe, somehow I knew I was safe.

 

“So, what is it that you do when you are not out dancing?” My head snapped quickly to face him.

“I’m going to  school for History, specializing in Vampire  culture. In fact, we just learned of Sir Godfrey of Bouillon. He was a fighter in the crusades. His sword is in a church in Jerusalem. Before that I did a report on Mark Anthony. Did you know he was blonde when he was young?”

 

He looked thoughtful for a minute before smiling.  “What do you do when not escorting girls to mysterious places? “  I asked: I just wanted him to talk, god how I liked his voice. It soothed and excited me at the same time. He had to have seen great things.

 

“You are the only one I have escorted in a very long time. Do you go to school everyday?” Nodding, I smiled. So he didn’t take many girls out with him. It was a wonder, I mean the man was like a Greek statue.One I just waned to rub my hands all over. I could feel the need to touch him, to have him hold me building up inside. My mind screamed GET A GRIP GIRL! You are not that kind of lady!

 

“Um, yeah  Monday through Thursday I work at the cafe 1-5. On Wednesdays I work 10-6, Friday, Saturday and Sunday I have off. My classes are usually from 7pm -10pm except for the weekend.” Just like that our old friend silence was back.  

 

“When do you find time for yourself or your studies? Surely you have  homework? That is the word right?” I couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness. “Well I am only taking a few classes right now. And I happen to love to read and enjoy reading  legends, poems, and history. And Tina and Mickey  get me to go to Fangtasia a night or two with them. I’m not one for glitz and glam. I would rather have a small fire in a field with the moon high in the sky, tribal drums  and good company.”  He smiled at me but I could tell he was surprised  by my answer.

 

“And what would you do if those things were present?”

 

I giggled. “I would dance in the moonlight to the drums. It has been a dream of mine for a long time, but I haven’t had much time this summer to really enjoy it. Unfortunately Mickey and Tina are not the type to enjoy music without  words and electric guitars. Octavia, my aunt,  used to take me to dances with her coven.”

 

The car pulled over, when we had stopped I met his eyes. “Come,we have a little further to go. I think you will enjoy it. But you have to trust me okay? Close your eyes, I will lead you.”  Seeing as I let him take me this far,  no sense doubting now? I closed  my eyes and gave him my hand.  Suddenly my feet were off the ground and he held me against his chest. One arm under my knees the other wrapped carefully around my back. The wind was whipping all around us.

 

Five minutes later…..

 

My feet were back on the ground, I could feel his lips next to my ear as he whispered. “Open your eyes, y love.”  I couldn’t help but be in shock at how beautiful  things were. The small Lake, the vibrant green grass and the many purple and yellow  flowers. It was like something out of my imagination.The light from the stars and the moon lit up the water, giving it a mystic, mirror-like sheen .Nature’s magic  always astounds my senses.

 

“It’s… it’s wonderful Rick. So beautiful, enchanting. How did you find this place?” There was that boyishly charming smile again. “When you walk the earth as I have, you find earth’s little treasures here and there. Places  humanity has forgotten or has lost reverence for. People used to worship the earth and her magics, now it lays forgotten.”

 

I nodded at his words since I totally agreed with him. Usually i would have a response to what he said but i was lost in his poetic words. Did I have no defences against this man? “I agree with you all the way,” I finally said.  He took my hand and led me under a tree to sit. He sat first and then arranged it so i was sitting in front of him.

 

“I hope I am not being too forward but I feel like I know you.Tell me a story about you. Where did you grow up? What things do you like?”  Looking up at the stars I sigh peacefully.

 

“I grew up here and there, I was orphaned when I was five. And then I came to live with my aunt Octavia.  Before that I was in a couple of foster homes but was raised mostly in New Orleans.

 

I wanted to get away from the city for a little while so when I was accepted to college out this way my best friends, Mickey and Tina, moved with me.

 

Okay, it’s your turn to tell me a story about you?” I brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

 

“Well. you know that I have a child?”  I shook my head no and he continued his story. “I do and we traveled the world together. Once we were in France and  he thought it would be funny to mess with a young girl. He glamoured her into thinking he was an angel of God. He told her it was her destiny to fight the English. Needless to say, I never let him out of my sight after that for a long time: He caused too much chaos.”

 

I sat there dumbfounded. ”He was behind Joan of Arc?” He laughed at my sense wonder. .

“Sort of. She had a desire to learn to fight for her country so Eric gave her a push in the right direction and showed her some tricks with a sword. Her downfall came when politics came into play. My child learned first hand not to interfere directly. Had we joined the fight ourselves we could have won it for the French.”

 

That blew my mind. Not only had he known Joan of Arc but his son had encouraged her to fight which led her to her death. “It must be amazing to have seen so much history, to have influenced it first hand. ” I turned to look into his eyes only to see that he was staring up into the sky. I could feel the mood shift and the youthful smooth face suddenly looked shadowed and old. Something told me he held a lot of burdens. My heart ached with the need to massage his heart and make him smile.

 

Reaching my hand out I gently touched his cheek and brushed my thumb against his skin. His eyes snapped to face me as he leaned his  head into my touch. His eyes closed, his words were soft, “ I’m sorry. Tonight was supposed to be fun. Do you want to go for a swim?”

 

Just like that his boyish features lightened a fraction. He started to walk toward the lake and remove his shirt and pants. I took his hand, “Sure, and just so you know, I Like talking to you. I get the feeling that you have a lot of things you keep hidden. And I want you to know that I am here when you want to talk.”

 

Walking closer to me his eyes never wavered from mine, “I will remember that, but come, last one in is…what do your people call it?” I laughed. I took off my shirt  and my pants and started running, “last one is is a rotten egg!” His hearty chuckle echoed in the little paradise. Before I knew it I heard a splash.

 

“Hahah Callie you are a rotten egg.”

 

Pouting  in mock sadness I said, “No fair! You used your speed! Cheater, cheater pumpkin eater!”  His eyebrows arched in confusion.

 

“You must be mistaken. I do not eat Pumpkins.”

 

I laughed,  “It’s another expression.” I dipped a toe into the  water but couldn’t help the shiver.

 

“Jump in, the water is great.”

 

Shaking my head I continued his statement with, “If you don’t feel the cold. But us mortals  get cold.!” He chuckled, swimming as close as he could get to the edge before climbing out and smiling. I was speechless watching him approach me. I had thought he was Adonis before. Nope, he was a god and I had died and gone to heaven. His muscles were well defined and that lower V on his hips…Oh boy. His shorts were riding a little lower as he walked. Heavy with water and gravity.I felt my mouth go dry. I knew he could have no pockets. So the sizable bulge in his shorts was all him.

 

His laughter pulled me away from my appreciation of his devilishly attractive body. He smiled, “See something you like little one?” I nodded, still speechless and Rick was still laughing at me. He reached his hand out to me still smiling.

 

“Come on, live a little. You know that when I was human we bathed in rivers and lakes.There was no way to heat the water. I survived.” I shook my head, rethinking taking off my clothes.  He wrapped his arms around me. “Do you trust me?”  I knew it was yes, but the tone in his voice made me wary.

 

We launched into the air as I clung to him for dear life. Hovering  over the lake, I stared into his eyes and he just smiled at me.  “Look at the sky it’s brighter up here.” I nodded in agreement before we descended. The freezing  water washed over my skin as Rick’s strong arms held me tight. I was light headed and could feel my head buzzing one minute, the next I was gasping for air.

 

“Are you trying to drown me?” I screeched.

 

He straightened up at my words. “Never, I would never harm you Callie. I find myself enjoying our time together. Something I have not done in many years. You make me laugh, not an easy feat,” I could feel the blush rising on my face.

 

“I have never done this with anyone but Mickey and Tina. I don’t usually do this type of thing. I over think things, second guess myself. I do not just get into a car with a nearly complete stranger. Yet, I find that I haven’t  over thought anything tonight. I only started doubting myself  a little. And well, we are here so I obviously  got into your car.”

 

I bit my lip, waiting for him to say something. The silence stretched and his eyes never left mine. The sky was lighter than it was before: We didn’t have much time.  We swam to shore and  got out. I grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed. Was I foolish? Tina always said never reveal your emotions on the first date. Was this our first date? DId I offend him? I started to recap everything we had talked about as we silently drove.

 

Rick’s POV

 

Tonight had gone  just as I had hoped. After Tina had unknowingly let Callie’s love for the stars and her desire for nature slip I knew that I would be taking her to the little paradise that I had found so long ago. My beast has been clawing at me to get her alone. When I saw her tonight  I wanted to grab her, kiss her, hold her. I never wanted her out of my sight. These emotions are interesting. I have loved before; many years ago. Irina had died ,she was not unlike the princess next to me.

 

I was happy with Irina back then, her warmth and her love for life had stirred my dead heart. Callie, however, stirred me to my core. Just being in her presence was captivating. Irina could not hold a candle to my feelings for Callie. It was hard to think about. When I first saw her I felt the pull. At first I thought that it was my destiny to change her. But I find that she may be my mate? My Son had explained his pull toward his soul mate and the feelings seem strangely close.

 

She is a woman of these times. We had just met, there was no way to tell her that she may be my true mate! I couldn’t  risk chasing her off. Oh, how I will chase her. I will have her heart for my own. She would have rather just talked the night away but there are just so many things i want to shelter her from. What had shocked me was how she didn’t kiss me. She never even made a pass at me. She could have and I would have welcomed it. In fact, most women would have.

 

She wanted my stories, she wanted me and I wanted  her, I wanted to feel her, to track her if she were in trouble.The need to have my blood inside her was strong. I want to be inside her. Even if it is only my blood in her veins. In all my years I have only willingly let  three people ever taste my blood: My two children and Irina.  The even rise and fall of her chest was mesmerising. If it wasn’t for her body language I would have thought she was relaxed.  Her shoulders  told me she was not comfortable. The look on her face  showed a private war being fought. I could not take it if she rejected me. Did I say something? No, why would she act this way.

 

“Callie are you alright? You haven’t said anything  in awhile.” She turned her heavenly eyes to me, confusion evident.

 

“I’m fine, just thinking about tonight.”  She smiled. God those lips. I placed my hand on her forehead and I was rewarded with even more confusion and amusement?  

“I’m sorry, but every time my son’s wife says she is fine it means she really isn’t. Then they argue, or she faints because she is ill. I’m trying to figure out which ‘fine’ you are. You are sure I didn’t offend you?”

 

She shook her head and laughed loudly before settling down. I don’t get it. How was I funny? Human women, nope just women. In all my years no matter how many I have had, I don’t understand them.

 

“Usually you would be right. If a women says ‘fine, go ahead’ it means don’t do it if you don’t want the couch. Or if she has had a bad day and doesn’t want to talk about it, she wants you to weasel it out of her.  I was just thinking of us. Not that there is an us. I mean we just met. And I don’t know if you want to ever see me again after this.”

 

It was my turn to laugh.  How could she think I didn’t want to see her again? Had I not asked her earlier. Did she think me so fickle?

 

“My dearest love, there is definitely a…how did you say it?  An ‘us’  But you don’t have to doubt that I want to see you again. In fact  I want to ask you something.” She looked at me curiously, “I want you have some of my blood. I feel  the need to protect you. Should you be in danger I will be able to find you. But there are side effects.”

 

She sat back  in her seat, biting her lip as I waited for her speak. Dread, sadness and this strange hollow feeling was rising in my stomach.  

 

“I know the side effects, and I would accept your offer but first answer these questions.” I nodded I was curious and excited.  She would take my blood! The beast inside me roared in triumph.

 

“Ask me anything, I will hide nothing.” It was a half truth. She can’t know who I am, not until I know how she feels.

 

Smiling  she asked her questions. “One. Why is it you want to have a blood tie with me? A vampire of your age would have been taught that the blood is sacred. You don’t even know me. Second:  Is being tied to me what you want because I interest you or are you satisfying your need to own me. Third: Do you want me to take your blood because you want to seduce me? Fourth are you just bored and I am providing a distraction. You said you want  to see me again? Why? Think about them please. And when you can answer them. I will take your blood.”

 

What a creature? Here I sit, offering her my blood! Offering  a part of myself to her. And she asks me to think about it? I have never been questioned! But was she wrong? She was raised by Octavia.There is no telling what a blood tie would do to her. She stared into my eyes. The fact that she wasn’t worried that I wasn’t watching the road was not lost on me.

 

“I will think and I will answer your questions. But I want you to  remember that I want to see you again. And I will my sweet Callie. I am a very old Vampire and I am patient. Now where do you live? Your friends would have gone home already. I told them I would be bringing you home?”

 

She mumbled something that sounded  akin to high handed male. “642 Walnut Road,” she finally said.

 

I nodded, “So not far from here then.“ I smiled as I sped  all the way up the driveway. I helped her out of the car walked her to the door. She looked into my eyes and before I knew what she was doing her lips were on mine. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I deepened the kiss. A shiver ran through my body before I broke away. Who was this intoxicating woman? She was not a fairy, and not exactly a full witch. What the hell did I get myself into? She smiled at me, her eyes lighter than before.

 

“Good night Rick. Thank you for a wonderful night.”  

 

I just nodded at first. “The pleasure was mine, Love. Sleep well.”

 

With that  our night ended and I had a call to make. Ironically the one  person who could help was the one person I have spent  so long avoiding.

“Master, it is good to hear from you but I need to ask why after so long?”

 

I chuckled,  “Evening child. Is Mrs. Northman there? I am in need of your wife’s help. And when can you  be free to meet. I find myself missing you.”

 

He chuckled into the phone, “I am not far. I have  volunteered to give a Q and A at an exhibit.” I smiled.

 

Finally Eric put Sookie on the phone, “ Sookie,  I am sorry to call you but I have a question.” I listened to her excitement. It had been far too long since I had talked to them. “No, not a fairy question, a female one. No, it’s not Nora or Pam. I met someone. And no she doesn’t know who I really am.”  After laughing at me she answered some questions I had.  Her musings? That I was falling in love.

 

Well damn!