The Plan: I hope to have this Part finished in time to post it tomorrow as a Thanksgiving treat for those of us who, you know, do Thanksgiving, and as a (hopefully good) read for those of us who don’t. Either way, everything goes better with gravy, right?
Now, usually when I dare to make a plan, things tend to go nuts – sometimes in a good way, other times…not so much That’s why I tend to NOT make plans, but yeah, that’s where I’m at with this next Part. This last portion of the Third Night will be somewhat shorter in that it covers a shorter amount of time (nights don’t generally last forever even though I seem to make it look like they do).
To tide y’all over until I can hit that lovely Publish button, here’s a teaser. As usual, it isn’t likely to change all that much (if at all) between now and when it’s officially posted, but then again, ya never know.
Anyway, here – BE TEASED, READERS MINE!
As Eric crossed the threshold into his Maker’s home with his new telepath close by his side, a certain overview of his actions occurred to him.
So here I am…a vampire well over a thousand years of age…a vampire who has achieved that somewhat rare status by being cold, hard, wary… Ok, ok, suspicious, devious, and more astute than potential and known foes…and yet…yet I am purposefully escorting a mortal…a fucking part-fairy mortal…into my Maker’s home…and I have only known the delicious little mortal for not quite three nights now.
And she is delicious…but that wouldn’t be worth the potential threat if she had ill-will toward us in her heart. At least there’s a bond…helpful, that… Something about her…don’t think she’d be a threat, not to our existence anyway… But still…
Brilliant, Northman…way to uphold my Maker’s teachings about security…an unglamorable telepathic mortal at that… *snort* Well, considering that said Maker is holding the door open for me to bring her in…basically makes it his fault, right?
Yeah, I’m totally going to blame this one on my Maker. He’s good for it…
“Fairy nice to meet you” indeed…
Eric couldn’t decide if he was surprised or not with how Godric, his shockingly old, shockingly powerful Maker, was by all accounts glad to receive not just him (justifiably, of course), but the girl as well. He had even gone out of his way to lightly – even playfully – test her mettle with his own particular…peculiar, to some…brand of mischievous theatrics which, to his pride, she had passed with those proverbial flying colors.
To make the evening even more surreal to the vampire, the very young mortal girl by his side had oddly few trepidations about entering the home of such an ancient vampire. There were some, of course…just not nearly as many as would be considered normal in his esteemed opinion. His hand on the small of her back served to soothe what misgivings did surface but he sensed far stronger emotions than fear.
Curiosity? Oh yes…lots of that…some fatigue…but no more than expected for a mortal soon needing her rest…but true fear? *pfft* More humor than that…
That slight nervousness he’d felt from Sookie had swiftly changed to comfort at his touch, and the speed with which his hand merely caressing her lower back had soothed her pleased him in a way he couldn’t immediately identify. However, given that he was growing accustomed to such unanswered questions, he chose to ponder the vagaries later.
He glanced down at the back of her head as he politely allowed her to precede him – she barely come up to his collarbones, but her presence seemed so much larger.
As safe as he knew his Maker to be in this current situation, she was wise to…
Even innate bravery is wise to quail, however briefly, at the thought of entering into the dwelling of such an ancient…remarkably aged…like a fly easing into the spider’s web… Godric…spider…should I introduce him to the one that lives in Sookie’s grandmother’s kitchen? They both excel at watching from a distance.
Ah, Sookie… Will I have to tell her in small words that vampires are dangerous to mortals? She knows this, of course, how could she not, but she treats us as fellow humans. Perhaps that is part of her charm? Perhaps it is a certain charisma? According to my Maker and both her sweet scent and taste… Fairies do have a form of influence… Thank Odin she’s using her powers for good…
Once in the large foyer, Eric automatically closed the door behind them and watched with bemusement similar to what he felt from Sookie as Godric raised Tina’s carrier to peek at the cat.
Although the old man had grabbed the old carrier from the porch, the son knew the father was distinctly aware of the vagaries of thought plaguing the son’s mind about the fairy freaking hybrid said son was escorting into said father’s house.
The smug pings from the father told the son so.
So yeah, there’s that. Remember, it might change, it might not…blame the FLM (I do). I ***hope*** to have the Part finished in time to post it tomorrow, but we’ll see. No throwing things at me if I don’t… I’ll cry and I can’t type for shit when my eyes are all blurry…
If nothing else, have a fantastic Thanksgiving if you’re celebrating, and have a fantastic Thursday if you’re not! 😀