New Chapter – ON – 4th Night – Pt. 5

Hey, hey, stop throwing rotting veggies at me for taking so damn long!  (At least reach for the still-usable produce – I can make soup!  Oh, hey, a roast wouldn’t hurt, well, unless it’s frozen…)

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Anyone ready for ON – 4th Night – Pt. 4?? It’s up!

Just that – and it’s a nice (massive) Part, too, so walk the dog, go pee, make a good snack (nothing healthy, please – this is all meant to be fun!), and grab something cool (or warm for any Southern Hemmi readers out there) ’cause this one goes on a bit. 

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Generic Update of ON Updatedness *wee teaser*

…or something.  This is just me letting you guys know that I’m only a day or three away from the next ON part (depending on that interferin’ RL thing).

Do y’all give a shit about word counts?  If you do, right now it’s at 6,708 (and growing) according to Word (WP counts differently for whatever reason).  If you don’t, unread that last sentence; I’ll wait.

Anyway, here’s an un-final-FINAL-drafted wee teaser for ON, 4th N, Pt. 4…aka: One Night, The Fourth Night, Part 4 iffin you wanna be all official an’ shit…  You know the drill:  the following is subject to minor/possibly major/whatever changes before posting.  (Bits and pieces of this Part keep magically disappearing – might wanna keep this for posterity cause technology keeps fucking with me…)

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IT LIVES! One Night, the 4th Night, Pt. 3 is up!

Typing fast, hella thunderstorm RAINING DOWN RIGHT ON MY HEAD (well, loudly on the roof of my house)…so here, catch!  There’s the usual tiny bits of humor in this Part but BEWARE the BITS OF SECONDARY PLOT as they creep up/spring out at’cha, so…keep an eye out!  Enjoy!

*diving for cover…send coffee, donuts, grilled cheeses, and reviews*

~Mer

*peep*/TEASER

Now you can’t say you haven’t heard a peep out of me, right?  *glances around room*

Anyway, RL, blah blah blah – hey, do you want a teaser for One Night – The Fourth Night – Part 3?? 

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FINISHED YET – I just wanted to let you guys know/give you visual proof that I am, in fact, actively working on it.  I won’t say anything about the three OTHER versions of this chapter I’ve already written then tossed.  Nope.  Not a word about I’d get so far into the chapter then decide it wasn’t good enough/didn’t feel right/sucked ass and hit that lovely delete key.

See?  Not a word…about murdering my own words.  *sigh (This totally counts as “suffering for your art”, btw.)

Anyway, at some point in the near-to-faaaar future the rest of this chapter will magically appear before your very, um, inbox.  There is more written than I’m posting as a teaser – hey, a girl’s gotta have SOME secrets, right – I just wanted to give y’all a bit of proof since it’s been a while.  You know the rules –  the material is subject to change, corrections/additions/substitutions may be made, read it again when it’s actually posted to be sure, etc. 

But yeah, here: catch!

Wait, no, um…where were we?

With as much grace as he could muster under the slightly painful and highly frustrating circumstances, Eric followed his silently smirking Maker out of the house to the burgundy SUV somehow ready and waiting at the top of the circle.  As he folded himself into the vehicle with a grimace, he had to be glad of the additional leg-room provided by the SUV’s design and wanted to think he had successfully hidden his…discomfort.

Sookie’s impromptu hair petting session had left his pants tighter than comfort would allow but unfortunately that wasn’t a new thing where she was concerned.

For fuck’s sake…  Why, after a literal millennia, am I suddenly so susceptible to one woman’s touch?  Why?  Granted during my toddler years…so easily excitable…but that was then…!  I’d gotten over that, surely?  Untried 15-year-old boy now…  Ugh!  Down through the ages…the most beautiful women…the loveliest maidens…could choose at will…  Never had a problem performing, could go for nights on end, but could easily turn from such distractions when I wanted or needed to…  Now…now all one little shit – a fucking virginal shit at that although she had to have known exactly what she was doing…all she has to do is run a dainty little fingertip down my ear and I’m fucking toast…  Could it be the fairy allure?  Doubt it…that would lead to draining more than fucking, although that could be part of it…  No, this is all…her…no desire to drain her, only to fuck her senseless…

Godric remained silent as he drove them toward Dallas proper.   Normally he enjoyed a bit of speed to liven up any drive – vamping, as the young ones called it, was much more preferable, but what can you do? -but he proceeded more sedately to give his child a chance to reclaim the necessary facade.

Sookie…what a cheeky brat!  And so perfect for his complicated progeny!  Buy his child a treat indeed…small bouncy balls sounded more appropriate by the minute.

He’d most certainly heard what had taken place between Eric and Sookie both during his telephone – annoying things, those – conversation and thereafter.  Sookie would likely have been mortified if she’d known…the child had yet to understand just how powerful vampire senses could be.  She would learn in time, though.

Vampires never had the luxury of not knowing.  Whether for better or worse, from the time of their first rising there would always be few secrets of a physical nature between vampires in close proximity one to the other even when they didn’t share a familial bond; that bond simply ensured that were far fewer secrets.

It was necessary for survival and he had routinely thanked whatever gods there might be for it’s existence especially during Eric’s baby and toddler years, but the night a vampire was made was the night any hope of privacy died. 

Unless the progeny suddenly became Makerless; it happened.  Regardless, with age came knowledge of how to limit most perceptible physical responses, and with age also came knowledge of how to limit what passed from one familial vampire to the other.

Just now the spikes of confusion, frustration, and curiosity bombarding him from his progeny were, however, incredibly entertaining. 

He sensed when Eric finally reclaimed a few of his more important mental processes although he couldn’t hold a bit of night-dreaming against the boy.

So…there ya go.  I still exist, this story is still under construction, allergies suck, and I know of at least one litter box that needs de-clumping.  Oh, the joy.

Have a great weekend,

~Mer

ON – 4th Night – Pt 2 is up!

First, thank you very much for all your kind words and concern.  You guys are the best readers any fanfic writer could ever ask for and you’re mine-all mine-all mine!!  Ok, and other writers’, too…but that’s not the point… 

Srsly, thank you – I really do appreciate you.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 4th Night, Part 1, is up!!

Hope you guys had a fantastic Christmas and that your New Year will be filled with all things good and happy!! 

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The One Night Outtake is up!

Get it while it’s hot!

Thank you for all the lovely comments and reviews on the last Part!!  I feel bad for not taking the time to reply as I normally do (which I love doing), but time was limited and I wanted to get this Outtake finished and up while the FLM was cooperating.   (*She said “Hi”, btw…well, it sounded more like “send coffee and salty, buttery crab legs”, but I’ll interpret it to have meant a greeting instead…bossy little snot…)

Now, like with most of my fics, this outtake (it’s about the size of two regular chapters in a regular fic) has both funny and more serious stuff.  Let me know what you think, though.

Anyway, hope you enjoy:

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HAPPY THANKSGIVING! Also, Pt. 6 of One Night, The Third Night, is up!

So yeah, the FLM decided to cooperate with me for once (I think she just wanted the cherry o’cream cheese pie, honestly, since she’s not usually that willing to work with me and she has a terrible sweet tooth).  Hope you guys have had/are having a fantastic Thanksgiving and/or Thursday!

Enjoy, and as usual, let me know what you think.   The Alka Seltzers are beside the sink.  *Sorry, just ate too much…

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There was other stuff I was going to write here but, well, I forgot what it was.  I’m sure it would have been super-witty and/or thought-provoking, though.  Have a good one, and enjoy the slightly shorter Part, lol.

~Mer

An “I Yet Live” Teaser (One Night – Third Night – Last Pt.)

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…

Ancient brat.

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!  😀

~Mer

 

1 Night-3rd Night-Pt. 5: NOW WITH MORE GODRIC is up!

Also with added Berts…

YES!! You read that right:

There is a Sigebert, a Wybert, AND A GODRIC in this Part…yes, THIS Part!! 

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One Night, Part Whatever, is up + OMGODRIC, YOU GUYS – THANK YOU!!!!!

Keep in mind that you guys are not allowed to yell at me because I’ll cry and get all red-eyed and snotty (srsly, I have a terrible cry-face), ok?  (ThisparticularNightwillhaveaPart5.)
(IfItellyoulikethisitsoftenstheblow,right?)

Pack a lunch.  And dinner.  And some snacks.  Oh, and you guys may wanna take notes as you go – this bad boy is…you guessed it…hella long.  You’ll see why I stopped it when I did.  It’s also why it took for fucking ever to get it out to you, too. (FLM told me to say that.)

So…you lovely readers who like long reads will be in Heaven.  You lovely readers who don’t…can take several breaks – just remember where you left off…  This Part happens within a relatively short time and contains funny-ha has, seriousness, a gasp or two, mountains, correct pronunciations, a Pam, a cat, a ‘vette, and maybe a couple of cherries (Eric refused to verify).  Proceed with vigor!  😉

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Now:

gold heart THANK YOU Godric and Eric thank you2 Thank you2

OMGODRIC, YOU GUYS – THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

When the fantastic Missingjasamalways commented to tell me to check out the YWB winners…I did…AND THEN I SCARED MY DOG SQUEEEING!  (Yes, “squeeeing” is too a word.)

Thanks to you fanfuckingtastic readers AND VOTERS!!!, I won 8 Awards!

That’s eight.  E.I.G.H.T.  7 + 1.  ***—>  8  <—***  ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

That is 8 (EIGHT!!!) more than I’d had a hope to win, y’all, and it’s all because of YOU.  Did you see how fierce the ‘competition’ was?  (And by “competition” I mean that we’re not actually competing against each other – we may not all be best buddies but we’re hella more likely to support each other than not because there’s no NEED for any competitive feelings in our luscious fandom.)  There were so many amazing writers and amazing stories and you guys voted for me!
THANK YOU!!!

Can I brag now??  *pfft*  Given ALL the AMAZING talent represented in these awards, hell yeah Imma brag:

First and foremost considering the new Part linked above, here is the one for One Night:  PINS AND NEEDLES, Y’ALL – PINS! AND! NEEDLES!!!  THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

Hit Me With Your Best Shot Award – Best One Shot

The Hybrid Award – Best Crossover

Rollercoaster Award – Best Angst / Drama / Cliffhangers

The Saucy Award – Best Sookie  (Woot!!  Go Sookie!!  Yeah, I’m totally seal-clapping here…oops, sorry for any flashbacks…)

The Flying Monkey Award – Best Villain  (*mwahahaha*)

Who the Hell Are You Award – Best Original Award  (Yay for Sevrin!!!!  He totally just grunted a thank you…FLM will verify!)

And last but hella-certainly not least:

EricIzMine Award – Favorite Author  (Ok, this one made me tear up a little/lot – you have no idea how very much I appreciate this.)

Really, thank you so very much for all the love.  It means the world to me that you find time in your day to read my words and let me know what you think, but that you even take the time to cast your votes for me blows my socks off.   (You did know I’m naked under my socks, right?  NO BLUSHING…!) Now go read and enjoy, and know you’ve made me very happy!

~Mer

 

Happy Friday’ing – STC, Ch. 31, is up!

Because you’re not here to listen to me blather on about whatever (well, ok, you kind of are, fanfic-wise at least…), here’s the chapter link first:

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1 Night, etc., Part 3 is up!

DON’T YELL AT ME – I’LL POUT. 

This particular night in this story just… keeps… growing.  And growing. 

Srsly. 

NOW this poor little Third Night is up to a projected total of ***4*** Parts (possibly 5 depending on how mouthy everyone is during the next Part)…and that’s not even including Godric’s bit!   And I totally blame/credit Eric.  Dude’s mouthy when he wants to be.  He has lots of words and sometimes enjoys using most of them.  (And maybe Jason a little, too.  He counts a little, right?)

But yeah, instead of having y’all wait even longer on ‘the next Part’, I’m posting this now.  I mean, it’s over 8,000 words worth of Eric-centric fun and games and yes, the wee spider is still all fine and dandy, so there shouldn’t be any/much yelling.  If there is, Imma be pouting…and possibly glaring depending on the moon phase/how much coffee is in my cup.

Anyway, here, and I hope you enjoy.  Mandatory “don’t forget to vote” and last-posted links linger lackadaisically below the linky-pic.  Happy reading, leave a review, and tip your server.

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Reminder that voting in the final round of the 2016 YWB Awards ends on Oct. 17th at midnight.  So, um, GO VOTE and stuff.

One Night- Godric’s Part

STC, Ch. 30

One Night – The Third Night – Part 2

Moon, Ch. 35

EN: ATS, Ch. 19

Decisions, Ch. 38

Go forth and conquer…or read, whichevs – your choice…

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YUP, THAT, & a short TEASER

It’s been bizzy over here in Meridian-ville, which among other things is also good for those of you who enjoy my scribblings.  So…in this ‘issue’ we not only have the YUP and the “don’t forget THAT I posted these things that WP may not have informed you of” bit, but…there’s also a TEASER for the next Part of One Night.  And I am totally evil-grinning over here, too, cause I know what happens in this chock-full Part…

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Two-fer to make your Monday a better place, I hope!

Welcome to the only official Monday of this week!  For better or for worse, aren’t you glad each week only gets one Monday (usually)??  Hope you have a great one – now, on to:

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Happy Friday! Notice of possibilities…

Happy Friday – hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!! 

Other than that, this post is mainly to ask who all might be interested in, say, Godric’s thoughts?  Maaaaaybe…a mini-Part, possibly a Part 2.5, that might-just-maybe be posted on Monday God willing and the creeks don’t rise?

Maybe? 

(I have trees falling around my house for no valid-to-me reason so it’s a valid-ish concern…validly…)

So —– let me know if you want a peek into Godric’s mind/life?

And, one last thing before I do the princess wave:  I posted this little piece to the blog sometime last week.  It’s NOT AT ALL fic related, but kind of suits the changing of the season.

Click the pretty pic, and y’all have a great weekend!

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One Night – The Third Night – bla bla IS UP!

Ok, this Part is NOT as much of a major time investment as some of the others have been (think “snacks”, not “lunch, dinner, and snacks”).  Now, compared to ‘normal’ chapters yeah, it’s still long – THERE IS AN INTERMISSION, or rather, an “INNERMISSION” (you’ll see)…, but this Part isn’t as much of a saga.

Barely.

It’s still well over 5,000 words, so, yeah, NO GRUMBLING. 

And, on THAT note, this “Third Night” will have – repeat: will have – 4 Parts (now).  (Later? WTF knows…I’m just writing it as it goes, kind of, mostly.  And Eric’s a mouthy swot.  Damn spiders.) Yes, Godric is still going to magically appear during this Third Night, toward the end, just as always.

Why, you might ask, is this Third Night going on so long?

BLAME.  ERIC.

Dude’s mind is…yeah.  If you’ve been following this saga, you know.

It may-might-maybe also be a bit my fault…lots of things happen during this highly eventful Night.  Lots of shit be goin’ down, as Lala (sadly, not in this fic, at least, not yet?  Who knows…) might say.

So anyway, here ya go.

(And yes, I am totally evil-snickering over here cause I know what happens “now” and what’s gonna happen “then”.)

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Read, like, review, send coffee and donuts (a grilled cheese with 4-minute fries wouldn’t go amiss…), maybe a pickle or two, whatevs…

 

One Night – The Third Night – Part 1…is up!

This is not a drill.  Repeat:  this is not a drill.

Both the clock and the FLM have miraculously cooperated so have at it and let me know what you think:

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Poll Bitnez, Not Chapter Yet (so ignore if you’re busy)

Man, you ladies (and gents? We have any gents in the house?) should be writers yourselves!  Your fantastic suggestions have been fun, interesting, and inspired – very creative and imaginative and I can totally see some brilliant backstories being thought up for so many of those names.  Really, people – go pick up a pencil or a keyboard and get to it! 

GO DO WRITE-Y THINGS WITH THOSE AMAZING IMAGINATIONS, PEOPLE!!!

Now, I don’t know if the poll will close on its own or not – damn thing is smarter than I am – but as of (glances at watch) right now, poll-wise Seb’s in the lead with Richard trailing along in eventual second place. 

But…I’m loving EVERY ONE of the suggestions in the comments!  I should have known better than to pull a poll because now I want to use ALL THE NAMES.

*grumph*  Dude may end up with the longest name in the history of fanfic naming conventions…Well, it IS Texas…and things are always bigger in Texas…

Oh, and here’s the deal about dear ol’ Stan Davis.  Many of y’all mentioned that he was the King of Texas (I ran out of time to reply to individual comments…sorry), and that’s kind of what I’d thought, too – and we were all right…sort of:

In SVM, Stan Davis was the vampire Sheriff of Dallas who does, eventually, become King of Texas much later in the book series (wiki says in book 7), but during this “time frame”, he’s not the king (yet) – still just a Sheriff (which is Godric’s job in the TB version that I’m mostly going with). It’s annoying that the ‘current’ king’s name wasn’t ever given (that I can find at least).

But in TB (where I’m basing the majority of this story), Stan’s just Godric’s mouthy, aggressive lieutenant and to my knowledge no name for the king of Texas was ever given there, either.

So…there’s that, hence this…

Anyway, as for the next installation, I’m already 4,200~ words into it and I’m not even at the half-way mark yet.  Lots of things happen in this Part and apparently these things require lots of parts of speech.  For comparison, the previous Part was around 8,981~ words, give or take.  Warning:  This installation is en route to becoming a monumental bastard with about 12 pee breaks, 2 dinners, and a vacation suggested.

I’m tempted to edit what I’ve written so far as a “”Part1a”” and post hell out of it tomorrow or something.

So that’s where I am.  And if you noticed that I didn’t mention which name/names/conglomeration of even more names I’ll be using, you’re right! *evil grin* You’ll just have to read on…and on…

Hearts and mosquitoes (cause I’m tired of dealing with the fuckers – I mean, really, “Fall” is supposedly scheduled to make its way here on Thursday and it’s still 88*F outside at *checks watch again* now ffs),

~Mer

COME AND GET IT!!! One Night – The Second Night – Part 3 is up!

And…it’s a biggie, longer even than Part 2 was (just without all the Eric/contract bored frustration).  Sorry for all the wordage…be sure to pack a lunch…and maybe a dinner…but hey, there IS an Intermission, so…there’s that?  *side eye*

Obligatory reminder: Awards/vote/nominations/something.

Now, GO READ!  ENJOY!  LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

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Just a wee teaser from my desktop to your…

…whatever you read this on!

Yes, I yet live!  *gonna imagine lots of celebratory noise here*  Summer has been summering right along and taking beaucoups of my time along with it but now that GLORIOUS AUTUMN or FALL or PRE-HALLOWEEN or HALLOWEEN or PUMPKIN or PRETTY-LEAF SEASON (or whatever) is finally (thought to be ever-so-slowly, eventually, hopefully considering we’re still having highs in the 90*s) approaching, in theory I should have more time to write, maybe, hopefully.  (I gotta be all hedgey or the FLM will just laugh at me and flitter off like she loves to do.  She can be a little bitch that way.)

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One Night – The Second Night – Part 2 is up!!

This post is long, but first things first:

Okee dokee – here’s the link to One Night – The Second Night – Part 2.  It’s…it’s a doozy.  Approach this chapter with caution and coffee. And trail rations.  That bad boy is LONG and yes, I am ABSOLUTELY blaming Eric.  He’s big and broad…he can shoulder the blame…

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Reminder:  Nominations are open in the You Want Blood Awards.   Go, nom…um, nominate (oops…Mr. C’s corn chips made me munchy), spread the love, etc.  Mainly, just have fun supporting our fangtastic fandom!

Here’s the link to the blog post where I (oh-so-kindly ’cause I’m fangtastic like that) listed the fics and categories that I might be nominate-able for (is too a word…now…): THE BLOG POST

Recently posted chapters (listed because we all know how notices on Worpress sometimes go):

DECISIONS – CHAPTER 37

ANDRE – FINAL CHAPTER/EPILOGUE (Yes – it’s finished!)

EN: ATS, CHAPTER 18

STC, CHAPTER 28

Aye, that’s enough for now.  Go read!  😀

~Mer

PLOT TWIST…or rather…TEASER!

Ok, One Night – The Second Night – Part 2 is taking a bit longer to write than I had anticipated (mainly because I’ve also been working on Decisions, Moon, and STC…and also because I can be a bit wordy…sorry…), but it WILL BE ready to post in the next day or three, give or take…God willing and the creeks don’t rise…

In the meantime, here’s a wee teaser to tide y’all over:

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With extreme reluctance Eric gave into the demands of time and slowly descended to land near the bottom of the steps leading up to Sookie’s porch. The Dae Cataliades’s sedately lawyer-esque vehicle was parked close by, his faint odor leading to the front steps Eric was oddly loathe to mount, and the sounds and scents of the remaining Were guards drifted through the wooded lands surrounding the old house.

Fury briefly spiked his blood.

Fucking Alcide off hiding in the bathroom chatting up one of his literal Werebitches while leaving Sookie unprotected… What if I hadn’t been there?  What if Compton had managed to…  Mangy flea-infested bastard will pay…

It took a second for Eric to refocus.

The contracts that would be discussed that night wouldn’t necessarily provide Sookie with immediate physical protection and he needed to secure more and better guards who were actually responsible enough to warrant his trust.

Obviously that pathetic mutt would rather spend his time chatting on phones in bar restrooms than doing his fucking job, but that other one… Tray?  Trey? However the fuck he spelled his name, he might be far more qualified.  He’s a loner, too, not overly affiliated with any one pack, so logistics wouldn’t be an issue.

Signed contracts would, however, vastly increase Sookie’s future security, as they would be both legally and, possibly, magically binding, but having his arms filled with her warm, soft form noticeably dimmed his enthusiasm for the upcoming discussions.

To his inner satisfaction, Sookie didn’t seem to be in any hurry, either.

She might have stepped away from him when they landed but, he noted smugly, she hadn’t stepped far.  His arm was still draped across her back and she wasn’t shrugging it away.

Content to let her set the pace, his arm sank to her waist and was far more “resting” than “leading” as they ambled toward that first riser.

He noted when a curious look crossed her face, and on the third step she stopped and looked up at him although he was still on the first. Her expression was now somewhat disturbed.

When she rose on her tiptoes, he graciously leaned toward her.

“Eric, I can tell someone is in there with Gran and I know it’s bound to be that lawyer, but I can’t make out his thoughts. They’re like a mix of radio static and white noise. I’ve never heard anything like that before.”

He kept his features neutral but inside he grimaced.

Damn. Trust the Dae to have odd brains… This is not the time to have to explain about a new species. I have to tell her something, but how do I tell this sheltered little babe in the woods that those woods are a hell of a lot more crowded than she’d ever guess?

He stared into her eyes with his mind still racing.

Oh, hey, Little Red Riding Hood, guess what – not only is the big bad human-wolf hybrid a thing that exists, but demons are real, too! And there are fairies and witches and maenads OH MY! But never fear, you get to meet a demon in three…two…

Yeah. That would work.

Standing as they were with Sookie two steps…

•~•0•~•

So…are you teased now??  Lol, let me know what you think, and fingers crossed the rest will magically appear soon.

~Mer

 

 

Due to popular demand…

Due to popular demand and many bribes with delicious (albeit virtual) coffee (some kind soul even mentioned donuts…), I present:  One Night – The Second Night – Part 1… 

Yes, ladies and gennelmen, you read that right:  One Night has been revived. 

Naturally updates will be irregular as time/muse/weather/etc permit, but at this point I have roughly three “parts” parsed out for their Second Night – all filled with things that have to happen before they can arrive in Dallas.

And yes – spoiler – they will be going to Dallas…where the Godric is…  (You’re welcome!)

Yes, I said “Godric”.  GODRIC GODRIC GODRIC…  Godric.  😀  (You should know by now that I’m in permadoration of my version of him…)

Whew…ok…so there’s that.  Now:

UPDATES ON THE OTHER WIPS:

Andre:  I’m about half way through that final chapter.  I’d gotten well over 4/5ths the way through an entirely different version when I decided it didn’t suit so I scrapped the entire mess and started all over again.  It’s a writer’s prerogative I sometimes gleefully (ok, and at times tearfully, other times begrudgingly) employ.  Andre heartily approved.  He told me so.  Of course, by this point he’d probably tell me the sky was pink if he thought that was what I wanted to hear just to get the damn story told, lol. 

STC:  *evil grin*  Things are progressing well – I’m about 1/3rd through the next chapter.

Moon:  Ditto…maybe a little more.  Yes, Sookie is still eating the weirdest combination of foods you can (try not to) imagine.  Eric is still being very polite about it all.  Sevrin grimaces.  Often.

EN: ATS isn’t up for another chappy yet, and we’re not discussing Decisions.  Nope.  *plugs ears*  I can, however, say with full confidence that Godric is not wearing shoes, and in all probability *checks watch* lacks clothing, too.  Cara fully approves.  

Ok, so –  w/o further ado’ing, enjoy:

One Night