{for The Queen, Godric and Eric}

Even though so many years had passed (over 1.200 years, to be exact, not that time really mattered for old vampires such as her, Eric and Godric), Sophie-Anne still remembered the first time she laid eyes on Godric, and, in the next breath that did not need to be taken, Eric.

November 807, France
"Mon cherie, would you please hurry up? There is a ball waiting to be danced on!" Calling out to her companion (a pretty young thing with blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and nice cleavage) for the night, Sophie-Anne hurried through the night, trying to find her way to the place this ball was supposed to be.

The whole town had been talking about it for weeks, now, and as it seemed, this girl was too slow.

Huffing out an annoyed breath, Sophie-Anne decided she had enough, leaving her behind on her way-- just to run into two men of her kind.
One of them (tall, blonde haired, absolutely beautiful) smelled musty, sexually aroused, and Sophie-Anne couldn't help but lick her fangs.

"Bonjour, monsieurs! Have you lost your way?" She asked, a charming smile taking over her features almost immediately.

"Don't follow me," that was what he had told us. Well, I wouldn't have felt the need to 'follow him' if I had any effing idea of what Godric was planning to begin with. He was acting... stranger than usual, that one, and I was sure he was planning to do something Isabel and I would not approve. Not that he need our approval, but he had always been polite enough to tell us his plans as if he was asking for our opinion.

So now here I was in damn Louisiana, in its equally damn Shreveport which just happened to be the territory of Godric's baby boy –the more than damnable Eric, Sheriff of area 5. Not that I care much about the pretty vampire -he was a pain in the ass but untouchable thanks to Godric's protection... and because the fucker had earned his reputation of merciless. And rumor had it that he was now in favor of his damn Queen...

Yeah, pretty baby-boy was a real pain.

But yeah, now I was in his fucking territory disobeying the orders of my Sheriff because he decided to go MIA for almost a week. I knew Isabel was as worried as I was, but she will always be a rule-follower rather than a rule-breaker -that was my job.

It had taken all of my abilities to be able to come here without Ms Rules Enforcer knowledge, not that I need to hide, mind you, but it was funnier to worry the older vampire than having her know my plans -the fighting that came after she figured out what I was doing to begin with were better this way. So as I walked down the road to that stupid nightclub with its even stupider name to see if I could gather any information regarding the whereabouts of Godric, to say that I was surprised to see Lieutenant Isabel Beaumont waiting for me at the door of Fangtasia was an understatement.

“Well damn, Isabel, funny to find you here of all places. What are you doing? Satisfying one of your boy-toys many kinks?”

[If I'm doing this wrong, someone please ping me or smack me or something! *grin*]

*Sam stomps through the bar on the way to his office, calling over his shoulder "When Sookie gets here, tell her to come to my office!"*

I have to get out of this town for a while. Maryann is getting too close and I can't afford to let her force me to shift in the bar. I know these people are my neighbors and friends but I don't think they'd handle knowing what I am. Hell, I can barely handle what I am.

Maybe I can get Sookie to go with me to Fangtasia. It's not my favorite idea but maybe I can get a bartender on loan. I can't leave the place entirely in Sookie's hands - she's got enough going on as it is. And Terry will just stress out.

I've got no other choices. I hate to tuck tail and run but what else can I do? I have to keep my town safe.

I stood under the rain in the dark alley behind Fangtasia. Everything that had taken placed that particular night was demanding my complete attention. Each memory seemed to be running through my mind one behind each other, like jigsaws falling in a chaotic way. I didn't know what to think, I wasn't sure I wanted to think of anything in particular.

Letting my back rest in the wet wall bricks, I close my eyes for a second, playing with the idea of heading back to the hotel. Pam had offered to take me in her car, but I didn't feel I could handle any company after my talked with Eric. As soon as he entered my mind, I blocked him away; that was one particular thought I was not venturing this night.

As I was about to pull myself from the wall, an almost inaudible noise caught my attention, putting all my senses in guard. I stood motionless, waiting to listen to it one more time. Suddenly, the backdoor of Fangtasia opened and a small figure which face was behind the shadows the supplied by the cap of a black hoodie. Thinking the worst, I was standing behind the body of the intruder in a fraction of a second, placing my arm around its neck.

Then the scream let itself be heard.

Sometimes I really hate being a vampire. For example, the other night I was "with" Hoyt and we discovered afterward that I'm going to be a virgin for as long as I exist because it keeps growing back. It's so terrible and freakin' weird and I think Hoyt was weirded out too. It just reminds me constantly that I'm never going to be able to have a baby ever now that I'm a vamp, Maxine was right. Lately Bon Temp has gotten really weird, everyone's eyes are black and Maxine has been more terrible than usual, sayin' really nasty things to Hoyt and me. Oh and  Hoyt hasn't called or tried to reach me since the whole stupid incident with his mom, after I bit her, but I guess when you bite someones mother, consequences are to be expected. Where the hell is Bill? This town is going to hell in a handbasket.

[OPEN TO WHO EVER WANTS TO COME IN, BUT BEFORE YOU DO, PLEASE READ THE RECENT SCENES OF PAMS, BOTH WITH GODRIC AND IN MY CHARACTER JOURNAL, so you know the back story/are up to date.]

I sat in the office signing papers that Fantasia's accountant had left for me. I was bored and doing paperwork was not fulfilling. I could still smell Godric's scent, strong on my skin, mixed with the smell of sex and the human girls perfume. It was pleasurable.

Saying she had been anxiously waiting for Godric to come pick her up would've been an exaggeration, but The Queen was waiting for him to arrive.
She'd picked out one of her best dresses [1, to keep up her reputation and 2, because there was no reason not to], had drank from one of the beautiful humans she could choose from, and then she had been waiting.

One hour passed, two passed.

Slowly but certainly, she was getting unnerved; there had been talks about Godric offering himself to the Fellowship of the Sun group, so of course she worried.

The third hour was about to strike when she felt the slight tingle she'd always felt when Godric had been near her, and she got up, lightly fixing her hair until one of her bodyguards came in to inform her about Godric's arrival.

"Bring him in, bring him in!" Her voice raising ever so lightly with excitement, she took another step forward, waiting for Godric to be brought into her dayroom.

Shreveport smell like broken thoughts, like forgotten memories, like a shattered us.

An 'us' that I had shattered a long time ago.

My mind seem to be locked with these thoughts, each of them fighting to find the way out and impose itself in my mind -all of them fighting in vain. No matter how many thoughts fight for supremacy, only one of them had the strength to break the barriers I have created specifically to protect myself from it. A creation that had proven to be worthless as that sole thought was the one that kept on creping in my mind, wanting to be vocalise, hoping in vain.

As the Queen's and my coffin wear open by the personnel of Anubis Airlines, I saw Eric and Pam standing side by side, waiting for us. I could sense the tension between them, and even if the Queen did so as well, she decided to ignore it as she stood there, waiting for them to show their respects. I watched as Eric and Pam bow to her, followed by giving me the same treatment. Eric didn't look me in the eye -I didn't blame him, I had order him to leave me alone with Pam, and by his reaction, he was hurt.

Pam stood there, waiting to receive orders from me. I knew I had placed her in a delicate position, but I needed to buy some time before I go to do what needed to be done.

Saying my goodbyes to the Queen and Eric, I waited until they have left to address Pam for the first time.

"I'm sorry for putting you in such a delicate position Pam. Tell me, is he angry with you or just with me?"