reinla's trip down the rabbit hole

It was funny, a little thing called trust. How it seemed to go one way and then another. Only seeming to last for those that knew with whom to grant it. Sookie Stackhouse was quickly learning with whom she could trust and whom she could not. Even with a gift like hers, it made sense that she would have some reservations about trusting anyone.

Sitting beside The Magister as he talked to her about the vampire world and the hierarchy that she was to be a part of, was comforting. That first time she had heard of him had been terrifying, especially with the fact that Bill had to create Jessica in compensation. Now that she thought about it, however, it was Eric she was scared for not Bill.

“Life has a funny way of kicking us in our butt does it not? My whole life I could hear the voices of the humans and what I am now learning are other supernatural, it made things so complicated. Always knowing who was being honest and who was not. Yet, vampires, I can’t hear you. For the first time in my life, I can surround myself with people that quiet the constant bombardment of the voices. True, I have a little bit of shields that usually help but they fail more than they should.”

Sookie wanted to giggle in a nervous way as she turned to stare at the door that led to the dungeon underneath Fangtasia. Not being a vampire was having perks, she wouldn’t have to hear the sounds going on down below. Or smell them.

“Trust me Miss Stackhouse, learning who you can trust does not get any easier with age. The trick is to plan for all possible outcomes of a situation and hope that you never have to enact those plans.” The Magister understood where she was coming from. He didn’t have the ability to hear thoughts but he had always had a way to sense the character of vampires. Jorge could tell if someone was being honest or deceitful and given how much of it they were trying to use would often sway his judgements. Yet, he trusted almost no one.

Sookie brushed a blonde lock behind her ear as she sighed. So much had been revealed to her in such a small amount of time that the woman was surprised she had not yet passed out. Information overload. It was a real thing and she could feel it pulling at her. She could also hear the voices of some of the humans that were approaching the bar and wondering why the doors were locked and it was closed. The disgust of being turned away was clear in each of their thoughts.

Jorge was not sure what to say to the young woman. He could still sense the nervousness coming from the fairy princess beside him and wanted to put her mind at ease. Yet, telling her more about their world could do just the opposite.

“I understand that y’all have justice and all that. I just don’t understand why someone would break the rules knowing that they might get killed.” Was the next thing that came from Sookie as she turned to look at The Magister.

“Bill Compton is an idiot. My maker should have ended him the first time they ran into each other, but Eric was trying to not cause any more bloodshed at the time.” Pam’s voice interrupted the duo as she handed Sookie a glass of water to drink. Even being the youngest creature there she could sense the tension within the area.

Looking at Pam, Sookie laughed somewhat. “Cheese and rice. Pam! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Pam just flashed a fangy grin at the blonde as she moved to take a seat near the two of them. Too much testosterone was filling the downstairs and Pam wanted to let Sookie know that she had at least one female she could rely on.

“It’s like this sugar lumps. You spent your life growing up in a town stuck in Mayberry times. Your grandmother instilled within you a love of that life, but she couldn’t teach you about the world you’ve always been a part of. Now, normally, there would be a designated guardian that would teach you the ways but you were kept a secret. I have no doubt that Prince Niall had guards on you and was simply content to let you live your life as human as possible. If the Queen had not found out about you, you probably would still be in Bon Temps working as a waitress and being none the wiser.” Pausing, Pam thought a moment about what she was trying to say. She might be just over a century and a half but it had still taken her years to learn everything that this breather was having to learn now.

“Miss Stackhouse. I will be the first to tell you that humans are not often thought of with much regard in the supernatural world. You’re food for most part, and for some, entertainment and a means to release some baser urges. However, you are not human. As such, you should have been afforded certain rights and liberties. Fae are rare, hybrids of them even rarer. The Fae race is often thought of to be the most dangerous and a clear enemy to the vampires. Yet, they can work together and co-exist. Godric, Eric and Niall are proof of that.

As a member of the supernatural world, Bill should have asked you for permission to give you his blood. The only exception is in instances in which the supernatural creature cannot grant permission. Such as being beaten to the point that you’re almost dead. After healing you, he should have advised of what happened and taken you to the Sheriff in the area. The Sheriff would have assessed what happened and then contacted the ruling monarch and the council representative for your species. In this case, the Queen and Niall would have been contacted. You would be given a choice to have the blood removed from you through magic.

The events that led to the vampire giving you their blood would be investigated and if it was deemed to truly be in the protection of another supernatural no punishment would be handed down. However, if it was determined that they had a hand in the situation, then a judgement would be rendered by their monarch and executed by the sheriff.

However, you are not just a supe. You’re the princess of the House of Brigant, true heir and descendant to the Sky Fae. As such, you should have never been put in a situation to have a vampire give you their blood at all. Unless they are your mate or mates.” Pausing a moment, Jorge studied Miss Stackhouse to see if she understand what he was saying. She was above the ranks of humans and should have never had to suffer what she went through.

“I guess I understand. It’s a lot to learn in such a short amount of time. I knew I had this curse and my family knew I was odd. I just never thought that it would be one of my family that would betray me like this. Before you ask, it is a simple fact of ruling out those that knew about my quirk and are located in either Bon Temps or Shreveport. Jason, while I love him, is too much of an idiot to have betrayed me like that. He’s too busy doing stupid things in Bon Temps. So it had to be my cousin.”

Sookie could feel a tear start to trickle from her eye and slide down her face. Her life was hard even before the vampires had come into it and knowing that someone could so easily disregard all of that stung.

“Miss Stackhouse. I am here as a formality. You have no fear from me. You are under the direct protection of the Guardian of the Authority. You’re mates are two of the best sheriffs and enforcers we’ve ever had. Godric is the Chief Enforcer, answering to no one but the Guardian. Not just that but you’re the fairy princess. Anything that has been done to you would have been punished. I feel I must apologize for not knowing what was going on sooner.”

That was the last of that as the conversation quickly started to change towards shopping. Apparently The Magister had a thing for shoes and he and Pam soon got carried away with discussing shoes and where the best places were to buy the kind they liked. Sookie couldn’t understand it. No, that is not quite accurate. She could understand their desire for fashion. It was simply that she had grown up with little with her parents and then even less with her grandmother as the woman took care of her and Jason. Money had been tight and Sookie and Jason had both worked as soon as they were old enough to help. So she understood that some people had money but it wasn’t something she was familiar with.

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While Pam was upstairs with The Magister and Sookie, hopefully distracting the fairy from the danger below, Eric, Godric and Niall were down in the basement handing out their own form of justice.

Sam was lucky, he would not die. His crimes against Sookie were not as grievous. Instead, Niall would call the shifter council representative and alert him to the rogue shifter in Louisiana. He would be dealt with in the appropriate fashion. Sam would be lucky if he didn’t end up on some sort of monitored watch from other shifters after this.

When Sam had finally passed out from the ‘tortures’ the trio turned their attention to one William Thomas Compton. Bill had been a thorn in Eric’s side for years and the reason that Eric had made his progeny. In truth, had Bill and his maker not been rampaging through the village that Pamela lived in, he may never have created a vampire child.

Bill was growling in pain and trying to think about what he could say to get him out of this. He had been there when the claim had been made that Sookie was under the protection of the Authority. His queen still wanted the telepath and not only that but his King wanted her as well. Yet, the appearance of Prince Niall did not spell well for this ending on a positive note.

The trio was not planning to torture Bill yet. Well they were, but they were going make him wait. Anticipation was often worse than the act itself. The longer they waited, the more they could see that he was trying to come up with an excuse to get him out of the situation. All it would do is reveal some of the players in the game, but it will not save him. Sookie, was a supe, and as such was awarded certain levels of respect. He had failed even that. What made him think that a normal human would be a telepath? She had to be some sort of supernatural species. Even Witches had rights. Bill just happened to be the unlucky sod that was sent to collect the heir to the Sky Fae and he would pay for his crimes.

As the eldest of the three, and the blood heir of Sookie, it was Niall’s right to enact his vengeance first. However, he knew that Eric and Godric were Sookie’s true mates. They were the ones destined to help her become all that she was meant to be. He would not deny them the justice of killing Bill. That would be his gift to them for trying to protect his kin.

“The dog might believe that we are nothing more than fairytales but I know that you know better Mr. Compton. After all, your maker’s own maker ran afoul of a fairy and was ended for it. It may be the reason that Lorena is so crazy. That’s not the point. All vampires are warned about what it means to cross the Fae. No human has the power to hear thoughts. Those are the gifts given to hybrids. People who possess a mix of the species and are awarded full rights under the laws that you know.” Niall’s voice was hard and rough. He was holding back his rage.

Releasing the bonds on Bill’s mouth, they granted him a moment to speak. Ignorance would not save him here but only dig the hole that much deeper.

I am so sorry for not being around. I have had a very rough few months. I just wanted to check in with everyone and give you an idea of what is up.

I’ve got a lot going on. I’m still working full-time at the same job I’ve had for the last six years. Only I’m in a new team, and I’m not sure I like it. There are only two of us and at times, I don’t feel like the others pull their weight. She and I work our butts off for little to no recognition. It’s almost as bad as the other side of the company.

I have a boyfriend of over a year, who is the best thing to happen to me in a while. He’s very supportive of me. I will be moving in with him in a few months, and I’m unsure what I’ll do with my computer.

I also started going back to college to get my Bachelor Degree in Creative Writing with an emphasis on fiction. I wouldn’t have gone back if he hadn’t encouraged me.

I started school about ten weeks ago. Every eight weeks I’m on a new course.

As you can tell my schedule is hectic, but I am working on All I Ever Wanted. I have an idea for where to take the next chapter and I hope to get it written. I also have started a couple of chapters for my other stories.