Eric Northman, vampire Sheriff of Area 5 is ordered by the Queen of Louisiana to investigate accusations about a Coven of Necromancers in his area. Witches who control the dead are very dangerous to vampires. He soon discovers his long-lost love is...
A dread swept over me now that I am forced to open all of Stan's dozens of files and I click on the hundreds of emailed reports, pictures, files and surveillance videos; an attempt to verify the validity of his claims. Now, I am faced with the fact that I just couldn't bring myself to look at the pictures he'd sent. I wanted to respect her wishes and keep away. All these years I relied on Baker's word, my reason, I felt somewhat satisfied knowing of her location and his assurance of her well-being comforted me. It is apparent that I should not have been so trusting.
When she left me 15 years ago, she fled the country to the west-end of London and lived there for only a year before moving to St. Tropez, then Geneva. She recently took residence in a modest home in Toronto, Canada for the last 5 years until she returned to Bon Temps only 3 months ago. The surveillance photos of her spanned over the decade, her hairstyles and fashions changed with the times, all the while her stunning beauty remained the same. She looks exquisite in all of her images, always dressed to impress, even when she went out to conduct the menial task, such as going to the marketplace. But upon closer inspection, I see a clear sadness, a yearning, and desolation in those piercing dark eyes.
A sadness that I longed to remove permanently.
I glance at the clock on the wall and I curse out loud. The night is fleeing, I've spent entirely too much time on this task, too much time staring at Tara's images, fantasizing; it is not easy to turn away from such a lovely sight.
Finally, I conclude my research and collect as much information as possible, but doing this tedious task didn't get me any closer to figuring out where Tara is right now. However, I believe I've gathered some promising leads. I know exactly where Tara has been and by retracing her steps, I am certain I shall find her. So I call Sam Merlotte, the shifter owns several businesses in my area; his a reputable tracker with a scandalous past. Merlotte wants his shady secret kept from his new family and friends, making him the perfect person to employ. He agrees to my terms and promises results, so I give him a faithful deposit and quickly dismiss him, the smell of shifters repulses me more than wolves.
Next, I leave Pam in charge of Fangtasia in my absence. I order her to call me if she sees Stan or any of his associates human or vampire. She gets all pissy with me at first.
"And where the hell are you running off too?" She scowled daggers at me and I scowled right back giving her my 'don't fuck with me' glare.
"I have some business I must attend too." My eluding did not fool her and she threw her hands up in the air in frustration.
"You're going to chase after Tara aren't you?" Her eyes rolled harshly, saying Tara's name as if it were profane. "I don't fucking believe it!" She shook her head somberly in disbelief.
"ENOUGH PAMELA..!" I snapped viciously. She stared in shock for a moment, her eyes fell and then finally, finally I felt her impudence break.
"She should be here, on her fucking knees sucking your dick for watching over her danger-prone ass for all these years." she pouted.
"But she is not here, and I must find her, so if I ask your lazy ass to milk a cow, juggle chickens and lick a pig's asshole you better fucking do it."
She stuck out her bottom lip like a child. "Fine Eric, but you owe me..."
"Do as I say and you shall be rewarded..." I make my defiant progeny promise to keep her nose clean and her eyes open in my absence. I have no time for any bullshit, if I'm going to make any leeway, I must stay diligent.
I shall not leave any stone unturned.
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