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...
When Sam called me the next night I practically leaped out of my coffin; I couldn't get dressed fast enough. He'd given me a location, informing me that Baker was being held and interrogated by two vampires. Right now, he's watching from a safe distance in his truck; he said he was ready to shift into a mouse at my command in order to eavesdrop some more.
It seemed like a lifetime had passed when I arrive at the abandoned building in the industrial district of Bossier City a little after 9 PM. I quickly begin to survey the area while remaining hidden from sight.
Sam, in mouse form, scurries over towards me, climbs my shoulder and makes direct eye contact; I nod, giving him the signal to enter the building for closer inspection.
He scurries across the grounds and enters the building through a tiny fissure in the structure. Only a moment passes before I hear light tapping sounds through a small window a few stories up. I fly upward to the window and I am greeted once again by Merlotte, he's shifted into an eagle and is using his beak to tap the window. For the second time, we make eye contact, I nod my approval and he fly's away.
I text Pam and instruct her to wire Sam the other half of his money, he has done well and I was impressed with his work. I was even more pleased with the sight before me.
Stan was being tortured by none other than the Queen's chief flunky's William Compton and Liam McKnight. Now, I must calculate my next move. Bill and Liam are heavily armed with guns loaded with silver bullets, along with offensive silver daggers and prods. The handle of the sharp 20-inch prod is leather so a vampire can grip it securely. They are using the poisonous silver to painfully burning his flesh, the room vibrates with gut-wrenching wails from Stan. This is a highly efficient way to torture a vampire slowly.
"You have until Monday to pay the Queen the 75 Grand, fuck-twat,"Liam tells Stan and of course Stan promises them repayment, he'll say anything to prevent the silver prod from going up his ass.
"How will you get the money Stan, last I checked you were broke, you blew it all in Biloxi," Bill questioned holding a sharp sliver dagger a mere centimeter from his eye.
"I know a very wealthy woman who owes me for keeping her secret for the last 15 years." He assures them without flinching, without blinking a fucking eye and I knew he was speaking of Tara.
What secret does he speak of?
"Who is this woman and where is she?" Bill questioned.
"Well, she's very powerful and..."
"That's not what Bill asked ass wipe!" Liam yelled at Stan's hesitation and brutally jabbed his captor in the side with the prod, causing Stan to cry out in unrestrained anguish.
I knew Stan would soon fold, so before they can pry her name out his foolish mouth, I surge in, through the small glass opening using the element of surprise to catch the two lackeys off guard. I rush the youngest vampire, Liam, snapping his neck and watching his body burst into a steaming pile of blood-shit all over Stan and me.
Bill has made it across the room and shoots at me with his gun, I duck and he misses my head by only a few inches, but the silver dagger he speared at me penetrated my upper thigh. I bellow out in agony; the silver feels like lava with teeth as it scalds into my flesh. As I am occupied with pulling the invasive weapon from my leg, Compton flees and I am left with the vampire I was after.
I approach my intended target as the ebbing sting from my wound slowly, painfully heals. The smell of Stan's burning flesh is sickening as he writhes in his silver shackles to weak too free himself. He shamefully begs for his pathetic life.
"I'll tell you where she is! I'll tell you everything, please, just don't kill me!"
"I shall spare your pitiful existence, now tell me Baker, where she is," I said, giving the idiot a false promise of freedom. My eyes are unable to mask the visceral. I want to rip his lying tongue from his throat.
"I promise! I'll show you, just untie me - Please- I'll take you to her right now!" He's smarter than I thought, he doesn't believe me.
I find comfort in knowing Tara is still alive. Oh- how I wish I could kill him now, but I am sure he has hidden her well, and I cannot risk not finding her. I growl in frustration as I pull a pair of leather gloves from my jacket pocket and slide them on. I release the weakened vampire from his silver restraints. The silver has severely disfigured him and almost completely drained him of energy, so I am forced to help him up. I grab him by the collar of his already torn shirt and drag him out through the broken window.
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