The Guily Ones // 2 // Eric NorthmanxOC

Fellowship of the Sun 1

Before me stretched an Institute from that radicalized organization Fellowship of the Sun. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I was really awake.

What does a vampire want with the Fellowship of the Sun?

That was my first thought. However it was quickly replaced by an even more confused: Why is Jason Stackhouse standing in front of me, waving like a madman? 

"Ash?" Jason's voice sounded as confused as I felt, but then he hugged me enthusiastically.

"What are you doing here?"

"That," I poked him in the chest, "is what I was about to ask you!" Jason looked down, embarrassed, answering my next, unspoken question. "Oh, Jason, no!"

I wasn't exactly a fan of vampires. My past and my leisure activities (where I sometimes roamed the city like Buffy, having staked one or two vampires in my lifetime) were proof enough. But joining a racist, sexists, close minded terrorist organization that claimed to be doing God's work by bringing light back into the darkness was a step too far for even for me—and I didn't even have a sister dating a vampire.

"Does Sookie know?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Jason grabbed my arm before I knew what was happening and pulled me along. Was "Drag-Ash-Along" night or something?

At least Jason had the decency to explain, while nearly ripping my arm out of its socket.

"That's what's bothering me. Sookie had no idea I was here, and yet Sarah just said—" He caught my confused look and corrected himself. "The pastor's wife—Sarah Newlin—said they have Sookie!"

Finally, the pieces in my mind started to fit together. Or at least some of them.

1.) Sookie was in Dallas, helping Eric (after she owed him a favor for saving her life). 

2.) Eric had gotten her into trouble (again) and was now (hopefully) on his way to help her.

Guilt enveloped me, its harsh tendrils cutting me open. Everything was going tits up and it was my stupid fault. AGAIN. If she hadn't gotten me out of trouble by striking a deal with Eric, she wouldn't be in danger once more. Too bad she had the bad fortune of being my friend. Stepping into trouble or messing up other people's lives (and my own) was something I'd become so good in, I'd win gold metals if it were ever to become an Olympic sport.

Now however, all I could do was clean up my mess. It was my turn to grab Jason's arm and drag him along. "Let's go." With purpose, I headed toward the entrance without a plan or weapons. Jason tried to stop me, but my stubborn ass ignored him.

"Damn, girl, you're strong."

I grunted.

"Damn it, Ash, stop! Ouch!" Jason flailed like a fish out of water, so I paused. "We can't just waltz in there. They know we're coming, we need a pl—"

Loud sirens interrupted him, making me grin triumphantly.

"Looks like they know we're here."

I grinned; Jason sulked.

"Come on!"

Faster than I could think, we ran towards the main entrance. We'd started up on a hill, with the entrance to the huge church like building at the bottom, so we nearly tumbled through the door as we stumbled to a stop. A horde of so-called "worshippers," armed to the teeth with bizarre, makeshift weapons, blocked our path.

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down there, young lady!" A particularly slimy guy with a Confederate flag cap stopped me. The unofficial symbol of racism and prejudice against... well, pretty much everything that wasn't white, heterosexual, christian and male. How fitting. I was about to swing my arm back to knock him out (hopefully), when Jason grabbed my raised fist and pulled me to him. Already about to protest, I heard Jason, surprisingly, de-escalate the situation.