Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

One and Done

"How long will it take you to fly us to Bon Temps?" Tara's voice shook in a panic she could barely hold her cell phone steady.

"About 30 minutes," Eric replies, taking her by the hand in an attempt to comfort his companion.

"I need you to fly me as fast as you can, don't worry about making me comfortable, okay?"

Eric nodded, "Change into something warmer, jeans, your warmest coat, and boots."

Tara ran upstairs and quickly changed her clothes.

The local Police Department surrounded Moon Goddess Emporium, piecing together what happened just an hour ago. When Nicole went missing from the shop last month Holly had a top-notch surveillance camera installed. Initially, the footage looked like a normal day of business until just a few minutes before closing. René Lenier can be clearly seen disabling one of the cameras. Immediately an all-points bulletin is issued for the 22-year-old road crew worker.

Franklin is the kind of agent who'd been born in a suit. He was a serious man with a serious gun who rolled off the assembly line in Quantico, Virginia. He knew from his training that he should go back to the first crime scene. He knew that something else would be there, something overlooked, just waiting to be discovered.

It did not take long for Sam to spot Franklin's distinct car just before it drives into the forest and becomes hidden by the canopy of trees. In his eagle form, Sam is able to see for miles and pick up scent almost as effectively as when he is in dog form. Sam dives in and perches onto a tree branch, he could clearly see the freshly dug graves close to The Lenier's old cabin.

With his flashlight in hand, Franklin patrols around the swampy area, the grass is damp from the evening fog and every time he took a step the mud FBI agent is desperate for answers, searching, and examining the area. Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten.

Just a stone's throw away from the detective are freshly dug graves, but the detective is heading the other way, he sees a flickering light coming from what is supposed to be an abandoned cabin. The Shifter lands on the ground and shifts into his dog form.

The moldy, rotting, gray house stood in front of the Agent. Moaning and creaking noises were projected from beneath his feet. The bottom step squeaked as he applied pressure with his foot, he let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn't swallowed him up. The door, slightly off-color from the rest of the house, loomed over him like a giant as he reached for the rusty door handle. Franklin had only taken a step when he heard the scream coming from the back of the cabin. Without hesitation, he drew and cocked his gun. Only the faint moonlight lit his path as he slowly proceeded to where the sound originated from.

Without warning, shots are fired, barely missing him. He ducks and takes cover behind a wall narrowly missing being shot. She swings forward from behind the wall and fires his gun, aiming it straight at the silhouette figure across the room. The shadowy figure stumbles back but not before letting off a shot that hits Franklin. The FBI agent stumbles back, ducking behind a dark corner.

Holly is screaming at the top of her lungs now; she heard the gunshots and she knows someone is out there. "I'm tied up back here! Help me!"

High above the skyline, Eric and Tara fly faster than any vehicle on the interstate. They are only a few minutes away. Her phone pings with several messages from members of the Coven. The entire town has heard of Kenya's murder and Holly's kidnapping. Tara wants to answer her phone, and respond to the text, but she can't. She does not dare remove her grip on Eric. Tara holds back her tears and prays, she prays that they get to their friend in time.

At the edge of town, Eric hears the gunfire and decides to land near that location.

"Tara, stay behind me, several pistol shots were fired a moment ago, from over there." He warns her pointing to the old Lenier's cabin and Tara gasped in revelation. Instead of taking cover, she runs full speed forward.