Two Souls, One Heart (based on the show True Blood)

The Viking Berserker

️I don't know

I don't know which side I'm on

I don't know my right from left

Or my right from wrong

Say I'm a fool

Say I'm nothing

But if I'm a fool for you

Oh, that's something

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Baton Rouge, Louisiana

Eric had taken a liking to his late father's colonial style house and had generously spent a small fortune on renovations; The sculptures had been made long ago by masters of the craft, they were set on pedestals amid the water of the fountains. The property beheld manicured hedges, it's architecture, splendid, it's gardens plush and manicured to perfection.

He didn't stop there, inside the home he built a grand-hall, there were paintings on the walls that belonged in the Louvre, sculptures of ancient vampire monarchs in very primal positions in each corner. In the middle of the marble floor was a water-fountain, streaming red colored water from a stone woman's neck.

The grand-hall could comfortably seat over two dozen monarchs. And for the final touch, he purchased an ornate table at Christie's; the monstrous marble table was smooth it had the lustrous quality of well porcelain plate. The dark cherry wood chairs are smooth, with a lustrous quality of well-waxed wood and cherubs chiseled into the sides.

Still, the house is just that – a house, it is no longer a home. Although the house is fully functional, with the top of the line residence will be used for meetings and events only; no one will ever reside in Godric's first Louisiana house again.

And now that it is midnight, the meeting of the Monarchy shall begin...

The King stood at the head of the table, his arms folded over his broad chest; observing the Council.

He had called upon this meeting, knowing without a doubt that someone had information about the attack on Fangtaisa, perhaps the invasion of his home too. He needed the entire Council in one room so that he and his brothers could figure out who the traitor or traitors were. There were 24 monarchs and chancellors, minus Salome who would have made 25 and over 300 Sheriffs; the ones before him were the oldest, most powerful- politically and supernaturally; if anything of importance happens, they would either know about it or be the cause of it.

He interrupted the chatter by pretending to clear his throat. Once he had everyone's attention, he spoke.

"As you are all aware, two nights ago Fangtaisa was destroyed." Eric began.

"So, your sordid nightclub was bombed, why is this any concern to us?" Violet clipped abruptly, her thick Polish accent was rich with contempt.

"If you'd shut the fuck up, I'd tell you." Eric hissed sharply.

"Bawahahahahaha..." Franklin guffawed, unable to contain his laughter, he saw that wisecrack coming from a mile away. Violet huffed like a child but remained silent. The master in the craft of investigation had extensive information about all the Chancellor's and Ms. Violet Muzurski, Queen of Florida was one to be noticed. Born in 1170 A.D, Violet is a very powerful vampire. She exerts control over others through fear and manipulation. She was the second oldest queen and believed to be friends with the fugitive vampire Salome Agrippa. Violet places at number 1 on the list of Chancellor's that the dark-haired vampire does not trust. Besides his brothers, everyone at the table is possible suspects. Everyone has a price and it has never been known how wealthy Agrippa is. Salome could have paid off several Sheriffs, possibly Kings and Queens.