Chapter 50: Witches & Bitches

AMELIA POV

I’d expected the battle to be worse. I’d prepared myself to cast spell after spell to protect our allies, but I’d also assumed some of them to fall, nonetheless.

Thus, I’d purposely disconnected myself from the situation emotionally so that—even if someone I knew or cared for was killed—I could continue working.

Because of this “disconnect,” watching the video feeds from Fangtasia’s cameras had been like watching an action movie in some ways—though a bad movie where only one side was trained as warriors.

A movie called Samurais Versus Schleps!

Yes—my coven members and I had been prepared to cast spells around any of our allies who were in trouble. Indeed, as soon as the battle had started, I’d preemptively (and automatically—without even thinking) cast one around Sookie’s booth—just in case the Viking was overestimating its indestructability. But—as it turned out—neither my fellow witches nor I had been required.

Octavia grinned almost evilly (an expression I didn’t know she had in her) once every enemy on the television monitors was dead. She nodded in my direction. Clearly, she was not surprised that we had been unnecessary in the battle.

“I know how Northman operates,” she commented. “We were always to be a failsafe—a redundancy—nothing more. And that was fine with me. Likely, the vampire and his bonded determined that it would be best if you were not present on the scene, but prepared this avenue for you to battle with them, nonetheless.”

“What?” I asked with confusion.

“See it as a compliment,” my mentor smiled with a wave of her hand. “Eric and Sookie trusted you to be a part of their back-up plan, but made sure that you were away from the battle so that you could escape if they were ultimately defeated.”

I shook my head. “Eric never doubted that he would win tonight,” I realized.

“Likely not—once he did the math. Of course, even with a ninety percent chance of victory comes a chance of defeat.” She smirked. “You know—I am not surprised that you cast out a protection spell around your friend, even though it wasn’t required. Eric would have expected that from you too. You created—if nothing else—an extra layer of security around his bonded, which likely kept him calmer during the battle.” She paused. “And—as I have taught you—a level-head is needed in war.”

I nodded in understanding. “Still—I can’t believe it was so easy for them!” I said, looking back at the monitors and smiling a little as I saw Eric and Sookie celebrating their victory with a kiss that would likely make Sookie blush whenever she thought about it.

Octavia winked. “Easy or not, I have still gained a favor from the North Man. So I am certainly not offended that the Viking didn’t actually expect to need us. I’m sure he had other failsafe’s too,” she added wryly.

I thought about the sniper outside of Fangtasia and nodded. “Yeah—he’s definitely a planner.”

Octavia chuckled. “Well—let’s get over there,” she said, gesturing toward the monitor. “We either have a new king to welcome or a fugitive to help escape.”

“But Eric won’t be escaping. Sookie said that he was gonna take whatever punishment was handed down—if it came to that,” I commented with a frown. “Otherwise, his vampire children and Sookie would never truly be free either.”

Octavia smirked. “The Viking has powerful allies that he doesn’t even know about. And one of them tasked me with supporting him tonight—even if it came to cloaking him so that he and his bonded could safely leave the country. However, I think I’m merely a failsafe in that regard too.”

“Who?” I asked.

Octavia shook her head. “One whom I would never dare question. She has made me realize that it is time for the witches of this state to join with our Supernatural brothers and sisters. And Northman and Sookie are the keys to the success of our alliance.”

“How?” I asked, sadly reduced to one-word questions.

The elder witch shook her head. “I didn’t ask. And—once I train you to take over the coven—you never will never ask such questions either.”

“Huh?” I asked.

Octavia merely smiled at me and turned to go.

I followed.


FREYDA POV

I was incensed!

Queens were not ordered!

And they certainly were not herded into a room or handled!

Yet I was at the mercy of Eric Northman’s two progenies.

One—Pamela—was well-known to me. Rumor had it that she had recently become estranged from Eric.

The second was Karin, the Slaughterer. The vampiress’s reputation preceded her. She was known for being able to assassinate anyone, even much older vampires. She was also known for her “honor”; rumor had it that she wouldn’t accept a job—no matter how much the promised payday was—if the vampire in question didn’t deserve his or her death.

After they’d dared to order me to “sit and stay” on the bed of my hotel suite—as if I were a dog!—the two “sisters” had sat back comfortably on the couch and begun a conversation about the relative merits of neutral versus bold decorating strategies in hotels!

And the bitches had completely ignored my questions for ten minutes!

“Where the fuck are my guards?” I demanded again—for probably the fiftieth time.

Finally, my captors looked at me.

“I believe they fled when they saw us,” Karin stated flatly.

At least she was speaking.

“I doubt they’ll be back,” Pam added with a smirk. “You need better guards anyway—considering the way they just tucked tail and ran.”

“You killed them—didn’t you?!” I demanded of Northman’s brood. “If you did, I’ll have your heads!”

“Like we said,” Karin reiterated in a stony tone that made me quiver with fear, “they disappeared when we arrived to offer you our protection.”

I frowned. “Protection?”

Karin nodded. “Indeed.”

“From whom?” I asked.

They didn’t answer.

“Eric sent you—right?” I demanded.

Again, they didn’t answer.

“You know that your maker will soon be raised to the status of my consort,” I said possessively, eyeing the older of the two vampiresses before me. “I will honor Eric by raising him in such a way. Indeed, your maker is very well regarded by me. And you ought to honor him by serving me,” I added somewhat haughtily.

“Has our maker not attempted—in many, many ways—to get out of the contract you forged without his consent?” Karin asked evenly.

“Appius’s consent should guarantee the consent of his child,” I tried.

Pam rolled her eyes. “Appius sired Eric Northman. But my maker made himself!” she said fervently. “And Eric did not make himself into the vampire he is today merely to serve one of your ilk!” she added with derision.

My fangs snapped down as I hissed at her insult. “You need to learn humility, child! Your maker will be on my leash before the night is over! And you will be out of his life.”

Thankfully, Karin stopped her sister from moving on me.

“The one in need of a lesson—and a leash—is you,” Karin said stonily. “Specifically, you need to learn to respect your elders. And both Pamela and I are older than you are.”

“But I am your better!” I seethed. “I am a queen!”

Both sisters snorted. “Yes,” Karin chuckled, “you are the queen of a state with a quickly dwindling number of vampire residents.”

I didn’t miss her implication, and—if I’d not known it before—I was now well aware that all my vampire guards were dead. I just hoped that my people with Felipe were faring better!

“It’s surprising that you are suddenly so interested in vampires respecting their makers’ wishes. Didn’t you become queen by betraying your own maker?” Pam jabbed.

“You know nothing of me!” I yelled out. “And I demand that you release me now!”

“But we are only protecting you,” Karin said coldly.

“Protecting me?” I sneered. “You are holding me against my will!”

“No—indeed,” Karin shook her head. “I’m sure you don’t know this, but tonight, Felipe de Castro has attempted to murder Eric Northman—our maker—and forcibly take Sookie Stackhouse—our mistress—even though the two are bonded.”

Clearly, you are in Louisiana only because de Castro deceived you to come,” Pam said, her sarcasm more obvious than her sister’s. “Thus, your life is in grave danger—unless you are in on Felipe’s plot,” she added with a smirk. “Are you? If so, my maker would have no choice but to act against you.”

“I would do nothing to harm Eric!” I yelled out. “And neither would Felipe! Eric is to be mine, and I am here to collect him—as per the agreement made between Appius and myself!”

“Your so-called agreement will soon not be worth the paper it was written on. My master belongs to another, and we will be keeping you here and cozy until she’s had the chance to officially claim him,” Karin stated.

“And then your illegitimate claim will be caput,” Pam chimed in.

“You cannot hold me against my will!” I yelled out. “I am a queen!”

“And a queen you will stay,” Karin stated.

“As long as you cooperate,” Pam added.

“If not . . . ,” Karin began.

“It’s off with your head!” her sibling finished in a high-pitched voice. Who was she? Fucking Alice in Wonderland?

I frowned at the two. “I’ll report you both to the Vampire Council.”

“Oh—Eric will be doing the only reporting tonight. He will be informing them of Felipe’s plot against himself and his bonded. As of yet, he’s ordered us not to kill you. You see—he believes that you really are not involved in the caped cocksucker’s plot,” Pam intoned mockingly.

“Yes—clearly you are victim here too, manipulated by Felipe,” Karin droned.

“Eric intends to ask that you be allowed to return to your state as long as you accept our mistress’s claim,” Pam grinned.

“What mistress? I am your mistress!” I raved, even as the two began ignoring me again and went back to their previous discussion about whether wallpapering was preferable to painting.

I huffed as I watched the two bicker like—well—sisters, though Karin kept a close eye on me. For that reason, I didn’t dare move off the bed.

With nothing better to do in that moment, I found myself wondering if there could be a kernel of truth in what the Viking’s brats had said. I shook my head. Eric wouldn’t risk defying Felipe unless the king had actually threatened him. I refused to believe that the Viking would fight the powerful Nevada king for anything as inconsequential as the telepath. But why would Felipe want to murder Eric? After all, I would be taking Eric out of Felipe’s territory soon enough.

Plus, Felipe was my ally! He would not take Eric from me!

“Wait! Did Eric kill Victor? Is he planning to kill Felipe?” I demanded.

“Look—a lightbulb just went on over her head?” Pam muttered.

Karin ignored her sister’s snide remark. “A group of Fae and Weres killed the Regent of Louisiana,” the assassin responded evenly. “As for Felipe, my maker learned that he was bringing a small army into Area 5 with the intention of killing him. Given the fact that Eric had served Felipe loyalty since the takeover—only to be met with the king’s betrayal—my maker determined to protect himself—as was his right.”

“Eric can’t kill Felipe!” I yelled. “That would be a death warrant to him! And he is to be mine!”

I looked at Karin desperately. “You must stop your maker! Tell him that—if he just agrees to leave the state and come to Oklahoma with me—then all will be well! I will help to smooth any of Felipe’s ruffled feathers. And—even if Eric did do something to Victor—I’m sure that I can help to cover that up too!”

Pam smiled. “Oh—but Felipe has no feathers left.”

“And a new king will soon be crowned,” Karin added.

“But—if Eric killed Felipe—he will be charged with treason and slain!” I cried. “He will not be allowed to be king.”

“Maybe,” Karin stated flatly. “But my maker would rather be faced with that fate than have to marry you.”

“Appius promised me the Viking!” I snarled in response. “And—even if Eric were allowed—by some miracle—to take the throne, the contract making him mine will not become void!”

“A king cannot be a consort,” Karin stated flatly.

I frowned. The vampiress was right.

But that didn’t mean that the contract could not be renegotiated so that it was a marriage agreement between two monarchs!

That idea brought a smile to my face.

“Take me to Fangtasia! Please!” I begged the two vampiresses. “If what you say is true, then I will be a witness on Eric’s behalf!”

Pam scoffed. “What could you possibly say that would help my maker?”

“Uh—I’ll say that Felipe—for no just cause—worked to undermine Eric at every turn!”

“Everyone already knows that,” Pam said with a roll of her eyes.

“I’ll say that Felipe intended to murder Eric,” I countered. “And a queen’s support and testimony will go a long way toward swaying the Council to allow Eric to live on and become the King of Louisiana, Nevada, and Arkansas!” I enthused, already imagining ruling four territories with the Viking.

Pam sneered. “And what would you want in exchange for your testimony?”

“A marriage!” I gushed. “Surely Eric would see the benefits of—say—a two-hundred-year union! We would rule the largest territory in the United States! And a marriage would legitimize his own claim to the throne if any others questioned his rise to power!”

“You were not listening, apparently, when I told you that someone has a prior claim to my master. A marriage to you—even if my maker had to bed you only once a year—is not something he would find tolerable,” Karin returned.

“But how could he not? I am a queen! And beautiful! Surely he is not so hung up on his human pet that he’d ignore an offer of a true partnership with me!” I stated. “I will admit that someone of his age being a consort to someone of mine might have offended him. But partnering with a fellow monarch? He would have to see the benefit in such a thing!”

“Sookie Stackhouse is bonded and pledged to my maker,” Pam growled. “She is no pet!”

“But their bond has been broken,” I insisted.

“And where did you get that information?” Karin asked.

I frowned. “Felipe told me,” I confessed after a moment’s pause.

“What else did he tell you? Leave nothing out,” Karin interrogated cuttingly.

I shrunk back a bit because of her malice-filled tone.

Afraid not to speak, I responded. “Felipe said that he was coming to Shreveport to investigate what happened to Victor. He told me about Eric’s version of what happened—the attack on Fangtasia by the Weres and Fae, as well as how most of the vampires were made drunk by the Fae blood put into their drinks. Felipe seemed to want to believe Eric’s story, but he was wary of it too. He’d heard from one of his people that the bloodbag had broken her bond with Eric.”

“Who told him that?” Pam demanded, though she figured it was Bill.

I shook my head. “I do not know.”

“What more do you know?” Karin pushed.

“Felipe said that Eric would have no choice but to immediately fulfill the contract with me since his one remaining argument for appeal had hinged upon the bond. He promised that I would be able to take Eric home with me tonight.”

Pam growled at my words.

I frowned at her. “How can you blame me for wanting him?”

“It is how you want him,” Karin observed coldly. “Now—tell me about your forces here.”

“I brought fourteen; four stayed here with me. The rest were dispatched to aid Felipe,” I admitted. “But Felipe didn’t intend to attack Eric. I’m sure of that! He just wanted to be ready if Eric attacked him!”

Karin scoffed. “As if that would have been possible.”

“Eric ambushed Felipe and murdered Victor too—didn’t he?” I asked, trying to sit up as tall as I could. Neither of Northman’s children were as tall and elegant as I was, and I had used my statuesque body to intimidate many a rival—though the two seemed unimpressed. I was determined that—once Eric came to his senses—I would make sure his brats were punished.

Neither of those brats answered me, however.

“Are my people dead?” I asked.

Again, my question went unanswered.

I tried a different strategy. “Listen—your maker needs me. I can either tell the Vampire Council that Eric was planning to assassination Felipe all along or assure them that Felipe was practically insane in the end. Without my help, Eric dies.”

“Are you threatening my maker?” Karin asked, her tone even deadlier than before.

“Why can’t we kill her again?” Pam asked drolly.

“I am having a difficult time remembering,” Karin responded without breaking her stare with me.

I felt my shoulders slump under the weight of that stare. “If—uh—two monarchs die tonight in Area 5, then your maker will—uh—certainly be executed,” I stammered.

“Felipe had several of your vampires with him,” Karin countered. “If you try to speak to the Vampire Council about any of this, you will be seen as Felipe’s confederate. And—even if you were to somehow convince them that you were innocent in this matter—I would enjoy hunting you,” she said, her lips turning up into a sinister smile. “In my line of work, I rarely get to take my time when killing. I have a whole list of torture techniques I am anxious to try out.”

“Can I help?” Pam intoned.

Karin smirked. “It can be a training exercise for your new child too.”

I cringed. “I was just kidding—of course,” I laughed nervously. “It is well-known how much I like your maker. I would do nothing to harm him. Indeed, you needn’t worry that I’ll ever tell the Vampire Council anything of this night,” I added.

“Yes—but your presence in Louisiana is unfortunate,” Karin commented. “And suspicious!”

“But I just came to claim what is mine—before Eric could do something foolish like re-bond to that woman,” I added with an edge to my tone. “I’d also assumed that Felipe would be claiming Sookie Stackhouse so that I would never have to deal with her again!” I cried out, letting my anger overcome my fear for a moment.

“I’m afraid Felipe lied to you. The bond was never broken,” Pam grinned like the fucking Cheshire cat!

“But it was broken!” I insisted.

Pam rolled her eyes. “Trust me when I tell you that you have been misinformed,” she sneered.

“Come now, Pamela,” Karin said stonily. “Have some pity for Queen Freyda. Felipe used her, after all. He manipulated her into supplying him with more people.”

“You are right, sister,” Pam said with a little smirk. “And that’s exactly why our maker sent us here to protect the queen in case Felipe succeeded against him and decided to murder her as well! Thank you for reminding me why we were told not to kill her. And thank you for reiterating exactly the story that her highness better tell to anyone who asks,” she added with a clear warning in my direction.

I went to speak out my protests about their narrative, but Karin held up her hand and glared at me. “Silence or be silenced!”

“Oh—goody! We were not told that we could not gag her!” Pam enthused.

“One more word out of her and we will,” Karin threatened. “And—remember-my sister and I were instructed not to kill you tonight—only. Our future nights,” she paused and showed her deadly fangs, “are unrestricted.”

I was pretty sure that the Slaughter didn’t make idle threats, so I kept my mouth shut and contemplated my situation.

Felipe was dead. My vampire soldiers and guards were dead. I was alone in the state. And it seemed clear that I would not be allowed to speak with the Vampire Council before Eric Northman was either made a king or sentenced for treason.

Despite my somewhat dire circumstances, however, I was still alive.

I smiled to myself. If Eric had wanted me dead, I would have been dead already.

Clearly, he did not.

I took that as a sign to hope.

Eric had honor, and that meant that he might hold to the spirit of my contract with Appius, even if he was made king.

If Eric only agreed to marry me as an equal, then all of my worries would be solved and I would profit immeasurably!

I knew that he and I would be perfect together, and I was certain he would come to see the same truth!

And—even though it would anger me—I’d even allow him to keep his little telepathic pet on the side—if he was, indeed, still bonded to her.

She was mortal and would eventually die, after all. And then I would have him all to myself.


A/N: I hope that you enjoyed the chapter.  Take a moment–if you have time and inclination–to let me know what you think.  

Best,

Kat

As always, many thanks to Seph and Kleannhouse.



 

23 thoughts on “Chapter 50: Witches & Bitches

  1. So many delusional people in this story. Lol. Karin and Pam certainly had fun taunting Freyda. I loved getting a glimpse of Octavia. I didn’t like her very much in the books, but your version of her is always wonderful.

    Sorry I haven’t been reviewing lately! I’ve had a lot going on, but I’ve loved each and every update and I look forward to seeing more of “The Trunk” as well.

    Btw – I spotted a small typo and figured you’d want to know: “…to take the thrown…”

    Thanks for sharing your wonderful stories with us. (And feel free to turn every “short” into a “long” if you like! 😜)

      1. *cough* another small typo ☺️ Second last paragraph- “if he was, indeed, still bonded to him.” I think it’s either meant to say “if she…” OR “…bonded to her.”

        Wonderful update. Freyda is delusional but I’m still looking forward to wiping that “hopeful” look off her face. 😈

        1. Oops! You are right! LOL. And to think that Kleannhouse catches most of my errors. I used to go through a lot more drafts, but my headaches have limited me. Oh well–thank goodness for kind people like you and Switbo aiding with the extra eyes so that I can correct things on my blog and make sure the .pdfs are in shape.

  2. Vampire monarchs certainly become full of themselves. You would think they would remember how they got there. Of course, many of them took over their territories during the invasion and settlement of the North American continent. Anyway, Felipe is dead, Freyda is stupid, and our couple have a new future ahead of them. Great chapter.

  3. Freyda is so delusional just like Billyboy..lol!😸
    Pam&Karin really did their part so so well hehe…..💖
    I’m wondering if Octavia was talking about the AP!?
    Thanks for this wonderful update, have yourself a fantastic weekend💋
    Jackie69

  4. Freyda the Delusional. Great interaction among the 3 vampires in the hotel room. It always burned my butt that not only was Eric trapped into an unwanted marriage by his “makers”, Appius and CH, when he was already married to Sookie, but Freyda continued to pursue him when he clearly did not want to marry him. Appius may not have known Eric was already married but Freyda found out and still went after him , despite the fact he was married and would have to divorce his wife. It begs the question as to why CH made it sound like Eric tricking Sookie into pledging by the knife was the ultimate protection when it was of no importance at all. And of course, there is the ultimate insult of all, that humans are considered pets, to be blood tied or bonded to any vampire with enough power without consent, that they are beneath vampires, even if they are pledged by the knife.
    I love how a plan comes together, especially when it is Eric’s plan. And I love a fan fiction story that looks at all aspects of a situation and decision and brings the best out in the characters. The “what if” of Amelia being a true friend who forces Sookie to have an open discussion with Eric about breaking the bond, then 50 chapters later, FDC is dead and Freyda is in fear of Eric’s daughters ending her undead ass if she doesn’t parrot the right story to the council. Yes, Freyda is still delusional, too bad vampires can’t be glamoured. Maybe the witches have a spell to make her not want a male consort, so she is only attracted to females?
    Thank you so much for all your hard work, I love a nice long well written story, especially with an E/S HEA.

    1. Thinking of delusional, Bill is still a loose end, and he is as mistaken and misguided in his beliefs as Freyda. He is a big threat to Eric’s plan to go to the Vampire Council and claim he ended FDC purely as reprisal for the death of QSA. Kill Bill part one and two are necessary, then once Eric is king, methinks Freyda needs to be given the true death, or she is a potential threat to Sookie. Freyda seems to be unable to grasp the concept that Eric would choose Sookie over her and may decide to eliminate Sookie. Once Sookie claims her supernatural status, either as Dae or Fae, any attempts on her by Freyda could be met be extreme prejudice from either of her supe family trees. Or perhaps Karin could just use Freyda as a test subject and instruction to her sister and “niece” on torture techniques.

  5. I love the look into Octavia and Amelia’s night. Yeah Eric is a great planner. Layer upon layer of plans. Freyda is not being very strategic at this moment. If she continues down this road she will lose her unlife. If she is smart she will go back to OK. with her head intact. She can look for another King to marry to protect her kingdom. Besides America there is Canada. I am sure there are vamps there and she could find one to protect her queen ship. She is just hung up on Eric because of him being a real Viking and her being a wannabe Viking. Great story.

  6. Love Pam and Karin together. Sure made Freyda shut up a few times. LOL I still think the contract should have been voided when Appius was killed. CH backed herself into a corner and had to figure out how to break up Sookie and Eric. I still blame True Blood for last of the books, and AB.

  7. Liked the scene between Amelia and Octavia but totally enjoyed how Pam and Karin tormented a very delusional Freyda!

  8. Must agree with everyone about Fredya’s state of delusion. And Pam and Karin are so funny, debating interior design.

  9. Oh I see that Freyda is just as delusional as Bill is. I love the interaction you have going on between Pam and Karen. Looking forward to the next chapter.

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