Chapter Three – Offensive


Stupid stupid stupid!

I’d hardly been pledged to the king for five minutes and already I was failing. I should have known better than to dress like the warrior I had been trained to be. I should have foreseen the advantages – just as he’d stated – of using my youthful appearance to my benefit.

I shouldn’t have needed my charge to point out what I should have thought of in the first place.

How many of the Royal Fae Guard had I bested over the years, with each and every one of them underestimating me, even knowing of my lifelong training?

All of them.

And yet I hadn’t given nary a thought as to how I would be perceived here in this world.

Great-grandfather would be so disappointed in me if he knew.

Or perhaps he did and that was why he’d left without a word?

There wasn’t much that could be done about it now. I would just have to strive to do better and was grateful it was only Master and his child who had witnessed my failure. But that too had been unexpected.

Failing so quickly and in front of so few.

But our appearance this evening hadn’t seemed to garner much fanfare. Great-grandfather had assured me we would be expected and for the entirety of my life, I had been preparing for this night. The night I would fulfill my family’s obligation and give myself over to the one who had saved my great-grandfather’s life so long ago.

This night – and its purpose – had been on the minds of everyone back home. The celebration surely taking place at this very moment would be nothing short of spectacular.

But here – in this world – there was no fanfare. No elaborate party to rejoice over an eight hundred year old debt finally being resolved. No show of respect to my great-grandfather for selflessly adhering to a pledge made centuries ago.

I wasn’t sure what I had been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this.

Instead of being put on display as the king’s deadly new defender – or perhaps having to prove my worth by battling the elite among his guards – I was relegated to sitting quietly in the back of the room, while my Master spoke to the scrawny little man with rigidly styled hair.

And why was he entertaining him by granting him an audience anyway?

From the snippets my mind automatically gathered of their conversation, the pathetic human didn’t think highly of our king. In fact, he seemed to be a bit unstable, going back and forth from praising his majesty one moment to lambasting him as a monster the next.


Odder still, Master didn’t appear to be offended by being referred to as a fanged devil, but he did seem confused seeing me draw my sword.

But I would not stand for any attack on my new king.

Verbal or physical.

So while the wretched little man continued to insult my king, I made not a sound. His only warning of my much closer presence was when the blade of my sword pressed against his throat.

In my peripheral I could see Master eying me warily – if not a little amusedly – as he asked, “Did you have something to add, Susannah?”

But now that I was face to face with the contemptible little human, I could see he was no longer speaking.

And yet I could hear him talking just the same.

Well, more like screaming.

“Master?” I whispered, in a voice so low only a supernatural would’ve been able to hear me.

No longer sure who was the unstable one in this pairing, I couldn’t see anything but the non-moving lips of the human before me, although a part of me still registered his majesty’s presence drawing closer. My grip loosened enough for him to take the sword from my hand and my feet moved forward when he guided me to sit in the chair next to the nasty little man.

But it wasn’t until he took over the man’s mind with glamour, erasing me completely from his memories, that I began to suspect what was going on.

For as long as I could remember I’d had an innate gift. An extra sense that allowed me to feel the presence of others. But having grown up in the Fae realm, I had only ever been exposed to fairies and they only registered as a pulsing warmth in my brain.

The closer they were in relation to me, the warmer they felt.

I hadn’t even known I was the only one to have the gift. It wasn’t discovered until I was seven when, during one of my training sessions, I had been blindfolded, with attackers coming at me from all sides. The purpose was so I would learn how to react to an assault, using nothing more than scent, sound, and instinct. But I had been able to sense my attackers coming. Known from which direction they came and I had used it to my advantage.

Having always had it, I didn’t think about it at all. It was just a part of me. And despite my vow to myself when coming through the portal, a very large part of me had mourned when great-grandfather’s beacon of warmth flickered out of my consciousness when he left this world.

His presence had always been the warmest of all.

Upon arriving here, I had noticed the differences between my kin and vampires right away, but their empty voids – while not warm at all – weren’t a distraction, so I thought nothing of it.

But with this man – this human – I couldn’t help but wonder if my gift would work on all of them in the same way. Being able to read their minds, while cumbersome, would be a great advantage for the king.

“Wait!” I called out, now realizing the man – still under the effects of glamour – was being led by his majesty on his way out of the door.

Without waiting for a response, I quickly moved towards them and ripped the man’s shirt open, exposing the secret button camera I had known was there.

Apparently, from his thoughts.

“How did…” Master began, while I searched the man’s pocket for the smartphone the images were being recorded to.

Finding and handing it over, I interrupted him and explained, “His failsafe. He didn’t trust he wouldn’t be glamoured and fed from.”

And as our eyes finally met, I could see the questions brewing behind them.

Thankfully, I couldn’t hear them.

Having called his child to come and take care of the human, he led me to the long couch along the far wall. Taking a seat on one end, he sat on the other and stared at me for a long moment before breaking the silence by crossing one of his long legs over the other and opening with, “I apologize, Susannah.”

“For?” I questioned, having no idea what he could possibly be apologizing for.

“For underestimating you,” he replied. “Of course there would have been no need to glamour Newlin if it weren’t for your questionably timed sword intervention, so his video footage would have shown nothing out of the ordinary. But that doesn’t mean I take any kind of subterfuge lightly.”

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Being praised and scolded at the same time, while familiar, only served to make me defiant. But with him – to him – I could do no such thing, so I took the most prudent course of action by staying quiet lest I tell him off.

I had been scrutinized my whole life. Every move and decision I made was questioned. Normally I took it in stride, but here – now – it was so easy to feel adrift. I was so worried about failing my kin – my kind – my charge – that my own thoughts were surely only making things that much worse. What I really needed was to take my fear and aggression out with my sword.

I never felt more centered than when I had its hilt gripped firmly in my hand. In battle, I was unstoppable.

On this couch, I was a mess.

But that was only on the inside, so we played the blinking game for several long minutes on the outside – he won them all – when he switched things up by saying, “I think now would be a good time for you have my blood. And then I have some questions for you.”

While great-grandfather had insisted I was under no obligation to share blood, and despite my assurances to him, I knew enough about their kind to know what would happen when drinking directly from the source.

He would be able to feel my emotions. Sense my location. Know if I was being truthful.

He didn’t trust me.

I couldn’t really blame him.

But considering I would be his constant shadow until it was my time to enter the Summerlands, trust between us was paramount. The only objection I had to speeding up the process was knowing he would feel my self-doubt.

If I was questioning my ability to fulfill my role here, how could he possibly have any faith I would keep him safe?

“You are hesitant,” he mused aloud.

“You are perceptive,” I replied, infusing my answer with a small smile.

Hoping I could put off the inevitable – hoping I would prove to him my worth with my skill with a sword before he could feel my uncertainty over everything else – I attempted to deflect by admitting, “I was hoping we could spar first. I would rather our first fight be on even footing and you would have the upper hand being able to sense my emotions.”

A truth and a lie all rolled into one.

“Our first fight?” he asked with a small smile of his own. “Do you expect we will be having many?”

My smile grew as I replied, “Only if you’re lucky.”

Standing from the couch, he walked over and retrieved my swords. Handing them to me, he waited until our eyes met when he said, “I was born lucky.”

“I was born for you.”

I hadn’t meant to say the five little words out loud. Nor did I mean for them to have any other meaning than their face value.

I had literally been born for him.

But it was the way he stood stock still – nary a blink on the horizon above his nose – that made it feel like maybe there had been more to those words that was left unspoken.

“Like I said,” he let out in a hoarse whisper. “I’m lucky.”

While he was undeniably handsome, so was every other male in the Fae realm. But there was something about him that called to me in a way no other had up until now. Maybe it was the forbidden fruit he represented.

A vampire and a fairy? Even a part-fairy?


I felt my face flame red at just the thought, made worse by his knowing chuckle, but I pretended to not be bothered and stroked the grip of my sword to calm my nerves as I asked, “Shall we fight here or is there somewhere else you had in mind?”

His office, while large, would be destroyed if we remained there, so I was relieved when he offered, “I have a suitable room in the same wing containing my private chambers.”

There were still so many things to take care of. So many things we needed to go over concerning his personal security, so we would both be of the same mindset.

I should meet his other guards and ascertain their skill level and their weaknesses.

I should go over the layout of the palace to look for vulnerabilities that had perhaps been overlooked.

I should memorize his schedule and go over any plans he had for events he would be attending outside of the palace grounds.

I should meet each and every one of his servants to get a feel over who could be a possible threat to him.

Oh…and I should tell him I was possibly telepathic with humans.

But instead I was itching to knock him on his royal ass, so he would see how great a prize he’d been given by my great-grandfather.

As if he could read my mind, while I followed him up a private staircase from his office, he offered, “I will admit, I’m not quite sure what to do with you. When the deal was struck with your great-grandfather, I had barely passed my second century. Times were much harder then and having someone I could trust to guard over me during the daytime would have been a great boon. But now I have a loyal staff of hundreds spread out across my territory. Wards protect my innermost chambers and the technological advances made by mankind pick up the slack, so I don’t know where you will fit best.”

His words kind of trailed off after that and I had none to fill the void.

Because for twenty-one years I had been training, with only one purpose in mind. To protect the man in front of me, who now didn’t seem to think I had very much to offer.

And feeling the surge of anger welling inside of me, it would seem a little bit of Sookie had come through the portal as well.

But I remained silent, following him as we walked into a room not unlike the dojo I had back home and watched as he walked to the far wall. Studying the swords hanging there and keeping his back to me, he said, “To be honest, I was prepared to cancel out Brigant’s debt and release you from his pledge to me.” His shoulders shook slightly when he added with a chuckle, “If you hadn’t piqued my interest by speaking Old Norse, I probably would have.”

Cancel out the debt.

Release me from my pledge.

Alluding he’d only accepted my vows because being fluent in a dead language amused him.

Like a pet.

In two sentences he had simultaneously sucked the meaning out of my entire reason for being and disrespected the Royal House of the Sky Fae with his disregard for my great-grandfather’s sacrifice.

I couldn’t be sure if he said anything after that. It was impossible to hear anything other than the blood rushing through my veins.

But the one thing that could be heard beyond that was the sound of steel hitting steel as I rushed forward and attacked.

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48 comments on “Chapter Three – Offensive

  1. Kittyinaz says:

    Poor Sookie. How hard would that be to be told that your entire life meaning was worthless. That would be a hard pill to swallow.

  2. theladykt says:

    Agree with Kitty. Her life being put down that way, although don’t think Eric thought of it that way. Of course he was thinking with his other head anyway thinking he’s going to get her into bed any time soon. Hope she makes him really work for that.

  3. ljhjelm says:

    Oh shit the spit fire is going to be showing in Sookie. I can’t wait to see the two of them fight.

  4. Ilive2read says:

    Born lucky, but has foot in mouth disease. Set him right Sookie

  5. OposKneg says:

    The bitter pill will also be not winning….

  6. xtabeldualan says:

    Please tell me sookie will have his ass on this fight. Love this story

  7. Ouch!! He is clueless and has insulted both Sookie and her family. I had to go back and re-read the introduction again. Niall clearly introduced her as his great grand daughter.Even if Eric was not sure about her skills and needing her as a guard, he should have respected Niall’s sacrifice of sending a member of his family to fulfill this debt. Kick his ass Sookie! This boy needs to be schooled…

  8. Erica S says:

    Proud little temperamental sookie raised to serve eric…lol Yes, this is going to go smoothly. (snort)
    Glad to see that temper make an appearance and can’t wait to see the results next chapter.

  9. Sara says:

    Love that her sassy side is still there! Hope you give us another Eric POV can’t wait to his response to bad ass Sookie!

  10. OMG… Plz update asap! Eric needs to get his ass kicked.. HARD 😀

  11. trish1215 says:

    Ouch…. obviously both parties need to have a sit down. I almost, ALMOST, wish that Susannah would have let Sookie take the helm and run off at the mouth with her reaction to being told that her life’s work and meaning were for naught. I must admit though, I would much rather see her go all “I’m a Badass Fae Princess” on him first! Meanwhile, The metaphoric ants in my pants are more like rabbits at this moment… this chapter did nothing to quell the them. They have instead been multiplying at the rate that only rabbits can muster! Please end my misery soon…. I am a gluttonous, greedy whore for more of your awesomeness!

    Also, I must add, Praise to the almighty God of all things awesome in Fan Fiction that your higher ups and work techies have not discovered and subsequently banned access to WP, and may they continue to linger in WP ignorance forever!!!

  12. Ryl says:

    Oh dear. Well, if Sookie needed a little more motivation for the fight, I think she just found it… Here’s hoping she’s able to convince Eric of her worth before she kills him. *wink* Great chapter!

  13. Uh oh she’s going to kick his ass. Not that I blame her!

  14. kleannhouse says:

    she is still a badass, she just needs to learn new ways and how to deal with them, i think Eric will respect her more as they learn together because there at the end, he pissed off Sookie and he wasn’t expecting to be caught off guard like I am sure he was…. Pam should have followed so she could video tape for teasing later…. looking forward to Eric’s thoughts and the sparing. Kristie

  15. bbrock525 says:

    Ouch is right…I think Eric was just musing out loud and wanted to be hones t with her. men an be so clueless at times.

  16. redjane12 says:

    GREAT CHAPTER!!! And firstly awwww… I feel bad for Sookie… First she is so tough on herself feeling like she’s already disappointed her ‘Master’… Then the whole point of her existence seems to become… pointless as Eric somewhat callously tells her he could have just let her go, on a whim… though I guess he doesn’t know the mythology built back in Fae around Sookie’s sacrifice for centuries and certainly all of Sookie’s life… I hope at least she beats his ass with the sword… I thought it was poignant as well as significative in relation to the state of mind each is in that Eric considered himself ‘born lucky’ while Sookie was ‘born for him’…. awwww…. Only for Eric to follow that with his disparaging comment that her skill at speaking Old Norse intrigued him… Way to make a girl feel relevant …. Though again, he’s probably not in the business of cuddling others, hybrid fae or otherwise…

  17. sluggysmom says:

    Poor girl. Finding out about her telepathic abilities during the first day of fullfilling her life’s purpose. And then feeling like she’s been downgraded to a lowly pet and having her purpose being stripped from her. I’m hoping Sookie comes out to play! 🙂

  18. duckbutt60 says:

    Sookie is in a strange realm to her and whether Eric knew it or not, he insulted Naill and Sookie for their debt repayment. hope Susanna let’s “Sookie” come out to play and that she holds her own in hand to hand with Eric. Hopefully, his lust has let him underestimate the spitfire fae.

  19. valady1 says:

    Definitely see a huge communication gap between them. but that’s part of the fun of meeting new people isn’t it? They both have preconceived ideas that will require this and can’t wait for more..

  20. I don’t think Eric meant it the way she took it. I think he felt she should be allowed to live her own life as he felt didn’t need a personal body guard any more…but we all know that he’s underestimating her and that she’ll be needed at some point to protect him. I hope she can also make him understand how insulting what he just said was.
    And I agree with valady1, they have preconceived ideas and each will have to adjust to the other and learn to communicate if this is to work out.
    Can’t wait for more 🙂

  21. meridiean says:

    Aww, I feel awful for Sookie. Of course she’s not happy – she was bred, trained, and traded to settle a debt that she had nothing to do with the creation of, yet she’s expected to donate her life to appease. How COULD she be happy if her only value is that of a debt settlement to a nasty asshole?

    I hope she really hurts him quite badly, tells her useless family to have violent sex with themselves, and finds her own island.

  22. itsamia71 says:

    What a brilliant chapter! I felt sad for Sookie; her training for her life’s purpose really has been relentless & she now feels adrift & unappreciated in her new life. Eric is really treating her differently to most people in his life whilst being clueless as to the impact of his words. They really both have a lot to learn before they find out what to do with their new situation – talking & being open & honest would be a good plan but hey, this is Eric & Sookie!!
    I’m totally addicted to this & appreciate the ineptitude of your IT people immensely!!

  23. luvvamps says:

    It seem to me that Sookie has got “balls”. I hope she hands Eric his!

  24. murgatroid98 says:

    I almost feel sorry for Sookie, to feel that she was born for nothing. Somehow I think, hope, Eric will be able to assure her that her life has meaning. It didn’t occur to me that she would never have heard another mind, since she wasn’t raised among humans. I do think it’s nice of him to want her to have her own life. This is such a great story.

  25. This is just a wonderful story. Thank you.

  26. ozzo says:


  27. Mindy says:

    I feel bad for Sookie. This has been a rough night. She leaves her home and then has a rude awakening. I hope Sookie can improve on her telepathy as this will help Eric. I wonder how Sookie will fair in the match against Eric. Eric’s line about being lucky really did make Sookie feel worthless. Great chapter!

  28. fanficglo says:

    Oooooh! I love a pissed off Sookie! Can’t wait for her to lay down the law! :p

  29. cotharach says:

    Poor Sookie! My heart is breaking for her! She needs to own his ass in this fight. Seriously. After the confusion of hearing someone’s thoughts, a major blow to her ego, and basically having her existence shattered, Sookie needs to lay him out to regain a little of the control she has lost in these huge life changes. Eric needs a little humbling and Sookie is just the fae to do it. Please, please, please update soon! I am a shameless, greedy whore for this story (and all your others, but that is besides the point)!

  30. twodognite says:

    Oooh grrrll, let him have it Sookie! Though I don’t think he realized the implication of his statement. You, my Dear, are quite brilliant! Once again, another totally unique and captivating story!

  31. Razzie says:

    Well you sure left it with a cliff hanger. I don’t think that Eric has a clue what she has spent her life doing and how important it had been for her and her family to pay off this debt. Does he care, maybe not. Hope you update soon.

  32. Trubie35 says:

    I knew she was gonna blow! I hope she whips his royal ass!
    From her realization that she can read human minds, to her self doubt and her confession of how she will miss her grandfather, you gave us such a complete picture of her psyche and again in one sentence “I was born for you”.
    I am so looking forward to his eyes being opened to her. Your stories are amazing !

  33. bytemebill says:

    Oh I love how your mind works. Another new story! I read all three chapters before posting 🙂

    So, typical clueless Eric. Obviously communication is already a problem. And to have Sook be left adrift after being told her entire life what her purpose was to be. I cannot wait to see Eric have his Royal ass handed to him for his belittling comments.

  34. Loftin says:

    Fantastic as usual! I really don’t think Eric’s words are being taken as he intended. While unintentionally hurtful to Sookie, I think all he was trying to convey is that she intrigues and fascinates him. Which is very surprising, not because of who or what she is but because it hasn’t been done way too long. Eric is always honest and straight forward but he will have to learn how to handle her better until she understands him better, until they both understand and learn each other. I also don’t want Sookie to best him in their sparing just now, I think maybe a tie or he wins but while doing so they have a little fun and she learns something from him. But Eric would also learn how great a warrior she is as well. Eric is definitely not a sore looser so something like best two out of three would be excellent for them. The most important thing for them is actually to talk and learn about the other. Sookie doesn’t seem to know the whole truth behind the debt or the way it came about. Eric definitely doesn’t know her struggles to become his payment. I’m sooo excited for more.

  35. kardamon says:

    Niall really did a number on Sookie, didn’t he? I don’t think Eric realises just how much of Sookie’s life (all of it) was devoted to this mission…. but there is no way in hell that he’s letting her go now. Oh, and can I just tell you how funny it is to read about a reality in which Sookie is pleased to call Eric ‘Master’?

  36. georgiasuzy says:

    What an ass! I hope Sookie knocks him on his while they’re sparring, and finds other weaknesses in his security so he’ll appreciate what she’s spent her whole life training to be for him. I’m glad Newlin was wired too so there was more proof than the telepathy. Thanks for getting this chapter out so quick! I’m loving it!

  37. Tlynnson says:

    I must say I am intrigued by what I have read thus far. Sookie brigant, warrior princess, I like it. Nothing like a new story to warm my cockles on cold winters day. Thanks!

  38. xtabeldualan says:

    Uh oh im obsessed with this story… I’ve read the first three chapters more than I care to admit..

    This story has so much possibilities.

    Begging for ch4,

  39. baronessjai says:

    Damn now they sword fighting….perfect show of skill….see ya next chapter 😉

  40. Oh Eric, you do know how to charm the ladies! **giant eye roll** Poor Sookie! She was so proud of her purpose and ready to take it on with much gusto. I’m thinking she’s not going to feel so “enthusiastic” about her role after this. (I hope she lands him on his ass in their fight…lol!)

  41. Ragna01 says:

    Bad Sookie kicks ass!

  42. hartvixen123 says:

    I’m sure Eric didn’t mean for his words to come out the way they did, but I can understand Sookie’s anger. I hope she kicks his butt 😉

  43. vamplover669 says:

    Sookie has got to get it together alert Eric of Newlins thoughts! She did have a brilliant plan of meeting his security, staff, donors ect… I would be pissed off at him as well for such disrespect perhaps he did it on purpose cause she seemed unsure I guess is the word?! She felt like she failed on many things tonight and she can’t be in that frame of mind it could be dangerous distraction.

  44. glamouredbyyou says:

    I was born for you – this one will be fun!

  45. lilydragonsblood says:

    I think sookie will kick his ass…..go girl!……

  46. lilydragonsblood says:

    Go girl indeed!

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