Chapter Twenty-Seven – Inches


The inside was as ridiculous as the name would lead one to believe. Black walls and floors, splashed with blood red accents, went as far as the eye could see.

Which wasn’t very far.

It put the shifter’s bar into a whole new light.

At least it had lights.

But if the dark colors and poor lighting weren’t bad enough, the sea of people was massive enough to hide even the sauce covered oaf from those with senses acuter than mine.

Not even Master would be able to smell him through the stench of body odor emanating around us.

But one thing was clear to those with senses like mine.

The King of Zeus was right.

V was being sold to the humans.

Many of the minds surrounding me were either euphoric over having just acquired some or in distress wanting more. But even if Master did favor his neighboring king – and I would admit to liking him too – he hadn’t revealed much about me, so I would follow his lead.

My telepathic nature – among other things – was to be kept a secret for now.

My station as his girlfriend apparently was not.

The title sounded ridiculous even in my own mind and I couldn’t stop the small smile from forming on my lips.

I couldn’t wait to hear his child’s thoughts on the matter.

I was surprised no one had yet to bow down in deference to their king’s entry into the room. While an unassuming vampire, he wasn’t unknown. And I felt a small amount of remorse for his appearance, knowing I could have used my magic to repair his torn shirt and remove the blood stains from his clothes to make him at least as presentable as he had been four nights earlier.

But my Fae abilities were among those other things Master hadn’t revealed.

And the fact I’d worried about the state of his attire at all made me believe I’d been hanging around Master’s child too much.

At least he was wearing jeans.

When in Rome…

We moved as a unit in staggered formation with King Davis in the lead and Master falling just a step behind and to his right, while I brought up the rear on the left. The crowd on the dance floor wisely parted as we moved across it and the whispered murmurs about our presence reached my ears, just as my view became clearer. And no longer obstructed, something else came into view.

A throne?

Egotistical much?

In it sat a beautiful woman – vampire, I knew, thanks to the void of her mind – and her predatory eyes first fell to the vampire approaching from her left. And my eyes narrowed in return, seeing her own cast a flirtatious look in his direction.

He was my boyfriend.

I could feel the mix of disgust and amusement flowing through him, I guessed from being ogled by the likes of her, while feeling my jealousy spike through our blood tie.

And if she didn’t watch it, she would feel the spike of my sword through her gut.

But I appeased myself with the knowledge she wouldn’t live to see another sunset.

And soothed myself further, by taking my swords from their sheaths and gripping them in each of my hands.

I would cut her down into a string of paper dolls if she so much as reached for him.

I’d never had dolls as a child, but I wouldn’t mind owning a few Freyda ones right now.

But the movement of them being drawn from their sheaths was enough to break her focus on what was mine and bring her eyes to her right.

And then they bulged in their sockets seeing her king standing there.

Her disbelief gave way to fear.

And gave away her complicity in his capture.

But no one was asking for my opinion, so I kept my mouth shut.

And a firm grip on my swords in case I was lucky enough to be asked to end her.

To quote Master, I would love to.

She seemed to freeze, unable to decide what to do, when she finally appeared to thaw and lifted her hand, signaling to someone because the loud music stopped. Jumping up from her ridiculous – and presumptuous – seat, she stepped off of the dais and moved forward, bowing down in front of her king – and former captive – saying, “King Davis. I wasn’t expecting you.”

Hearing her address the vampire in front of her, everyone else seemed to realize their assumptions of the unassuming man had been way off of the mark because they all fell down into various poses of respect in deference to the presence of their king. And when the last rustle of movement fell silent, the room itself was completely quiet – to those without the gift of telepathy – so his soft spoken words were easily heard when he responded, “I know.”

Those two words held more meaning than all of the books I’d ever read combined. And I got a great amount of satisfaction seeing her tremble in fear when her eyes finally moved up to meet his own.

Not feeling so flirty now, are you.

Seeming to grasp at straws that would do nothing to help her cause now, she rose up and smiled, innocently asking, “Are you and King Northman out for a night of fun? I would be honored to be your host for the evening.”

I would be hosting her over brunch the following morning if she wasn’t careful. But I wasn’t all that surprised she’d known who he was.

And if I had my way she would learn something else before this night was through.

He was mine.

“Yes,” he softly agreed. “While I don’t make it a habit of taking my neighboring monarch out for a night on the town, in torn and bloodied clothes no less, I do believe the Northman and I will be having fun on this night. And for that your presence will be required.”

Her eyes moved back to him at the mention of his name and Master smiled flirtatiously in return. And the only reason he didn’t get a swift kick from me was because at the same time he slowly drew his sword from its sheath and twirled it in his hand, which said plenty without him saying anything at all.

And that was the only sword of his she would be meeting.

Moving quicker than my eyes could track King Davis darted to his left and returned with a young man in his grasp. The black of his leather pants matched the liner surrounding his eyes, which were quickly captured by the king’s gaze, as he glamoured him into submission and asked, “Tell me child. Where did you obtain the vampire blood I can smell oozing from your pores?”

His hand slowly lifted, with his finger reaching out and pointing at the now terrified sheriff, while he put another nail in her coffin by saying, “From her. She sells it down in the basement.”

But seeing the images in his mind while he spoke, I couldn’t keep my tongue and switched to Master’s native tongue, informing him, “She sells it from the source. There is a female vampire chained down in the basement, so the buyer can drink it directly from the source. That way they know the blood is fresh and when the vampire is drained, she replaces them with another.”

His responding growl drowned out my own. Knowing a vampire could feel anyone who has had their blood, I couldn’t imagine how overwhelming it would be to have so many others’ emotions flowing through me.

Master’s were hard enough to sort through.

However at that precise moment, his emotions weren’t difficult to figure out at all.

He felt nothing but rage.

Switching to another extinct language, it gave me a better idea of the king’s age and origins when Master spoke in Ruthenian and repeated my explanation, saying, “She allows the humans to drink directly from the source. There is a vampire chained in her basement as we speak.”

The king’s questioning eyes moved from Master’s to mine, showing he’d correctly deduced the information had come from me, but instead of explaining how I’d come about that information, I only said, “Her name is Felicia.”

His eyes grew wide hearing me speak in the same dead language of Ruthenian.

His sheriff’s eyes grew wide upon hearing the name of her captive vampire.

But his eyeglasses must have been for show because he appeared to have excellent vision to have seen her fight or flight expression in his peripheral when, without looking, he snatched her by her neck and lifted her into the air. Speaking in the same even tone he’d used all night long, he switched back to English and said, “I want all of the humans to leave. The vampires will stay.”

The humans didn’t need to be told twice and fled en masse.

Some of the vampires did need to be told twice when Master snatched a few trying to flee with them.

It would have been impossible for any of them who resided in her area and came to her bar on a regular basis to have not known what was happening in the basement. If King Davis could smell the vampire blood in the humans, then it stood to reason they would have been able to as well. The scent of blood – no matter who’s – would have been detected by their innate vampiric senses, so they would have been able to discern the fresh source was only a floor beneath them.

And the fact the source was a vampire.

Their deaths were undoubtedly assured and it would appear they were smart enough to know that now that we had them cornered. So it wasn’t surprising when their survival instincts seemed to kick in at once and they all moved forward, attacking us together in their attempt to fight their way free.

Tossing one of my swords to the unarmed king, I immediately moved forward at the same time, cutting down those closest to me. The few remaining humans who were unfortunate enough to have been at the back of the line escaping from the building scattered, but I paid them no mind. Vampires moved much quicker than any of my previous foes, so I drew on all of my skills, focusing solely on the voids in the room.

And especially on one void in particular because his survival was my main concern.

But feeling his glee as he swung his sword through the air, I worked on working my way through the room to bring the melee to a close as quickly as possible. Swinging to behead one of the now few remaining vampires coming at me from the front, I felt another grab onto me from behind. But the feel of their fangs pressing against the flesh at my throat was nothing but a memory when my arc continued on and took off their left leg at the knee.

Their smile was the next memory lost to them when I removed their offending lower jaw from their upper one.

And my smile was their last memory when I removed their head.

My white dress was unavoidably splattered in red droplets and as the opposing force’s numbers dwindled, the lake of blood on the floor had grown in tandem to the size of an ocean. By the time I counted three voids in the room and halted my attack, looking around I could see there wasn’t an inch of black floor that remained untouched by blood.

Or an inch of me.

But just as quickly all sixty-seven inches of me was encased by seventy-six inches of vampire.

And I could feel roughly another ten inches pressing in between our two bodies.

Releasing my lips from his own, he stared down at me with a promising look – it promised a sinful celebration was in our future – and said, “One of these days we will be all alone when all is said and done.”

“The night is still young,” I smiled in return.

But I would need to see his clock phone to be sure my statement wasn’t wishful thinking.

The sound of a whimper intruded on our exchange and we both turned to see King Davis standing before his sheriff, with the tip of his borrowed blade resting at her throat. But likely having a better appreciation for his peripheral vision, she didn’t dare to move a muscle, even though his eyes were trained on us.

Smiling at Master, he rhetorically asked, “Your girlfriend, huh?”

And then turning a more charming smile towards me, his voice filled with a different kind of promise when he added, “Come with me and I will make you my Queen.”

I laughed.

Master did not.

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48 comments on “Chapter Twenty-Seven – Inches

  1. Mindy says:

    That was a kick ass chapter. They work well together. I thought it was funny she had a white dress and it became sprinkled with red (blood). We do need to get these two alone so they can seal the deal. Another great chapter.

  2. Adriana says:

    I love my fierce kick ass Sookie!!

  3. Ryl says:

    Well, that’s Sookie–making friends wherever she goes! *grin* I loved seeing the bar through fresh eyes. Great chapter!

  4. amiramo11 says:

    A delicious cupcake. Now, get these two love birds alone in a room with a bed, but first, kill that bitch 😉

  5. duckbutt60 says:

    Is Stan competition?….nah…….

    Now, can’t wait to get a front row seat to Freyda’s execution. something we all missed because of CH’s fucked up finale…..

    Yeah, KJ! Thanks for the update! Unexpected but certainly not unappreciated!

  6. valady1 says:

    Wonderful and we still haven’t had the pleasure of Freyda’s exit to the next plane of existence..Can’t fall to take note of Stan’s offer to Sookie, girlfriend to queen, quite a step up. of course she would never leave Eric, but still, a girl needs to know she is appreciated for herself.

  7. tlynnson says:

    Susannah is a delicious, wicked, bloodthirsty, little fairy. I am totally in her thrall. Wonder what her body count is now.

    You are telling your age if you know what paper dolls are. **snicker**

  8. suzyq591suzy says:

    Thank you for the bloodshed — Sookie kicking as and beheading vampires great morning read 🙂 Have fun with what we call doggie spa day at our house– when we wash and give the dogs their haircuts do their nails. Looking forward to Eric’s view on things.

  9. Ystarr says:

    Amazing chapter! I feel like the readers should band together and do something nice like feed your children for a week or something. That’s just how amazing you are!
    Also, is it bad that I’m more excited about this story than I am aboutthe season premiere of true blood:/

  10. kardamon says:

    I love the frequent updates!

  11. saintsfan022010 says:

    Great chapter. Love this no BS Sookie. I too am ready for them to seal the deal. I also have to comment about the cupcake pictures. Have you ever noticed how many men– Alex included– seem to get better looking with age and women——don’t. It’s so damn unfair, isn’t it?

  12. saldred75 says:

    and so it begins. so love your writing

  13. redjane12 says:

    So you know, another night on the town for Eric & Sookie… Kicking ass and spilling blood… they definitely know how to have fun… now if they could only get some time for, you know, R&R…
    They won’t kill Freyda yet right? She might know about fairy involvement in this whole conspiracy perhaps?
    Most importantly… Can’t wait for Eric’s reaction to Stan’s half-joking ‘proposal’…

  14. aeryn says:

    I love this Sookie and this Eric. Wonder how asookie will cope when she finally realises what Niall did to her. Eager to read the next chapter xx

  15. theladykt says:

    So loving Bad Ass Sookie. OOoh Stan. While I like you, messing with E’s girl is not a smart idea. Hee Hee for Skankyda getting what’s coming to her without messing up the Northman’s life

  16. Jackie69 says:

    Great chapter loved how they all worked together!! can’t wait to see Freyda death |||I laughed at Stan’s proposal to Sookie … Looking forward to Eric’s reaction Take care

  17. Mikmi says:

    Great chapter! Loving Stan. He is cheeky, but I love when you put Eric on his toes. I can’t wait to see how Eric responds to the “proposal”.

  18. murgatroid98 says:

    Nicely done. Eric and Stan will need to come to an understanding. I can totally see Eric making Sookie his queen at some point. I do like your Stan. Now, what are we going to do with Miss Freyda?

  19. trubie35 says:

    That “clock phone” ! And poor Sookie never had any dolls or probably no toys of any kind as a child. Many fairies need to pay for her treatment! Love Stan, and his comment about Sookie!
    We are so lucky today, this chapter and possibly another! Thank you , your awesomeness!

  20. Love it! The image of the red (blood splattered) and white dress along with the piss take of Fangtasia – LOL! I’m beginning to feel sorry for Erics 10 inches with all the cock blocking situations. 😉

  21. ozzo says:


  22. seamstressff says:

    Awesome, awesome, awesome. Love this story – how you are weaving in canon, but not in the usual way. Case in point – white dress with red “flowers” splashed over it. Plenty of other examples from previous chapters. Can’t wait to read more!

  23. missron80 says:

    Its honestly so great seeing a strong Sookie for once. And she is hilarious!

    I am feeling their frustration at the cock-blocking though but i am actually grateful to you for that because its nice making them wait. Will be all the more sweet and welcome when it does finally occur.

  24. aolani08 says:

    Oh hell King Davis is about to receive a beat down

  25. kleannhouse says:

    love Stan’s comment at the end… Eric is not happy,loved the chapter. KY

  26. lostinspace33 says:

    Loved this chapter! Stupid, stupid Freyda!

  27. OposKneg says:

    Awaiting the next few words and a worked up Eric…

  28. amandagm says:

    Love, love, love! I hope you find it within you to grace with another chapter. I can’t wait to see Freyda get it…and I can’t wait to see Eric’s response to Stan’s indecent proposal.

  29. trish1215 says:

    That was by far the best cupcake I have ever been treated too!

  30. shandiii says:

    LOVED this, will enjoy Freyda’s true death, thankyou for not making her a Queen in my opinion she never deserved to be. I love Stan and Eric togetherand this is my all time favourite Sookie

  31. gwynwyvar says:

    Lol. You haven’t even got a snow ball’s chance in he’ll Stan. Nice try though 😜
    All these moments of being hot and bothered. Geez. These two are going to spontaneously combust when they finally do the deed lol

  32. jules3677 says:

    A nice blood filled night. The foreplay is done. Proceed!

  33. gabbieannie says:

    That was so funny! Stan better watch where his Sword is cause Eric might relieve him from it. Freyda should start preying cause she won’t be seeing another sunrise.

  34. Nia says:

    Ooh she still has a chance to get a Freyda doll! Loved this chapter and kick ass Sookie.

  35. NorthmanCullen says:

    oh this was a badass chapter! c’mon, Stan would be a fool if he didn’t make Sookie an offer 😉 or maybe it was a joke to piss-off the Northman? I think its a bit a both…either way it was just too funny 😀

    thank you for the update!

  36. ericluver says:

    I just love a kick-ass take-no-prisoners Sookie. No wonder Eric is quickly falling in love with her. Great action chapter 🙂

  37. Mandy says:

    You are spoiling us. Not complaining. Fantastic chapter, can not wait for Eric’s response.

  38. ragna01 says:

    I wouldnt have laughed either

  39. meridiean says:

    This Stan sounds AWESOME! Great chapter as usual!!

  40. the Vikings succubus says:

    You know the title reads twenty seven inches……like wow……Yummmm. When I finish fantasizing……….Mmmmmm……..I’ll be able to read the chapter.
    You are awesome….mmmmm….27….:-P

  41. askarsgirl says:

    Oh these two…gotta love them! Rest assured I will be nominating you for every award there is on that new You Want Blood SVM/True Blood facfiction awards site!

  42. Cheryl says:

    WOW Stan’s stepping in!

  43. georgiasuzy says:

    Whee an awesome battle! Kick-ass Sookie is so much fun! “Come with me and I will make you my Queen” LOL LOL ROFLMAO! You go, Stan! Eric doesn’t find that funny 🙂

  44. fanficglo says:

    All hail Queen Sookie!
    Whatever her title she’s still a bad ass!

  45. hartvixen123 says:

    Yeah! I love a good fight scene. I think Sookie’s kill tally is off the charts. I can’t even count how many she’s ended.

  46. vamplover669 says:

    OH. MY. GOD! I can’t believe the nerve Freyda had well her whole area it seems her and Victor splitting profits? So once Felica was drained was Pam meant to replace her? Was Pam taken on purpose or was it just a coincidence I could see that thought pissing off Eric?! Susannah getting a flattering compliment from Stan was great I love possessive Eric. 😛

  47. glamouredbyyou says:

    Stan really is playing with his undead life. Great chapter.

  48. cela says:

    oooh, freyda is going to get it! and stan will too if he doesn’t back off.

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