Nighttime, several hours before Aslinn's conversations with the vampires......,
The house was quiet as most of the occupants were either sleeping or indulging in nocturnal delights that would only cease with the rising of the sun. James sat alone in the drawing room, softly strumming his guitar and humming quietly as he searched for the words that would meld with the notes and tell the stories of his heart. Perhaps he would write a song for Jessica, she was completely different compared to vampires he had known over the decades. His reverie was interrupted by raised voices echoing up from the light tight wing of the house.
“Do not follow me!” Renee roared “I swear William Erasmus Compton if you take one more step I‘ll say something I don‘t want to!” A door slammed and a somewhat disheveled Renee stormed into the drawing room and, ignoring James’ presence, headed for the table where the cut glass bottles of liquor were kept.
James stayed seated, holding his guitar, as he stared open mouthed at the woman who was now moving bottles while muttering something about tequila and cell phones. She was a vision, that was for sure, her red hair was tangled and tumbled around her shoulders, she was wearing a deep purple negligee that had obviously been chosen to gain the attention of her vampire although it’s current condition was less than pristine, with rumples and a rip or two not to mention blood from what was obviously an improperly sealed bite staining the bodice.
“Um, Renee?” he said as she continued to rummage amongst the bottles.
“Screw it,” she growled “it’ll have to be a faerie vagina special” as she poured a generous amount of gin into a glass and topped it with a splash of tonic.
James cleared his throat, “Renee, are you ok?”
She gave a small shriek as she turned to face him “Fuck me! You scared the dickens out of me.”
“Sorry,” he said in his calm voice “are you ok? I mean you’re bleeding.”
“Shit!” she cursed and ran to look in the decorative mirror that hung on the wall nearest the door “I’m going to smash that freaking cell phone! No, I’m going to find a really good hacker and have his service cancelled. No, I’m going to shove it up his arse sideways!” she fumed as she grabbed several tissues from a box conveniently located on the table under the mirror and began dabbing at the stains and the offending fang marks.
Struggling not to laugh at her inventive ranting, James walked over to the fuming redhead and piercing his fingertip with a fang said “Here, let me” and gently healed the marks. “What happened?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I’m sure you already know,” Renee sighed
“Well,” he said quietly “you two obviously had some sort of disagreement.”
Renee made a derisive snort as headed for the desk that held a communal desktop and began to rifle through the drawers, “One could say it was a disagreement” she said as she searched. Obviously, her search had been rewarded when she turned holding one of the ‘extra special’ cigarettes they occasionally indulged in if Minnie hadn’t baked recently.
James cocked an eyebrow as she swiftly lit the cigarette and said “Renee? Really?”
Inhaling, and speaking with that odd voice smokers of the herb often used “A Wiccan of my acquaintance described it once as Mother Nature’s Valium and since I’m already indulging in the faerie vagina special it’s better than the pharmaceutical version.”
“Why do you call a gin and tonic a vagina special?’ he asked.
Renee chuckled darkly as she exhaled the pungent smoke, “It’s the drink of choice of a certain pain in my ass who doesn’t know if she’s gonna stake it, break it, or fuck it.” She took a sip of her drink and turned towards the doorway as Bill walked in, fully clothed. “Oh look, “ she said raising her glass to her lover “here’s her trifecta now and to be precise, it’s a faerie vagina special.”
Bill looked somewhat nonplussed, “Renee, you know I prefer that you not denigrate Sookie.”
“Oh really?” she hissed “and you expect me to suck up everything that bitch has done to you? Damnit Bill!!! She even staked you!!”
“She didn’t harm me, Lilith;s blood protected me,” he said roughly.
“Well she damn well didn’t know that! I don’t care that she was trying to protect Eric,” at this point tears filled her eyes “you could have met the true death Bill! Don’t you understand my love? She could have taken you from us and wouldn’t have given more than a passing thought to who she hurt by her actions.”
“Renee!” Bill said sharply.
“I held her in my arms Bill, and comforted her while she cried over Warlow. Do you honestly think she’d have done the same for me? She had that mystical bond with his faepire ass, how could you complete? “ she growled “Huh? How? He‘s still dead though, isn‘t he? Because he went mad with her machinations. I feel sorry for the poor fucker myself.”
“That is quite enough Renee!” Bill’s irritation was becoming evident.
“Did her pussy light up for you Bill? When you fucked her? Is that what makes her precious faerie vagina so addictive?” Renee shrieked.
James wished he could be anywhere but in this room with the troubled lovers, it was obvious to him that Renee didn’t react well to gin and ganja combined. He almost expected her hair to whirl around her like something out of an old B rated movie.
Renee took a deep breath, “I know that book you’re working on getting published is a big draw but she draws you even more. You pulled away from me in bed Bill, while we were together,” her voice cracked with the pain and anguish she struggled to keep down “I knew the ringtone was Sam’s, I know you’ve been talking to him and getting updates on her along with whatever you’re cooking up together. You chose your phone and the impetus behind that call over me. Damnit Bill! James had to heal my neck! Do you even realize what that did to me?”
Bill’s eyes turned to the younger vampire, “You touched her?” he growled as his fangs dropped.
“Oh no,” she said stepping in front of him “you don’t have the right to go all ‘she’s mine’ on him. He saw I needed help and didn‘t hesitate.”
Bill reached out and clasped Renee’s arms, “Sweetheart, I have to talk to you.”
Renee looked up into the blue eyes she loved so very much, “You’re finally going to tell me that you’re leaving? You think I didn’t know? Didn’t know that besides leaving for that book, you’re also going to her?” The tears that had threatened finally began to slide down her cheeks, “I’ve laid the cards so many times and gotten the same answers, I’ve cast the runes and gotten the same results.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t know if I’m going,” he said.
“Don’t lie to me Bill, do anything but lie to me,” she whispered.
As James attempted to extricate himself from both the room and the uncomfortable tableaux playing out before him, he was stopped by Eric who had been standing in the doorway watching the drama unfold. “You don’t want to miss a second of this James,” he smirked “lets see if he can pull his ass out of the fire this time.”
“Eric,” Bill snarled “you have no place in this. Get out!”
“Really?” Eric purred with a sardonic smile “I think I very much have a place in this, in fact perhaps I’ll take your place since you are intent on abandoning Renee. You’ll come to me, won’t you Renee? You know you want to.”
Renee turned towards the Viking saying brokenly, “Eric, don‘t.”
Bill’s temper flared, “You will not go to Eric, Renee. You are mine!”
These words were like tinder to a flame, Renee whirled and slapped his face with such force that he staggered back from her. “How dare you!” she shrieked “you think I would be so faithless and fickle that I’d go from your bed to Eric’s? I’m not the one who’s being faithless here! Go to your precious Sookie! Go to her from my bed but, do not think you will be welcomed back when that bitch casts you aside again!”
She headed towards the door and seeing the drink that she had put down upon the table picked it up and hurled the glass and contents at her lover. Bill darted to the side, barely avoiding the resultant mess as the glass shattered against the wall.
Eric laughed, “Aslinn and Barrister are not going to be happy with you Renee.”
“They’ll put it on my tab,” she said her voice beginning to slur from the combination of gin, ganja, and grief.
This outburst had the effect Renee had been seeking, Bill stood apart, silent, watching as James moved forward to help her leave the room. Her words wafted back to him as she swayed down the hall clutching James’s arm.
“Sweet cheeks,” she said “we need to go to the kitchen, I need some ice.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked aware that the vampires they had left were listening intently as they glared at each other.
“That glass wasn’t the only thing broken, my hand hurts like a bitch,” she looked up into his face, “you’re such a sweet boy, remind me to tell Jessica how sweet you are.”
“Boy?” he said a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Yeppers,” she said “and right now I feel old enough to be your momma.”
“Oh come now Renee,” came Eric’s voice from the hall “you don’t seem old enough to be Kellie’s mother and certainly not James‘s mother.”
Renee turned and watched Eric come into the room while James took a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and placed it on her swollen hand, “Where is Bill?” she asked as her eyes filled again.
Eric gathered her in his arms, holding her to his chest as he supported the bag of peas on her hand, “I’m sorry Renee, he’s gone to pack. He plans to speak to Aslinn before he leaves.”
She burrowed into his embrace and began to weep stormily for several minutes. Once her tears began to subside she looked over to James who seemed to be destined to be the witness to her troubles tonight, “James, you’re going to have to be there for Jessica. This is going to hurt her badly and she’ll need you.”
“She’s spending the evening with Barrister,” he said “but I’ll be there when she rises and learns that Bill has gone.”
“An excellent plan,” said Eric “you should head off to your room in case she goes to rest early.”
As James left the room Eric looked down at Renee, “Now then, you should go to bed as well, you’ve had a difficult night.”
“I am tired,” she said “but I don’t know if I will be able to sleep, my mind is racing.”
“I have a cure for that,” he grinned “sex with me will make it all go away.”
“I’ve already beaten the shit out of one hand Eric,” she said “don’t make me break the other one punching you in your junk.”
He laughed and picked her up, “I’ll take you to your room and tuck you in.”
“Ok,” she acquiesced “but no funny business.”
“Of course not,” he said although his expression belied his words.
“Eric,” she said as he began to carry her up the staircase “sometime, remind me that ganja and gin isn’t a good look for me.”
“Noted,” he said “but I must admit that the effects on your temper makes for an entertaining evening, as long as it’s not directed at me.” As he looked down into her troubled and tear stained face he thought that soon, very soon he and Mr. Compton were going to have a long discussion about the women who loved him and his recent treatment of them. This promised to be an interesting conversation, very interesting, very interesting indeed but then, it’s always nice to have something to look forward to.
The house was quiet as most of the occupants were either sleeping or indulging in nocturnal delights that would only cease with the rising of the sun. James sat alone in the drawing room, softly strumming his guitar and humming quietly as he searched for the words that would meld with the notes and tell the stories of his heart. Perhaps he would write a song for Jessica, she was completely different compared to vampires he had known over the decades. His reverie was interrupted by raised voices echoing up from the light tight wing of the house.
“Do not follow me!” Renee roared “I swear William Erasmus Compton if you take one more step I‘ll say something I don‘t want to!” A door slammed and a somewhat disheveled Renee stormed into the drawing room and, ignoring James’ presence, headed for the table where the cut glass bottles of liquor were kept.
James stayed seated, holding his guitar, as he stared open mouthed at the woman who was now moving bottles while muttering something about tequila and cell phones. She was a vision, that was for sure, her red hair was tangled and tumbled around her shoulders, she was wearing a deep purple negligee that had obviously been chosen to gain the attention of her vampire although it’s current condition was less than pristine, with rumples and a rip or two not to mention blood from what was obviously an improperly sealed bite staining the bodice.
“Um, Renee?” he said as she continued to rummage amongst the bottles.
“Screw it,” she growled “it’ll have to be a faerie vagina special” as she poured a generous amount of gin into a glass and topped it with a splash of tonic.
James cleared his throat, “Renee, are you ok?”
She gave a small shriek as she turned to face him “Fuck me! You scared the dickens out of me.”
“Sorry,” he said in his calm voice “are you ok? I mean you’re bleeding.”
“Shit!” she cursed and ran to look in the decorative mirror that hung on the wall nearest the door “I’m going to smash that freaking cell phone! No, I’m going to find a really good hacker and have his service cancelled. No, I’m going to shove it up his arse sideways!” she fumed as she grabbed several tissues from a box conveniently located on the table under the mirror and began dabbing at the stains and the offending fang marks.
Struggling not to laugh at her inventive ranting, James walked over to the fuming redhead and piercing his fingertip with a fang said “Here, let me” and gently healed the marks. “What happened?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
“I’m sure you already know,” Renee sighed
“Well,” he said quietly “you two obviously had some sort of disagreement.”
Renee made a derisive snort as headed for the desk that held a communal desktop and began to rifle through the drawers, “One could say it was a disagreement” she said as she searched. Obviously, her search had been rewarded when she turned holding one of the ‘extra special’ cigarettes they occasionally indulged in if Minnie hadn’t baked recently.
James cocked an eyebrow as she swiftly lit the cigarette and said “Renee? Really?”
Inhaling, and speaking with that odd voice smokers of the herb often used “A Wiccan of my acquaintance described it once as Mother Nature’s Valium and since I’m already indulging in the faerie vagina special it’s better than the pharmaceutical version.”
“Why do you call a gin and tonic a vagina special?’ he asked.
Renee chuckled darkly as she exhaled the pungent smoke, “It’s the drink of choice of a certain pain in my ass who doesn’t know if she’s gonna stake it, break it, or fuck it.” She took a sip of her drink and turned towards the doorway as Bill walked in, fully clothed. “Oh look, “ she said raising her glass to her lover “here’s her trifecta now and to be precise, it’s a faerie vagina special.”
Bill looked somewhat nonplussed, “Renee, you know I prefer that you not denigrate Sookie.”
“Oh really?” she hissed “and you expect me to suck up everything that bitch has done to you? Damnit Bill!!! She even staked you!!”
“She didn’t harm me, Lilith;s blood protected me,” he said roughly.
“Well she damn well didn’t know that! I don’t care that she was trying to protect Eric,” at this point tears filled her eyes “you could have met the true death Bill! Don’t you understand my love? She could have taken you from us and wouldn’t have given more than a passing thought to who she hurt by her actions.”
“Renee!” Bill said sharply.
“I held her in my arms Bill, and comforted her while she cried over Warlow. Do you honestly think she’d have done the same for me? She had that mystical bond with his faepire ass, how could you complete? “ she growled “Huh? How? He‘s still dead though, isn‘t he? Because he went mad with her machinations. I feel sorry for the poor fucker myself.”
“That is quite enough Renee!” Bill’s irritation was becoming evident.
“Did her pussy light up for you Bill? When you fucked her? Is that what makes her precious faerie vagina so addictive?” Renee shrieked.
James wished he could be anywhere but in this room with the troubled lovers, it was obvious to him that Renee didn’t react well to gin and ganja combined. He almost expected her hair to whirl around her like something out of an old B rated movie.
Renee took a deep breath, “I know that book you’re working on getting published is a big draw but she draws you even more. You pulled away from me in bed Bill, while we were together,” her voice cracked with the pain and anguish she struggled to keep down “I knew the ringtone was Sam’s, I know you’ve been talking to him and getting updates on her along with whatever you’re cooking up together. You chose your phone and the impetus behind that call over me. Damnit Bill! James had to heal my neck! Do you even realize what that did to me?”
Bill’s eyes turned to the younger vampire, “You touched her?” he growled as his fangs dropped.
“Oh no,” she said stepping in front of him “you don’t have the right to go all ‘she’s mine’ on him. He saw I needed help and didn‘t hesitate.”
Bill reached out and clasped Renee’s arms, “Sweetheart, I have to talk to you.”
Renee looked up into the blue eyes she loved so very much, “You’re finally going to tell me that you’re leaving? You think I didn’t know? Didn’t know that besides leaving for that book, you’re also going to her?” The tears that had threatened finally began to slide down her cheeks, “I’ve laid the cards so many times and gotten the same answers, I’ve cast the runes and gotten the same results.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t know if I’m going,” he said.
“Don’t lie to me Bill, do anything but lie to me,” she whispered.
As James attempted to extricate himself from both the room and the uncomfortable tableaux playing out before him, he was stopped by Eric who had been standing in the doorway watching the drama unfold. “You don’t want to miss a second of this James,” he smirked “lets see if he can pull his ass out of the fire this time.”
“Eric,” Bill snarled “you have no place in this. Get out!”
“Really?” Eric purred with a sardonic smile “I think I very much have a place in this, in fact perhaps I’ll take your place since you are intent on abandoning Renee. You’ll come to me, won’t you Renee? You know you want to.”
Renee turned towards the Viking saying brokenly, “Eric, don‘t.”
Bill’s temper flared, “You will not go to Eric, Renee. You are mine!”
These words were like tinder to a flame, Renee whirled and slapped his face with such force that he staggered back from her. “How dare you!” she shrieked “you think I would be so faithless and fickle that I’d go from your bed to Eric’s? I’m not the one who’s being faithless here! Go to your precious Sookie! Go to her from my bed but, do not think you will be welcomed back when that bitch casts you aside again!”
She headed towards the door and seeing the drink that she had put down upon the table picked it up and hurled the glass and contents at her lover. Bill darted to the side, barely avoiding the resultant mess as the glass shattered against the wall.
Eric laughed, “Aslinn and Barrister are not going to be happy with you Renee.”
“They’ll put it on my tab,” she said her voice beginning to slur from the combination of gin, ganja, and grief.
This outburst had the effect Renee had been seeking, Bill stood apart, silent, watching as James moved forward to help her leave the room. Her words wafted back to him as she swayed down the hall clutching James’s arm.
“Sweet cheeks,” she said “we need to go to the kitchen, I need some ice.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked aware that the vampires they had left were listening intently as they glared at each other.
“That glass wasn’t the only thing broken, my hand hurts like a bitch,” she looked up into his face, “you’re such a sweet boy, remind me to tell Jessica how sweet you are.”
“Boy?” he said a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Yeppers,” she said “and right now I feel old enough to be your momma.”
“Oh come now Renee,” came Eric’s voice from the hall “you don’t seem old enough to be Kellie’s mother and certainly not James‘s mother.”
Renee turned and watched Eric come into the room while James took a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and placed it on her swollen hand, “Where is Bill?” she asked as her eyes filled again.
Eric gathered her in his arms, holding her to his chest as he supported the bag of peas on her hand, “I’m sorry Renee, he’s gone to pack. He plans to speak to Aslinn before he leaves.”
She burrowed into his embrace and began to weep stormily for several minutes. Once her tears began to subside she looked over to James who seemed to be destined to be the witness to her troubles tonight, “James, you’re going to have to be there for Jessica. This is going to hurt her badly and she’ll need you.”
“She’s spending the evening with Barrister,” he said “but I’ll be there when she rises and learns that Bill has gone.”
“An excellent plan,” said Eric “you should head off to your room in case she goes to rest early.”
As James left the room Eric looked down at Renee, “Now then, you should go to bed as well, you’ve had a difficult night.”
“I am tired,” she said “but I don’t know if I will be able to sleep, my mind is racing.”
“I have a cure for that,” he grinned “sex with me will make it all go away.”
“I’ve already beaten the shit out of one hand Eric,” she said “don’t make me break the other one punching you in your junk.”
He laughed and picked her up, “I’ll take you to your room and tuck you in.”
“Ok,” she acquiesced “but no funny business.”
“Of course not,” he said although his expression belied his words.
“Eric,” she said as he began to carry her up the staircase “sometime, remind me that ganja and gin isn’t a good look for me.”
“Noted,” he said “but I must admit that the effects on your temper makes for an entertaining evening, as long as it’s not directed at me.” As he looked down into her troubled and tear stained face he thought that soon, very soon he and Mr. Compton were going to have a long discussion about the women who loved him and his recent treatment of them. This promised to be an interesting conversation, very interesting, very interesting indeed but then, it’s always nice to have something to look forward to.
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