Claude's POV

It's official. My best friend has the worst timing… ever.

The old lady is dead in the shower, the bathroom is flooded, the whole house probably smells like fairy appetizer, and she drives up with Eric freaking Northman in the car.

How does one politely say, 'Hi, all powerful ancient vampire who'd love nothing more than to feast on my blood. Do you mind going out of your way, and holding your breath, while me and the tasty little thing next to you discuss the dead woman in the shower…'? Nope, there isn't a polite why, or even a sane way.

"Claude, what's wrong?" Sookie yells out as she gets out of the car, effectively breaking me out of my thoughts.

"There is a slight situation," I yell out.

"What is the situation?" Eric asks.

"Well," like a bandaid, "fairies attacked while we were gone. Gran's dead."

Sookie gasps, hands covering her face, and her eyes go wide.

"Was she the only one home?" Sookie ask.

"As far as I can tell, yes."

"Oh my—"

"Sookie, we need to get out of here," Eric says calmly, looking around at the tree line, as if he could count his enemies nearing.

"But—" she starts, but I don't let her get far.

"I agree. I don't think they came here looking for your gran, meaning they might come back. We need to get out of here."

"I can offer you lodging," Eric says, with a charming slight bow.

Sookie scoffs, "For a price I'm sure."

He smiles indulgently at her, which didn't help his case much.

"You need a safe space to be, I'm offering you one of my houses. It has state of the art security features, as well as top of the line amenities."

Yes, yes. "That sounds delightful," I offer with a smile. We should go there. I bet the Viking has a nice big bath tub, and a fluffy bed. Maybe he even has a karaoke machine.

"No," What? "But thank you for your offer. If you don't mind dropping Claude and I at a Shreveport hotel, that would be appreciated," she says glancing sideways at me.

"Are you sure Miss Stackhouse? It would be no difference to me."

"I'm sure," Sookie says stubbornly.

We all pile back into the car. Eric in the driver seat, and I'm sitting on Sookie's lap.

"Do I need to be worried?" she asks.

"Cautious, we don't know much yet. Don't preemptively worry."

I can feel her eye roll, such a young one. It's adorable.

Then my but started vibrating, "Um, Sook?"

"Sorry," she says as she starts to fumble around, trying to get her phone out of her front pocket as it's ringing.

"Hello?" she answers.

Eric and I share a look, then look out the front windshield. As if acknowledging together that this phone call can't be anything good.

"Yes, this is she. What happened?" she—slightly less than—yells into the phone. "What do you mean, you can't tell me over the phone?"

She grabs my arm, squeezing it tightly. She ends the phone call, aggressively mumbling about new phones not giving her the satisfaction of angrily ending a phone call.

"Eric, do you mind dropping us off at the hospital in Shreveport, instead of a hotel?"

"Sure. Want to tell me why?"

"Do I really need to, or did you already here the whole conversation?" she asks.

I nudge her lightly, to remind her that with all my supernatural power, eavesdropping was not one of them.

"It's Jason. He's at the hospital and they wont tell me what happened, but the lady said it was serious."