Dead to Rights (or the Vampire Still Loves You)

Setting: Takes place over a 9-month period from mid-January to mid-September in Bon Temps, Shreveport, and a secret undisclosed location.

Warning: Potential Spoilers for all books (including a short story or two)

Disclaimer:These are characters from the fabulous brain of Charlaine Harris. They are not my creations, I'm just taking them out to dinner for the evening and will bring the home by midnight! Promise!

Additional disclaimer: 1st time writing, so my apologies!

Plot so far:Sookie and Eric are working on their "understanding" with some impediments, but then Quinn…

Introduction

3rd Person Narrative

The door closed to let out the "visitors" from the Sharp Claw pack. Sookie gave a small sigh of relief that she'd pulled it off. She had rescued Preston from his would-be captors and had tended to his wounds. This made her feel good—necessary—needed—wanted. She turned around to see Preston, very naked in all his beautiful glory. Without thought, or reason, or regard to herself, or her situation she made her move. Preston was willing and together they climbed that magical pleasure mountain several times.

Out in the woods, later that evening, Preston met with Naill. "Did you give my great-granddaughter her gift?"

"Yes, Your Highness, she was very receptive toward getting it."

"Good. I hope she enjoys it. I didn't know what else to give her, and I can tell that she's been pining for family. Well, I do hope she likes it—it's not like she can return it at the-what is that place humans go to shop? The mall?"

"Yes, the mall."

"Thank you, Preston. I believe this makes us even now, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Good. I will ask that you not mention this to anyone. Also, I will ask that you make no contact with Sookie Stackhouse, nor anyone that she associates with ever in your lifetime. Don't query me as to why, just know that I have my reasons."

"Yes, Your Highness, I shall do your bidding."

"Very well," Niall said clapping Preston on the shoulder like a football coach, "I will take my leave of you now and go a see my great granddaughter." And with that, both Faeries poofed into the other realm.