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Rose is dying because of the bite of the werewolf. Helen looks after all day, but Rose begins to rave and attack. Stefan While trying to get in touch with Isobel and Damon threat to no avail the bad wolf wer Jules, if he sees ugly with Elena Rose, who escapes and kills two people. Damon and Elena back home.
Damon is forced to sleep soon after she impaled Rose. Elena hugs him, but Damon vents his despair with a reckless pass.

Jules I must say that I detest, Where's My Car because it is a first, second because it is a bitch who tries to hurt our vampirozzi and above because attempts to remove the possibility of poor Caroline to have a friend in this case Tyler, who in this episode comes forward and kisses her. I expect serious trouble, but if it is to take out Damon Jules, I'll be very happy. Also because she is anything but a saint: he slaughtered a group of picnickers without even realizing it, and then cold, even a policeman.


FAREWELL ROSE.

The scene of 'goodbye' dreamed between Damon and Rose is beautiful, poignant and delicate. I have not really loved Rose as a character and I always found with no charisma that should be a vampire than 560 years, and by the way, I never understood why Damon was born between her and to force something. Nevertheless, I found it very sad, yet serene in its own way, this scene, in which the dying asleep Damon Rose show, in the dream, the happy time when he was human, and then impaled.


ELENA's embrace.

It 's always Elena to take the first step, have you noticed? However, I noticed that Damon behind its apparent cynicism, was suffering.


DAMON AND THE 'DEAR DIARY, I miss HUMAN BEING "

's why I love Damon. because it gives us' foolish and reckless moments like this, while remaining in its own way a character fragile and insecure. In this case, shaken by the death of Rose, the embrace of Helen and the awareness of having human emotions tremendously but not to be true, it pours with a wretched, who could not tell him will NEVER 'TO ANYONE.

In practice, Damon admits that he misses his humanity.

But he does it before his next victim.

Here the scene subtitled: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF_gKlgpvJY

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RAISTAN POEM

was now past one o'clock,
a cold night and dark
starless, moonless
with a wind from fear.
I was about to sleep,
when a prolonged trill
me
has startled and a little scared.

Who I ring the bell,
will be mad as a hatter, but

was blond and it was beautiful and so I did go ...
come on pilgrim
I offer a bit 'to drink a glass of good wine

but I want to know who you are.

"But who the fuck you want it, you
lacks the memory?
Son's friend Lucia
telling my story! "
Perhaps this is a dream!
We need a pinch
So at least I awakened
and disappears in a single bang. I

a pinch I've had, but you're not gone at all
,
're still sitting there looking at me
satisfied.
is happening to me?
Oh damn, oh By now I'm making pork can

What really Raistan six.

I feel all emotion
What I run for the back, I
skin of capon
are full of wonder.
Just a question I was close,
I have to tell you the truth, I hope to have dined
,
before coming here.

But now tell me, please, why this
surprise
that I have so much honor, this
unexpected visit?
"I'm just passing through,
among the readers I want to do a sort of poll

knowing how to adjust.

For now, many are not enough for us to understand But

If we go forward whether or
Or shall we stop.
do you say, you liked
What I've read so far? "
me that I'm quite enjoyed
But I'd like to read more.

And you know I speak the truth, I could not do otherwise
,

you read minds and manipulate their minds! But

Lucia makes me wait And I mean anything. You can not anticipate

Just a little bit 'of the future?

"No, I can not really say anything of the future


Because to be honest for me is also very dark.
I am dead and I'm not dead
But I know that it ends,
and you'll see that I'm wrong,
that really makes me die. "

What do you say I'm sorry, maybe
is a way to succeed
to give you a little 'peace
after all your suffering.
"Now I have to go
which unfortunately I have some 'in a hurry,

many things I do and there are people waiting for me."

A hug and a Greeting
What has the feel of a farewell, and in less than a

six minutes gone, my friend.
do not know what saddens me, the
Magone alas, take me, and a tear

unexpectedly slow down on my face.

may not see you, but I can assure

that will put you in the heart
among the things dearest to me.

A poem written by a relative of Lucy and dedicated to Raistan Van Hoeck.
See?
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TEN


*


Sookie's screams had faded, but his teeth chattered and she kept her eyes wide open, as a fall catatonic state that shortly before Eric had feared. Letting himself be guided only by smell and by logic, Eric spotted what must have been the door of his bedroom, as bearing the smell more than anything else in the house, opened the Sookie and deposited, still wrapped in the cloak of Raistan on the big white bed in the middle of the room. Violent chills continued to shake.
Eric felt the legs and feet sticking out from the long black leather jacket, do not feel its warmth, and if it felt he was a being cold-blooded, it meant that they were frozen.

Hypothermia.

The trouble was that there was little he could do for her.
Of course, it could heat it with the warmth of her body, right? Then he had an idea. Unbuttoned his coat and shooting arm, trying to pay no attention to the fact that she was now again completely naked. If had stopped to think about it, would surely have done something wrong and was not the time to do things wrong. The weight carried to another door opening in one wall of the bedroom: his intuition was right, that was the bathroom.

hot water. They say work.

We hope so, while holding Sookie with his arm, opened his shower cabins and rotated to the bottom of the red knob. A jet of cold water first, then more hot, roaring from the dispenser. Sookie, hearing the noise, began to cry softly. Eric put out a hand to control the temperature.

should be warm but not hot. Hell, I do not want mica burns! Why are we so insensitive to temperature changes?

cursed between his teeth his inability to judge the boiling water. Then he decided it was time to groped and tried to break away from the neck into the arms of Sookie.
She rebelled, and began kicking and clinging to her hair with her fingers.
-No! Water! No! No! - Screamed.
- He 'quiet ... hey ... I just want to curse ... Sookie, it's okay! Needless
: she seemed overcome by a sudden panic attack.
- not water! No! Not again! Do not leave me! Do not throw me in the water! They will kill me! kill me!

Eric sighed. At that point, there was only one thing to do. After all, his clothes were already wet. Holding Sookie, got rid of his shoes and entered the cabin under running hot water.


* * *


Pam screamed intoxicated. ... Maybe years had passed since his last intimate contact with an exponent the male, so when Raistan penetrated the felt pain for a moment. This, of course, did nothing but bring his excitement at the stars.
Please do not tell me you're doing fucking in the mud by this arrogant Dutch! indignantly exclaimed the little voice in his head.
She 'Shut up for once , she answered even more and shook his legs around his waist to Raistan, sinking her nails into his back and lifting the dock to hear him go even deeper.

- And I thought I was a lesbian - said Raistan settling a boost.
- I am, you idiot! - She said.
Raistan grabbed her by the hair by turning the head to the side and bit his throat, taking a breath sound of his blood.
- Do not call me an idiot - he breathed in his ear.
He heard her shudder beneath him and realized he was surprised with a chuckle. A moment later she had pushed him away with incredible strength and he found himself upside down, with his pants down, amid the tombstones.
Pam continued to giggle, and jump up. It was a vision to scream, as he was completely naked. A blonde Valkyrie, and plenty of skin from the breast that looked pearly white in the moonlight. Raistan licked the canines, composing and getting rid once and for all of his jeans.
- Catch me if you can - Pam laughed and jumped into the thick vegetation.
- Damn - he muttered, then did the same.

few minutes later she was back legs clinging to his pelvis, and shoulders against the trunk of a tree.
- Northman I bet you will turn in a stew, find that when I fucked her offspring - he whispered in my ear.
- di Non. Eric ... you worry about Sookie will be doing at this hour ...


* * *


Eric was reflecting bitterly on the fact that, first of all that bad adventure had a slight chance of being Sookie, now it was pulverized. And this was to thank the friendly fairies. The girl was so traumatized that he would never again be allowed to touch a male human or vampire to be. He could not blame her much, but it gnawed at him, and how if gnawed. Again, we toyed for a moment to inflict tremendous mental torture to Bill Compton, who had plucked a flower so valuable and, ultimately, failed to ensure that no one else would steal him. He clenched his jaw and ordered him to stop with these petty thoughts, time to abuse Compton would come and maybe, with a lot of patience, but Sookie would let her go one day.

she had finally calmed down. Now do not cry anymore, but continued to make occasional hiccups jump. Even the trembling of her body had subsided. Eric was crouched on the shower tray and held her between his legs and arms, with his back pressed against his chest. It seemed an effective tactic to make her feel better. The rested his chin against his shoulder and stroked her hair soaked, enjoying the warm sound of the water that rained on him and beat them both, finally calm and regular in his heart. After all, it was not so bad. He did not need sex.
course, if Pam had chosen another time to get Van Hoeck, would have been better. Eric felt any sense of both, through the blood bond. He could even feel the tremors of orgasm, which makes it not exactly easy to control, especially considering the fact that Sookie was naked in his arms.

- How are you? - Whispered in your ear.
Sookie nodded weakly.
- I will not be the same as before, never again - he said.
- it will be, however. You have resisted. You are strong and courageous. Just as I thought.
She shook her head and touched the tip of the fingers which had mangled the flesh instead of the cheek, once round and smooth. A single large tear slipped down from the eye.
- The wounds heal. I'll make you heal me, Sookie ... Return beautiful as before.
- Eric ...
This was followed by a series of words mumbled a voice so low and so hasty that he could not to grasp its significance even with his super hearing.
- What?
- Mi ... on ... you give your blood?

Well, that yes it was a turning point. Sookie asking him to feed her. It had changed things, in a matter of hours ... I

the canines are automatically extended by pinching the inside edge of the lip. Did not need to repeat twice and did not want to give it time to change your mind. He raised his left arm and bit his wrist to the bottom, then handed it to Sookie. She clasped his hands and had only a moment's hesitation, then place the mouth on both holes and take a long sip.
Eric closed his eyes. The feeling was overwhelming. This time it was Sookie trying to extract a bullet ... This time he was drinking that Sookie really aware and consenting to one hundred percent, which came of his own volition in its most profound and precious, and it became part. He felt, in turn, become part of her, slipping into his body drop by drop. Sookie
shook even stronger between the legs and arms, while she sucked vigorously, almost in a trance, and his wounds began to sizzle as the skin and to reform. Even the horrible gash on her cheek was shrinking more and more, giving way to a patch round and pink, newborn skin. Soon even that different colors would disappear.
Sookie gave no sign to stop sucking. Then Eric had to force to detach the wrist from his mouth. He turned his face to her ... her lips, now finally healed, were red with his blood ...

could not resist further. Grabbed her hair and pulled her into his mouth, kissing her. You have not flinched nor tried to dismiss it; sank completely, without reacting to the kiss. With both hands, Eric shook his tousled head of Sookie, gently. The simple contact with his mouth, under the constant gush of hot water, made him shiver with pleasure. He waited, patient, holding her close and move slowly against her, until finally his lips opened up and welcomed him.

Time seems to expand indefinitely, while Eric felt his own blood to Sookie in the mouth and savored the sweet taste and unknown to her.


* * *


Sookie blinked and stretched in bed. He felt a little 'sore but nothing compared to the burning hell endured until the night before. The feeling of soft sheets her skin was wonderful. He would never have believed it possible to appreciate a good sleep so much. He yawned and opened all eyes, smiling at the sunshine filtering through the blinds closed.

- Hello, darling! It 's time to have breakfast, I bet you do not eat for ages! - Exclaimed a male voice very familiar and quite amused.

jumped Sookie that he found himself sitting on the bed. It was then that he realized a number of things all at once: first, he was completely naked. He pulled up the blanket to curl up behind it. Second, there was a tray resting on the table with a cappuccino and a lot of croissants and slices of buttered bread can feed three average American families. Third, Eric was sitting on his bed and, apparently, was not wearing nothing but his pajama pants, which of course did not came further down the knees.
Fourth, it was day. And yet sunny, too, apparently.

- Ch ... ch ... ch ... what are you doing here?
Eric performed in a smile, with its own light.
- I take care of you, as promised - he said.
- We ... did ... ?
- No, unfortunately. I am a gentleman, I do not try to mate with sleeping people.
- E p-then why are you ... ...
- Nude? Well, certainly I could not get back the clothes I wore yesterday ... They were dirty and wet, I would have smeared all over the bed, Sookie. I am a clean person.
Sookie gasped, not knowing what to say or do.
Eric smiled.
- You know you talk in your sleep? You say very interesting things while you sleep.
- But ... But ... but Eric! There is the sun! ... Bruce!
seemed really upset. Continued to move the look him in the half-open window, and again at him, eyes huge, staring, half-hidden behind the cloth tightly around his chest like a shield.

Eric turned to the window and looked at the sunshine dancing through the cracks. He got up and went to throw it open as if nothing had happened. The room was lit with a light crystal and Sookie started, launching a scream chilled. Eric opened his arms and turn the palms of your hands.
- See? I'm not burning - explained. - I do not even nose bleeds. Must all the blood of fairy I swallowed ... make real this time.
Sookie's eyes widened in disbelief.
- How long will the effect last?
He shook his head, but the smile died on his face.
- I have no idea. Maybe for a few hours, perhaps for years. Who knows. But he is' sure that I do not want to waste this opportunity in a locked room, honey.



EPILOGUE



- You two, out of the water!
- Five more minutes!
- But five minutes, three hours, you're red like shrimp, you're crazy? At least come and get you back cream!
- Uff ... yes, mommy ...

Eric Raistan left crestfallen and the waves rose to head down the shoreline, reaching Pam and Sookie at the sheets lying on the sand. Pam lifted his sunglasses on his forehead and raised an eyebrow with exasperated air, resting on the sand its Tru: Blood orange ice correctly.

- Try to control you, really! Blood Fairy is protecting you, it's true, but your skin is more accustomed to the sun! Look. Look what a mess. I want to see how will you lie down tonight Eric Northman. And the same goes for you, Dutch.
- Pam, I was enjoying a day at the beach for more than a thousand years, I feel good. I do not care, this evening. And you, Raistan?
- Ditto. Where's my kite?
- Not the your kite. You glamourizzato that poor child to convince him to give, and I Did I returned. Shame! - Sookie said, looking indignant Raistan.
- not true! I gave it to her own free will! You're a beautiful pain in the ass, I should have left with your little cousins, Sookie Stackhouse. - He said, but smiled and She returned the grin, accompanied by a tongue.

- How come there's no human around? - Eric asked, looking around while the girl sprinkle with sunscreen shoulders and back.
- And did you ask? After the joke of the shark this psychopath? - Pam replied, indicating Raistan again. - Have you seen the mass exodus?

Raistan was giggling. In fact it was great fun, pretend that attach to the back fin and swim under water until it had been a single human bather. He was re-emerged in some distance from the shore just to enjoy the general stampede, but had not escaped the eyes of outraged Sookie and raised eyebrows with Pam. She smiled, though. It was their day, their nature would soon be taken over and they would be again confined in the dark hours of the night. Every moment of light could have won the last. No human was noisy and spoil that moment he felt in Dutch law to turn the situation to their full advantage. Thanks to him had the beach to themselves, I think I deserve at least a little 'gratitude.

- Finished, with this cream? It makes me feel all sticky, it annoys me - he muttered, turning to the girl.
- Better sticky roasted. Come on, go ... children.
- No, on second thought I'm tired. I'll rest a bit '.

The effect of the poison transmitted by bites of the fairies was easing, after a week, but the three vampires were not yet at their full strength, especially Raistan. On his body were still visible signs of their merry feast.
He lay on his towel and covered his eyes with his forearm, Eric, however, looked around, then sat next to Sookie, peering worriedly, which earned him a look of fire by Pam, a beautiful leopard in his costume.

- I'm fine - said the girl, guessing his thoughts, and turning a slight smile, then bent over Van Hoeck and touched his cheek with a kiss. He pulled his arm from his forehead and opened her eyes, looking at her quizzically.
- And this? - Churches, rising on his elbow.
- Did not I still thank you for having diverted their attention from me that day ... and everything else.
- I did not do for you. You were with your deafening screams, that's all. - Said, staring at an indefinite point in front of him.
- I want to thank all the same. And you too, Pam.
The vampire rolled his eyes, but smiled and nodded.
- What about me? I do not deserve any thanks? - Eric asked, feigning indignation that he felt. In fact, Sookie had already expressed his gratitude in a very tangible.
- I thought you did, Mr. Northman ...
- Really? Perhaps you would good to refresh my memory. You know, the old ...
Sookie laughed and wrapped his arms with the shoulders of the Viking, by printing a huge kiss on the cheek.

- That's right?
- start thinking.
- I was wondering ... you did as I asked you, right? You freed Bill?
- Yes. I had my way I would have killed him, you know, but ... I do not want to make you angry.
- could at least go to see how I was ...
- I would prefer a change of air. It was a bit 'try, you know ... I seemed to understand that he chose a pretty place ... exotic .
- Oh.

Raistan was raised.
- Dig a nice tunnel?
The three friends looked at him stunned.
- the same as before? The one with which you made to collapse the castle I had built, exact reproduction of the palace of my father? - Eric growled.
- Um ... agreement, I understand. Then I go for a last swim before returning. Accompany me, inglesina?
- Why not? I hate the feeling of sand glued on him. And you do the good.
The vampire stood up and took his hand in his Raistan. They walked together toward the shore of sea and Sookie smiled, trying night for his friends ... a mixture of affection and compassion. It was not to be nice, knowing you have only a few light days in the sea of darkness that was their life, even if no one spoke.

- He wants to spread a little 'cream to me, Mr. Northman?
- With supreme pleasure, Miss Stackhouse.


* * *


CEMETERY BONTEMPS


The vampire named Bill Compton had been lost for hours hoping to break free from the chains that wrapped like a sausage. Also, the smell of fruit jelly which was held the gave the nausea.
He heard a faint noise coming from the bushes to his right and spun around.

- Hey! Hello? Somebody help me, please!

vegetation emerged from an ethereal figure, wrapped in a beautiful halo of light. He had long blond hair topped by a wreath of flowers, strange slanted eyes and small pointed ears.
- What happened to you, my child? Are you lost? - Said the creature, her voice sweet and sensual.

Then he smiled, and Bill-is-a-bitch Compton cried, because her teeth were long and sharp as a tiny knives.

- END -

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*

Raistan glanced up and saw that the light goes away more and more, along with hope.

Eric was beneath him, helpless, Pam was no longer visible and there was no trace of the steps that had led them into the realm of those nightmarish creatures. Beautiful fucking mission.
Countless hands had clung to his legs, his, hand, hedged about with tenacity on the arm of Sookie, who was now writhing in panic caused asphyxiation. Their eyes met for a moment, then a tremendous white flash exploded in the space that separated them, eliminating the conscience of the killer, but his anger and his fear.


* * *

- Hey. Van Hoeck, are you there?

Raistan opened his eyes and sat up abruptly, looking for the sword at his side, driven by pure instinct.

- Calma. We're out. Look - Eric said, sitting in the grass beside him, with Sookie in her arms. The girl was awake and alert for the first time and looked at him as if it should prove very aware of what he saw. More than anything, though, watching the Vikings and did not seem to want more detached from his embrace.
- How the hell ... - stammered the Netherlands while just beyond the senses and even Pam took over as first check the conditions of its soft chenille jumpsuit, stifling a curse when she noticed a tear in the sleeve.
- It 's been her. It 'been able to find the strength to use his powers and has saved us all - said Eric, looking at something that might look like in awe. They were sitting in the grass in front of the chapel, soaking wet, injured and his clothes in tatters, but alive. Undoubtedly alive, as you could say a vampire. As Sookie
Raistan kept looking, he felt obliged to ask you at least word. The first that came to mind, however, would have yielded the instantaneous impalement by Eric, then swallowed a couple of times, smiled through clenched teeth and muttered a neutral "Hey" and then rushed him away look, before his tongue went away to the office. He stood up abruptly and looked around.

- Do you plan to do a picnic or we can raise the buttocks from this shitty place? - He said, looking around.
He just wanted to go back to the hotel, take a shower and put on something dry, until they have wrapped like a mummy. The burning was intense bites as before, the only thing that confirmed that this past experience was not all a bizarre dream.
- Yes, let's go. Mission accomplished, you have seen Dutch? And you were a pessimist ... - Eric replied, without looking away from Sookie.

Raistan muttered something between his teeth, while Pam rolled her eyes and snorted, annoyed. One of his best suits, quell'insignificante ruined man. Its creator would not have left it for days, until it was put back in force, and she'd have to see them printed on the face irritating dazed expression. By vomiting, as he told Van Hoeck.

They walked toward the exit of the cemetery in silence, accompanied by the sounds of crickets and cicadas. They also seemed happy to be alive.



* * *

- I want to go home - Sookie murmured ear Eric.

His voice was hoarse and slurred. When they had been spat out of the chapel, Sookie was rolled away from her arms to end all fours on the grass and had coughed for at least ten minutes in a row, spitting water mixed with blood and taking gasps. The air into his trachea was almost noise, as there was violently and Eric had been channeled to look at her property, having no idea how he could help her. He realized that there was nothing he could do for her, of course, could not groped a mouth to mouth resuscitation, he was not breathing either. She had to sit and wait for the verdict of fate that would decide whether to Sookie Stackhouse would live or dead.
had lived. He had it made.

- I'm taking it. He held

Sookie and she leaned against his chest, incredibly, he was good, without protest, just trying to shut in all the ways of black leather coat Raistan to cover his nakedness.

- Eric - called the Dutch from behind - I consider my job done?
He turned.
- Yes.
- So I'm leaving. I'll wait for the payment to my account. Do not be waiting too, hate those who pay late.
- You'll come back already Europe?
- of course. I've had enough of this place. I miss the good old Paris.
shrugged and smiled, putting his hands in his pockets.
- And then I always hated the marshes.
- then the next, Van Hoeck.
- I do not swear. Goodbye.
While turning on his heel, he added: - And goodnight to you, fairy. You might as well give it to him, this poor desperate.

Eric shut his jaw and fangs bared, but Raistan had already disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a tune whistled.
- You hired that vampire to find me? - Sookie asked.
- It was necessary - Eric said peering into the distance between the trees. Damn Dutch.

*

Raistan had already driven a couple of miles of travel in the direction of Shreveport, where he had his hotel, when suddenly she remembered something and reversed course. A few minutes later he was back in the cemetery of Bon Temps, the point at which they reappeared, looking for the two iron swords.
She did not know what he was doing. A feeling of emptiness suddenly attacked him.
felt that absolutely had to get an heirloom that's always testify to that experience, he had not really lived and dreamed. The scars would be gone soon, and if you had stayed you would have lost in the network of dozens of flavors of the battle that covered his body. The swords would have remained, however. In addition, two authentic iron swords from the legendary size of the fairies were worth a fortune. He could sell or give away to a Shibeen and keep one for yourself ... just in case the monsters they had decided to return to find it.
He started to roll up their sleeves, but only then realized that he was naked from the waist up. The leather coat was left on the human, Snoopy t-shirt ... who knows that had happened. Richard would have been disappointed. Stifled a curse and began to search for.

*

Eric arrived on the porch of Sookie. Going up the few wooden steps, stood at the door. She stared at him puzzled.

- What? - Churches.
- You have to invite them - he explained - did you forget about me withdrew the invitation?
Sookie hesitated for a moment, then uttered the fateful words
- You are invited to enter, Mr. Northman.
Eric let out a chuckle while pushing the door, holding Sookie with only his right arm.

- It is not necessary to be so formal, you have guessed? Just a simple "Sign In".
- Where's Bill? - She asked in reply.
- chained in my basement - Eric replied simply. - I'm considering whether or not deserve to die.
Sookie merely secure it with two eyes that seemed to have become huge.
- He tried to kill me - Eric said, feeling strangely uncomfortable. - And ... I have wronged.

Sookie frowned and shook his head, opening his mouth to say something, but he did not, because his eyes clashed with his reflection in the vanity mirror in the hallway leading to the stairs.
He saw his face, his swollen cheeks, nose and split lip, the big purple bruises that stretched around the right eye and above saw the portion of meat that was missing from his cheek. It then exploded in a scream that was almost startled Eric.



* Where the hell are they?

Raistan frantically rummaging through the bushes and the dead leaves in the mud formed by the water they had brought with them when they went out. The only result was obtained for ten minutes on that side had been defile the hands. Finally his fingers collided with something hard, smooth and cool.
hand on the hilt of his sword and lifted with a small growl of triumph. Just then he heard a rustle behind him, spun around and threw the sword with violence against the creature who was stationed to hold out the trap. A cry of women, furious, echoed in the air.

- What ... hell are you doing here again? - Asked Raistan interdict, as soon as he recognized the tall, lithe figure of the daughter of Eric.

Pam's upper lip curled in a fit of irritation, as he slipped off the blade of iron which had penetrated at least five fingers on his right breast swelling. If it had been a wooden peg and had reached a few inches to the left, would have risked seriously explode like a balloon full of red offal.

- Damn! Look what you made me the suit! - Growled, throwing the gun on the ground bleeding. He lowered his chin and examined the rift, noting that it was an irreparable loss.
Raistan looked puzzled and amused in spite of himself.
- What a disaster, I think your nice suit is thrown out.
- Of course it is! - She snapped.
- Honey, it's not my fault. Even if I had not hurt, look: there's more blood and mud on top of you that dust in my apartment.
Pam's eyes became fixed in his for a brief moment, then she looked away, sitting on a tombstone with air angrily.
- If so, I hope never to set foot - he muttered, looking down.
- So, inglesina? You have not answered my question: What are you doing here? I thought you were gone with your maker.
- Do not call inglesina, Dutch. I removed the back, as I always do when Eric has to do with Sookie - she said with a trace of bitterness in his voice. - And you, instead. What were you doing here, with this sword?

Raistan crouched at his side.
- should not be so jealous. Never a human will not affect the relationship with your creator - he said, tilting her head to one side.
- And do you know?
- Trust, I know. I loved human women too, but nothing ever separate me from Shibeen.

Pam was banned for a few moments, rubbing the wound on her breast in itching heal in the meantime, not at all sure that the killer had actually said Atropos "beloved."
Raistan looked at and decided it was beautiful, with that fair and those full lips and pouting. The adrenaline of battle had not yet gone quite the contrary. The blood of drinking plenty of fairy had given him a feeling of vertigo unusual and exciting, coming and going in waves. Seeing it sitting on the stone legs crossed and one hand thrust into zip top, pressed on the breast, snapped the spring. The next evening he would leave and he may not have seen her or heard of for centuries. Shibeen no one would ever know. Soon the moon would set, and that terrible night would end, but he would not let her finish it without first trying something nice on her skin wound, something that blows away the pain and rimettesse to place her head.

want it, here, now

The thought was just in time to cross the mind, which was already leaning forward, grabbed Pam's neck and he is firmly against his face, eagerly pressing his lips on hers.
She did not respond to the kiss. His mouth was cold and hard as stone. Raistan slipped your hand into the jacket of her and groped her breasts, feeling under the fingers, the moisture of the wound is still open, which was slow to heal because of the fairy bites that Pam, as moreover, he had collected during the fight.
Pam broke away from him and growling in a moment I landed, jumping on it with a flick of the tiger. Raistan ended up back on the ground in the grass and mud, with her hands tight around his throat. The moonlight silver formed a kind of halo around her hair uncombed Pam, I could not see clearly the facial expression, which was in shadow, but felt the growling and panting slightly - a reaction to pointless for breathing non-existent for a vampire, but dictated by human difficult to eradicate that legacy go on again at critical times, so it had said.

- Do not touch me - she hissed, lowering his face to blow up in your ear - do not touch me with those dirty paws.

Raistan could scrollarsela off with a flash, rise up and press against the trunk of a weeping willow, and perhaps also hanged, all within a couple of seconds ... but the feeling of her body down on her was fantastic. He felt a strong enthusiasm gonfiarglisi in his pants and he could bet that even she felt, as he was placed astride on her lower parts.
He put both hands under the jacket of the suit Pam, ran her fingers on her spine and came up on the hook of her bra unfastened.

- Do not touch me! - She repeated, in a growl hysterical, and increased the narrow neck of Raistan. But he felt the press and move her pelvis on her. He turned with a jerk and reversed positions, blocking Pam on the ground under the weight of his body between her legs, lowered his zip the top revealing the breasts and pressed her hand on her nipple.
She arched her back under him and let out a groan very little saddened.
- Touch me - he said in a hoarse whisper. - Touch me!
Congratulations consistency , Raistan thought absently, while clutching her left breast.
- I'm touching, Pamela.
- More - She said, and stuck the pointed nails in the back, clinging to her hair.
Raistan growled softly, but the growl is translated into an amused chuckle. She slipped a hand between them, bringing it down.
- How about giving the marching orders in this suit, Pammie?
So saying, he grabbed the edge of her pants and pulled it out of the net.


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Eric Serra close around Sookie, detaching it from the mirror. She was screaming, crying and struggling, babbling incoherent phrases between a sob and another. He swallowed and cursed bitterly for having driven in a similar situation. It was not done to calm the screaming, him, but to provoke.

Maybe I should take her to hospital and download it there. Maybe it does not need my blood, but a good psychiatrist. Damn.

take the ramp of wooden steps that presumably led to the first floor, crushing Sookie's head against his shoulder. She did not stop sobbing and snapped his collarbone weakly, moaning.

No. how to explain to doctors these bites? Blame me. I could glamourizzarli. Sure. I'll be damned, I did not pay one hundred thousand U.S. dollars in Van Hoeck and then walk away in the ER.

As he climbed the stairs, tried to ask where Sookie was his room, but got nothing but a cry even more desperate and scared. Seeing in the flesh the marks of torture had made her fall into a deep state of shock.
How long had been a prisoner at the fairies? Eric made a quick mental calculation and she felt cold. It had been almost a month since his disappearance. A Month in the midst of those creatures mangiacarne. It was a miracle she was still alive and had not yet reduced to a catatonic state. He felt a whole new respect for her. She had survived, by itself, without having any idea that he, all the time, had worked to find her.
Suddenly flashed to mind the words of Claudine

was the vampire Bill to attract

and in a flash everything was clear to him.

The new awareness made him angry for a moment to consider the idea of Sookie deposit on the stairs, rush of flying to Shreveport, in the basement and run the bastard stakes, indeed, the first sodomized with a silver pin, then let him try the torture suffered by Sookie one by one and then stakes.

Bill drew the water fairies.
He told them he and Sookie, and maybe even like having sex and how she let him drink from him. Then he would wait for me to go for help - because knew that I would have done, he knew, the son of a bitch - and would have enjoyed my death. And then it occurred, would save her and she would receive them again, showing heroism and boundless love. She was elected to his only hero. Again. Beautiful piano, Billy. Really commendable. I bow to your mastery .

The fact that such a suspicion he had never touched him upset, ripping out a gurgling furiously. Bill had dramatically underestimated, his shrewdness, his tenacity in defending what they believed belonged to him and his obsession.

you'll get what you deserve, Bill Compton. But not now.

Now we must think of her, only her.



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Skateboard Ramp Blueprints

NB : no fairy and no Bill has been abused during the writing of this story. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people (I WONDER WHO) is purely coincidental. For absolutely no reason this story may be considered as an incitement to violence. The authors are also most myths of this land.

OTTO


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Pam and Eric Raistan reached the corner and stood poised to attack, Pam with his sword raised in front of him, certainly Raistan ' other weapon that the hands and teeth.
Eric spread his arms and legs and squeezed the hilt of his sword in his right fist almost to be splashing out from the skin tendons. With a sidelong glance intercepted the bar Sookie, who until then had hardly uttered a word, apart from some short-run and cry softly cry.

- Eric - she said only.

He turned to look at her, while the crowd of do-monster encircling advancing more and more, producing a kind of deafening screech, like a thousand angry crickets.

- To ... ... favor. kill me - she added, her voice distorted and made unrecognizable by suffering, fear and injury to the mouth and throat. - Do not ... let ... me ... again ... take
- No one will twist more than a human hair. Trust me - he replied, and then was forced to look away from her face for the fairies.
These, like responding to a silent signal, they launched a strident yell in unison and all sprang forward, as many small remote-controlled toy soldiers, opening their mouths much more voracious than the normal laws of physics could afford. Eric seemed strange fish repellent.

Within a split second, Pam, Eric and Raistan found themselves wearing at least three, four fairies each. Eric
speared it just a couple with a sword, driving the other with punches and kicks violent the Pam did the same. Raistan, without a weapon, if he was going through worse. Three fairies were attached to his legs with their mouths, three or four arms and tried to bite the others were crowding upon him, armed with small daggers, silver, and he had already killed a tearing his head and now he was biting the other blind, but could not shake the other off, which seemed to have stuck to him like flypaper.
Eric Fan the sword in front of him in a couple of deadly blows that opened literally in the middle three do together, as if they were butter, then shouted in a loud Raistan item name and offered him the sword, which the Dutch seized at the hilt with a speed and skill dictated for decades and decades of training and furious battles. He used to vibrate a shot in the chest, which reached a fairy, whose body is wrinkled at once, and another who beheaded a second, and staining around the blood stream of a dense and purple that flooded for the most part.

Pam is defended with equal ferocity, using the sword with surgical precision and biting mercilessly every time a hand or foot squamous came within reach of the mouth. A fairy high no more than a child of seven years against the rushed before he could shield himself and bit into his left shoulder, clinging to her as a climbing plant carnivorous. He screamed and his immediate reaction was to give up the sword and grab the monster with both hands to try to scrollarselo off the latter, however, did nothing but bite deeper, digging into the skin with the claws of Pam . Raistan saw her, and wiped out a fairy with a blow, the assailant Pam speared with a click of the arm, then pull out the limp body from the blade with a kick.

- Thanks - Pam croaked, taking the ground to retrieve the sword that one of you was already trying to snatch.
- Not at all - he muttered Raistan without even looking at it, but the stridency of the fairies covered part of the answer.

The three vampires had formed a sort of semicircle in front of Sookie, knowing that if she had been attacked would not have survived, had already been reduced as he was dying.
Eric, who was without a sword, was already covered with bloody bites. He realized that they do not heal quickly as they should and burning in so hell, but forced himself to disregard the pain and keep fighting. Defending himself with his hands, feet and teeth, had already killed a good number of you, when a group attacked him at the same time, covering even the view. He roared, furious. He heard a whistle.

- Eric!

The sword, from Raistan arrived while spinning on itself and the Eric caught it located only through the hiss produced. With a swing of his hand, wiped away her attackers, emptying into a second space around him in an explosion of blood.
The fairies were now left in a few began to retreat slowly to the cemetery in the middle of bloody stumps that had become the floor of the room.
Pam kept a hand pressed against his left shoulder, hurt by the bite. His mouth was dripping blood and strands of meat.
Eric ended up with a fairy and a leap he assaulted another who tried to cut and run, dropped him with all his weight and forcing it to land between your knees. He decided to remove his whim to kill her biting her neck, instead of a sword. He did it slowly, because now three, four fairies remained no longer posed a danger, and sucked fully dense and sugary nectar that came from his throat as she screamed and waved weakly increasing. Drained the last drop and then raised her face with a guttural growl of rage and primitive satisfaction together. Then he looked at Sookie, who had been crumpled in the corner and was watching him in turn. He got up, tried to clean up the chin as best he could and went up to her.


Raistan, meanwhile, was hounded Lisbeth, by circling the sword from hand to hand with sadism. She had foolishly cornered by one and it exploded in laughter acid, getting closer and closer to her. Lisbeth retreated finishing with their backs to the wall.

- Please do not hurt me ... Raistan - squeaked.
- Please ... please ... do not know the meaning of these words, you know? You were very stupid to come back - he whispered with a grin, grabbed by the throat. She saw his face and his body tremble and rearranged from a squamous amphibious voracious and girl naked and delicate as a flower.
- spare me ... I beg you - whined - It's me, your Lisbeth ...
- Trick very, very unhappy - he Raistan, and planted the blade of the sword between his legs, impala.
She screamed hoarsely and stiffened, but he was not dead yet. Keeping it pinned to the wall with one hand on the neck, drew his sword and shooting it with his tongue covered the bloody knife, without ceasing to look Lisbeth. Then he dropped the weapon on the ground and slipped his hand between her thighs now free, and experience. The soup drew blood. The fairy
launched a series of shrill cries like a bird of prey and tried to free himself, but threw the Raistan on the ground and jumped on him, biting the first where the sword had penetrated, then on his stomach and finally to the jugular.

And that was the end of the fairy named Lisbeth.

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staring Sookie Eric, covered in blood and marked by a series of crescent shaped bites, was advancing toward her. When he was closer, she drew back even more on itself, like a frightened kitten.
Eric Crouch, conscious of having to deal with a human in severe state of shock. It was not exactly the most flattering in humans scared, but decided that it was a good time to practice. Moreover, if you were the last taken to his heels and a new quota could burst at any moment: you had run away and soon ....

- Sookie ... It's okay. It 's over - said a quiet voice, holding out his hand.
She trembled and stood watching the outstretched hand with eyes wide open, but after a while his face seemed to relax. Very slowly, almost grudgingly, his right hand moved away from the ball that his body had formed and moved forward until it meets the much bigger, Eric.
's cold , he thought he touched. Cold almost like mine.

Cautiously, he went even closer, holding the hand of Sookie in his. With the other, the hair pulled back, revealing his face dirty and wounded, swollen in several places.
- Pam - she said, without looking away from Sookie, almost hoping to enchant with the glamorous - Find something to cover it.
Pam looked around and saw in a corner, all rolled up, a black leather jacket very long and very familiar.

- Hey, Dutch. Do you mind if I borrow your coat?
Raistan lifted his mouth from Lisbeth's lifeless body.
- Okay, but not damaged, inglesina - replied with a smile.
- As if it had already reduced to a rag - she said, handing it to Eric and he took it, opened it and wrapped it around Sookie.

him up proved more difficult. He seemed to have lost control of his body and refused to disband the crouching position in which he was. Eric had to force to open my arms and slip them into the sleeves of his coat.
- and stop to watch, there were embarrassing - suddenly exclaimed, Raistan and Pam saw that they were watching the operation with great interest. Raistan turned away and began to whistle with feigned indifference.
Eventually Eric was able to insinuate his hands around Sookie and lift her arms, wrapped in the coat of Raistan like a cocoon. He looked at his two companions.
- Filiamocela - he said.
as they race to race out of the infernal house of marzipan, Raistan paused, went back inside to retrieve both the sword and ran out again.

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ran as fast as he could, through forests, hills and small streams, following the tracks left by instinct to themselves when they arrived.
finally found themselves a few steps from the small body of water that was passing, crowned by "Bontemps Cemetery, surrounded by willows and magnolias similar to its corresponding ground. Eric continued to hold Sookie, intermittently conscious in the arms.
- Ok. And now? - Raistan said, hands clasped around else swords, approaching the water and watching her reflection. It was smeared with blood and so were the long blond hair, which had now assumed disturbing reddish hue. - We dive and splash around until we find the other side?
Pam looked at Eric.
- honestly - he said - I do not have the slightest idea.

shooting turned all three.
They had all heard the same thing: a crack suspicion from the bushes behind them.

The vegetation behind them began to vibrate and oscillate as shaken by a strong wind, then a multitude of fairies burst in the courtyard in front of the pond.
- but how the hell are these bitches? - Raistan snarled, reaching out a sword to Pam, at his side. Eric with Sookie in her arms, looked around frantically, knowing that he could not fight, the girl clinging to his neck like a lifeline. Then, the lake behind it emerged that the harpoon to strong arms and legs and dragged him toward the water. The Vikings lost his balance and fell backward, ending up submerged along with Sookie, he uttered only a breathless moan, before disappearing under water with him.

- Eric! - Pam screamed, realizing what was happening, but could not intervene, the fairies on land they had been assaulted and unlike its predecessors, were armed with bows and small curved daggers, so bright that it can not be any other material, if not silver.
Raistan swirled the sword almost blindly, spreading death among the ranks of creatures, from time to time, one of them could get attacked and growling, but he shook off if off like a big dog and its fleas . Bleeding from numerous wounds all over his body, but it seemed not to notice and hit, hit, hit, his lips stretched in a fierce grin.
- Eric Van Hoeck ... ... - stammered the vampire.
- I saw - he answered, then, at a moment's hesitation of their opponents, grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her with him into the lake.
plunged, looking around in the icy water, beneath them, they saw the Viking who was struggling furiously to free himself from the power of the fairies, with Sookie still clinging to his neck, clearly low on air. Raistan swam fast to her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to let go from the neck of Eric, but she responded by clawing with increased strength, lost in the panic that made her completely irrational. He would not have lasted much longer, sooner or later would be drowned and all that mess would be useless. Stupid, stupid man!

Something slimy and incredibly strong Dutchman is wrapped around the throat, then a terrible pain in the neck from the base spread throughout the body. A male fairy, enormous, had just stabbed with his dagger. She opened her mouth to scream, but swallowed the icy water and the lash of pain was renewed, at least until he was able to grabs the creature's head and to separate from the body.

not we'll ever drag us deeper and deeper. ... Deeper and deeper ... we will not not even the consolation of dying drowned, not us, float here forever ....


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Halloween Costumes With Cruches

NB : no fairy and no Bill has been abused during the writing of this story. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people (I WONDER WHO) is purely coincidental. For absolutely no reason this story may be regarded as an incitement to violence. The authors are also most myths of this land.

SEVEN


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They found themselves in front of a small house in the green, which seemed out of a storybook. Her appearance was both charming and sinister. Claudine
rested the index on the lips and walked over to one of the windows, the glass opaque and cracked.

- They are here - murmured in a low voice - Now you have to get by on their own. Save the small Sookie and bring it back into the human world. After you've done that, forget me. None of you will never to mention that I have given aid. Our species are enemies since time immemorial and I feel the same horror for you.
- It 's a real shame - Eric whispered, hint of a wry smile - because I bet you'd be really good, hanging from the chains of my basement.
The fairy did not blink.
- One last suggestion, a vampire. We can read in your minds, but we do not have extremely sensitive hearing. Remember this. Good luck and farewell ....
So saying, he vanished.

Eric reached out to more to the window, flattening his back against the wall, threw a furtive glance through the glass. The interior was in darkness, so that even his eyes of a vampire, well accustomed to the darkness, it took a few seconds to adapt, as they were deceived by the blinding light outside. The first thing I saw was Raistan, lying on the floor, naked from the waist up, looked alert and was doing strength to pull his hands nailed to the ground, up. His mouth was contracted in a grimace of pain, but no sound. Then he saw a pile of naked bodies piled on one another on a pallet: were fairies, and had to be asleep, snoring as a judge. For
seem to last in his field of vision was Sookie, and Eric had to swallow almost noisily to swallow the anger that had flared up inside. He already knew what to expect, but to see with his eyes reduced in those conditions so upset in a way that would never have expected. He had the presence of mind to dive to his knees to take it off from view, or the fury he would be overwhelmed and fallen in the house, roaring like a raging lion, making capture stupidly.

Pam touched his shoulder, bringing it back to lucidity.
- Here's what we will - whispered him - and you'll go to Raistan think, first of all. We will need him to fight, so you give him your blood to heal.
- What? - Pam spelled, dejected.
- Yes. I deliver Sookie, then kill the ones you do one by one and drink the blood.



* The front door was ajar. Eric the
drove slowly, being careful not to let it creak and s'introdusse step in the dark room with padded shoulders and Pam. The room smelled of human and vampire blood, sex ... the idea disgusted him enormously and even more irate ... and fairy. An overwhelming smell and delicious, which stood at attention every instinct more basic. The fairies were sleeping
blessed, maybe drunk or just exhausted by the orgy of flesh and sex.
He exchanged a look eloquent with Pam, who approached Raistan quiet as a cat. Glancing at his chest, she shuddered for a moment: it seemed, in many places, covered with minced meat. But it was not ... it was his own flesh, mangled by dozens and dozens of bites deep. Raistan stared at her in disbelief at first, then gave her a big smile that she seemed really nice and made her wonder how he managed to smile again, reduced in such critical conditions. He did not made a sound, it was not an idiot, obviously he had heard of and had understood the flight plan.
kneeling, Pam grabbed one of the nails that held him prisoner and Raistan extracted from wooden planks of the floor without making any noise, fortunately it was not silver. On second thought Raistan same nail with his hand free at last, with an angry gesture and triumphant but still quiet. Pam
you bit into his left wrist and placed it in front of the face Raistan, who meanwhile had sat down, not without some difficulty and was slowly opening and closing his fists, to assess the severity of injuries. He did not hesitate even a second: if his mouth with both hands and began to suck greedily. Pam let out a muffled growl.

- This must pay me - the syllable, almost no sound.
In response, he blinked a few times, seductive, and sucked with even more determination.


Eric, meanwhile, came close to Sookie. She was unconscious. He seemed dead, had it not been for his chest rose and fell rhythmically and the weak beat of the heart, that Eric's ears pick up without difficulty.
He touched his cheek, noting with disgust that had bitten there too. Then she brushes her hair from her eyes gently. The rest of his body was reduced to a sieve.
He often fantasized about how he could be naked to be, but that, rather than an erotic dream, was like a nightmare. Dozens and dozens of bites open and bleeding, on which there were all the teeth of the fairies, the covering from head to toe, red imprints of hands and feet everywhere, scratches, cuts and burns. See his skin, the skin that had never had the chance to stroke, broken and disfigured in that way, threatened to make him lose control. But resisted, appealing to all the coldness that Godric had taught for a thousand years. Carefully, put his arm around her waist, hugging him, then raised his sword and sawed clean off the ropes that kept her hanging on the wall by the wrists, first one, then the other.
Sookie's arms fell down with a small thud and Eric are petrified in place, tighten even more closely on his body.
A fairy waved and mumbled something, but did not open his eyes, rolled over and continued to purr quietly.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief mental.

He turned to the room where they were Raistan and Pam, Sookie still holding tight, completely unconscious, to his chest. They looked at him in turn; Raistan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, giving the other hand to Pam, who took her haughty air and stood up too.

- Hmm ... ... mm - made Sookie, shivering lifting eyelids and a few millimeters. Eric covered his mouth with your hand instantly. She opened her eyes, as soon as he realized who was holding the grip.
He motioned to be quiet, then came over his mouth to his ear.

- I'm here to take you home - he muttered in a barely audible murmur. - Now I put you down. Close your eyes and not look or open mouth, for any reason, feel anything. You'll be fine. I promise.

Then raised his face and looked into her face to make sure he understood. She stared at him back with wide eyes and nodded slightly. Eric
placed it gently in the corner closest to the window farthest from the bed of the fairies, and she crouched there clutching his knees to his chest, but do not close your eyes, then nodded with Raistan and head towards Pam.
Together, all three came to the fairies sleeping. They were clinging to each other, male and female, so that it was difficult to establish with certainty how many there were.

Eric raised the hilt of the sword that Claudine had given him and then, abruptly, he came to the blade down with precision, piercing the throat of one of the fairies.
The creature stared almost to have them out of their sockets, his mouth opened wide and let out a shrill scream single, poignant and penetrating as a host of chalk on a blackboard. The next instant his skin wrinkled, as if someone had sucked every drop of lifeblood, and she fell heavily on his back, turned into something like a mummy, loathsome.
At the same time when the cry of the fairy had gone, the others had jumped up and began to cry like owls.
In the dusty dark room and all hell broke loose.


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Raistan was barely back on its feet and the blood of Pam had helped to heal faster than the wounds inflicted by arrows and by the nails in the palms of the hands, but the effect of the bites you no sign off and made him feel weak and a prey to nausea. In addition, the awful moments that had passed before the Viking dell'insperato intervention and Pam haunt him, forcing him to close the mind with a conscious effort to prevent its allies will become aware. He did not want. He hated every minute of that experience and did not want their pity, or their solidarity. Did not need it. He had always maintained its own hell, for whatever it was. The group therapy sessions left them willingly to those of humans softy. Unceremoniously snatched the sword from the hands of Pam, who responded with a "Hey!" Indignant, but he chose to keep quiet after seeing the menacing expression of the killer.

- No offense, lady, but this is my job. Go to rejoin the human out there, do me a favor - he snarled, brandishing his sword with both hands.
- Van Hoeck, mind how you talk to my daughter. E ' a great fighter, I taught myself - Eric replied, facing the first fairy, in full transformation, which was released by the group and rushed at him, but managed only to be beheaded. The other, crouching in the mass, to growl at their assailants, they seemed to hesitate.
- one on the left is mine - hissed the Netherlands, when he saw Lisbeth.
received in exchange a mocking laugh:
- Think you can get out of here? Our sisters and brothers are coming out there are dozens, will help you to shreds, just like we were doing with you, Black Did you know a interesting taste, I can not wait to riassaggiarti happen ... and, believe me.
- Not in this life - Raistan said, and began to rotate his sword in his hands at a speed unthinkable for any human being, until, with a wild cry, sprang forward and attacked the bunch of creatures, closely followed by Viking, in whose face was given a smile full of expectation and ferocity. Fairies responded with equal fury and rushed en masse against the two vampires, hissing and roaring.

Pam, relegated to a corner of the reserve role, he could not avoid observing admired the elegance of the two companions, until it was forced to intervene by force to remove one of the creatures from the shoulders of the Dutch, knocking him to the ground, and bit his throat and getting a swift look of gratitude. The kinship also allowed her to capture some images from his mind, and then saw it.
Vide and froze in the middle of the room, completely forgetting about what was happening around her. He felt the horror felt by Raistan when the fairy call Lisbeth had forced him to meet that demand, which increased to levels hardly bearable when all the females, in bulk, had dominated by him claiming the same thing for hours, occasionally snatching bits of meat from the ribs and shoulders, laughing at his complaints and his disgust, Sookie also saw through his eyes, surrounded by males, and felt ; the challenge Raistan had launched them into a nightmare for sometime, when he realized that she would not resist any longer and that his cries bore witness to the madness now looming.
- Why not get angry with someone bigger? - The killer had snarled, raising his head to catch their eyes. Males do not say if they were done twice and had directed him to step up quiet, beautiful faces distorted in the transformation.
- You're right, you know. There is enough of you all ... from sated - one of them replied, leaning over him and snappers for the first time in the stomach. It was lifted clutching a piece of meat between his teeth, then, with a nod, had invited the other boys and girls to do the same and was a ferment of limbs, mouths and hair to crowd upon him, clutching his jaw and stared at the peeling ceiling above him, one thought, almost a prayer to himself: not cry ... do not cry ...

- Get out of my head, bitch.

Pam had the sensation of falling, and found himself staring at the face of furious Raistan, who was watching her as if to tear him to pieces at any moment. He winced and dropped her eyes suddenly, something that happened very, very rarely. The room had remained alive only Lisbeth, crouching in the far corner, the others do, male and female, lay on the ground in various stages of dismemberment.
Eric seemed very satisfied with the outcome of the battle, but turned to turn the two friends look puzzled, then dropping his sword and rushed on Sookie, holed up near the wall with a look completely absent in the eye.

- It 's all yours, Dutch. And do not call Pam bitch.
- It 's a nosy unbearable. I do not like. - He said, his eyes alternating between Pam and the fairy.
- So what better learn to shut your mind buggy! - Shouted the vampire, the more shaken than she supposed.
A moment later he found himself stuck on the wall with the tip of the sword pressed under his chin and his eyes staring Raistan of a few inches from his.
- Someone should really teach education, inglesina. A Apparently your maker does not have the balls to do it.

was the last thing she could say, before joining the ground, with Eric's teeth stuck in his throat and the sword pointed at the center of the chest.

- This should not have put it, Dutch! - Roared the Vikings. Raistan tried staccarselo off, roaring back, but soon realized that its forces, while substantial, were not comparable to those of an age-old vampire, in the grade of incazzatura. He dropped his sword and closed his eyes, remaining motionless.

- Eric, no! - Pam screamed, catching and belting in an embrace its creator.
- Why not? It 'an asshole and not even much of a killer.
- Why ...
- Shut up! I do not need your help! - Raistan shouted, unable to move.
- ... has drawn you to himself, to prevent them from eating Sookie. Watch it, Eric.

The Vikings broke away from the neck of Dutch and looked down at his body. He saw the endless series of bites that bombarded the torso and shoulders, and his anger subsided a little. The
roared in his face, just to underline their superiority, but Raistan did not react in any way. He seemed exhausted, and it certainly was.

- The fairy! It 'ran away! - Pam screamed, rousing both of their impasse.
They turned, only to see that the vampire was right. Then, the house seemed to vibrate on its very foundations, through the dirty windows, Eric, and Pam Raistan noticed that many outside monstrous faces crowded at the windows, grinning and slobbering.
- Reinforcements have arrived, I fear - Pam said, then the door imploded in a myriad of pieces and the army of creatures burst inside.

- Fuck - Raistan said.
- Oh, holy Jesus - Pam did. Raistan looked surprised.
- Here! - Eric yelled throwing a couple of jumps in the cats in which Sookie he was curled up and shivering, his hands covering his ears.
At that very moment, in fact, at least thirty of you turned into scaly monsters in the room was sweeping through the small door completely uprooted.


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