Sam was able to confirm for me that he did smell someone unfamiliar when he was at the house earlier. That wasn’t surprising. What was surprising was finding out that the person he smelled was completely human. We barely had time to digest that information before Agent Weiss came inside to introduce herself to Eric and get him caught up on the investigation so far. It didn’t take too long since there wasn’t a whole lot to report.
A rush had been put on the fingerprints that had been taken from the house when the CSI team came through. Eric’s fingerprints were already on file because of the paperwork he had to file after vampires came out of the coffin. It was going to take a while for the DNA hits to come back. I learned that it didn’t happen as quickly in real life as it did on TV where it seemed they were able to extract and analyze blood within an hour or two.
“I can have the blood made first priority at a reputable firm,” Eric told Agent Weiss. “There’s no need for the samples to sit in a backlog that will take months for it to be processed.”
“Mr. Northman, there are procedures—”
“Fuck your procedures, Agent Weiss. My daughter is missing. I don’t give a fuck about your procedures!” Eric barked, and I reached for his arm, even though I felt the exact same way.
To Agent Weiss’ credit, she didn’t back down and cower in front of Eric. That being said my husband wasn’t dicking around, and did what all vampires do when they want to get their way… he glamoured her.
Thanks to a new photo editing website I found, my blog got a makeover. I made myself a snazzy new header that I am absolutely in love with and it just didn’t work with the theme, so I had to change it. Plus, now all of my pages are in alphabetical order. My OCD cannot abide the hot, jumbled mess it was before. I feel much better.
I’ll keep this sort and sweet. You may want your Kleenex again for this chapter. Poor babies.
GET. YOUR. KLEENEX.
The next morning I woke up to a surprisingly quiet house. I was used to Sadie coming into the room Eric and I shared to wake me up when she decided it was time I be up for the day. For some ungodly reason our daughter was an early riser. Given that her father was a vampire, she didn’t exactly keep the same hours as the average child. Then again, she didn’t have to be up early to go to school like most kids. Her tutor didn’t come until around what was lunch time for most people.
I did notice, however, that the older she got, the later she slept. She was also a heavy sleeper, which was a good thing. Once Sadie was out, she was out. I wondered if she got that from Eric because I certainly hadn’t ever been a heavy sleeper and becoming a mother only made me more prone to waking up at odd hours. There had been nights when she was a baby that it seemed like I had gotten up to check on her every hour on the dot, and that was with Eric being awake to handle things himself.
That was one of the hidden blessings of having a nocturnal partner. Eric insisted that I rest at night and give him some time alone with our daughter. He took parenting much more seriously than I ever could have imagined, and even though I probably shouldn’t have been surprised by it, I absolutely was. It also made me love him just a little bit more.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and went downstairs to use the bathroom. I didn’t hear Gran and Sadie talking quietly and when I went to the kitchen I found a note on the counter from Gran. She had taken Sadie to church.
Ah ha. That explained it.
I feel I should warn you now that this story is rated M mostly for language and events that aren’t of a sexual nature. The focus of this story isn’t sex and quite frankly, given the subject matter, it would be rather inappropriate most of the time. That’s not to say there won’t be lemons at some point, but it won’t be a smutacular event. For that, check out Play With Fire.
“Are you going to be a good girl for your mother while I’m away?” Eric asked Sadie as he finished up with his packing for Rhodes. He was leaving the night before us since he hated traveling in the coffins Anubis provided for their passengers.
“Yes,” Sadie answered in her sing-song voice while she played beauty parlor with my hair. “Mommy look to the left, please.”
I turned my head and looked up at Eric, who looked amused by what our daughter was doing to my hair.
The two of them began conversing in Old Norse, leaving me feeling a bit like a third wheel. I was torn between being annoyed by it and being proud of my baby for leaning a second language so quickly. It was important for Eric to talk to her in his language because otherwise Sadie would forget it, and I didn’t want her to forget. Besides, they were entitled to having their secrets. Sadie and I had ours, too.
After a few minutes of speaking in Norse, Sadie pronounced me finished. I got up to go look in the bathroom mirror, as was our custom, and I had to hold back a shriek. Vidal Sassoon my baby was not, but I admired her creativity.
“I never would have thought to put a ponytail there,” I said while touching just above my right temple.
“Have you seen Sadie?” I asked Greta, the head of our household staff.
“She came streaking by here a little while ago, naked as the day she was born, waving around one of her practice swords,” Greta said with a chuckle.
“I’m going to skin Eric,” I shook my head and Greta laughed harder as I walked away from her. “If you see her, please tell her to put her clothes back on and wash up for supper.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Greta said from behind me.
Sadie Adele Northman came into the world at a hefty nine pounds, four ounces on October third six years ago. She immediately had her father wrapped around her finger and it was obvious from the start that she was just as crazy about him. All through my pregnancy Eric had talked to her like she was a person instead of a baby incapable of understanding language. He sang Old Norse lullabies to her when she was a baby, and if she was in a regular first grade class I was sure she’d be the only one able to fluently speak the language of ancient Vikings.
Alright, I can hear you groaning from here. I know, I know, Crossed Out Name hasn’t been updated in a while but I’m stuck on it. So instead I present to you The Lengths. I got the idea last week and I was able to completely outline this story (huge thanks to Wifey because she demanded spoilery bits so it forced me to finish figuring out how to get to the ending). I almost never know how a story is going to end before I even start writing it, but with this one, I knew almost immediately. I’m just starting on chapter six and I probably won’t update every day, but I promise every few days you’ll get a few chapter. I’m not sure how many chapters this will be in total, but I’m guessing less than twenty. We’ll see what the muses do to me, though.
This story plucks bits from canon, but I would say that it definitely doesn’t completely follow it. The bulk of the M rating will probably be for language with a few occasional lemons thrown in where they’re necessary, but this definitely isn’t centered around smut. If I had to classify it, I would say this story is probably hurt/comfort and suspense with a little bit of supernatural thrown in there.
SUMMARY: Thanks to the magic of the cluviel dor, Sookie and Eric are able to conceive a human child. Six years later Eric is away at Rhodes for the summit and Sookie takes their daughter to Gran’s for a visit. While she’s out to lunch with Tara, Sadie is abducted from Gran’s home. Who took Sadie and will Eric and Sookie be able to bring their baby home?
So without further ado, I give you the prologue…