by Bill Compton Sun Jul 31, 2016 12:37 pm
The phone continued to ring and eventually when someone answered, Bill expected the voice on the other end of the phone to belong to the Sheriff of Area 5; Eric Northman. But the stuttering high pitched shrill that echoed back did not belong to him nor his progeny Pam. "Ginger, where is Eric Northman?" he demanded and leaned forward on his desk, selecting a black pen from the pot and tapping the point on a pad of blank paper.
"Very well, he is excused. But do remind him that I am King of Louisiana and that if he is not present three nights from now. He shall face the consequences." And he ended the call with a click of a button. He had various human tax forms to fax out to the human authorities, those to the Vampire authority along with their requested annual reserves. Which was something that Bill did not enjoy doing.
Sitting back into his chair, staring at the ceiling. It did have it perks being King, but it also came with it's downsides. He now had to show authority over those in his domain whilst gaining their respect. Miss Sookie Stackhouse had made her point in staying well clear of the area and that was hard for him to accept in the beginning but it had been months since he had laid eyes on her. He could barely feel her now, traces of his blood had left her system and would eventually disappear altogether which was probably best for them both.
When he heard someone knocking on the door, he instructed them inside and saw two of his head security guards; Ralph and Johnson. "Anything new to report?"
'Just the usual your majesty, protesters on the far side of the land. We have station more guards at every potential entry to the property and have the new highly advanced security camera's set up just as you asked."
Nodding, "Excellent, that will be all. Oh and Johnson? I want more guards added, seems that I have displeased some rather unpleasant companions and wish this land to be well guarded."
Johnson nodded. "Of course your majesty." Dismissing them both, he rubbed his face and relaxed into his chair.
Hearing a softer, sweeter tone he looked up to see Miss Griffen enter his office and question him about his meetings that were scheduled for tonight. "No" and he stood from his desk chair. "Inform my guests that I must temporarily step away and to reschedule for another evening. Perhaps next Monday would be best."
Thinking about her next question, he eyed her neck and quickly brushed that thought away. "And a donor, someone brunette."