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Showcasing the Best of Welsh Business

Welsh Food and Drink Trade Delegation to Tokyo Aims to Strengthen Export Links

Welsh food and drink producers will aim to strengthen and build ties with prospective partners and investors as they visit Tokyo, Japan this week.

As part of the Welsh Government’s Food and Drink Wales Trade Development Visit to Tokyo from 16-21 June, five food and drink companies from Wales will be given the opportunity to showcase their products to a host of distributors and retail buyers, all looking to secure new business. The Welsh companies taking part include Aber Falls Distillery Ltd, Gower Brewery Company Ltd, Hybu Cig Cymru – Meat Promotion Wales, Purple Moose Brewery Ltd and Welsh Lady Preserves.

The first time that the Welsh Government has taken a food and drink focused Trade Development Visit to Japan. The timing is perfect. Japan are hosting the 2019 Rugby World Cup from 20 September to 2 November, followed by the Olympics in 2020 meaning that there will be great interest in Wales and Welsh food and drink, with importers actively looking for Welsh Products.

The focus on Wales is particularly high given the Welsh Rugby team’s position as number 2 in the world following the Six Nations Grand Slam win. There is growing appetite in Japan to discover more about Wales, It’s also a busy year for Welsh food in Japan. The first ever commercial export of Welsh lamb arrived in Tokyo earlier this month following the beef and lamb import ban being lifted by Prime Minister Abe earlier this year.

The Welsh Government is working with Japanese media outlets as well as department stores and hotels in the host cities for Wales’ World Cup games on events to promote Welsh food and drink during the World Cup.

The aim of the Trade Development Visit is to leverage networking and collaboration opportunities between the producers, Welsh Government and Japan as well as strengthen business, trade and tourism relationships.

Speaking ahead of the visit, the Minister for Environment, Energy and Rural Affairs, Lesley Griffiths, said:

“This trade visit to Tokyo provides a great opportunity for Welsh food and drink producers seeking to build new contacts in overseas markets. With the Rugby World Cup being held in Japan later this year and the Olympics next year, this presents an exciting opportunity for Welsh food and drink exporters to present their products to importers from around the world and put Wales on the map.

“As we prepare to leave the European Union we are determined to support Welsh exporters and give them all the help they need, so they can continue to thrive and boost the Welsh economy.”

During the visit delegates will have an opportunity to take part in bespoke programme of store tours, an in-market briefing networking event, a meeting schedule with retail, food service buyers, distributors and importers and a trade networking reception at the Ambassador’s Residence.

James Wright, Managing Director of Aber Falls Distillery is one delegate attending the Welsh Government’s Trade Development Visit for the first time and is very much looking forward

“When we launched Aber Falls, we knew that export was a vital part of our business plan as the brand’s unrivalled credentials also open up a wide number of potential markets around the world. For this reason, the trip to Tokyo is a fantastic opportunity to promote our products, strengthen relationships and look at opportunities for exporters in the UK.

“Securing new and maintaining current export markets is crucial to our ambition for 2019 and beyond, so we can continue growing Aber Falls’ footprint,”

commented Wright.

Another company embarking on the Trade Development Visit is Welsh Lady Preserves, the largest producer of sweet preserves and savoury condiments in Wales.

Carol Jones of Welsh Lady Preserves sees this trade visit as a perfect opportunity to develop her relationship with the Japanese market further,

“When I read the offer to attend the Food and Drink Trade Development Visit to Tokyo, Japan, I knew immediately that I had to go. Welsh Lady has for many years had a close relationship with Japan and we have some loyal fans over there, in particular of our Remon Curdo!

“The Japanese people show great respect towards Wales. They know Wales, as many Japanese have been students here. They appreciate that we have a language and a colourful culture that is unique; they appreciate that we have a history and traditions, which they value. They also share our passion for rugby!

“By going to Japan I am hopeful that I will be able to promote Wales as a producer of brilliant, quality food. I want to introduce my range of jams, curds and chutneys to a wider market. In Japan, there is a growing interest in food that has provenance; this visit provides an opportunity for buyers and importers in Japan to hear first-hand from Welsh food producers how we do what we do, and through this, be encouraged to place more food from Wales in their stores and restaurants.”

Unlocking new markets brings even greater opportunities for Welsh food and drink businesses to not only showcase the quality produce around the world, but also generate more revenue and increase profits. With Wales’ reputation and provenance, there is a strong platform for further growth that will benefit everyone.

Japan has a population of 127 million, and is one of the wealthiest and more mature consumer markets in the world. Food and beverage is the largest expenditure for Japanese households and the country heavily relies on food imports to satisfy consumer demand. Eating out is extremely popular in Japan.

The Welsh Government’s Trade Development Visit to Tokyo, Japan takes place 16-21 June 2019


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I just got back from the Stadium Series game and I’ll tell you about it

A view from my seat.

I just got back from the Stadium Series game at Levi’s Stadium and I had a pretty good time. I went to last year’s game in LA and that was my measuring stick for this one. It didn’t meet the excitement and standard to the LA one, but there were a few highlights.

First of all, I love outdoor hockey games so this one was nicely set up. The ambiance was pretty unique and the setting of the California terrains and the water with the bridge was really unique and nice to the setting. Aside from the actual game, which made me sad because the Sharks lost, there were some few interesting things about the experience that stood out to me.

They kept encouraging fans to be loud and displayed a decibel meter but it never got loud enough to make any significant difference. That was foolish. After all, Levi’s Stadium is still too new and the identity of the place doesn’t warrant such a gimmick.

I did like that they trotted out old school Sharks players out for introductions along with an orchestra. I liked that the Sharks recognized their history. However, the performing acts were very weak. Kris Allen did a song before the game and I didn’t know who he was. John Fogerty did the first intermission and since I am a CCR fan, that tickled my fancy. Melissa Etheridge did the second intermission and it was terrible. She was not a good choice to hype up a hockey game and her cover of Janis Joplin’s “Piece of My Heart” was not good at all.

I picked up a program, a game puck and two pins at the merchandise stand. The main team store was packed and I just went to a kiosk. They were pretty quick so I just went that route. I also wanted to try some nontraditional foods and ended up getting curry. The chicken tikka masala, considering it was stadium food, was pretty good. I really enjoyed it and had a nice bowl with some naan right before the game started.

Now to the game itself, it was pretty tough to see the puck when it came to a certain part of the ice (as you can see in the picture of where I was seated). I had to look at the video board mostly.

The Sharks had a lot of great opportunities in the second to take the lead but could never put together a consistent offense. They were a little sloppy in the passing department and the Kings got some great opportunities, including the go-ahead goal by Marian Gaborik. The Sharks needed this win and stop the Kings from their recent streak. That didn’t happen. Yet after the game, because the game was promoted as a joint event, fireworks went off. Not a good thing to see from the home crowd. Both teams saluted the fans but it just felt weird seeing that too.

There was one highlight and that was the image of cops arresting some fan for doing something wrong. He was escorted up the steps and people cheered.

Overall, the experience was nice but not comparable to when KISS performed last year. Will I attend another one down the line? Probably not. I have two under my belt now and I don’t know if there are any other teams I would want to watch anyway. Outdoor hockey still excites me and I am sure it was a treat to the fans. It just would have been nicer had the Sharks won. But instead, they continue on their downward spiral.

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What I appreciate about western buddhism is that it continues to grow and transform with each new generation of western buddhists. I like what Thich Nat Hahn says about buddhism – how it basically needs to adapt to the social and psychological structure of the culture it enters. It need not be so regimented as it travels from country to country. Here in this country, as I continue to learn more about western buddhism, I am seeing that feminism has played a strong role in how buddhist practice is manifested. For example, women can be zen priests in this country (and Japan), but only nuns in more traditional buddhist countries. I couldn’t imagine belonging to a religion (here in my own country) where women are limited in their roles. A prefect example of this western belief played itself out at the Zen Center this weekend.

They had the Mountain Seat ceremony, which only happens every few years. The Mountain Seat basically means it is the changing of the guard with the abbot position. My teacher, Paul Haller, stepped down after nine years as the abbot. He has been replaced by Christina Lehnherr, an out lesbian, which I personally appreciate.

While I was sitting in the Buddha Hall yesterday during the Descending portion of the ceremony, I looked around and took in all of the diversity that the Zen Center really does have. I know that it has been criticized in the past for being Japanofiles and not very warm, but the truth is, there is room for everyone there. Sure, anyone who is anyone was in attendance for this auspicious weekend, but the ceremony itself invited great warmth and humor.  This says a lot about Paul’s tenure as abbot. He held strong to the dharma during his tenure, but also welcomed diversity and an old-fashioned appreciation for the simple joy of zazen. Christina, a seasoned practitioner herself, will offer a lot to the Zen Center. Her clarity, focus, and deep appreciation of the dharma will transmit out to the entire community.

I helped in the kitchen all afternoon. It was a bit of a zoo, but all of us “animals” for the most part seemed to enjoy ourselves. Special shout-outs go to Dana Velden, who made a lovely dessert, but more importantly, maintained this sweet calmness during the hustle and bustle of all of the kitchen’s activities. And I heard her apple crisp dessert was the talk of the veining! (I chopped some of those apples!)

A friend of mine recently shared on her Facebook page that she is feeling a bit of a p ersonal crisis around the church she is raising her children in (also, the same church that she was raised in). She has received some very contemplative and compassionate feedback from friends, which has been refreshing to read.  It makes me appreciate what I have in my life these days in my own buddhist practice. For example, my job has been very challenging lately. I almost did not go into the Zen Center to work in the kitchen yesterday because I was not sure I had the mental energy to “chop vegetables” amidst the intense preparations for the Mountain Seat ceremony. But standing there in the kitchen, chopping onions, crying from the chemicals being emitted, I just had this moment of gratitude for being a part of a larger sangha, deeply supported by the 2,500 year old dharma. Then, while hearing everyone share their gratitude toward Paul during the actual ceremony, and hearing him joke about how he felt like he was at his own funeral (he later joked with me that in Ireland people don’t speak nicely about you until after you died),  my heart just filled up. Make no mistake, my heart felt pain again today as I drowned myself in the misery of my self-suffering over my current job situation, but my job is not my sole identity. Thank God!

Religion is a tricky thing. It is personal, it is political. It is simple, it is complex. The permanent impermanence of my life continues to unfold as I grapple with work, chopping onions, and showing up for life.

Today on our hike, my dog caught a scent of something off trail and burrowed her way into a thorny bramble. She actually abandoned her favored pine cone with the hope of finding a treasure at the other end of the new scent. I kept calling her back to the trail, but she was relentless in her search, until all of sudden, it got very quiet. I thought maybe she found a dead animal and was quietly feasting on it, but when I got over there, I saw that she has basically nestled herself into this bramble, and gotten so cozy that she just lay there for a few seconds, perfectly content in her newly discovered nest.  It was the cutest thing. But it also got me thinking that we should all live like that. Letting go of our attachments (her pine cone obsession), be curious to new scents, and appreciate the comfort of novelty in the moment. Within moments, she jumped up, hopped back onto the trail, found her pine cone cone, and continued down her path. (She lost the pine cone moments later, never looking back…)

Or, as Hoitsu (Suzuki Roshi’s son) shared with Paul in the ceremony yesterday, “The thing about climbing down a mountain, is when you get to the bottom, yo will see that there is another mountain waiting for you.” We all laughed at this. Because it’s true.

There will always be mountains.

Christina Lehnherr, Zen Center Abbess

Paul Haller, former abbot

Sadie in her mountain


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Friends of Bute Park

The Friends of Bute Park are passionate about improving the park and keeping it special.

The Friends work closely with the Bute Park team to:

  • carry out conservation,
  • organise litter picks,
  • label trees, and
  • remove invasive plants such as Himalayan Balsam.

To promote the natural and historic features of the park, the friends also organise:

  • walks,
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  • bird watches, and
  • wildlife surveys.

To represent park users, the friends group:

  • provide feedback on new ideas and initiatives,
  • offer advice and a park-user-perspective to the Council, and
  • meet regularly to discuss and support the park maintenance and management plan.

If you want to know more about the group please contact

The Friends also have a noticeboard and letter box in the Secret Garden Café.

The Friends of Bute Park Constitution

The purpose of the friend’s group as stated in their constitution is to:

  • Celebrate the environment, wildlife and history of Bute Park.
  • Protect, conserve and enhance Bute Park as a place of freedom, recreation and safe enjoyment for the long-term benefit of all sections of the community.
  • Promote Bute Park to the local and wider community.
  • Increase, protect and publicise the biodiversity of Bute Park.
  • Work in partnership to these ends with Cardiff County Council, statutory bodies and voluntary groups
  • Inform and seek the views of local people and representative groups so that the park may best serve the local community.
  • Ensure the actions of the Friends work with reference to Cardiff County Council’s Maintenance and Management plan for the Park.
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We sell 100 orally disintegrating tabs of Niravam 2mg. This medicine is a white, round, scored orally disintegrating tab imprinted with “SP 324” and “2”. and is manufactured by Jazz Pharmaceuticals, Inc.. Niravam which is an inexpensive drug used to treat anxiety and panic attacks. This drug is more popular than comparable drugs.

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Returning A Recent Order

BuzzOptics offers a 30-day domestic return policy on all items (excluding disposable supplies and parts) from the date of delivery unless otherwise specified on the individual product page. Please note that your order must be returned in its original existing condition, and may be subject to a 10% restocking fee.

Should you wish to return a recent order, please follow the steps below:

1). Request a return by contacting Buzz Support via phone, chat, email.

2). A Return Ticket Authorization document (RTA), including a prepaid shipping label will be sent to you via the email associated with the order.

3). Pack the instrument in its original packaging and container and paste the prepaid shipping label, along with any other documentation we provide you, on top of the container. If you do not have the original packaging inform a Buzz representative prior to proceeding with packing.

4). Hand the package to a FedEx Ground driver, or bring to a FedEx Pack+Ship Center for transit.

Once your order arrives back to the associated BuzzOptics facility, we will credit the original payment method with the order total amount minus any repair fees and/or restocking fees. Given the complex nature of FDA registered medical devices, your order may be subject to an inbound diagnostic evaluation which may delay your refund up to 21 days from the day of delivery.

An automated email will be sent to the email on file once the refund has been issued.

Credits to your account may take up to 10 calendar days to post-- although vary greatly depending on your financial institution.

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-Use extra care when repackaging your instrument. You are responsible and liable for safe and successful return of your order.

-You have 30 days to return your order-- this starts from the time of first scheduled delivery.

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How to write the introduction of a thesis paper

Just email me at gettenure gmail. This is a critical genre of writing for scholars in the humanities and social sciences. Mastering the paper abstract is one of the most important skills you can acquire while still a graduate student.

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The thesis statement is the sentence that states the main idea of a writing assignment and helps control the ideas within the paper. It is not merely a topic.

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It often reflects an opinion or judgment that a writer has made about a reading or personal experience. Tocqueville believed that the domestic role most women held in America was the role that gave them the most power, an idea that many would hotly dispute today.

What Makes a Strong Thesis Statement? A strong thesis statement gives direction to the paper and limits what you need to write about. It also functions to inform your readers of what you will discuss in the body of the paper.

All paragraphs of the essay should explain, support, or argue with your thesis. A strong thesis statement requires proof; it is not merely a statement of fact. You should support your thesis statement with detailed supporting evidence will interest your readers and motivate them to continue reading the paper.

Sometimes it is useful to mention your supporting points in your thesis. An example of this could be: John Updike's Trust Me is a valuable novel for a college syllabus because it allows the reader to become familiar with his writing and provides themes that are easily connected to other works.

In the body of your paper, you could write a paragraph or two about each supporting idea. If you write a thesis statement like this it will often help you to keep control of your ideas.

Where Does the Thesis Statement Go? A good practice is to put the thesis statement at the end of your introduction so you can use it to lead into the body of your paper. This allows you, as the writer, to lead up to the thesis statement instead of diving directly into the topic.

Remember, a good introduction conceptualizes and anticipates the thesis statement. The topic should be something you know or can learn about. It is difficult to write a thesis statement, let alone a paper, on a topic that you know nothing about.

Based on what you know and the required length of your final paper, limit your topic to a specific area. A broad scope will generally require a longer paper, while a narrow scope will be sufficiently proven by a shorter paper. If you are having trouble beginning your paper or writing your thesis, take a piece of paper and write down everything that comes to mind about your topic.

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The University of Texas-Pan American, a Hispanic serving institution, is in the middle of one of the fastest growing areas in the nation—the southern tip of Texas known as the Rio Grande Valley. UTPA is located in Edinburg, Texas, approximately 10 miles north of the US/Mexico border and 75 miles northwest of South Padre Island. UTPA provides program-specific classes in Rio Grande City, McAllen and South Padre Island in addition to those offered through the online learning center.
Since its inception in 1927, The University of Texas-Pan American has conferred more than 78,000 degrees.

The University of Texas-Pan American Alumni

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Recruitment Coordinator at Recruitment Partners Inc.
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University of Saskatchewan   2012 — 2013
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Victoria, British Columbia, Canada
Art Director at Kellett Communications
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The University of Texas-Pan American   2003 — 2006
BA, Fine Arts, Graphic Design

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Brampton, Ontario, Canada
Program Manger at Magna International

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Sherwood Park, Alberta, Canada
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Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
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Saint-Laurent, Quebec, Canada
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Carseland, Alberta, Canada

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4-star electric   November 2009 - Present
Shannon Management Services corp   January 2006 - November 2009

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Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada
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Thompson Rivers University   2003 — 2007
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Crispy Baked Seasoned Fries

These crispy parched experienced fries are tenderized on the internal and lightly tender on the right. They get a great side to any vegan burger.  Since the tater are scorched, not fried, you can exhaust in a healthier alternative!

Ingredients :
  • 1/8 teaspoon paprika
  • Pink salt to taste
  • 3-4 medium organic russet potatoes
  • 2 teaspoons Italian seasoning
  • 1/4 teaspoon garlic salt
  • Fresh ground black pepper to taste
  • 1-2 tablespoons organic refined coconut oil

Instructions :
  1. Firm organic herb (, chopped)
  2. Ample aquarium of filtered thing
  3. Preheat your oven to 400º.
  4. Cut your potatoes to sculpturer fry situation. As you cut your potatoes add them to a bowl of food. Once the potato are chopped, provide them a impress in the concavity.
  5. Dry your incurvature and spud real wellspring with a speckless, lint-free, kitchen towel.
  6. Add your cut potatoes, oil and seasonings to the containerful and mix comfortably.
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The Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra is welcoming 10 new musicians this 2018/2019 Season. We’ll be introducing them to you with our “Meet the Musician” blog series. Follow along to get to know your CPO!

Alex Klein, Slavko Popovic, and Antoine St-Onge

The Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra (CPO) welcomed three principal musicians to the woodwinds section in the 2018/2019 Season — Slavko Popovic, Principal Clarinet; Antoine St-Onge, Principal Bassoon; and Alex Klein, Principal Oboe. Over the last few months, they’ve been introduced to Calgary audiences through the Meet the Musician series, and now that they’ve all completed their first Season with the CPO, we decided to check back in to hear what stood out to them from the past year.

Slavko Popovic
“I have to say, the highlight for me was the Dvořák Symphony No. 8 week with conductor Eun Sun Kim. We played a great program, and she brought such attention to detail to her music making, as well as infectious musicality! The program was great, but the guest conductor was excellent. She was very pleasant and professional, but at the same time, very direct with us. In a short amount of time, we got a lot of work done.”

Antoine St-Onge
“My favourite moment of the season was the week with Eun Sun Kim, mostly because of the musical focus the whole orchestra had, and the beautiful liberty of great music making when musicians can’t stop smiling because of how amazing it is to create such a unique and delightful sound environment.”

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Eun Sun Kim conducting the Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra in May of 2019.

Alex Klein
“It’s difficult to select one particular favourite concert of this past season. There were too many, in all styles. As I watched the audience response to our season-closing concert, I realized I have never experienced such a send-off in my career, nor even heard of it happening in other groups. This audience loves the Calgary Philharmonic and its conductor Rune Bergmann. They cheered and made me feel like we were hometown rock stars. It then dawned on me what was my most memorable conclusion from this past season. You see, normally an orchestra’s goal is to always be No. 1 or among them, with rivers of funds going into expensive tours in hopes of continually securing superlative reviews from obscure publications to prove its status and so claim more funding. Orchestras normally aim outside their community in order to gain favour from within. The Calgary Philharmonic, however, has a different goal: community. I am surprised and enamoured of how this orchestra and its audience interact, and I applaud the efforts of the musicians, management, and charismatic conductors Rune Bergmann and Karl Hirzer to reach out and serve the community with great music of all styles: opera, ballet, symphonic, rock ’n’ roll, pops, gospel, big-time soloists, young fiddlers, a competition at the U of C. You name it, we play it.

“This diversity defines the CPO. Perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, Calgary is correct, or at least has its priorities straight. Our main goal as orchestra musicians is to serve our community. While it is nice to know that people across the globe admire our work, the truth is that we do not need to go very far to find the objective of our gifts. They are sitting right in front of us, and they love us. That’s where our funding comes from, and they deserve our musical love in return, always. This season was brilliant, and I thank Calgary for the lesson in focus.”

Take a look at whats coming in 2019/2020:

Written by guest contributor Jill Girgulis

Jill Girgulis is a student at the University of Calgary and a regular contributor for as well as When she’s not busy studying for her Doctor of Veterinary Medicine degree, she can most often be found in one of the first three rows of the Jack Singer Concert Hall.


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“In Santa Rosa there’s a beauty of a free-to-all library that you might never have noticed, though it’s been around for 125 years.It’s the sort of library you may not need until you really do, a library of the sort that many may miss dearly should budgetary troubles cause it to go away.“I think people don’t realize we’re here,” director Kim Tucker said from the handsome, harvest-hued interior of the Sonoma County Public Law Library.Long housed on the second floor of the utilitarian block of concrete that is the Hall of Justice, the law library now resides in former Agricultural Commissioner digs a short distance away on the county complex’s Ventura Avenue.”


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Chapter 26: Phase One: Done

“All is quiet,” Thalia reported. “The remains of Victor’s minions have been cleaned up. And I will see to the cleaning up of Jock now,” she added with an evil grin as she effortlessly held up the shop-vac.

The ash already inside of the appliance whished a bit as she shook it.

I nodded. “And Indira? Has she called in with her report?”

“Yes. She continues to watch the house where Bill has gone with the witches,” Thalia indicated. “The fangbanger arrived with your hair slightly before 10:00 P.M. She stayed to,” she paused, “bang Bill. And get fanged.”

“Wait!” Sookie exclaimed. “What fangbanger?”

“She seemed quite welcome to the idea of having sex with Bill,” Thalia said dryly. “I can’t say that I understand that. Though—from what I heard—she was much more attracted to Eric,” Thalia directed toward my bonded. “Enthusiastic even.”

When had Thalia started channeling Pam? And how could I stop it?!

“What?” Sookie demanded.

“Are you upset that she fucked Bill?” Thalia asked with confusion.

Sookie waved her hand as if she were brushing away Thalia’s words—as if they were ridiculous. Then she looked up at me. “She took your hair? Your hair? Where? How?”

I gave a sideways glare to Thalia and then assured my bonded. “Victor used the woman to get a hair sample,” I conveyed. “He wanted to test me to see if I would feed from and fuck her. I did feed,” I said contritely.

Sookie waved away my words just as she’d done Thalia’s.

“The bitch took your hair? Took. Your. Hair?!” she emphasized possessively, looking at my head as if to gauge exactly which strands were gone.

I chuckled. “It’s just a few strands of my hair, min kära. And she didn’t actually take it. I pulled the strands out myself—after I’d made it look as if she and I had . . . .” I paused.

“Fucked?” Thalia asked with a smirk.

“Yes. Precisely,” I said, giving the vampiress another glare. She looked like she was having fun.

Channeling Pam—indeed.

Sookie’s anger ratcheted up.

Uh-oh. Luckily, it didn’t seem focused at me.

“You mean that Victor brought you a woman—specifically—for you to feed from and fuck!”

I knew better than to try to send my bonded calm at that moment. “Yes,” I answered.

She glared at the shop-vac—as if she might open it up and pour out its contents just so that she could stomp on Victor’s ashy remains.

“If he weren’t already dead, I’d wanna kill him for disrespecting our bond! Our marriage!” she said passionately.

I pulled her to my side. “Even if Victor had been capable of seeing how we truly are together, he wouldn’t have understood our bond—or us,” I said quietly. “The donor that he brought played a small part that we needed to be played tonight. That Victor provided that piece for us is all the more satisfying—do you not think?” I soothed. “Remember: the witches did need to be taken a piece of my hair for what is to come.”

Sookie sighed and leaned further into me. “But you had to make the fangbanger think that you’d had sex with her.” She shivered. “And I’m sure that you had to set the scene so that Victor thought so too.” She looked up at me. “That must have been awful for you!”

I smiled down at my chosen mate—not because of the disgust coming from her into our bond, but because she did not doubt for a second that interacting with the donor, Stacy, had been disgusting for me.

“Well—at least you fed since the battle was to be happening soon after,” my bonded said decisively.

“I knew that you would be angry with me if I didn’t,” I said a little playfully. “But she left a bad taste in my mouth,” I pouted.

Sookie rolled her eyes at me and then giggled. “Spoiled boy.”

“Yes,” I agreed, bending down to kiss her.

“Please tell me that Bill will smell you on the woman—that he believed he was getting sloppy seconds,” Thalia intoned flatly, interrupting my kiss with my bonded.

“Gross, Thalia,” Sookie frowned.

The vampiress shrugged. “Only if you are Bill.”

Sookie cringed.

“As I was saying before,” Thalia smirked at me, “Indira reported that your hair was delivered, and the witches have been going through the motions of prepping for the supposed bond-breaking ceremony. It is almost 12:30. If all goes to plan, the witches will conduct the spell then—as they were instructed. Oh—and, according to Indira, Bill was done with the fangbanger less than ten minutes after she arrived! He glamoured her—likely to think that she had been satisfied when she clearly was not—and sent her away in a taxi.”

“Ten minutes?” Mr. Cataliades asked, joining the conversation.

Less than. It seems lacking to you too?” Thalia asked him.

“Indeed.” Mr. Cataliades confirmed. “Even when Eric was faking it with the young donor, he gave the girl twenty minutes of his time.”

“Oh?” Thalia asked.

“Yes. The bar was abuzz with gossip while I was claiming Sookie as my goddaughter,” the demon shared before looking at Sookie. “Do not worry. Most of the vampires thought that she looked like a cheaper version of you.”

“She probably was cheaper—or at least less of a trouble-attracter,” Thalia commented a smirk.

“Enough!” I said with exasperation.

Of course, the two ignored me. Perhaps, they were practicing a comedy routine.

“Still—just ten minutes?” Mr. Cataliades asked.

Less,” Thalia reminded with emphasis.

Maybe they had rehearsed their routine?

“Only 7.5 minutes from the time the fangbanger arrived to the time she left, according to Indira,” Thalia added. “And the hair transfer was included into that time too.”

“Surely that was not part of the sex act!” Mr. Cataliades exclaimed. “That would be kinky indeed!”

“Enough!” Sookie yelled out, putting her hands over her ears. “Seriously! Gross!”

Both supernaturals looked at her indulgently, though they—gratefully—shut their mouths.

“And now?” I asked. “What is Bill doing now?”

Thalia rolled her eyes. “He is getting antsy, according to Indira. He keeps on checking his phone, though he has yet to try to make any calls out on it—not that he could because of the signal scrambler Indira activated at 11:00 P.M.”

I nodded. That had been right before Bubba started his performance—right before we’d attacked Victor and his people. Similarly, Thalia had activated a device in Fangtasia to eliminate the possibility of calls originating from the club during the fight.

In the modern world, I knew that whoever controlled the information, controlled the “game.”

After the fight was over and only my trusted vampires were left in Fangtasia, the device blocking phone signals was turned off, and my people began spreading the “official story.” Gossip could be very useful after all—as long as it was controlled gossip.

And as for the “official story?”

Well—it was just logical enough to be believable and just astounding enough to be doubtable—the perfect combination. Officially the story was to be told—and embellished as followed: 1.) because of fairy blood lacing our Royalty Blended, the vampires in the club had become intoxicated; 2.) having succumbed to the euphoria brought on by the tainted blood and Bubba’s performance, we did not initially recognize that we were being “attacked” by a group of Weres and fairies; 3.) the bartender—the rat-bastard—seemed to have been in collusion with the attacking group; 4.) after a few moments to get ourselves together as we were able, the Area 5 vampires fought back valiantly; 5.) many Louisiana vampires perished, including the Regent, who had been “with” Sookie at the time; 6.) ultimately, “our” side prevailed.

I instructed my people to offer whatever details they liked—as long as they fit the overall narrative and were “rambling” in nature. I encouraged them all to claim to be the hero or heroine of the tale—even if they had done little during the fight. The more invested they were—and the more self-interested—the better. Moreover, the more versions of the story, the better. After all, we had all been “drunk” during the fight.

Plus, I encouraged them to feel free to discuss the “aftermath”—since we had “sobered up” by then because of the battle we had endured. I “encouraged” them to all brag about “battle wounds.” Of course—with vampires, such injuries could neither be proven nor disproven.

As for Bill? I had felt that it was better to make sure that he was kept in the dark until I saw fit; in truth, I did not want to risk him talking to Felipe until later. Honestly, I did not know how much Felipe knew about Victor’s plans or Bill’s involvement in them, but I did know that—if Bill learned that Victor was dead—he might call Felipe immediately and tell him everything. And I did not want to risk Felipe ordering Bill not to go through with the “severing” spell. On the contrary, by the end of the night, I wanted both of them to believe that the spell had been conducted and had worked.

“According to Indira, Bill seems to be counting down the minutes until the witches perform the spell,” Thalia informed, breaking me from my thoughts.

I nodded. “As planned, send Rasul to Bill after the spell is completed. Remind Rasul to give Bill the ‘official’ story, but with the addition that I became incapacitated a little after 12:30 A.M. Once Bill learns that Victor is dead and believes me to be harmed because of the severing spell, his first impulse may be to do something asinine—like searching for Sookie. Make sure that Rasul suggests that Bill inform Felipe in order to seek counsel from the king before doing anything else. And make sure that Indira knows to turn off the scrambler once Rasul arrives.”

Thalia nodded and lifted up the shop vac, shaking it again. “I’ll just finish the cleaning and then discuss matters with Rasul.”

I nodded, motioning toward the basement door. “Jock awaits you,” I said morbidly—for which I got a swat on the arm from Sookie. And for that swat, she got a long kiss.

Gods, how the woman could rile me with a mere touch—albeit an aggressive one!

I let Sookie up for air in time to see Mr. Cataliades opening the door to the basement/dungeon for Thalia so that my temporary second could see to Jock’s remains.

After the battle had started, the bartender had proven himself a “better” coward than a spy, and he had tried to flee and call Felipe. However, Thalia had intercepted him just as his call failed to connect, and then she had ripped off his hands. I’d had “fun” questioning Jock to make sure that I had discovered all of Victor’s minions in my area.

I smiled. Victor may have had his spies, but my spy had been better. Rasul had been an invaluable source of information regarding the Regent, and the information garnered from Jock was even less than Rasul had already given to me.

And I was certain that Jock had given me all the information that he could. There were ashy parts of him all over the dungeon as evidence of my “coercive tactics.”

If only I had been able to have had as much fun with Victor.

“What about Alcide’s people?” Sookie asked me after she had caught her breath from our kiss.

I took a moment to try to understand Sookie’s concern for them before I responded. “The one called Jannalynn was colluding with Sandra Pelt to kill you, so she is currently in the basement awaiting questioning. The other so-called guard was found waiting in his automobile. Completely useless.”

“And?” Sookie asked with challenge.

“And I had Palomino glamour him,” I told my kind-hearted bonded. “That Were will remember seeing Sandra, Jannalynn, and other Weres entering the club with some fairies before he was knocked out.”

“Was he really knocked out?” Sookie asked.

“I made sure that he would not be damaged permanently,” I said enigmatically. In truth, a little “brain damage” might do the inefficient Were some good.

“Thank you,” Sookie told me, even as she took my hand and squeezed it.

“Tomorrow night will be more difficult than tonight,” I said quietly.

“I know,” my bonded answered.

I leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Tonight was only as easy as it was because of your idea to use fairy blood to lace the glasses of Victor and his people.”

“Well, he tried to do it to you and Pam,” Sookie said stubbornly—though a little guiltily. I could tell that she was once again regretting all the killing that had been done that night, but it had to be done. “At least they got to be buzzed so most of them never saw it coming,” she muttered to herself as a kind of consolation.

And Sookie was right. Most of them had not seen their deaths coming.

Except for Victor.

I had made sure that he knew exactly who was the agent of his death!

Me! Eric. Fucking. Northman!

As Bubba had sung, I had watched Victor closely as his eyes had become slightly unfocused. I was gratified that he did have a moment of recognition in the end—despite the Fae blood he’d ingested. In an ideal world, I could have taken my time with him. And I would have thoroughly enjoyed it, too! But—since I’d struck quickly—my loyal subjects had recognized that they needed to do so as well. Though none of them were in on the plan except for Thalia, they had quickly joined in the fray—moments after Thalia had quite literally dropped a box of stakes in the area where most of my subjects stood.

Talk about dropping the symbolical gauntlet!

In thanks to the quality of vampires my area attracted, my people intuited enough to quickly recognize whom we needed to eliminate. I was especially impressed by Maxwell Lee, who had been a loyal subject for many years, and Palomino, who’d moved to Area 5 after Hurricane Katrina had decimated her nest. I had been surprised to see Molly wield a stake with tremendous accuracy. And even Bubba had joined in the fray—initially using his microphone stand as an impaling weapon before grabbing a stake and finishing off his victim.

I smiled a little. Indeed, I had been impressed by how quickly those who were loyal to me acted. It was as if they had been looking for something to happen. Likely, they had been waiting for me to make a move against Victor (whom they called “Prictor” among themselves). After all, it was well-known among them that the Regent had been trying to undermine me at every turn—and there were a limited number of “turns” that a Viking was willing to make before he or she killed.

Speaking of killing—after I had “offed” Victor, I eliminated two of his guards before they could even register that their charge had been attacked. The third guard, who was clearly not as drunk as the other two, tried to attack me from behind, but my bonded—amazing warrior that she was when required—took him out with a stake that had been hidden in her clothing.

All told, the battle had lasted less than a minute, and none of my people had been injured thanks to the fact that Thalia had been extremely precise and accurate in ensuring who received the incapacitating Fae blood.

In fact, the whole battle had been so easy that it had seemed like we were cheating! Part of me hoped that the next night—during which de Castro would be dealt with—would be just as easy. But—then again—the fighter in me longed for a much more challenging and satisfying battle.

I glanced at Mr. Cataliades, who was leaning casually against the hall wall and seemingly content to wait patiently for whatever came “next.”

I envied him a little. As the fight had been occurring in Fangtasia, he and Diantha had joined Rasul outside the club in fighting against Victor’s other two people. That battle had lasted several minutes, according to Rasul. And, clearly, it had been much more stimulating.

I sighed. At least I’d gotten to go “hunting” for Sandra Pelt, whom Thalia and I had caught skulking around with Jannalynn Hopper, whom I knew was dating Sookie’s shifter ex-boss. My temporary second and I had toyed with them for a few minutes before I knocked out Jannalynn and we brought both of the Were bitches to the dungeon. That was when poor Ms. Pelt “scratched” herself on Thalia’s fang—completely accidentally, of course.

While I was silently reviewing the events of the evening up to that point, Sookie kept hold of me, embracing me tightly as a myriad of emotions swept through her. Whereas I was gratified—if somewhat disappointed because of the quickness of the battle—Sookie’s emotions pinged around like a ball in a pinball machine. She felt relief. She felt love for me. She felt disgust. She felt guilt over all the killing. She felt anger. She felt sadness. She felt lust. She felt happy. She felt hungry. And she felt tired.

She was a complicated creature. And I loved her all the more for it.

“I should help you question Sandra and Jannalynn,” Sookie sighed, as she looked up at me.

“You do not have to,” I told her softly.

“I need to—for Sam,” she responded. “I know y’all caught Jannalynn with Sandra, but Sam really likes her, and if there’s any possibility that she’s not as guilty as she looks, I need to find that out,” she added with determination.

“Sookie,” Mr. Cataliades said gently, reminding her that he was still nearby. “Will you entrust me with the task?” he asked with a barely noticeable gesture to his head.

I guess that answered my question about whether or not he was a telepath.

“If you are needed, I will call you,” I said to my bonded softly. “There is no need for you to hear the venom in Sandra Pelt’s addled brain. And I swear to you that—if Merlotte’s girlfriend is redeemable—she will not be harmed in any way. I will glamour her and send her on her way.”

My mate sighed even more deeply than before. “I’m not sure I like the idea of the two of you teaming up and trying to shelter me from things,” she said somewhat accusingly.

“We are not doing that,” Mr. Cataliades returned soothingly. “We are merely offering to complete a task that goes against your nature. If you want, you can participate. No one is stopping you,” he added evenly—almost indifferently.

Given the softening of Sookie’s stubborn look, I knew I was going to be taking notes from the part-demon about how to “handle” my bonded.

Sookie looked back and forth between me and Mr. Cataliades for a moment. “Okay. But call me if you need me?” she asked. “And—if Jannalynn turns out to be bad, I need to be the one to tell Sam,” she added demonstrating that her stubbornness was still there to a certain extent. “And I need to be able to tell him that it was quick.”

“Agreed,” I said as I bent down to place a soft kiss on Sookie’s forehead.

“Thanks,” she smiled up at me. “I needed that kiss.”

“You’ll get more later,” I smiled after giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Meanwhile, there is some food for you in my office,” I told my bonded. “Feel free to partake while Mr. Cataliades and I question the Weres.”

When Sookie looked at me with a question in her eyes, I shrugged. “Mustapha hated Victor too—as you know. And he wanted to join in the fight, but having Weres in the club might have made Victor suspicious. Still—I was able to give Mustapha an essential task.”

“So you had him get me food?” she asked incredulously.

“Sonic,” I clarified. “I know you enjoy that restaurant.”

She chuckled. “Yeah. It’s my favorite fast food.”

“A chili cheese Coney, an order of tater tots, and a cherry vanilla Dr. Pepper await you,” I said.

My bonded shook her head, probably because of the fact that I recalled her favorite order at the eating establishment.

“I have perfect recall,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Yes you do,” she said before rising up on her tip-toes to nip my lips. “But I know that you hate the smell of fast food, especially the tater tots,” she whispered.

“Yes—absolutely,” I agreed. “The oil they are prepared in is likely months old. And I smell no potatoes when you eat them. And it is my understanding that they should be made from that vegetable.” I frowned. “However, you were too nervous to eat dinner before, and I knew you would require sustenance. Comfort food.”

“How do you know that I was too nervous to eat earlier?” she asked with a smirk.

“I know you,” I returned.

She tip-toed her way up to another brief kiss.

“Those tater tots are delicious. You’re just jealous you can’t eat them,” she whispered.

I chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that they are food. I—for one—am not certain.”

She giggled. “Well—a vampire as old as dirt wouldn’t know a good tater tot if it hit him upside the head.”

I cringed dramatically. “Shhh, min kära, do not give potential enemies any ideas about new weapons that could be developed against vampires.” I winked at her.

She giggled a little louder and rewarded me with another peck.

“Mustapha, Maxwell Lee, and Palomino will look after you while we’re busy,” I assured her.

“No violence—okay?” Sookie implored.

I lifted a brow.

“What I mean is no torture—not unless you have to,” she corrected.

I sighed. “Not unless we have to,” I relented.

“And—even Sandra. I know that she . . . .” Sookie stopped for a moment. “I know that you will likely have to kill her because she’d never stop trying to kill me otherwise. But do that one quick too. Okay?”

I sighed. I really, really wanted to torture someone! More than I’d tortured Jock, that is.

“Fine,” I conceded.

“I’ll let you take your bloodlust out on me later—okay?” Sookie said, half-seriously and half-playfully. Clearly, the idea of more deaths that night was preying upon her, but she was trying to accept the necessity of them.

And that made all the difference in the world to me.

“They will be treated better than they deserve,” I promised my bonded.

She nodded. “Okay.”

“I’ll come to you soon,” I said before Mr. Cataliades and I moved toward the basement.

A/N: Hello all. I hoped that you enjoyed the brief recounting of the “brief” battle that involved Victor and his minions. I absolutely hated how the aftermath of the battle was dealt with in the C.H. novels. The violent nature of Eric’s bite was shocking considering what we knew about him in regards to Sookie from earlier books. He had always acted to spare her pain. I think C.H. was trying to sell that he was embittered by the breaking of the bond. I didn’t buy it. And it was yet another reason why I was reticent to read the future stories in the series.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the recount. I had fun imagining Thalia and Mr. C’s conversation.

Please comment if you have the time and inclination.

An extra thanks to Kleannhouse for the eagle eyes and Seph for the character banners–several of which are “new.”

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Indira NWA

rasul NWA

Mr. Cataliades

Palomino NWA

27 thoughts on “Chapter 26: Phase One: Done

  1. Your version was so much more satisfying! With the breaking of the bond, I started to hate the direction the series was going. The Sookie/Eric relationship is the heart of the series and I am glad you are ‘fixing’ it! Thanks for writing such a good story. I am super excited to see what you change next and how the next confrontation goes!

  2. I will never look at my shop-vac quite the same way again, lol! The image of Thalia vacuuming up the remains of their enemies is hilarious! Thank you for the update!!

  3. Nicely done . I didn’t like the way C. H. handled that either. Her Sookie wanted to be put first bur didn’t seem willing to put Eric first. It has to go both ways. I like that Mr. C was involved, too.

  4. Thalia and Mr C had me laughing out loud! A shop vac! Perfect! Can’t wait for Bill and Felipe to get theirs too. Does Sookie know what’s in store for her later? Eric in bloodlust having sex, yes, please!

  5. Nicely done! You are a “palate cleanser” for the stuff we had to swallow from CH regarding this battle and the books that followed. I think she was trying to start to paint Eric as the “bad guy” so she had an excuse for the piss poor way she thrust Sam at us as Sookie’s HEA. Bah…enough of her……
    Great chapter –can’t wait to see how they’ll handle Billy Boy and then the Caped Cocksucker….

  6. So far the aftermath is working for them and hopefully it will continue to do so when Felipe shows up the next night. Beehl is a sad excuse for a vampire in the constant waiting in the wings for something that was never truly his. Sookie should be the one that kills Beehl.
    **Side note** Eric’s bite after the battle that killed Victor was harsh and was done as if Sookie was no better than a whore and Sookie is entitled to feel guilt over killing, whether by her hand or someone else’s. I felt Eric was worried more of his image than anyone or anything else in those moments.

  7. I did not like the way the books went after the killing of Victor and Eric’s bite also. I am so glad that fan fiction authors like you are still trying to make it right. I love the SVM world. So sad that CH left it such a mess.

  8. Another wonderful chapter. I’m glad Sookie is accepting the need for “violence” even if it has to be “quick.”
    Can’t wait to see how they plan on offing Felipe!

  9. Loved the scene between Mr.C and Thalia mocking Bill’s performance – lol -!
    Looking forward to Felipe demise.
    P.S I think nobody liked how CH changed her characters during the last three books – that bite was particularly “evil”….

  10. I never got this far into the books. I think the last one I read was the one with Appius and Alexei. I wasn’t too happy with it, so I just read reviews of the books that came after them. Your versions are 10 x better – I’m sure of it. Thanks for another great chapter. I grinned like the Cheshire Cat when I saw who you casted as Palomino.

  11. Love your use of humor, the dialogues with Thalia and Mr C was so funny, and the idea that Thalia was channeling Pam fit perfectly.
    I agree with your comment about the bite after Victor and crew were taken out. That should have been a huge warning about what CH really thought of Eric. And of course it was a precursor for the awful ending of the series.
    And I don’t know if I have said this before, but I love the cast you have assembled for this story.

  12. Great chapter!! Loving your story so far! I agree with u about CH, I didn’t even read the last few books because the awful reviews. I hate how she went and made Eric a sex slave for Freyda after he thought he exscaped it from Appipus!!! That’s why I love fanfiction so much, cuz there’s great writers like u to fix her issues! I’m writing my 1st one on FF *shameless plug* 😎 but it’s nowhere as good as u but yourwriting and alot of other great fanfiction writers got me to try to write one myself, guess I’m just saying thanks 🙂

  13. That bite never made sense to me either. I loved the interaction between Mr. Cataliades & Thalia! You’re right, Eric could take some tips from him on how to handle Sookie’s conscience. I can’t wait to see what you have planned for de Castro tomorrow 😈

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Chapter 21: Zero Dark Thirty

July 5, 2011  300 hours/ 3:00 a.m.

Eric POV

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions echoed in my mind and shook the ground around me.

They shook me.

I wanted to drop to the ground—to dig myself a hole and disappear into it. But I couldn’t. If I did, what would happen to the men under my command? No! I couldn’t abandon them! I wouldn’t!

“Fall back!” I yelled loudly, even as I looked all around me for Bill. I breathed a sigh of relief that he was right behind me.

“Well, Northman, how the hell are you gonna get us out of this shit storm?”

He was smiling. I had no idea why he was smiling in the middle of hell.

Another series of explosions rattled the building we were leaning against for cover, and debris fell. I pulled Bill so that I was covering him as parts of the building landed around us.

“Fuck!” I yelled as I heard screaming from behind me. It was Rasul. A large part of the building had fallen on him, crushing both his legs. He was trapped. I yelled into my radio. “Evac! Immediate evac! I’ve got people injured here!”

“Sniper!” Bill yelled out as a bullet whizzed past us and hit a piece of the concrete that was trapping Rasul. He moved to go to Rasul.

“No!” I yelled, holding onto Bill—not letting him leave the relative safety of our current position.

“We can’t leave him there!” he insisted.

“Wait!” I shook my head in confusion. “Wait! This isn’t right.”

“War never is, Northman!” Bill yelled.

Why the fuck was he still smiling like a fool!?

“No!” I yelled. “The sniper wasn’t here when Rasul was hurt. He was hurt later in the cave—after you . . . .” I couldn’t finish my sentence—couldn’t tell Bill that he’d been dead for several years by the time Rasul was hurt.

“I’m going to get him!” Bill yelled. I held onto him even tighter.

“No, Bill! It’s all wrong! The sniper shouldn’t be here! There wasn’t a sniper when Rasul was hurt! And it wasn’t in a desert; we were in Afghanistan when it happened!”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Northman? What the fuck are you doing?” Bill asked, his voice now accusatory. Suddenly, he’d reversed our positions and had taken ahold of me; with what seemed to be supernatural strength, he pushed me roughly into the building’s rough concrete wall. “You should have killed the sniper, Northman! You should have protected me! I had a family to go home to! But you didn’t want me to go home—did you? You want them for yourself, you bastard!”

He ripped off his helmet and then mine. And then he punched me—hard.

“Please, Bill,” I begged, spitting out blood, “please put on your helmet.”

“Appius is right! You’re a fucking blight upon the earth! You’re the one who should be dead! But—no! You made sure I would die so that you could take them from me!” Bill yelled.

I shook my head in denial. “No, Bill! I wanted you to go home! I promise I did! I killed the sniper!”

“Too fucking late!” Bill sneered. “Too conveniently late. What? Now you think you can take my life from me? Take what’s rightfully mine? Sookie. Is. Mine!”

“I know! God, I know!” I said, even as Bill looked back at where Rasul was still writhing in agony.

“Please, don’t go out there!” I begged. “Please, don’t let the sniper get a shot at you, and you can go home to them, Bill. Home to Jason and Sookie.”

“Don’t say Sookie’s name as if she’s yours!”

“I won’t,” I panted. “I know she’s not mine! I won’t say her name! Please, Bill. Let me go out there. Let me die so that you can be with your family!”

Bill pushed me harder against the building, causing even more dust to flutter upon us—not that anyone could have told, since we were already covered from head to toe with it.

“You are the one who should have died, Northman! No one would have fucking missed you! Least of all me!” he said, releasing me a bit, just so that he could push me, once more, against the cold, hard wall.

And then he really did let me go—fully.

“No, Bill!” I yelled as he moved out of the cover and ran toward Rasul. “No!” I yelled again, running after him.

In the next moment, the sniper fired, and Bill’s body twisted around. There was another shot—another twist. I finally got to him as a third and a fourth shot burst through him. I threw my body on top of his—to protect him.

He was laughing below me.

“Too fucking late, Northman! Always too fucking late!” He turned and then looked up at me. Half of his face was gone, but he was still smiling. “You should have died, not me. Even now—now that you think Jason and Sookie count on you—you’re just a second-rate stand-in for the people they really love! Me! And even Herveaux! We could have both given Sookie and Jason something you’ll never be capable of giving to anyone—love! You know why? It’s because you can’t love, and you can’t be loved either! Appius was right! You. Are. Expendable! And if you disappeared from the world, it wouldn’t fucking matter!”

I tried to ignore his words as I got my radio to work. “Goddamn it! We need that evac now! We are in the southeast corner of Zone 3 Delta! We need medics and evac now! Where is my fucking Helo!?”

Bill laughed again. “You can’t save me, Northman. You were always a failure. Appius has told me all about you. And he is right—right that no one should count on your sorry ass for anything. Look. At. Me! I don’t have a fucking face anymore! Sookie won’t even be able to see me before she puts me into the ground! And that’s your fucking fault!”

“No!” I yelled out. “Don’t talk, Bill. Help is coming.” I looked around desperately for anyone who was coming, but the only person I saw was Rasul—now unconscious.

“You should have just left him to die—like you did me,” Bill said cruelly, following my eyes to Rasul. “He shouldn’t have to be half a man. You should have let him die in that cave, but you just had to be a hero—not that that did anything for him!”

I shook my head. “No! Rasul’s fine now!”

Bill scoffed. “He’s a fucking amputee! Just another reject of war!”

“No! He’s helping Jason to cope! He’s a good man, who’s found a lot to live for! He’s got a fiancé now and a baby on the way!”

Bill was laughing again, his face grotesque with gore and blood. I realized that I was trying to hold that face together—trying to cover his gaping wounds with my hands.

“You mean to tell me that, even with his leg gone, Rasul was able to find love before you, Northman?” He cackled. “That fucking figures! I mean—who would fucking love you? I pretended to like you—only pretended—because it was fucking hilarious to find out what a fucking misfit you are! But what use have you been to me? I’ll fucking tell you! None! You killed me! You did this to me!”

“No! No!” I yelled, even as the ground shook again.

“Captain Northman!” a voice yelled out.

I shook my head. I wasn’t a Captain; I was only a Sergeant.

“Help him! Help him!” I yelled. Wrong about my rank or not, I felt instinctively that the voice could help.

“Captain! Wake up!” the voice yelled again.

I felt arms trying to pull my hands from Bill’s wounds. “No! He’ll die! He’ll die! I can’t stop it! I can’t! I can’t!”

“Eric!” the voice said, suddenly recognizable.

It dawned on me suddenly that I must be dreaming, but that didn’t mean that I could get out of the nightmare. It didn’t mean that Bill wasn’t still smiling.

“You don’t deserve her,” he said coldly, despite his now widening smile. “Nothing you ever do could change that.”

“I know!” I yelled at him. “Just don’t die. I’ll get you back to her! Just stay! Stay with me!”

“Eric! Please!” Sookie’s voice yelled out; she sounded desperate.

I had to make sure she was okay.

“You stay away from Sookie and Jase!” Bill yelled. “They aren’t yours!”

“Please! Please!” I panted, somewhere between sleep and waking.

“Please, Eric. Wake up! I’m scared!” Sookie pled.

She was scared? I had to get to her—Bill be damned! I stopped trying to hold him together and concentrated with all my might to focus on her voice and her touch. Finally, I was able to open my eyes.

And she was there.

It struck me immediately what an odd twist of fate our situation was. Months before, I’d been the one waking her up from a nightmare. Now she was returning the favor.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice shaking, even as I catalogued the concern in her eyes.

She likely had every right to be worried. I was panting. Sweating. Twisted in my sheet. Crying. My voice was hoarse.

“Oh, God! Did Jason hear?” I asked her, even as I registered that she still had my hand in her own.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“Was I loud?”

“Yeah,” she said even more quietly.

“Can you see? Make sure he’s okay?” I asked desperately. “I don’t want him to be afraid.”

I noticed her swiping some tears from her own beautiful eyes. “I’ll make sure,” she promised as she got up to leave my room.

I quickly grabbed the T-shirt I’d discarded when I’d gotten into bed and put it on. Then, I got up—despite my shaking legs—and hurried to my old bathroom, taking a drink out of the faucet before splashing my face and using one of the fresh towels Sookie must have put into place for me. After taking another drink, I went back into my bedroom and hastily worked to straighten the sheets. My flailing had toppled over the lamp; thankfully it hadn’t broken. I reset it and picked up the book that had fallen onto the floor from the nightstand.

Wuthering Heights,” Sookie said as she returned into the room.

I nodded as I placed the book next to the lamp.

“Is he okay? Jason?” I asked.

“Yes. He’s asleep.”

I nodded in acknowledgment.

“We never finished it—the book. Is that the copy from the hospital?” she asked, her voice sounding almost preternatural.

I nodded again.

“Can I sit?” she asked.

Again, I nodded. She tentatively sat down on the end of the full-sized bed I’d gotten for my room at the farmhouse. She’d agreed to keep it when I moved out because my base residence already had a bed I could use, and Jason’s room there was only big enough for a twin-sized bed.

I sat too, keeping my distance from her.

“Was it bad?” she asked. “The dream?”

I nodded. “The fireworks likely brought it on,” I responded softly. “The ones set off here weren’t bad, but the ones in the town’s show,” I looked down and then toward the wall, “well—they were loud.”

“I should have thought about that,” she sighed.

“Ma’am, you shouldn’t have to think of things like that,” I soothed.

“Why do you still call me Ma’am?” she asked.

“Because you still call me Captain,” I responded honestly—gently. “I was following your lead.”

She sighed. “I think you do that a lot.”

I didn’t answer; I didn’t need to.

“Why did you keep the book?” she asked.

I looked from the wall to the book, avoiding her gaze as I did so. “We never finished it, and—then—the day you left the hospital, you’d forgotten one of your work files, so I went back to your room to get it. The book was there next to the bed. I don’t know why I took it. Why I keep it with me.”

“Don’t you?” she challenged me.

“I do know,” I responded truthfully.

“Will you tell me why?”

“Having it made me feel close to you. It helped me remember the nights when I held your hand and read to you.” I continued to look at the book. “I’d never felt closer to another human being than I felt to you on those nights.”

“Oh, Eric,” she sighed. I caught a movement from her, and my eyes shifted to her hands, which were held together, twisting and turning—wringing—in her lap.

I closed my eyes tightly. “I like it when you call me that,” I confessed. “I’ve called you Sookie in my head for so many months.”

“Why don’t you say it out loud?” she probed quietly.

I shook my head. “If I say it, I’ll have failed.”

“Failed?” she asked.

“Yes. I promised you—and myself—that I’d keep my distance after we kissed that night. I reconciled myself to fill only the role I currently enjoy in your and Jason’s lives. I vowed I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that role. And,” I paused, “I didn’t want to betray Bill’s trust in me.”

“Bill’s trust?” she asked.

“He wanted me to make sure Jason was okay. And you. He would have never wanted me to do anything untoward, Ma’am.”

“Eric,” she whispered. “Will you call me Sookie? Please?”

Her voice seemed desperate—wild.

Indeed, in that moment, her whole being seemed wild. And between us on the bed seemed to be a dam—and she a rushing river being held back by it.

Or maybe I was the river.

I shook my head. “I can’t, Ma’am. Not without . . . ,” I began as I looked up and into her eyes. My breath caught.

“Not without what, Eric?” she asked.

I shook my head again.

“Not without what?” she repeated insistently.

Her eyes seemed to see into my very soul. No—they seemed to be finding it. And I could not stop myself from speaking.

“Not without telling you that I love you,” I answered her in a whisper. “Not without telling you that—ever since the first time I saw you in the hospital—I thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Not without telling you that touching your hand has been the most,” I paused, “intimate thing I’ve ever done.” I laughed at myself judgmentally.

“Oh, Eric,” she sighed.

“Don’t pity me, Ma’am,” I said quickly. “I don’t exactly inspire much warmth from people.”

“You’re a good man, Eric,” she said with surety.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” I responded rather stiffly.

“Call me Sookie.”

Our eyes still locked together, I felt my head shake; no—I felt my whole body shaking.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want you to, Eric. I need you to.” She paused. “I thought I could fight it, but I can’t. I love you, too.”

The dam broke with my resolve.

“Sookie,” I whispered, my voice strained with passion and emotion, as I moved across the bed to take her into my arms. “Sookie,” I repeated. We were kissing in the next second.

Her lips felt perfect against mine—soft, yielding, and warm. I felt her tongue seeking out mine, and I was quick to let her find it. And then our lips and mouths danced—as if we’d been kissing each other for decades.

For a millennium.

Her small hands trailed down my chest to the bottom of my shirt, and she pulled at it—pulled upward. I helped her take it off of me, our lips separating for only a split second as the fabric passed between them.

And then we were kissing again, and her hands seemed to be all over my upper body. I’d imagined that her touch would be like, but my imagination had let me down. In actuality, her hands were questing and purposeful—as if she could truly know me only through touch. I didn’t know if that was true or not; all I knew was that her fingers left behind a trail of gooseflesh. She moaned into me and then broke our kiss, moving her mouth to my chin and then my neck.

“Touch me, Eric. Touch me more,” she whispered. I realized, then, that my own hands had been cupping her cheeks, except for their brief task of removing my shirt. I moved them to her shoulders and down her arms before they landed near her hips. I squeezed there a little, and then trailed them up her back.

Her skin was hot, through the light cotton of her gown.

Not to be outdone by her lips, my own found hers again—before kissing her breathless and then trekking toward her ear and down to the nape of her neck.

“Eric,” she sighed as my hands made their way forward until I was cupping her breasts. I found myself marveling at how perfect they felt in my hands, even as I thanked God that Sookie didn’t wear a bra to bed.

With a grunt, she moved her own hands to lift up on her light cotton nightgown, and within a second, it had joined my shirt somewhere on the floor.

For a moment, our mouths pulled away from each other and we looked where we’d been touching. Her breasts truly were magnificent—large enough so that the dip between them was an enticing valley of heaven, but not so large that they drooped or seemed uncomfortable to her. My eyes trailed downwards. I smiled slightly when I saw just the tiniest of stretch marks over her flat tummy. Those marks had been made when Jason was inside of her.

I looked back up and into her eyes. Her own were focused on my upper right chest. Her hands shook as she raised her fingers to trace the scars there.

“Shrapnel,” I whispered.

“Did it hurt?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Not until later.”

She looked up at me, her eyes sad. I knew that she was wavering, weighing the pros and the cons of doing what we were doing. I knew that I ought to stop us—to tell her that she was better off not getting involved with me, to admit that I had little to give her. But I said nothing. I respected her enough to give her a moment to make her own choice. And I was just selfish enough not to push her away.

After all, I was looking at everything I’d always wanted, and—suddenly—I knew that I could make her happy. Her and Jason. As unworthy as I might be, as emotionally stifled as I was sometimes. As strong as my nightmares might be—it didn’t matter. I could be worthy for her. I could show her anything she wanted to see in me.

Only her. Only Sookie.

If she chose me.

She bit her lip, and—for a moment—she moved away a little. I felt my heart drop, but I stayed still, waiting—as her fingers continued to trace the only physical scars I’d gotten during my long years as a Marine. I’d been lucky in that way.

Would I be lucky in the way that mattered most?

A/N: Well? I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry for being a bit late getting it to you. It’s been crazy busy on my end. Anyway, I was ultimately happy with this chapter. I wanted to echo the earlier scene with Sookie’s dream. Of course, these two needed a push to get together. I knew that seeing Eric in distress would do it for Sookie. Finally, they’re admitting their feelings aloud. Will Sookie let Eric’s scars and her fears of what they represent take her over again? You’ll see in the next chapter.

Please leave me a comment if you have the time/inclination.

17 thoughts on “Chapter 21: Zero Dark Thirty

  1. This chapter was amazing! This whole story is amazing! I always look forward to every chapter that you post, thank you for being so amazing.

  2. Great chapter and I agree, there is no way Eric’s pain wouldn’t call out to Sookie. I just hope she makes the right decision and they decide to help each other. His dream is so sad. Thanks for writing and Happy Mother’s Day!

  3. Wow that was an unexpected surprise! I didn’t expect that to happen in this chapter but I’m so happy it did. I hope Sookie doesn’t push Eric away or vice versa. The both of them could use some happiness in their lives for a change.
    Thanks for the update!

  4. PTSD, many forget that fireworks can trigger an episode. We want to celebrate as loudly as possible which can be detrimental to the good mental health of our returned heroes. Impressed with how you got them to declare their feelings to the other.

  5. Great chapter; finally, they are giving in to their feelings. Thank you, this chapter came in time to help me get over how horrible Game of Thrones was tonight.

  6. Eric is carrying an overwhelming amount of guilt. Maybe now that he and Sookie have both verbalized their feelings something good can come of this. They both deserve some happiness.

  7. I’m happy he stayed over. I had a feeling something might happen with the fireworks. So this is really happening, Eric still isn’t in a dream. I like that Sookie pushed Eric to talk and open up and she opened up to him. It’s time for this to happen now.

  8. Gah…that was very unexpected! Completely awesome. I hope they both take the leap with no regret.

  9. The guilt Eric is carrying is overwhelming. I’m glad Sookie was there to help him out of the dream and that it seems Jase slept through it. As horrible as the dream was, it was what was needed to help bring them together. I hope that neither Sookie or Eric pull away and there are no regrets in the morning.

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1 inherited 2 profits 3 income 4 loss 5 withdraw 6 bank account 7 debts 8 raise 9 pay back 10 owed 11 fee/fees 12 donated

Exercise 2

1 hopeless 2 careful 3 forgetful 4 motionless 5 helpless 6 stressful 7 endless 8 peaceful 9 pointless 10 grateful

Exercise 3

1 won’t exist 2 weren’t 3 decided 4 ’re/are 5 ’ll/will find 6 would my father do 7 do 8 act

Exercise 4

1 ’d/had been 2 might have been 3 could’ve/could have continued 4 hadn’t invented 5 ’d/had known 6 would’ve/would have done 7 could’ve/could have helped 8 ’d/had asked 9 may have happened 10 had been 11 have done 12 ’d/had been

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Exercise 2

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Taylor regrets that she joined in when kids who were different got bullied. She regrets that she didn’t know that the most important thing is to be true to yourself. Jasper regrets that he didn’t share his problems with other people and wasted time feeling worried about lots of things. Xavier regrets that he behaved badly in class and didn’t show his teachers more respect. Anna regrets that she didn’t learn how to save money or make a budget when she was a teenager. She regrets that her parents went without things in order to give her everything she wanted. Now she regrets that she doesn’t know more about planning her finances.

Exercise 3

1 sometimes 2 pointless 3 wants 4 full 5 high enough 6 difficult

Exercise 4b

 Facts: Between 20 and 30% of teens in the USA have a period of depression before they become adults. Teens today know less about money management than teens five years ago.

The most important thing is to be true to yourself. If your friends are real friends, they won’t care if you’re different. Sometimes when you’re a teen, you feel as if you’re all alone. Life is so much easier if you share your problems. You only get one life – so live it. Teachers push them [kids] to do their best. It’s my job is a very challenging one.

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Suggested answers: A real friend never says negative things about you to other people. A frenemy is nice to your face but talks about you behind your back. A real friend keeps your secrets. A frenemy passes information on to other people. A real friend is happy for you when you do well, look good, etc. A frenemy is always in competition with you and only happy when they are better than you.

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1 friendships weren’t so difficult 2 didn’t expect friendships to be perfect 3 didn’t get so angry at little things 4 wasn’t annoying at times 5 didn’t get impatient with me 6 knew how important they are to me

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1 hadn’t shouted 2 hadn’t moved 3 hadn’t wasted 4 hadn’t become 5 had told 6 had spoken

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The RFU 620 works within the range of 860 MHz to 960 MHz (Photo: Sick)

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