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"...I had flown all the way from England to see you," Bubba said, clutching his chest and running to the kitchen. "Mr. Eric and Pam are there for important business with the Queen of Winslow. Out King is running the bar because he fell in love with a patron at the bar."
"Oh, dear," Sookie sighed, and guided Bubba into her vampire secret hidey-hole to hide out during the day. It was made by Bill, her ex-boyfriend, for him to sleep over.

.........

Sookie had an early shift at Merlotte's Bar and Grill, so she took her car there and went in. She was wearing the uniform.

"Heya, Sookie," Sam said happily, and Sookie gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Mornin', Sam," she said, and went to work.

She tried to keep from reading minds. She really did. But she read the mind of a stranger in black (Black hat, black long coat, black boots and black gloves, not to mention black glasses and a gray-black patterned scarf), who was sitting with a fat black man (or woman, she couldn't tell) with long red hair.

I heard Elvis is here, the man in black thought. Sookie could see he was black, too, once he moved the scarf from his face.
Great! Now we know where he is, and we can find him, capture him, and become famous vampire hunters, the man-woman thought with a gleeful smile.
And our waitress just thought about his location, the man in black said, and he and the redheaded man-woman paid for their drinks at the counter and ran outside.

Sookie sped up when she got closer to home. She didn't hit anyone or anything, and made it home with no problem. But she looked to her front door and saw that it was smashed open violently.
"Oh no," she said. "Oh God, Bubba!"

She ran inside. Waiting for her behind the door was the ginger-haired man-woman, whom grabbed her and pushed her to the floor. Sookie got from his/her mind that they had drank vampire blood to keep them strong, and that the blood also let them disguise their minds, which was why Sookie couldn't sense them.
"Well, well," it said, and she could feel the person reaching in her mind. "Sookie Stackhouse, 27, fangbanger, size 8."

The person had terrible breath, like meat and mushrooms, and had a scratchy voice, as if they had been smoking too much.
"Let me go," Sookie roared, and pushed the man-woman off of her.
"Never," the ginger snapped, and slapped her, causing her to double-over in pain. The man-woman threw a punch, but Sookie caught it and twisted her attacker's arm, causing them to gasp and seethe.

"Carmichelle," a voice in Sookie's room had said. It was also low and raspy. "I sense the girl. She appears to have disabled you. I am almost done killing Elvi....er, Bubba."

Sookie started to cry, but looked at the gasping and distracted Carmichelle and punched it in the face. He or she doubled-over in pain, which gave Sookie a head-start towards her room.

Carmichelle grabbed her leg, causing her to trip. In response, she bit his/her/its hand, which caused said person to let go.

Sookie burst into her room to see the man in black holding a burned and scarred Bubba by his collar. He was being burned by the sun's raise through an open window, and Sookie felt like crying.

"LET GO OF MY LOVE," Sookie roared through her tears, and she flew in the air with her foot raised like in some kung-fu movie. She kicked the man in the face, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he grabbed her by the hair, swung her around and throw her on her bed.
"This vamp here will fetch a pretty penny, and make us pretty famous vampire hunters, to boot," the man laughed statistically. "Elvis is out meal-ticket to stardom."
"Elvis," Bubba asked, and he started wailing. He wailed and wailed, and the man slapped him.

"Bubba," Sookie whispered as she struggled to move. The turned to see Carmichelle enter the room.
"Should we take him to the Fire Pit?" Carmichelle asked.
"Not just yet," the man in black said meanly, and he turned to Sookie. "We'll be taking....Bubba with us. You can see us execute him tonight on our web show. In the mean tie, try not to run over any deer."

He laughed, and he and Carmichelle wrapped Bubba in silver chains and put a tarp over him, one Sookie had on her kitchen table. The two hunters carried Bubba away, and she heard the raspy laugh of one of the two.

My love, she thought, and started to cry.

The Fire Pit. She struggled to get up and walk over to Amelia's computer. Amelia had gone back home to see her mom, because it turned out she was a vampire. Sookie assumed she wouldn't mind.

She looked and looked, and finally narrowed the Fire Pit to four locations in Louisiana: One that recently closed down, one being built and one real close to Hooligan's, which was owned by her cousin, Claude. She decided to ring him up.

"Hello, Claude," Sookie asked into the phone.
"Oh, heya, Sookie," Claude said in his usual bored voice.
"Hey, listen, do you know about a place called The Fire Pit in your area?"
Claude paused, sighed, and anxiously said, "Listen, that place is putting my strip club out of business. I was going to go undercover there and find out what makes that club so great. I'll bring my lighter and-"
"Claude, may I come, too?"
"Why," Claude said in a confused tone, "would you want to go?"
"They captured Bubba."
"Hmm, I have no idea who that is, but he sounds sexy. Meet me here."

So Sookie drove to Hooligan's, Claude's strip club. Sam had called her and was watching her house, because the door was broken and Amelia's spell protecting the house didn't effect telepaths.
"The Fire Pit is across the street," Claude told her, and pointed to a red building with fire and little devil-women and men painted all over the large, two-story building. The placed looked like it was on fire, so Sookie half-expected it to burn everything around it down.
"BTW, Sookie, you look kawaii."
"Thanks, Claude," Sookie said with a smile. "I think you're kawaii, too, and I could desu over your shoes."
"Your shoes are kawaii-neko, but your hair is too chibi."
"Thanks, Whatever, b***h."
"b***h, ILU."
Claude gave Sookie a kiss on the cheek (for luck, he said) and they headed into The Fire Pit.

Everything in the club was red: red tables, red carpets (floor or otherwise, wink wink) red wallpaper, red bars, red men (The bartender was Indian-American) and a red stripper pole on red platforms. The man-women with ginger hair was dancing, but he and/or she was wearing a think tundra coat. Around him and/or her was fake red snow.

"May I help you two," an Asian women in a red mini-skirt, red top, red nametag (With "Tocuna Flo" written in fancy black script) a pale face, redlipstick and black hair with red streaks in it said. "Oh, you two look kawaii."
"Thanks, b***h," Claude said in a bored voice, and it was clear Tocuna Flo was in love with him. "Listen, where's the manager of this place?"
"Oh, the kawaii manger is currently here." The woman had no accent, and I read from her mind that she was from Boston, but moved her because she fell in love with the boss.
"Can I talk to him?" Claude was starting to sound annoyed.
"Sure," the woman said because she was in love with Claude and wanted to run away from him. "Just follow Thriller over here. THRILLER!!"

"Tee Hee!" A slender, bony man with long black hair, narrow nose and a pale face appeared. He was a celebrity that died recently, and he was wearing a red flannel suit with a red tie and red suede shoes. "Hello, children, fairy and one of fairy blood.
Claude was a literal fairy, and I had fairy blood because my dad was a quarter fairy.
"I thought you were dead," I said in disbelief.
"Oh yeah," Thriller said in a quiet, falsetto voice. "Remember when my autopser went missing? He was kidnapped by the King of Los Angeles and was told to turn me into a vampire."
'But....It's daylight!"
"Oh yeah, us vampires can live in the sun if we put sunscreen on. No vampire ever tried it until recently, though."
"Oh," I said with an incredulous look. "I guess that makes sense then."
"Thriller," Tocuna Flo turned to him. "Take the sexy one and the non-kwawaii bish to the manager in his office."
"Right away, HEEHEE!" Thriller grabbed his crotch, sang "Beat It," and guided us into a room past the platform-stage.

We were guided into a dark room. Thriller ran out and locked the door with Claude and I still inside. We banged on the door and then the lights came on. There was a mahogany desk behind us, and the man in black was behind it.
"Welcome, Sookie Stackhouse, Claude Harrison," he said in a raspy voice. "Nice of you to join m-"
"Cut the crap and tell us where Bubba is," Sookie snapped, and Claude licked his lips.
"As you know, it is almost 5 o'clock. I will kill him on my webcam show, followed by Oxygeddon and maybe Angel if she doesn't work and pull in a crowd tonight."
"Where is he?!"
"He will pull in at least five million hits tonight..."
"Tell us where my true love is right this instant!"
"And shut down this club and give me your phone number, sweetie, and that girl's," Claude interjected.
"And speaking of hits," the man said with a wry smile.

And then it all went black for Sookie and Claude.

Act II, Chapter 1 (Chapter 7)

Clade, Sookie and Bubba ran up the stairs and though a window, and wound up outside. It was night, so none of them would burn. The vampire deer stopped to munch on a customer and bit off Thriller's finger.

"That was too close," Bubba said. "That deer wants us desu."
"OMG," Sookie gasped. "You are so...kawaii!"
She kissed him, and Claude tore them apart and they ran off. But their love was too strong, and they kissed as Bubba floated with her in his arms.

"We're going to have to alert the fairies," Claude said sadly. "Vampire animals are illegal because they violate nature."
"But how?" Sookie asked, and Claude led them into his club.
"Through the mall," Claude said, and Sookie got from Bubba's mind that they were going to teleport to the mall with ancient fairy technology.

Claude led them in a dark room and locked them in. They took the time to make out until the lights turned on and they saw a large, wide windor above them. The window was tainted purple-violet, and the floor was a steel grid. In the middle of the room was a large metal ball with an antenna with a yellow ball at the end and rings around it on top. Random beams were shooting through it and touching the walls, all attached.

"This is the Fairy-Port," Claude said. He was wearing goggle-gasses, like what you world wear while swimming. "This will teleport you to the mall in Batton Rogue. There, you will meet my partner, Peter Harveston, the witch. He will exorct you to the fairy portal in the duck."
"The duck?" Sookie asked, gripping Bubba's hand. He consoled her.
"Aye," Claude said. "Peter will explain. Because he is a supe and not a vampire, he is allowed to know of it. He will guide you two there, but you two must hold hands while you teleport, because if you don't connect with eachother, one of you might blow away into another dimension. Hold on tight?"

They closed their eyes. Bubba didn't because he was cool and strong like that, and the room filled with light and strange colours, like in a planetarium show -not that Sookie could see. Bubba closed his eyes and put on sunglasses, and they both felt as if the floor disappeared.

Chapter 9

((Author's note: I'm using the laptop, which doesn't have spellcheck. So excuse the spelling mistakes))

"Ha ha!" Peter declared cruely. "I am not actually whom you think I am."
"YOU A+ b*****d!" Bubba shouted, and lunged out at Peter, only to be held back by two vampire guards. Bubba had lost most of his vampire strength when he became human.

Sookie bled.

"You see," Peter started, "I had killed the real correspondant of Claude and replaced him. Because of Sookie's mind-readin abilities, she posed a problem for my master...er, boss."
"Who?" Bubba was straining.
"You cannot find out, and you must not know."
"There must be other factors."
"No, there is no way to revive her." And with that, Peter put his foot on Sookie's stomach and held out the knife, which had somehow gotten bigger and longer. The lights in the mall all went out and the food machines stopped. "YOU MUST DIE!"

Ho descended to sword-knife quickly, but there was a bright flash and he stopped. There, a boy with round glasses, dark hair and a lightning bolt scar was holding his wand and using it to stop the attack.
"Sectrumsempra!" he said, and Peter was flown several feet away, bleeding from a wound on his stomach.

"I smell fairy blood," said one of the vampire security guards holding Bubba. "The girl has fairy blood, about 1/8th or so."
"I can't stand it. What do you say we drink up-" The other guard began to say, the boy shouted a word, and white light hit him and and guard. Bubba was beffudled as the light passed him and hit the guards.

The guards were sceraming in pain and covering their faces. One had fallen to the floor, and the other tripped over him.

"Episkey," the boy said, pointing his wand at Sookie. Her woulnd started to heal and the skin around it turned red, as if she was tanning. The wound healed and she got up woozily.
"What happen?" Sookie asked as Bubba and the boy helped her up.
"Someone set up us with a fake Peter. It turns out the real Peter was murdered and this was a fake put in his place in order to kill you."
"For my telepathy?" Sookie asked. "It's always causing me trouble."

She faced the boy and tried to read his mind. She felt a block of some sort.
"Are you a vampire," she asked, holding her head and wobbling.
"No, I'm Harry Potter," he said. "I'm a wizard, not a witch. Hold on."

He held up his wand, and a dark bubbe encircled them. Everything around Bubba, Sookie and Harry got dark, and they felt the floor go. They were floating in darkness.

"This is the undimension," Harry said, looking away from them. "This is a good place for us to talk."
"So, what is happening?" Sookie asked, holding Bubba's hands.
"The evil one, Voldemort, wants you to join him and help him destroy all muggles and people who are not supes. But don't ever listen to him, because you are still muggle, even if you can read minds. Bubba, is it?"
"Yes, that's me," Bubba said, holding Sookie in his arms.
"Er, yes. I was sent by the Ministry of magic to help you get to the fairy world, because our Seers have told us that the fairies need you to stop Voldemort, and that you must go to the fairy world and tell your Great-Grandfather about the vampire deer before it joins Voldemort and becomes a Horcrux."
"A store told you all this," Bubba asked.
"What's a Horcrux?" Sookie tilted her head in confusion.
"When a wizard murders someone, they can put a piece of their soul in something. He did it before, but we defeated him and destroyed all the Horcruxes. Unfortunately, when I battled him years ago, he escaped by faking his own death, and is trying to make new Horcruxes."
"Wait," Sookie said. "That means Hallow and Mark, the witches from the takeover, could still be alive somewhere."
"Marnie is," Harry said absently. "You think there are just witches, but there are wizards, too. We secretly live beyond Wiccans and witches just like the fairies do. Marnie was a mudblood, that's why she was so powerful. Our divinations teacher told us about her having at least one Horcrux, but she may be wrong."
"I don't want to take that chance," Sookie said anxiously. "Harry, please, if you can, take up to the Duck."
"The Duck?"
"It's the way to the Fairy Ring," Sookie and Bubba said simultaneously.
"Well," Harry sighed. "I don't know where it is, so I guess we better start looking."

He waved his wand, and they felt like they were falling. They were back were they were in the mall, only there was broken glass everywhere.

"Look!" A girl cried.
"It's a flying deer," a woman screamed.
"It's a vampire," a man with a mustache shouted.
"Run for your lives," a thin woman shrieked.

They turned to see the vampire deer descend upon them from the glass ceiling, which had shattered. Next to the deer was a man in dark clothes and a slitted, snake-like nose, red eyes, and no hair.

"Look," Sookie said quietly to Harry. "Harry, is that?"
He gulped. "It is. Voldemort."