Disclaimer: I don’t own True Blood or the Southern Vampire Mysteries. Those rights to belong to Charlaine Harris, Alan Ball and HBO. I am in no way affiliated with them, no profit is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: I do, however, own my OC’s and their shenanigans (plus I simply like to play with the Viking!). Enjoy!
“Oh, a road trip! I was so hoping that Octavia would send us! I’m so excited! This is gonna be so much fun! You’ll see! I haven’t met him yet, but Octavia thinks very highly of Godric. I can’t wait to get there!” Maggie had continued speaking the entire way up the stairs to her apartment and had not stopped while we gathered and packed our things, or in my case re-packed what I’d taken out of my suitcase.
“Maggie, we’re going to Texas. It’s going to take the rest of the day. I know we won’t even get there before nightfall. Try to chill out a little,” I sighed.
There were two things for which I was praying. First, that we would be checking into a hotel and getting some rest before going to see Godric in the morning and second, that Maggie wasn’t going to ask me a thousand questions about Eric before we arrived. It was a long drive and the chances were slim that either of my prayers would be answered. She didn’t know much of anything about Godric, so there was hardly any point in me asking her about him, leaving the subject of Eric wide open.
The thought of practically racing the sun just so I could be asleep before Eric rose for the night didn’t appeal to me at all, but Shreveport, where I could only assume he was, was a far enough distance from Dallas so I wasn’t too concerned. After all, it had been past midnight when I finally went to bed the night before. Then again, for all I knew, he might be on the other side of the world at the moment and he had risen already! However, the thought of letting Maggie drive and taking a nap was out of the question. The last thing I needed was to have a dream about him with her in the car! There would definitely be questions if that happened.
Maggie rinsed and refilled our coffee cups before we locked the apartment and left for Octavia’s. As always, the door opened on its own announcing our arrival and we stepped in where she was waiting in her chair. She seemed calmer than she had earlier and I took that as a good sign.
“Are you ready, ladies?”
“Oh, yes!” Maggie burst out. In fact, she was bursting at the seams to get on the road in general.
“As much as I can be, I guess,” I said.
Octavia stood and approached me. She took my hands and met my eyes with a serious look.
“I will continue to learn everything I can, but I think you will find that Godric has much more information than I can provide, even after studying the history of the Sirens, the true history, that is, if I can find it.”
She gave my hands a gentle squeeze before stepping away and going to her kitchen, which was like Maggie’s, only separated by a counter from the living room.
“Octavia, you haven’t told me much about Godric. What is he? Will I be able to know when I see him tomorrow morning? Does he look different? I mean does he look, you know, as if he’s not quite human? Will he tell me if I ask or will that be insulting?” I have so much to learn about Supernatural etiquette!
She had her back to me in the kitchen, and I heard her when she started laughing.
“Oh, child, you won’t be seeing him in the morning,” she called over her shoulder, still snickering.
“If we’re not meeting him tomorrow, then why are we in such a rush? What plans did you make?”
“You will see him tomorrow, even tonight if possible, but he is a vampire, so you won’t be meeting with him in the morning. I assumed Amelia had told you.”
“Well, she didn’t. In fact, I’ve hardly been able to get a word in. She’s a little too excited as you can see,” We both glanced over at Maggie who was checking and rechecking items in her purse and suitcase with a grin fixed on her face. Joy radiated from her, and she was humming the song from the walkway, “Maybe you think it should have been obvious, but you pretty much refused to give away anything on the matter before.”
“I apologize. I should not have assumed. I know you are new to this world,” she explained, re-entering the living room.
“No problem, but just…you know…try to remember next time. I mean, you said he was young, and Maggie said he was old. I thought maybe he was something I hadn’t come across yet. I think it’s been pretty obvious that I don’t know what else out there might be fact or fiction. Honestly, I have no clue what’s going on or what I might be walking into. Your whispered comment about spies put me a little on edge, too.”
“Don’t worry yourself about that,” she said, waving it off, “We were not overheard, and you will have no difficulty getting to Dallas. I have contacted his nest and left word that Amelia will be arriving tonight and petitioning for an audience with him at my request. I’m not entirely sure that you will be able to see him tonight, and I thought it best not to mention you specifically. Amelia will go alone for the initial appointment. No one knows anything about you, and certainly no one believes Sirens still exist. I’m uncertain of what the reaction to you might be. I believe it would best, if he is inclined, to meet with him outside the nest.”
“The nest? Um, OK. You know, you being so concerned isn’t putting me at ease? Do you think it will go unfavorably if someone finds out I’m a Siren? What if Godric flips out or something?”
“I can’t honestly speak regarding his nest mates or any other Supernaturals for that matter, but I don’t believe that Godric will be anything but accepting, and I’ve never witnessed him ‘flipping out.’ As I said, he has depths of knowledge that I do not possess.”
“How do you know?”
“I met him when I was a young witch, though we haven’t spoken in quite some time. Let’s just say he requested my services on more than one occasion, but that is all I can tell you. Anything more is his business. However, to the best of my knowledge, he once lived near the islands of the Sirens in Italy, and even if I’m mistaken in that area, he was most certainly alive during their time.”
“Shit! Really? How old is he?”
“He is roughly two-thousand-years-old,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Wow! So, he could have even known them? Maybe he knows if there are still more and where they are!” I exclaimed, both fearful and excited over the enormity of my statement.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, child. I don’t know all the answers, which is why I believe you must speak with him and why I believe him to be a more informed resource than Edgington or even your vam…, the others with whom you are already acquainted,” she caught herself before actually saying his name or really even having directly referenced him. She was clearly showing me respect after having witnessed my previous reaction. “You may feel free to return here to tell me what you’ve learned at any time if you would like. I would love to learn more firsthand than I could through books that would tell me about the Sirens,” she added.
“So, what’s the plan?” asked Maggie, apparently getting antsy and a bit jaded after being excluded from the conversation.
“Arrangements have been made for you to stay at the Silent Shores Hotel. It is vampire friendly and I thought perhaps he would be more comfortable and willing to meet you there. You will have separate rooms on one of the upper floors,” At my look of apprehension, she quickly reassured me, “Don’t worry about the expense. I have been around a long time and have many connections and friends, some of whom owe me favors.” She winked at me, and then directed her attention to Maggie. “Also, be certain to introduce yourself as Amelia once you arrive at the nest. I’m not certain he knows much, if anything, about you, but I mentioned that my apprentice, Amelia Broadway, would be arriving. There shouldn’t be any questions if he has communicated to them that you are there per my request. Though it has been quite some time since we have spoken, he knows I would never contact him unless it was something of extreme importance. It is the same for him, as he would never approach me randomly. There is a true friendship between us and as I said, there is deep trust as well.”
“What do you mean it’s ‘vampire friendly’? I thought no one knew about them?” I asked.
“While that is true, it doesn’t mean they aren’t in public. Silent Shores is run by Supernaturals, both Were and vampire, and it’s likely there are other creatures you have yet to encounter as well. The rooms in the hotel are designed specifically for the needs of vampires. I believe their secret will soon be revealed, and that they have been making preparations for that very thing for quite some time. I don’t know when it will be, but they are readying themselves nevertheless. I would not find it surprising if the television program you spoke of was only one way of beginning to get humans acclimatized to the very possibility of the vampire existence. Of course, that’s just my own speculation. I am well aware that vampires are quite popular in today’s culture. Also, child, another crucial fact that you must know regarding the powers you carry, there will be situations where it won’t be unlikely that you will encounter jealousy, both for your gift and for what you are in general. I can tell you, that no matter which legend was told, it was always believed that wives and lovers, specifically females, felt threatened by the allure of the Sirens when it involved their men.”
“Great, that’s just great, one more thing to worry about! I never noticed that at home, well, except for a Werewolf who was jealous of the attention I got from someone else, but I don’t believe it was because he was interested in the other person. Apparently, he had a thing for me!” I laughed.
“I’m not telling you to trouble you, but I felt it best to mention, nonetheless, and don’t be so sure you did not encounter jealousy before, even though it may not have been evident to you.”
Her comment immediately made me think of Pam. Fortunately, we had parted on good terms. Maybe that was part of the reason she had disliked me so much in the beginning after we met? I guess I’ll never know since she’s not allowed to speak to me now.
“OK. I guess we should get on the road. We have a long trip ahead of us. Thanks for everything, Octavia. I’ll try to come back or at least contact you when I have some answers, if I can. I’m not sure when that will be,” I said as I hugged her. I was pleasantly surprised when she returned the embrace.
“One more thing before you go,” she said.
“More?” I asked.
“Just this,” she said, handing me what looked like an old fashioned moonshine jug, complete with three X’s on the side.
“Is this what I think it is?” I laughed, accepting her gift.
“I promised you a gallon. Now, to anyone else, that looks like a plain thermos, but I thought you would enjoy the look of the real thing. Don’t worry, it will refill itself if you happen to need it,” she winked.
“This is awesome! Thanks again, Octavia,” I said, laughing harder at her mischief.
“You’re welcome, child. Safe travels to you both.”
It was still early afternoon when we set off on our journey. I was behind the wheel, though truthfully, I couldn’t wait to have a few sips of what I would now be calling my ‘moonshine.’ It crossed my mind that perhaps allowing Maggie to drive the last leg of our trip might not be such a bad thing. Suddenly, Maggie turned in her seat to face me. When I glanced over, she had a wide smile on her face and excitement in her eyes. Uh oh! I don’t like that look.
“So…are you ready to talk about your dreams!? We have plenty of time and I’m really excited to hear just what it is a Siren might dream! Did sleeping in the purple room help? Did your dreams change?” She asked as a small giggle escaped her.
I cringed slightly at the thought of discussing my dreams, especially with her. I realized that almost anything I said would open up the discussion about Eric, and I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for that, or if I ever would be with Maggie. Still, she was right, we were going to be in the car for long time, and I needed to figure out how much I was willing to share. In the end, I left out the fact that I only dreamt of Eric. I left out the fact that I spoke with him in my dreams as if he was really there. Hell, I yelled at him as if he was really there! In fact, I left out everything. The dreams were private, and they were mine. I had only just decided to simply accept them the night before for what they were. I couldn’t be with Eric again in real life, so why not enjoy being with him while I slept? Right? Right!
“Not really, no, Maggie, I don’t want to talk about my dreams. I will tell you that they haven’t changed all that much from what they had been at home, no special or bizarre images to decipher. Sorry. I guess Sirens dream the same as everyone else,” I shrugged.
Yes, I could compartmentalize things. I had dreams of him before I met him. Dreams were not reality. They were only more vivid now because I had been with him. Who knew how long they would last? It’s not as if I was in love with the guy or anything. I mean, yes, I developed a crush on him from the first moment I laid eyes on him. Who wouldn’t? He was gorgeous on screen, and even more so in person! And yes, I’ll admit that maybe I was a tiny bit of an obsessed fangirl. I pictured JP rolling his eyes at me over that thought. Fine! I was an overly obsessed fangirl! I yelled at him and his eye rolling in my mind. I had to admit, even to myself, that he was right in a way. Seriously, one conversation with Eric and I was gone! Stop it! It was a one-night stand. He never wants to see you again, I reminded myself.
I didn’t believe what Octavia said about Eric not leaving my dreams even after the blood disappeared from my system. Neither did I believe that I needed to see him to stop the dreams. That was bullshit! I had no clue why she was pushing it, telling me there was some other connection between us. That was one more thing I couldn’t wrap my mind around. What the hell did that even mean? Was that normal? Hello? Of course it isn’t. He’s a fucking vampire! Fuck! I’m a Siren for God’s sake! I laughed to myself. Nothing was normal and would never be again, not the normal I had known before.
I knew that there was so much I had to learn of in this new world of which I was now a part, but how could Octavia have possibly known so much about blood ties? Was she once tied to a vampire? There were still so many questions I had had for her, but now they would have to wait. Maybe I could ask Godric? He was a vampire. I wondered if that would be OK. Was that something that could be openly discussed? Then again, what if he didn’t like me? What if he couldn’t trust me? Despite what Octavia had said, she really didn’t know if he might accept whatever I said or what I was. She only thought he would. Holy shit! Was she once tied to Godric? Is that why she knows how he’ll feel about this? No, I definitely couldn’t ask him! I would call Russell. At least he knew Eric and he obviously had known that we’d been together. He smelled it. I could feel myself blushing in embarrassment, and I shuddered, remembering him smelling my hand when he kissed it.
The real truth was I didn’t even know Eric, not really. I had thought I did, but, oh my God! How wrong I had been! When I thought it over, I realized it wasn’t necessarily that he left. I knew that was going to hurt whenever it happened. I knew our time was limited. It was in the way he left that had hurt so badly. It was callous and cold. It was downright rude is what it was! I had thought we would at least remain friends. Hell, I thought we were friends! I didn’t want to think about that, especially in my dreams. I wanted to dream of the sweet, funny, loving person I had imagined him to be when we were together before I discovered the truth, before I had come to realize that he was only pretending.
I wanted to pretend, although I wasn’t sure how long I could to do it before my true feelings came crashing down on me again. Even if I didn’t have any say in where or with whom I was dreaming, it seemed apparent that I at least had some modicum of control in them. I could do what I wanted, and I just wanted to live in my imaginary world with my Imaginary BoyFriend. I wanted my IBF back, not the real man who hurt me for no reason. Don’t be naïve. He had a reason. He got what he wanted and left. I felt the lump form in my throat and my eyes burned while I fought against the tears trying to form. So much for pretending! It would get easier, I told myself. Time, I simply needed time. The feelings would pass, just as they always did. How long will it take this time!? Eric was the third man to whom I had opened my heart and the third man to leave me! Third time’s the charm! Fuckers! All of them!
“Are you OK?” Maggie’s voice brought me out of my growing anger.
“Yeah, fine. Why?” I asked, clearing my throat and swallowing the frog that had taken up residence there. I couldn’t look at her and risk her seeing the tears still pooled on my lower eyelids.
“You, um, you were sort of growling.”
“I was? Sorry, I’m, um, anxious or something, I guess,” I said, relaxing my hands that I belatedly realized had formed a death grip on the steering wheel.
“Well, you sure were thinking pretty hard and seemed to be having one of those internal conversations. Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.
“No, but thank you,” I said, still keeping my eyes straight ahead.
“Cricket, I know something’s bothering you. Are you sure you don’t want to talk? It might make you feel better. I’m sure you’ve got a lot on your mind, finding out what you are, or I guess what you aren’t, you know, completely human and everything. The colors of your aura are all over the place.”
“Yes!” I cleared my throat again. “I mean, yes, I’m sure,” I said more calmly.
“OK. Well, I’m right here, so…” she trailed off, leaving it open-ended.
“Thanks. If I change my mind, you’ll be the first to know,” I smiled and glanced at her.
“Great! So, what do you want to talk about?” Her smile grew bright as if the last few minutes hadn’t happened.
“Oh, I know! Tell me about Eric! You kinda shot me down yesterday when I mentioned him, but I get it. We weren’t really in a private place at the bistro, and of course, you probably didn’t want to say anything in front of Octavia. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her anything about what I saw outside the tavern, but we’re alone now. Damn! It’s been so long since I had a boyfriend! Tell me everything! Don’t leave out any details! I’ll just live vicariously through yours! It’s been killing me not to ask you,” she giggled, getting excited all over again and bouncing as much as the seatbelt would allow.
“Anything but that,” I said quietly, “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend,” I tried to keep my voice steady even as I choked on the words.
“But you said… Well, I mean after I told you that I stopped looking when I thought you were going to kiss, you said you didn’t then, but you did later… So, what’s going on with you guys?”
“Come on, I don’t believe that,” she giggled, “It seemed pretty clear when I saw you. There’s definitely something going on. You can tell me. Just between us,” she prodded playfully.
“You’re wrong. We weren’t… We’re not… There’s nothing between us,” I swallowed down the lump that had returned. “There never really was,” I added under my breath, too quietly for her to hear.
“Oh, no! What happened? Did he have to leave right away when they finished filming the episode or something? That sucks! When are you going to see him again?”
And there it was.
“Yes, he did, yes, it does, and I’m not,” I said, taking a deep breath.
“So what happened before he had to go?” she continued with a knowing smile, not paying the least bit attention to my obvious desire to end the subject.
“Don’t be shy, Cricket,” she giggled.
“For God’s sake, don’t be embarrassed! I wouldn’t! I’d be bragging all over town! Is he a good kisser? He looks like a good kisser. What’s he like? How did you talk to him? I mean, God, he so beautiful in person. I think I would fumble my words if I even tried to talk to him. And those hands! I can just imagine…,” she continued on, but the more she talked, the more it hurt until I couldn’t listen anymore.
I felt a flare of jealously rush through me as she imagined being with him. They were silly, innocent, well, maybe not so innocent, but fun thoughts. The kind I used to have of him. In that moment, they just made me sad. Was that was he was doing while I cried? Was he with someone else? Making her believe the lies, too? I could feel that the tears were back. They had already started falling, and I discreetly brushed them away. Maggie took no notice. She was staring out the window lost in her own world and fantasies of my IBF.
“Please…just stop,” I begged quietly.
“What? Oh God, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just did that. That was so rude. Here I am going on and on. I wasn’t even thinking. You must miss him,” she said averting her eyes, finally realizing what she had been saying as her face blushed a deep scarlet.
I wiped my eyes again, and took a drink of my coffee to keep from saying anything as I willed the tears to stop.
“No, it’s fine. Think whatever you want about him. Like I said, there’s nothing between us, but still…I don’t think I need a play by play,” I laughed lightly, trying to play it off as if it was no big deal, but I doubted I could have fooled anyone with eyes and ears.
“God, I don’t know what came over me. I feel like a jackass,” she said, looking my way again.
“I understand. It’s easy to get carried away thinking about him. Believe me; I had a crush on him for a long time before we met.”
That was an understatement. I was crazy about him before we met.
“It was pretty great to get to know him, but no, I don’t miss him.”
“Don’t get me wrong, it was fun while it lasted, but we both knew he would have to go immediately, you know?”
“He’s a really genuine guy, and so open and honest.”
Lie! Lie! Lie!
Why did I feel the need to build him up to her? It shouldn’t matter to me what she thought of him. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He wasn’t my anything! Still I felt as if I should protect him. He was a liar and a manipulator, but I wanted her to continue to think highly of him. What’s up with that?!
“And yeah, he was a pretty good kisser, but I still don’t want to think about you kissing him.”
True! Oh, so true, and so much more than ‘pretty good’.
“Point taken,” she giggled, looking chagrinned.
I felt that was sufficient enough information to tide her over until she realized I didn’t actually tell her anything that happened between us. It seemed to pacify her for the moment and she gazed out the window simply happy to be taking a ride. I briefly imagined her opening the window and sticking her head out, her tongue flopping to the side like a dog. I smiled and chuckled a little.
“What?” she asked, looking at me.
“Nothing. I’m just looking forward to getting there, that’s all,” I continued to smile.
“Me too! Oh and about that…”
“Well, Octavia said she didn’t mention you.”
“I know. And?”
“I was just thinking it would probably be best if you waited at the hotel and I could go talk to him first. I mean, they’re only expecting me. It’s probably not a good idea to go to a vampire’s nest unexpected, you know? If he doesn’t want to come to meet you at the hotel, we’ll make arrangements for us all to get together somewhere else.”
“She did say you should go alone. We won’t have to explain my presence that way. I figured I would wait in the car, but staying away entirely is a much better idea. Oh, wait! What if he doesn’t want to meet me at all?”
“If he doesn’t, then I guess we’ll call Octavia and see what she can do.”
“Sounds good to me. Besides, I wanted to give JP a call. I can do that while you’re gone.”
We spent the next few hours talking mostly about JP. My mention of him set off a new barrage of questions, and I found I had many more stories to tell her of our escapades and shenanigans in college. At some points, we were laughing so hard we were crying and it felt good. It felt as if it had been years since I’d seen him, even though in reality it was only a few days. For those few hours, I was able to shove everything else to the back of my mind and pull out old memories to share. I missed my best friend.
I realized anew that I really liked Maggie, even if she did drive me crazy sometimes, but hadn’t I expected that before I went to New Orleans? All in all, I was glad I had gone. I was glad to find things out about myself that I never in a million years expected, and I was glad to have a new friend, one who was willing to walk into a vampire’s nest alone for me.
After stopping once for gas and a bathroom break, we drove in companionable silence for the next hour. My mind continued to switch back and forth between thoughts of Eric and the whole Siren thing. What did it mean to be a Siren? Would my life change at all? Was Octavia right about me not changing, or would I end up being some horrible person who wanted to seduce and hurt people? Is that why I had such a hard time letting anyone get close to me? Was I fighting my true nature? Theoretically, Sirens drew people in, they didn’t drive them away like I did. I was practically convinced that’s what drew Eric to me, and more than likely my previous boyfriends, but if that was true, then why was I always the one left hurt?
Would this Godric guy really be able to give me answers? Would he also know I’d had vampire blood? Of course he would, everyone seems to know, dumbass! How much could I say? How much should I say? Did he know Eric? Would he know where he was? Should I ask him? NO, you fucking idiot! ONE-NIGHT STAND! Get over it already! I chided myself. Good God, I had to stop overanalyzing everything! There were more important things to worry about than my single night with the Viking vampire! Really, what difference did it make if he knew him or not? I wasn’t going to go chasing after him like a stalker. No, I would definitely not be asking anyone about Eric! I only needed the information on what he knew of the Sirens. Then I could go from there. Maybe I should become a professional singer? I giggled at the thought. Great! Now she has me giggling!
I almost jumped out of my seat, and was certainly jerked out of my personal mental drama when Maggie squealed.
“What?! What’s the matter?!”
I focused on the road more intently, scanning for the cause of her outburst. Was I about to hit something? Did I zone out? There were very few cars on the road and they were either far ahead or far behind us. Seeing nothing, I glanced at her and saw her smiling face.
“Can we listen to some music?” she asked, bouncing.
“Jesus, you just scared the shit out of me, Maggie! What the fuck?” I said a little too harshly once I realized there was no impending danger.
“Oh, sorry,” she said sheepishly, “Can we? Do you want to?”
“Sure. You didn’t have to ask, you know, you could’ve just turned on the radio or my iPod. It’s plugged in right there. I’m actually surprised we haven’t been listening to it all along. You know I love music,” I chuckled, “Did you forget? Siren,” I said, pointing at myself.
She blushed and giggled a bit, looking at the little music player that had been sitting on the dash in its holder since we left. She picked it up and turned it over. I indicated to her which button to press to turn it on and explained how to get to the menu before she sat back and started scrolling through the songs.
“What do you want to listen to? You have a pretty eclectic variety of songs. I don’t know most of them.”
“I don’t care. Pick whatever you want, or you can do what I like to do and just hit shuffle. It will randomly pick something and continue to do that unless you stop it.”
“Oh, that’s a great idea!”
While she set it up, I turned on the stereo and hit sync to connect it with my player. I turned the volume dial to an acceptable level when someone else was in the car. When it was just me, I had it cranked up almost as loud as it would go since I would generally get lost in the music and belt out the lyrics to whatever came on.
Finally, she placed the player back in its place and hit shuffle. We waited for a minute while the player chose its own song and she looked at me expectantly.
“Why don’t we just listen to the music or sing along together?” I asked her.
“I told you, I don’t know many of the songs, but we can just listen if you want. That’s fine. I understand if you don’t want to sing.”
Just then, the music started to play and unconsciously, as always, I sang.
Save your breath
No need to tell me you’re my friend
I’m not gonna fall for that again
Indeed I would not! I was done being the fool. Regardless of what JP thought, I would be even more diligent in protecting my heart. I would not be caught off guard again.
This human heart
How many times can it be torn,
Before a superhero is born?
This angel has lost her wings
I’m building a monster
Beneath all the scars you see
I’m building a monster
You showed your cards
No one’s who they say they are
And I’m not who you thought I was
Everyone had a secret to protect. Everyone needed to pretend. Everyone lied.
How many times can it be torn,
Before a superhero is born?
This angel has lost her wings
I’m building a monster
Beneath all the scars you see
I’m building a monster
Sweet Jesus! Seriously, if that was what I needed to hear, then was Fate telling me to accept everything or I was simply fucked? Was I doomed to become the monster as I had been imagining myself to be, or was I the superhero? I wondered if Maggie could interpret music like she could interpret dreams? There was no reaction from Maggie, but I could feel her boring holes into the side of my head.
“What?” I asked, glancing at her.
“Nothing. That just…”
“No. I don’t know. Does it? That’s crazy, right?”
“Nope. Fate’s a bitch and she loves to torment me,” I laughed.
Aurelia Gliwiski as Chelsea ‘Cricket’ Kerrigan
Alexander Skarsgård as Eric Northman
Maya Angelou as Octavia Fant
Kathy Najimy as Amelia ‘Maggie’ Broadway
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