Do to last night's spoiler, this chapter embraces that goodness as well. I am leaving Sookie to her angst and letting her stew in it. STAKE COMPTON, BRING ON THE VIKING!

The characters of True Blood belong to Alan Ball. The SVM characters belong to Miss Charlene Harris. I do not have a BETA, editor, or other such charming person. All mistakes and fuckery are my own. I am not claiming anyone else's.

Let's Rodeo

Sookie was looking around the house, the party was gone...the only thing left was the mess...of course, every fucking body left her the mess to clean up!

Going into her bedroom, there was Alcide's jacket. Lifting it to her nose, she inhaled and found comfort in his scent. Putting it on, she lay down and as the tears stained her pillow, she fell asleep.

When Jason arrived home, there was low lighting in the house. Violet was home. Perfect. Just fucking perfect. He smelled of Jess. Looked like they were going to have that conversation. Sending Jess a text and saying good-bye, cause he figured he was dead, he went inside.

"Violet, we need to..."

"I thought we could change things up a bit, Jason," she smiled as she stood in what she considered a hooker outfit. It had come to this. Un-fucking believable! To entice her man, she was not enough. Well, she would fuck him one last time and when his blood was at it ripest she would drain him...she had not yet decided yet if she was going to turn him.

Walking over to him, she wrapped her arms around him and then tossed him onto the couch. "Time to rodeo, Jason," she grinned at him as she dropped her fangs. "I am doing a reverse cowgirl on you and then maybe hogtie you."

Ripping off his pants, she climbed on her big stud!

It happened that fast! Jess was there with a stake in her hand and then he was covered in Violet goo!

"Thanks Jess," Jason smiled at her.

Jessica smiled at him in return. "Come on, looks like most of it landed on the couch. We'll haul it out to the yard and burn it. Then shower. I'll help you wash your back!"

Eric was down in the hallways under the building looking for the Yakuza. Vampires were one thing. Blowing fire and announcing to the world that there were dragons was one something entirely different. But when they wore the human, the Yakuza were very vulnerable. He might be dying from the HepV, but he was going to add to his list of accomplishments that he had killed one! Pam had to live to tell that tale!

Then wonder of wonders...well look...there stood the Newlin bitch herself. You could smell the fear rolling off of her! Good! Eric was to her, suspending her in the air, watching her face turn blue.

Then, of course, that is when the Yakuza showed up. From the hunter to the hunted. Just fuck!

"What the fuck Eric?" Pam hissed. "Kill the bitch and let's haul ass!"

"I wanted a jaw bone," he grinned. "The bones of a dragon are suppose to bring good luck."

"Are we talkin' aphrodisiacs here Eric? Has it come to this? We are gonna meet the true death and you want to go out with a hard dick?"

"Pamela, you are known for your keen fashion sense and there is a reason I am called The Viking."

"Well fuck," she sighed. "Looks like we are gonna out with your dick hard. Looks like we are surrounded."

"Hand over the heretic," Mr. Gus said. "Alive. She is to be the entertainment for the Yakuza. If you kill her, we will keep your child alive forever and she will be our entertainment."

Slowly Eric lowered Sarah to the ground. "Pity," Eric smiled at Newlin, "my ending you would have been a mercy. You come between a dragon and its Golden Horde...it just gets ugly."

Sarah started to scream as soon as Eric released her throat and was just as quickly silenced. Silver chains went around Eric and Pam. "Upstairs with them," Gus started walking. "We shall find a window that faces East, the honored and hallowed direction of home. It is fitting that they should end this way."

Up the elevator and then into an office. Sunrise was at 6:34 AM, Central Dallas Time.

"I have set the timer," Gus smiled at them. "Spend your remaining time well. Recall past times together. Celebrate your ancestors. Reflect on how none can defeat the Yakuza."

They were left alone. Pam and Eric sat starring out the window that would eventually be filled with the bright early morning sunshine.

"I'm glad I am meeting the true death with you, Eric. Honestly, the thought of continuing on without you left me a little on the dull and uninteresting side of carryin' on with my undead life."

"Child," Eric shook his head at her. "You are to continue on to tell my story of how I killed a Yakuza."

"Eric, has the HepV eaten your brain? Look at us...there will be..."

*"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,

Everywhere I go...

There is The Viking in silver chains

Soon I'll be screaming his Viking name,

We'll rodeo as we rock back and forth nice and slow."

"Oh Eric," Pam shook her head in disgust. "Seriously, Ginger is our Hail Mary?"

"I do what I can child, with what I've got. And I knew she would follow us. Bless her little stalker heart."

"Now would you just look a this," Ginger walked around to the front and faced the two. "There is my fantasy! Thank you, thank you, thank you," Ginger said with her arms and faced raised upwards. "Eric all cowboyed-up, wearin' a white hat!" Ginger said slapping her ass. "Let's rodeo!" she slapped it again and pranced around.

"Ginger dear," Eric smiled at her. "I need for you to remove these silver chains off us."

"Eric, I am wearin' me some of those glamour proof contacts. You just keep battin' those pretty blue calf-eyes at me. I am gonn'a round you up and ride you like you are the only bull in the cow pen! Yeeee-ha! Besides, all those nice policeman are not comin' up here. There is madness and mayhem downstairs. They gave chase and have blocked off the upper floors. So we have until sunup, and I'm gonna rodeo.

*I'm a cowboy, for fifteen years I've been by your side,

And I've wanted you, dead or alive!

Let's rodeo! With me on your thighs!"

"Oh no, no, no," Pam pleaded. "Please, wheel me out of the room, or turn my chair around or somethin'," as she watched Ginger push Eric's chair back.

"Ginger," Eric smiled at her. "This is your fantasy? Me dressed as Dickless Dallas?"

"Well, not exactly," she said. "It was more like a pair of button fly Levi's and a white ripped, wet, t-shirt and that white hat. A pair of real shit kickn' cowboy boots. Tony Lama's. And a great big, wide assed belt buckle that has Property of Ginger You Mother Fuckers engraved on it. But damn, this is workin' for me as well," she shivered all over.

"Ginger, if you would just unsilver me, we could make that happen."

"Damn, I love the way you say my name, all low and sexy like. Oh...Eric I have waited and waited for you to straddle me and ride me like a fine mare stallion."

"Mare stallion?" Pam mouthed and rolled her eyes. Twice. "Dumber than Were shit," she mouthed to Eric. "Ginger...really? Our Hail Mary? Fuck Eric! Mare stallion!"

"Damn," the original fang-banger fanned herself. "Looks like we are going Cowgirl on this one. And when we are done, I'm not releasin' you until you fee-e-e-d from me," she moaned.

"Oh-h-h," she got down on her knees. "The Temple of King Eric," she wept, "please, accept me, this humble supplicant as your sex slave servant!"

"Here we go," Pam said to no one and rolled her eyes.

With trembling hands, Ginger undid Eric's belt. "I can feel it," she smiled through her tears, "King Eric is there to greet me," she sobbed in joy!

"Breathe, Ginger," Eric smiled down at her. "You have to breathe or you will pass out."

"Yes, cowboy master, your sex slave hears and obeys," she replied wiping at her eyes. "Oh-h-h-h," a high-pitched wail came out of her mouth, "you went commando!"

Pam had never seen anything like it before. And Eric had his groupies...but seriously...!

Ginger unzipped her pants and before she could even pull them down she hopped into Eric's lap, jumping up and down and screeching at the top of her lungs, "I'm fuckin' Eric Northman! I'm fuckin' Eric Northman!" Do to her zeal this only happend in her fantasy world. Her jeans did not come down. They only got unzipped. Nor was King Eric exposed! The office chair they were both in was bouncing around all over the room! Zing, zing, zip! Zoooom! Ginger grinding and moaning and pleading and thanking God, the angels, Let's Make a Deal, and the American way of life for her fantasy come true.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ginger screamed as the chair came to an abrupt halt right in front of Pam.

Leaning her head on Eric's shoulder, she smiled at him and said, "I knew it would be good. Damn, best...sex...ever...damn...now bite and I'll let you go."

When Eric bit into her neck and she felt him begin to feed, she felt her insides flood again. "Just best fuckin' sex ever," she sighed contentedly. 'You really are The Viking," she said standing and zipping up her pants. Removing his chain, she then removed Pam's.

Shaking her head in disbelief at all Ginger's gyrating and not actually sexing, Pam could only mouth,"Dumber than Were shit!

Haul ass," Pam said opening the window.

Grabbing Ginger, they all three flew off into the night.

Pam, Eric and Ginger walked into the lobby of the Hotel Carmilla.

"Miss Ginger needs a room," Eric said to the clerk.

"Ginger, they will see you to your suite," Eric kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you Eric," she said shyly as she watched the best fuck of her life walk off. Damn...! It was not long before she was being treated like vampire royalty and her escort was seeing her upstairs. As they walked past an area where vampires were feeding she stopped and said loudly and proudly. "I fucked Eric Northman."

All the vampires and humans alike rolled their eyes. "Take a number," was snickered around the room. "We all have," came a voice from the back. "Eric is the best fuck any of us have ever had."

"Well drat," she stomped her foot and continued with her escort to the elevator.

Pam was sitting over by the fire as she watched Eric get undressed. Vamp speed she was to him. "Your back..." she leaned in, her hands traversing him. "The Phase II is gone..."

"What?" Eric said moving to a mirror and positioning himself so he could see.

"It's gone Eric," Pam said in wonder. "What...what would have done that?"

"Last thing I ate was Ginger," he said as he went to the phone. "This is Eric Northman. My human companion, I need her sent to my room. Now."

Soon there was a knock at the door.

Pam opened it, tipped the bellman and then closing it pointed to a chair for Ginger to sit.

"I know I am a good thing," she smiled. "I knew you would not be able to get enough of me," she smiled contentedly. "We were a match meant to be," she smiled at Eric.

"Ginger dear," Eric pulled up an ottoman and sat down in front of her. "You said you were diseased. What are you taking for your ailments?"

"Well fuck Eric," she sighed. "When you lost the bar, there went my health insurance. So I called my Granny Woman and I've been dosing with *Bragg's organic apple cider vinegar. You know, not pasteurized, or sterilized or approved by the FDA for curing what ails you.

Wait one," she said picking up her purse. "I carry a small bottle around with me. See," she said handing it to him, "it's not all pretty and sparkling. That is because it has not been pasteurized. That spider web looking thing, they call that the mother. It is what makes vinegar."

Eric held it up to the light. "Look Pamela, it looks like veins." Unscrewing the cap Eric took a whiff and drew back. Screwing the lid back on, he handed the bottle to Pam. Leaning in, he took a whiff of Ginger. "I can smell it now, faintly.

And you dose with this how?" he smiled at her.

"I add a tablespoon to a glass of water. Use it in my salad dressin'. I douche with it and rinse my hair with it. Add a bit to my bath water. Over the course of a day, I'd say I drink anywhere from ½ a cup to a bit more. Just depends on what is goin' on. If I'm havin' a bad day, I'll just hold my nose and drink it straight down."

"Ginger, if I may," he smiled at her. "Might I have another swallow or two?"

"Damn Eric," she giggled, "you take as much as you like."

"Pamela," Eric looked at his child, "monitor my body if you would please."

Eric would have a small drink every hour. Ginger staid with them until five. Eric sent her on her way with carte blanche for the hotel shops.

"Set this in motion," Eric said picking up his phone as he looked at his body in the mirror.

"Fuck Eric," Pam said with relief. "There are just the lightest of veins on your stomach. But I can see those fading, as well." Taking the bottle of vinegar, she wet the washcloth and ran it across them and watched them blink out.

Eric was thinking of all the possibilities. His world was back and it was out of order. He hated being out of order. "Time to set this in motion. It has to be organic, unpasteurized vinegar. If the bottle does not look like it has veins in it that look like the virus, it is not going to work. They can start by rubbing it directly onto the veins, but they are going to need a human to ingest it."

"We could start that up as a business," Pam said to him. "Regulate the blood bags..."

"Pamela," Eric cut his eyes to her. "I really do not want to be the only vampire left standing. That is an oddity I would just rather not be. Let's get started on this."

Arlene woke up with a start. "Wow," she fanned herself. "That was some nasty-assed dream." Getting out of bed she pulled on a robe and went to the kitchen. Fixing a cup of hot chocolate, going out to her screened in porch, she sat down and waited for dawn.

"Keith," she said staring off into the yard, "I know you are out there. You just need to take your nasty vampire ass on out of here. I've got kids."

She could see someone walking across the lawn. She knew who it was, her blood started to race.

"You are truly beautiful," he said with a bow. "And to think, all that separates us is this fine mesh wire."

"Yes," she arched an eyebrow at him, "it keeps out all the blood suckers."

"Touche," he said with a smile and another bow.

"May I call on you when I rise," he asked her.

"No," she replied. "I am human, you are vampire. Go away."

"May I call on you in your dreams?" he asked sweetly.

"No," she replied, "I am human, you are vampire. Go away."

"May I call you mine," his voice was soft and sweet and his fangs were down.

"No-o-o," she moaned softly as she placed her hand on the screen.

With a lilting grace and in slow motion, she watched him place his hand on hers. There was no heat from him. Only the pressure of the screen biting into her skin. And then there was the pressure of his fangs biting into her...and then there was an unyielding, building pressure and when she came her scream woke the house. Lisa, Colby and Mikey came running.

"Momma," they all climbed into bed with her. "You okay. You havin' a bad dream?"

"Yes," she kissed on all of them. "Yes, but I am fine now. Momma is home and I am fine now. I just needed to be hugged and kissed. Now ya'll go on back to bed. I'm gonna rest here. Maybe fix me some hot chocolate and sit outside on the porch. Now go on, back to sleep."

The sun was beginning to rise somewhere as she made her way outside into the semi-dark. At first she did not realize what she was looking at. Then she smiled and then chastised herself.

On her lawn, there was a great big heart done in rose petals.

"Keith," she tasted the name on her tongue. "Keith," she said again and thought back to when there had been Terry saying good-bye and then there had been Keith saying hello.

"I am not ready for this shit," she said to the wind. "I may not be ready tomorrow. Got me some kids to raise. And besides, I need to go tinkle." She turned to leave and then turned back around. "Thanks for the dream. I needed that. Not that I am ever going to find out, but I hope you are a fraction of that good in real life...or undeath...or...what the fuck," she rolled her eyes. "I am human, you are vampire..." and went inside.

Keith grinned. "I am more than that good," he chuckled. And vamp speed, he was gone.

Dear Readers,

Just a happy little one shot!

As always, thanks for reading!

CES

*Sung to the tune of It Is Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

*Sung to the tune of Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi

* Many thanks to Miss Stacey DeLong for saying it had to be the Bragg brand of vinegar.