Title: Wanted

Chapter 1: Bonds

Summery: AU Eric Northman, vampire sheriff of area 5, Sookie Stackhouse, Fae Princess, Pamela Ravenscroft, Eric's second in command, and Eryn Boyd, a pyrokentic immortal princess are all on the run from the same guy, for a crime they didn't commit. When they all run into each other old memories surface and they will be forced to either stick together or get caught.

This obviously has nothing to do with anything that happens in the books except for the people, and how they are.

"Find them, now!"

In their various locations around the world the four blondes attention snapped from what they were doing, blue eyes wide. They each looked scared, and started planning an escape.

EPOV

I didn't know why I knew, but I did, that the words weren't part of my dream. That the man who I had wronged was really looking for me, and that I was screwed. I grabbed up all of my clothing I would need, bank cards to move and shift my accounts, take it all out and run. I could feel my Childes fear through our fading bond, she was running too.

I tossed my clothing into the backseat of my red corvette, sped down the road to the bank, calling around to shift around my bank accounts, take out more then my fair share of money, almost all of it from the bank account of Jeffrey Thomas, and then regretfully found a car shop that dealt at night.

I traded in my beloved red corvette for a beat up piece of shit KIA, and drove off toward where I knew Pam was staying, Florida.

I was outside some Strip Club two days later, looking for Pam when a small red-headed girl burst through a back door, in nothing more then a black bustier with a tutu type bottom to it, and a pair of 5 inch heels. Two men were chasing her, two of Jackson Wilson's men.

Without another thought I sped up, and jerked to a stop beside her, eyes wide she scrambled at the door handle, and slid in I took off when she was inside enough that she wouldn't fall out and tore down the street burning rubber.

"T-thank you." She said breathlessly leaning back in her chair, eyes closing and then opening she looked over at me, and groaned, "Northman." She spat the word out like it was fire.

"Eryn." I replied, running a red light and pulling into an alley.

"Ditch the car. They got your tags." She got out, heels clinking on the ground as she walked deeper into the alley, "I have a car." I followed behind her shaking my head.

"Why are you in Florida?"

"Hiding, I forgot that Pam lives here. I thought I'd be safe." She replied coming up on a wall. She turned and gave me a sideways glance as she hopped up onto the top of the wall, "come on Viking." She said and then jumped down to the other side.

"You're running away from them in that?" I asked, following her.

"Well maybe some horny vampire will take me forever and I'll be safe from those fucks." She replied, sending a glare in my direction as we walked down the dark alley. Suddenly I found her shoving me up against the wall. Her mouth pressed to mine urgently, my hands moved on their own to her hips, down and about her body. What was going on?

"Jackson's men." She breathed as she broke the kiss. I looked around and we were inside a house now, she looked about to fall over, I reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her.

"Took you two long enough to get here," Pam commented arms folded over her chest, Eryn jumped, and looked in the opposite direction of Pam's voice.

"Pam, why?" I heard a very familiar southern voice say, my heart stung a little as I turned and found the blonde haired blue eyed Southern Fairy Princess standing beside my Childe, an angry, annoyed, and sad look on her pretty face.

Eryn ran her hand over her head and the red wig fell off, the cap holding her long hair went with it and her honey blonde locks spilled down her back, she also pulled out her contacts so her eyes were a deep blue instead of the tacky green she had. She glanced around the room, her eyes avoiding Pam, then settled on me, "What do we do Viking?"

"We? There isn't a 'we' about this."

She narrowed her eyes at me, and it actually scared me, "This is your fault!" she snarled angrily, I could feel her anger roll in waves toward me. She was right, to some extent.

"You didn't have to be there that day."

"You didn't have to have the final drop and seal our fate!" she snarled, I shook my head.

"Look, you said you had a car, drive us to another state, we have cash, we'll buy plane tickets and run."

"Where can we run to Eric?" Pam asked, "Where can we go to be safe?"

"I don't know Pam." I snarled viciously, "But not here!"

An hour later I found myself sitting in Eryn's private jet, Sookie and Pam asleep, Pam just falling still, on the other side of the plane, Eryn standing by a window to look out of it, down at the ground, sadly.

"Eryn.." I called softly, she didn't look at me, didn't acknowledge that I had spoke, she just stood there. Silent.

"I hate that I can feel you." She whispered, "I hate that I can feel you from the time you wake to the time you die. I hate that you did this to me."

Sookie stirred then, sitting up and looking over at Eryn who she smiled softly at, she wouldn't look at me. Eryn sat down finally, Sookie walking over and sitting next to her, I moved near Pam. And once again the four of us were separated into our groups.

Three months ago we had been at the scene of a robbery of the king of California, he had been after us since. All off us had been together, close, friends, but Eryn had been caught by a vampire, and he wouldn't release her unless she was willingly bonded with another vampire.

Pam wanted nothing to do with Eryn at that time, so I decided foolishly to help out. She was mad at both Pam and I, but less mad at me. She only hated that she knew what I was thinking and I could feel here clear as crystal. Our bond was small, and would probably fade, until the night we were caught, all of us had been through so much that Pam, Sookie, Eryn and I had been sharing all of our blood, and the smallest upset might wind up with us all connected.

Eryn had been dying, and she needed help, we all gave her our blood, her being part demon even Sookie's blood helped. But that bonded her to each of us separately and when she gained consciousness she was alone and could feel all of us, far away, in so much pain that she went temporarily insane.

Pam and Eryn didn't speak; Pam blamed Eryn for the loss of her fangs. Eryn blamed Pam for a lot more then Pam knew.

Eryn and I were on a lot better terms, she could stand being around me, but hated the fact that we now seemed to have a permanent bond, ours being the strongest because it was two sided. If Sookie or Pam took her blood ever they would be bonded as well.

Of course Sookie didn't want to speak to me, I don't know why she was speaking to Eryn, but she had walked in on us having sex. Blood lust on both of our parts; we were bathed in the blood of our captors, Eryn probably only got out of it because she was insane.

I looked over at the blonde telepath I cherished so much, still to this day she meant everything to me. I meant nothing to her, if the ring on her finger was no indication. I wondered where the husband was.

Pam sat up and sung her legs over the edge of the couch she was lounging on, and looked over at me, "She really hates being stuck here. Sookie does, she wants to be with her husband; someone took him while she ran."

Sookie saving herself before someone she loved? That wasn't Sookie, she put others before her. I looked over at the once innocent virgin barmaid, she looked older, only a year had passed since she had been that innocent barmaid. She had hell thrown into her face, her vampire boyfriend had tricked her for his queen, raped her, tricked her, her grandfather had told her about her heritage and claimed she was a princess. She had run off with Pam and I, we met Eryn and spent months hiding from our troubles.

It had been three months since I'd last seen the beautiful woman, and now I realized how much older she truly looked, how different. She looked like a woman who had seen far passed her time, who so many things, had been burdened with so much responsibility. She looked haunted. Her eyes met mine, and for an instant a look of something close to lust, and pain flashed in her eyes before she tore her gaze from me and looked back at Eryn.

Pam sighed and shook her head, "the planes landing." We both moved to actual seats as the plane desended.