AN/ First time ever sharing a FF. First time ever writing SVM...So please be kind. Constructive criticism is welcomed but if anyone is going to rip me a new one, I would prefer for it to be the Viking with his *ahem* broad-sword...grrrrr.

This story is not Beta'd. I did the best I could but all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own the SVM. That honor and privilage belongs to Mrs. Harris. I am just messing with Eric and Sookies head.

Sookie paced her bedroom anxiously. She chewed on her lip, glancing around to see if everything Amelia, who was down for a visit, was in place.

Black candles surrounded her bed, red graced her dresser and the window frames. The room was fragrant with a mixture of sandlewood, amber and ylang ylang. Her eyes skimmed over the round container that was centered in the middle of her bed. She knew everything was in there. She had checked it three times already.

Sookie's tennis shoes scuffled over her worn hardwood floor. She chanced a glance at the clock and noted that Amelia should be arriving any minute. Back and forth she paced, wondering again why in the hell she had let Amelia talk her into this?

Oh, yeah thats right. Her and Eric hadn't been making with the happy lately. He hadn't touched her once since the departure of Appius. It was like his sex drive and melted away along with his maker. Sookie had thought for a minute that Eric just didn't want her anymore, or had found someone new. But that couldn't have been the case or their bond would have told on him. She simply felt no flame of desire coming from him at all.

It wasn't for the lack of her trying either. She had tried to seduce him with no avail. He had rebuked her gently but it still stung and was so unlike Eric that Sookie was worried. She had tried talking to him but he had laughed and told her that there was no need to worry, he loved her but now was not the time for fun and games.

Sookie had even tried letting her inner sex kitten fly. She had, with the help of Amelia, dressed to the nines in a wonderfully skin tight, strapless, red dress that had slits up the sides, no back of which to speak and four inch red fuck me heels. Her hair was teased, curled then pinned up with some left down to kiss her shoulders. Sookie's makeup was applied with a seductress in mind. Amelia had smoothed a smokey grey to here eyes and lined them with black liner. Her lips were plump and looked down right edible in smoldering red. Pam's eyes had almost popped out of her head when she saw Sookie approach Fangtasia in that little hot number. Her cheeks flamed at how well that had turned out.

"My, my, my," Pam tsked as she stood aside for Sookie to enter. Her gaze immediately went to Sookie's bountiful breast that looked like they were a hick-up away from falling out. "Someone is feeling frisky tonight." Pam inhaled deeply, a look of shock crossing her face. "No panties Sookie?"

"Close your mouth Pam."

Sookie brushed past Pam, ignoring the fact that Eric's wayward child coped a feel as she walked by. If anything it bolstered her courage. If Pam was having a hard time keeping her eyes, not to mention her hands off of her, then she was guaranteed that Eric wouldn't stand a chance.

She brushed past the "vermin" to try and sneak a peak of Eric on his throne. With a crowd this large, there was no doubt that he was out enthralling them.

He was on his throne, latest blackberry in hand, looking bored as hell. His head whipped up and his nostrils flared as if he caught her scent but she didn't feel anything through the bond. Sookie stood frozen for a moment. She didn't know if she should make her way to him or just head to the bar for liquid encouragement. In this whole relationship with Eric, he had always been the pursuer. She had no idea how to go after him. Not to mention, no excitement through the bond? Was he not even happy to see her anymore? She tried to probe the bond but it was blocked.

Shaking her head with discouragement, Sookie headed to the bar. A drink would help out in this situation. She needed the pep me up. What was it that Jason always said about drinking?

"Alcohol, the cause and solution to all of life's problems." So what if he got it from Homer Simpson? It seemed to apply tonight.

Sookie made her way over to the bar and gave the new bartender, who she did not recognize, her order. No gin and tonic today. She was going for the gold. "Give me an Adios Mother Fucker." If that drink couldn't give Sookie enough gumption to do what needed to be done, nothing could.

She slapped a twenty down on the counter and headed toward the dance floor. He first sip made her eyes water. Choking back a gasp, she steadied herself and took another sip, not quiet feeling the burn this time. "Last time I listen to Amelia about a drink she mumbled."

It must be rock out with your cock out night at Fangtasia, Sookie thought. The DJ was blasting rock so hard, her breast were jingling without any movement at all on her part. Random thoughts were hitting her left and right.

"God, she is so hot. That mouth, bet she could suck the chrome off a fire truck."

"Look at the rack on that chick. Think I might have just cum...ung"

"She looks like a stripper and whatya know, I got a pole she can ride" "

Sookie slapped her shields in place. She had no interest in what she was doing to strange men. Only one mattered to her and he wasn't biting at the moment. "Don't even go there Sookie." She said to herself. Not only had Eric not been giving it up but he had also refused to bite her, claiming that he was giving her time to regroup. Whatever that meant.

Crazy Bitch finished up and the beat of one of her favorite songs cued up. Sookie sat her empty glass down on a near by table and shimmied out to the dance floor. She closed her eyes and imagined being in a room with only Eric, with this song playing. Bad girlfriend indeed. Her hips gyrated, her hands skimmed her body. She moved to the beat and imagined Eric walking over to her and pressing his tall, cool, hard frame into hers. She gasped instead when a cold hand, with a grip made of steel, grabbed her arm and pulled her off the floor.

Sookie tried to pull away but stopped when she realized it was Eric pulling her away. She smiled to herself thinking that her little get up and dancing had finally done her man in. She practically skipped to his office behind him.

Her amusement ended the moment he pushed her in his office and slammed the door shut with barely controlled anger. "Eric?" Sookie started to walk over to him but decided against it the minute she caught his frigid stare.

"Not one word Sookie." Eric brushed past her and went behind his desk. "Sit down." He indicated a chair in front of his desk. Sookie, afraid of making him more upset sat down at his request. Hurt ran through her. "Pamela." Eric said barely above a whisper.

"Talk to me Eric." Sookie looked over at Eric, pleading with him silently to tell her what was wrong. "I don't understand. Whats wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"

"I am not even going to begin to grace that with an answer, Sookie." Eric started leafing through papers on his desk. "What with you dressed as a two dollar whore and acting like one in my club. I cannot fathom why I would be annoyed." Eric slammed the papers down on the desk and glared at her.

"You son of a bitch!" Sookie jumped up so fast that her chair tipped over. Before she knew it she was in his face with her hand reared back ready to teach him some manners. Eric grabbed her hand before it could make contact with his face. "How dare you." She snatched her hand from his grasp and tried to leave only to have a two hundred plus pound Viking blocking her way.

"Stop acting like a child, Sookie." Eric demanded, efficiently blocking her one and only escape route.

"Child, Eric?" Sookie uttered with pent up rage, " I thought I was a whore? Make up your fucking mind." She slammed her palms into his chest, not moving him an inch. "Ugh!"

"Perhaps I see you as a whorish-child?" Eric smirked at her.

"You know what Eric, we are done here." Sookie snatched her hands off of his chest like they were on fire. " I only wanted to come here tonight to surprise you. I spent all day long trying to make myself look beautiful and desirable for YOU! What you see before you now," Sookie swept her hands over the front of her body. " is nothing less then I have worn here numerous time before at your request. If you don't want me anymore Eric, tell me but don't you dare belittle me to ease your guilt over it. I am a big girl, I can take it. Hell, I have been taking whatever crumbs you have thrown my way for months now."

"Sookie." Eric moved to embrace her

"And what the hell is this Sookie crap?" She dodged his grasp, moving to put some space between them. "You never just call me Sookie. Where's My Dear One, Or Lover? Are you breaking up with me Eric?" Sookie fought back unshed tears at the thought. She tried to swallow to ease her suddenly dry throat.

"Stop this foolishness at once, Sookie." Eric was on her in milliseconds. "I have told you time and time again that this is not the time for fun and games. Yet here you are, playing at them." He shook her gently. "You say you were here for me, instead I find you on the dance floor, for all to see, looking like you are having sex with the invisible man and reeking of your desire and booze. You tell me, what am I suppose to think, Dear One?"

"You are suppose to think, DUMB ASS, damn aren't I a lucky man. She is MINE!" Sookie tried to pull away but Eric wasn't having it. She stole a glance at his face and saw that he was still unbelievably pissed. Might as well go for the gold, she thought. He can't possibly get any madder. "Why don't you make love to me anymore Eric? Why don't you take my blood?"

Eric released her so fast, she stumbled. "Pamela!" He shouted.

"Don't avoid me Eric. I am not having it." Sookie stomped her foot like the child he accused her of being.

"You bellowed, Master." Pam cocked an eyebrow in Eric's direction.

"Take Sookie home." Eric simply stated never looking in Sookie's direction.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sookie picked up the nearest thing she could reach and launched it at Eric's head.

Eric caught the bottle of Tabasco sauce without ever looking up from his desk. "Now Pam."

"Eric Northman, if I leave now before we finish our talk, I am not coming back." Sookie walked over to his desk and banged her fist on it. "EVER!"

"Whatever you think is best Sookie but believe me, we are finished with this topic." Eric picked up his phone and started punching numbers in. "I will see you when we both have a chance to settle down."

"Unfuckingbelieveable." Sookie stomped past Pam, who seemed completely lost as to what was going on.

Sookie pulled herself back from the memory, at the sound of Amelia's feet on the stairs. Her and Eric hadn't talked since then but he had been in touch. The very next day she had received a beautiful bouquet of white lilacs. A simple card had been attached, two words gracing its surface, "Forgive me, -E."

"Sooks? Are you ready chicka?" Amelia came bouncing through her bedroom door with a mischievous grin in place. "Ready to cure that EVD?"

"EVD, Ames, really?" Sookie could barely control her curiosity.

"Yup. Erectile Vampire Disorder." Amelia replied with a simile. "Now lets get that motion potion brewing."