*I do not own any of the Sookie Stackhouse characters*

Chapter 1

Amelia's POV

I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when the phone rang unexpectantly. I jumped spilling the majority of the coffee on the linoleum. I huffed in frustration as I grabbed the phone, "Hello?" I asked harshly hoping this person better have a good reason for calling me.

"It's Pam. Is Sookie there?" She whispered as if she could hear us.

"No she's not here, is everything alright Pam you sound worried?" I said wondering if vampires really do have feelings because if they do Pam was showing me aside of herself that most vamps would never admit to feeling, worried.

"No, everything is not okay, Eric is not okay and he is driving me crazy!" Pam screeched threw the phone. I laughed. I understood her perfectly. Sookie seems to be going through a rough patch too. She usually is thinking about something and it is extremely hard to get her attention once she is deep in thought.

"I know what you mean," I sighed putting the phone on speaker as I snatched a cloth of the counter, leaning over to clean up the spilt coffee on the floor. "Sookie has not been herself lately." I spoke putting it mildly.

"Neither has Eric. He is not as carefree as he was before the hex and considering everything that has just happened in Rhodes I think it made it worse," she sighed. "In fact last night he refused his favourite blood donor," she scoffed, "And then he stomped off to his office," Pam huffed sounding more annoyed then concerned.

"So what are we going to do? Force them to confess their love for each other?" I retorted sarcastically.

"This is why I need your help Amelia," she explained.

I spent the rest of the night up studying spells, flipping through spell books, talking to Pam and chatting with my mentor Octavia. AT two in the morning I finally found the spell that would fix our problem. I immediately called Pam again and told her about it.

"Sounds great!" She chirped. "Will it work though?"

"Of course," I scoffed. "I check with Octavia and I can have this pan in motion by tomorrow night."

"Perfect and Amelia can you do some secret keeping spell so we can't tell them it was us and prevents us from speaking of it?" She asked out of precaution.

Knowing the spell that she was talking about I nodded but realized she couldn't see me I answered, "Yes. Goodnight Pam," I said bidding farewell to my partner in crime I retired to my bed for some well deserved rest.

Can anyone guess what their plan is? Comment! I will love to hear of what you think!