So hot so tall so sexy Can't wait for his fangs to bite me Want him all night long That soft, sexy hair all over his body Probably works out four or five times a week Can vampires work out? Either way I want him inside me, I want all of him inside me Every single inch of sexy vampire cock!

"Enough!" he screamed at the human who had perched herself at his feet. At this point, she was panting, and it was gross, regardless of whether or not he could hear her thoughts. He kept his fangs in their place, so as not to distract the ghastly human. "You disgust me. Get out of my sight immediately." He waved her away.

"But-"

"I do not recall asking for an answer!" he growled. "Leave."

She had never been more frightened or turned on, and Eric could smell it. It smelled horrid. It wasn't even a smell at this point, it was a stench.

Pamela was at his side within seconds to carry the human away from him.

He growled low in his throat and sunk deeper into his throne. Fangtasia was the last place he wanted to be right now.

It had been nine months since the disappearance of Sookie Stackhouse, and this stupid little fairy had kept him up for weeks, days, months even craving her touch and her scent and her presence. Their tie had been fading rapidly over time, so much so that he could hardly feel her heart beating anymore. She was alive, he just didn't know where. Their tie had faded so much that it felt as if she were dead. Eric would have regarded the muting of the tie as death had he not known better.

Vampires hardly regarded time as of the essence, but in Eric Northman's case, it was the most important thing. Every second that went by was another second that someone was dilly-dallying around and not looking harder for her. He almost killed Bill Compton numerous times for having halted his search, especially when he seemed to care for her "much more than you, Eric," the vicious little twat had said before. He felt as if he was the only one left to care for her. Everyone else had stopped looking months ago. He felt alone, and only for the second time in his life…scared. Eric Northman was scared of losing Sookie.

He felt as though he was being driven insane. The mere thought of that insatiable fucking fairy screaming at him or slapping him in the face drove him so mad with rage he wanted to kill everyone in his sight. He hadn't eaten anyone in almost eight months. The last time he tried to do so, he was driven ill by the mere foul taste of the human he chose. There was nothing he could do to get her out of his mind, and he wouldn't stop until she was found.

He had had so many conversations with Pam about what to do, and she always encouraged him to slow down, eat, sleep…she reminded him of the natural things he needed to do in order to physically function every day. He seemed to forget amidst the thoughts of sugarplum fairies dancing in his head.

He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket, entirely disinterested in the goings-on in front of him, and sent a text to Sookie's brother. "Tell me you've heard something."

"Nope. Trying my fuckin hardest. I know you are too."

He sighed. "Again, my people are searching the area thrice over. I'll have nothing less." He wasn't so sure if the words were to soothe Jason or himself.

He had no idea what it was about Sookie or the idea of her that drove him so voraciously insane with lust, but whatever it was, he was hooked. He was hooked on her, and he couldn't stand it. He hated Sookie Stackhouse. He hated that even out of his sight for nearly a year she still drove him so mad with wonder and curiosity. Who was this pathetic little girl? Who was she that she held so much power over a 1,000 year old vampire? No one had mad Eric feel like this since his younger days.

"You love her."

Eric growled and bared his fangs at his maker. "I do not! I am incapable of love! I am a demon, a monster!"

Godric merely smiled. "Child, in my time I have experienced many emotions, and I cannot say that I was lucky enough to have experienced love," he said, pausing to delve deeper into his bond with Eric, "but I can say that it is the root of your confusion." He rose and crossed the room in his home to the window, pulling back the curtain and surveying the night sky. 4:37am, exactly. It was almost dawn. "I can't say I understand why you're angry. You should feel lucky, blessed."

Eric gasped desperately for air he didn't need. "I do not love her. She is not mine, and will never be."

"Sadness."

"Stop it."

"Anger, fear, lust. You feel these things for her."

"Stop it."

"You must not be ashamed. Why?"

Eric looked up into Godric's eyes. "I do not know. She's mere mortal, a human. She's a worthless human. Her emotions are useless, SHE is useless."

"Everyone has their place, and Sookie Stackhouse most definitely has hers. Whether it is in your heart-"

"I do not have a heart."

Godric hissed a warning at his child. "Whether it is in your HEART, or whether she be with someone else, she has a purpose. She is wanted, mostly by you. Don't fear it. Welcome it. Let this be a lesson to you. Let her show you how to love someone. Let her melt the ice around your heart," he said, his lips curling into a bright, almost childish smile.

Eric sighed woefully.

1,000 years, and not one single person in any of those years had managed to snake hold of him like Sookie fuckin' Stackhouse.