Author's Note-hope you don't think I stopped writing! Stories are still coming but probably will be less frequent. Please read and review as always and thanks for the support!

PART ONE

Chapter 1

The last thing she remembered before the impact was seeing that her magic had been deflected somehow. That, and she had heard something chanting, a unfamiliar voice that was cut off with a sickening wet sound. No doubt the one who had been casting the magic was dead but after that, everything had gone dark. No sound. And she had come to in a place that was familiar but not in a good way. And she found herself in a precarious position and what was worse, she felt like she was somehow cut off from any and all of her powers. Bound by her wrists, she was hanging up in unforgiving chains, her feet barely touching the concrete floor, which was stained with blood. She saw there were partitions put in place here in the dungeon like basement of Fangtasia. And through the thin partition to the far right, she heard sounds that she knew just what was happening and there came a unsettling feeling when she realized just who was behind it. And there, at the top of the stairs, a familiar figure strolled down, dressed in a rather kinky leather skirt and bustier, her hair done in a unusual braid that was turned into a bun that fell to the nape of her neck.

"Pam?" Sookie asked questioningly, knowing that her friend and relative was always fashionable and dressed to her own desire. But she never had work anything like this and she almost looked like some kind of dominatrix and there was a even stronger air of authority about her than she typically carried.

"Shut up." spat the vamp as she glared at Sookie, almost as if she didn't know here. And it was then that Sookie knew she was in more trouble than she had dared to fear. "Time's up…..if you want another hour it will cost you ten grand. I only got one of him and he doesn't come cheap." she paused, waiting for a response and it seemed that whoever she was talking to was scurrying to leave. The prisoner's eyes turned wide as she saw a scantily clad women emerge from behind the partition, getting haphazardly dressed and handing Pam a wad of cash. "Thank you so much, do come again….." she watched as the woman left through the stairs. "Stupid humans, even over a hundred years later and I can still run a decent establishment….." she paused, shoving the cash in between her cleavage. She turned to Sookie and started to approach. "Now as for you, I found you passed out in the front of my establishment and the timing couldn't; be better because the one stud in my stable is well overdue for a snack…"

"What….what is this place? it's a bar….a club…"

Pam arched an eyebrow. "This place is where desperate fangbangers can pay a pretty penny to have a good time with someone that they never would have a chance with in the real world. Upstairs? Well….its where I keep the lesser employees. The expendable ones…..mind you, this place is like a fortress, the security is second to none and if anyone was stupid enough to try to cause trouble here….well, you see the stains on the floor?" she waited for the girl to nod. "Just the tip of the iceberg there."

Trying to process the fact that the bar was now a brothel was one thing but when she saw a figure through the partition and from the faint outline created by the soft lighting and she knew without a doubt who it was. But that he had slumping shoulders and looked almost dejected when he came into view signaled yet more was wrong here than she could ever have imagined.

Chapter 2

She made brief eye contact with him as he looked interested for a moment before turning away, there was a air of defeat about him that was certainly troubling and she looked to Pam for answers. Which she was more than ready to give. "He is who made me what I am today….granted, I was a working girl back then but at least now I am stronger, faster…better…..and for that I am grateful. But seeing how popular he was when this place was a club….got me to thinking of how profitable he himself could be. And with a little help from some wiccans, I was able to….shall we say get him more compliant. He is, after all, far stronger and older than I am. Not to say I am not grateful for him but I can't have my cash cow getting a mind of his own or trying to get away. So he has….accessories that keep him from causing a fuss. That way we can get along perfectly fine. " Pam snapped her fingers and the new, almost neutered version of Eric approached and grabbing his arms, she pointed to the bans on his still muscular and impressive upper arms. "Enchanted to keep a endless supply of a magical silver flowing through him…..providing just enough to keep him strong and yet pliable. Does whatever I ask him to without question. A part of the magic involved. I don't think anything other than faerie magic could destroy this and faeries have been extinct for some time now. Killed the last ones myself. Some uppity one named Aurora. Killed her after draining her pesky husband. Tell me, what kind of name is blaze anyway?"

Her blood chilled and considering what she was, Sookie wondered why no one was detecting that she was faerie. That she couldn't bring about any of her magic…no light, no fangs, nothing. All she was left with was her fear that her powers were gone. And yet, she sensed her light deep down and it was as if it was chained up, locked away. How this had happened was still largely a mystery, save for the voice she had heard. All she knew was this was not the world she knew that in all likelihood she was in some perverted version of her world and she desperately wanted out of here. Like yesterday.

Chapter 3

"Have at her and enjoy…..I am heading out for a mani-pedi but there are plenty of guards about…I wouldn't dream of letting any risk to you occur on the odd occasion I step out. But I can safely say this one won't be any trouble. Enjoy." and with a last look at Sookie, it was as if she fully expected to find a dead body when she returned. And as the door at the top of the steps shut and locked securely behind her, a increasingly worried Sookie was left at the mercy of someone what was once more a stranger to her. And though he still looked like him-his hair was to his shoulder as it had been when they had first met-she knew all too well she was in more than a precarious situation.

"Um….look…I don't really know how I wound up here but I….beg you…please don't hurt me." she knew she sounded pathetic but with everything that she had experienced in whatever hell this was, she didn't care. Until she could figure out a way to access her powers, she was all but helpless. He didn't; say anything but there was a sadness about him, a dejectedness about him that was breaking her heart all over again. Seeing the mighty Viking reduced to nothing more than a plaything for desperate women…it made her sick as well. "I know this may sound strange but I want to help you. I am not from this world and where I am from, well, you and I…..we are…together. And have a long history to boot. And you are not some prisoner. You're free….happy…and you have a family who- " she was stopped by a hand to her throat and felt the bite before he had even done it. But she felt some relief as she knew there was a gentleness there. There may yet be hope, she thought to herself as he backed away from her, looking at her with curiosity rather than the sadness, the resigned look she had started to expect. Seeing the painful bands on his arms, she wanted badly to tear them off, knowing that if she had control of her powers, she could. Pam had even said that faerie magic would be the only way to break this particular magic. If she could find a way to unlock her magic again, then that would certainly help. How she was going to return home, on the other hand, that was something she didn't have a clue as to tackle. First thing was first though, she needed to make an ally.

"You act like you know me…." he began slowly, wiping the blood from his chin and he cocked his head. "You taste different…"

"Because I am different." she replied as she continued to hang, being nothing more than his meal…..for now. "I need help in getting out of here and finding someway to go home. I didn't ask to come here and-"

"Do you want me to pleasure you…..I don't think that bed is too messy." he nodded to a partition over on the far left of the room and looked at her, as if resigned to his fate.

"No!" Sookie cried, fighting back tears. "I want to help you get out of here and be who you really are. And its not this…..empty, defeated….object you've been turned into. The real Pam, the one I know, adores you and would die for you a million times over. That Pam….if she encountered this one, I can safely say this one wouldn't last long."

He looked confused but there was something there as he brushed his hair from his face. There was a glimmer there and it seemed to be one of hope. "I….feel like I know you somehow….you're familiar and yet you are a stranger…I feel something, like we are connected."

She took a breath as she too felt something awaken. It was strange and yet there was a bond with him as well. Even in another universe or whatever this was, it seemed they were certainly fated to be together. And she started to feel something else stirring. Her hands started to spark, feebly but she felt her power returning and he jumped back as she inadvertently dropped her fangs, further frightening the Viking. Something she was not used to seeing in him-fear.

"You…..what are you? He asked, gingerly approaching her again and to her surprise, he started breaking her free of the chains that bound her.

"The one that is going to get us both out of this situation." Sookie replied as she stood there, looking up at him and put her hands on his face, fingering his long locks with care and affection.. "If I had the time to tell you what we are like where I am from….I don't think you'd believe it."

"I am struggling to believe what I am seeing right here and now…..but we need to figure out something soon because when she leaves it is never for more than a hour or two. And if you are from some other place, we need to get you home."

TO BE CONTINUED