A/N: Wow, just WOW! Your response to the first chapter has brought me to my knees. Thanks so much to each and every one of you that took the time to review. You all truly amaze and humble me. So glad that you all enjoyed the changes. I hope you all received and enjoyed your teasers. If I missed anyone, I am truly sorry.

Big hugs to krismom for betaing for me. I love her so hard. I did some tweaking after she sent it back, so any mistakes remaining are ALL mine.

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, just the changes to the plot.

Previously...

And then it was over. Eric pulled back, and I stumbled forward with the momentum of our kiss. My mouth was open enough to catch flies, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Eric had kissed the brains right out of my head. I may as well have been a puddle of staked vampire goo on the concrete floor. Coherent thought was out the window right then.

The only thing I could think about was when I'd get to kiss him again. And again.

Eric took a hesitant step back, and then another, his eyes held the same longing that I feared mine did. But with my next breath and his vampire speed, he was gone, and I slumped to the floor with my fingers covering my swollen lips. The clicking of the lock echoed in the large concrete room, but the fact that I was locked in was the furthest thing from my mind.

Why hadn't it ever felt like this when kissing Bill?

SPOV

After lord knows how long of sitting on that cold basement floor lost in my thoughts, I finally got up and began to explore my surroundings. My left leg was completely asleep, and my ass was numb from the cold, or maybe it was from sitting on it for so long. I didn't know, and I didn't really care. There were too many other things I needed to be thinking about.

And kissing Eric had consumed my thoughts for long enough.

I knew Russell would be coming for me, not to mention Debbie Pelt and her crazy were ass. And I knew I'd feel better if I was at least trying to come up with a plan of action against them. Even if all I did was think about it. At least it would take my mind off of Eric's lips for more than ten seconds.

And then there was Bill. I sighed, and walked towards a door I hadn't noticed before hidden in the dark corner to my left.

I simply didn't know WHAT to think about Bill. It was as if I had all the edge pieces to the puzzle and none of the center. I could see that there was something bigger there, I just didn't know what. And I knew that the missing pieces were the important ones.

The documents that Russell had shown me in his house...er, mansion, flashed in my thoughts. Was there something more to what Bill was doing with those? Why would he need all the information on my family tree? Was there more to the story than what he had given me?

I had a thousand questions, none of which could be answered with what little information I did have. They certainly weren't written on the walls surrounding me. No matter how much I kept searching them.

At this point I wasn't so sure I trusted Bill anymore than I did Eric, possibly less. And that thought in itself was frustrating as hell. There wasn't much Eric had done to gain my trust, but there were plenty of things he'd done for me NOT to trust him.

And here I was, trusting him, while locked in some concrete dungeon straight out of the middle ages.

The saying 'rock and a hard place' was pretty much the story of my life. Especially nowadays.

The door opened with a little extra force, apparently it hadn't been opened in a while. There wasn't a light switch on the wall, but there was a floor lamp, so I turned it on.

It was a large open space filled with a giant bed, not that I was all that surprised after my last visit down here. Yeah, thinking about Eric naked was certainly not helping anything either. And the fact that I was feeling jealous of whatever fang-banger it was he had suspended only proved to piss me off. I had no right to be jealous, especially not of that. Ugh! Eric wasn't mine. I needed to stop those thoughts.

There was another small room off to the side with a toilet and a shower. Decorations were non-existent, but the bedding was elaborate. Black Satin sheets with a contrasting white satin comforter, and at least thirty pillows tossed about the head of the bed. It was beautiful, and looked oh so inviting. I wasn't exactly tired since I was being held captive and my life was in Eric's hands. There were definitely too many unknowns for me to be able to sleep.

But it did look so very comfortable.

Another thought crossed my mind as I went to test the mattress. Just how many women had been down here with Eric in that very bed? Thinking about the most likely extreme number that would've answered that question made my stomach turn. Yeah, there was no way I was sleeping on that thing. Who knows how many different kinds of bodily fluids from lord knows how may different people- or vamps- were on those sheets.

They may have looked clean to my human eye, but I wasn't risking it.

I took a moment to use the restroom, washing my face and hands, before slumping down onto the plush rug beside the bed. I leaned back against the mattress, the silky fabric cooling the back of my neck. I don't know how, but I must've drifted off to sleep.

"Human," a bored voice sounded, awaking me. "Oh, human. Ah, there you are," Pam said in that same monotone voice. "Something wrong with the bed? Never mind, I don't care. Eric has instructed you to eat, and take this."

Pam set a tray with various sliced fruits and veggies and a glass of water on the bed, along with two large brown pills. "What's that? I'm not taking drugs," I said vehemently.

Pam sighed, probably annoyed, but I didn't care. She may not have had to be nice to me, but I certainly didn't have to be nice to her. "Iron. Eric said you will need it. Eat."

Why would I need it, unless... Oh god! He couldn't be, could he?

"What is going on, Pam?" I demanded. "What is Eric doing?"

"He's saving his own ass instead of just yours," she said with a hiss, slamming the door behind her as she left.

I guess I could mark Pam off my 'fan of Sookie' list. She seemed to loathe me and anything that had to do with me. I snorted at myself, another vampire that wanted me dead to the world. What else is new?

What did that even mean? Saving his own ass instead of just mine? Did that mean anything that happened to me was just collateral damage? Was he using me to save his own ass from whatever trouble he'd gotten himself into? Or had he found a way to save himself as well as me?

I wanted to hope it was the latter, but I found my faith was lacking. Something that had been happening a lot more often as of late.

Without even really giving it much thought, I sat down on the edge of the bed and nibbled on the food I had been so not-so-graciously provided while in captivity. I was pretty hungry after all.

I sighed for what must have been the millionth time. The fruit was fresh, and still juicy, so they must've been sliced recently. I didn't know if I should take that as a compliment, or if I was just developing some sort of Stockholm Syndrome. Whatever the case, I knew I had issues.

Stupid fruit. Stupid vampires. Stupid concrete room with a big stupid bed.

Those ominous brown pills sitting on the corner of the tray seemed to get bigger and bigger with every bite I took. God, what I wouldn't give to dig around in Eric's head for a minute. If only to figure out what the hell was going on.

I snatched them up, holding them in my palm and debating on whether I should take them or not. I smelled them, pulling back quickly. Yep, they were definitely iron pills. Eww.

I didn't like what the implication was behind taking the damn pills. It could only mean one thing. Maybe I should have been grateful that Eric had thought enough in advance to see to my health needs by providing me with iron. But the fact that he was at the very least expecting me to be drank from made it impossible.

I shuddered to think about the almost draining that had occurred just a few days previous. Jesus, and I had let Bill... Ugh, I'm an idiot. Why did he have to drink from me so soon after nearly stealing every last drop from me? Logically, I knew he wasn't in control when it happened, but it still gave me the shivers. And yet I had forgiven and forgotten it in the heat of the moment. I felt taken advantage of.

Yours is the most delicious blood I have ever tasted. Bill's words kept playing over and over in my head. He was addicted to my blood, obviously, but was that the real reason he was with me in the first place? Or did he really love me for me like he had said?

If I had asked myself that weeks ago, I would have vehemently stated no to the first and yes to the second, but now I wasn't so sure. If what he said was true, and my blood was intoxicating from the fairy DNA or whatever, then who's to say it wouldn't happen with whomever Eric had planned on feeding from me?

Or Eric himself, if that was the case.

Dammit, my thoughts weren't helping, and I was giving myself a headache of epic proportions. I tossed my stubbornness aside for a moment, threw the pills in my mouth, and swallowed them down with a big gulp of water.

I felt like I was relinquishing more control of my own life to vampires, but if I was going to be drank from, permission or no, I would be as prepared as I could. One thing was for sure, I wasn't going down without a fight.

Despite my earlier musings, I fell back into the mattress atop the blankets. It was just as soft as I imagined it would be, maybe even more so. I needed to think, to come up with some sort of action plan for whatever I was supposed to be facing, who knows when. But what I actually did was sleep.

I awoke to a not so gentle squeeze on my shoulder, and Eric's piercing blue eyes. "Ow," I said as I tried to sit up. "Eric, are you going to tell me what the hell..."

"Silence," he said in a hushed growl.

"No, tell me what's going on," I pressed.

Eric said nothing. His grip tightened on my arm painfully as he pulled me from the bed. I resisted with all my might, but to no avail. "Where are you taking me?"

"Trust me," he whispered, scooping me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

How in the hell was I supposed to trust him when he was acting like an insensitive brute? Like some moronic caveman? He'd kept me down there for hours and hadn't explained a damn thing to me. I was pissed. I struggled, my legs kicking out behind me, and my fists beating against his back.

"Put me down, Eric," I demanded. "Put me down and tell me what's going on. Let me go." I went on and on, and he didn't acknowledge a single one of my words. Nothing. He just continued to carry me, through the basement and up the stairs, dropping me unceremoniously on my backside.

"Ah, there's our little fairy. You smell most delicious my dear. I can't wait to taste you," Russell Edgington sneered not five feet away from me.

Good heavens, I knew I shouldn't have trusted Eric.

A/N: I'm shooting for once a week, but we'll see how that goes. Sorry I didn't make it as far as this weeks episode did, but things are going to go differently. I didn't quite make it as far as I wanted to in this chapter, mostly cuz Sookie's brain wouldn't shut the hell up. I guess after watching 10 epi's of her not using it, I'm over compensating now. Oops! Also, since this story will be told from Sookie's POV, there will be scenes missing. Don't worry, the main details will be told to Sookie as the story progresses.

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