Author's Note: I am sorry it took so long to write the second part to this but I didn't want to force it. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first chapter.

And I do see this spinning off into another story into the future AFTER i finish my other two

Charlaine Harris created the world, I like to play in it


My Viking and I spent the next few minutes worshipping each others lips with divine kisses. He then carried me over to the bed, playfully tossing me the last few feet, causing me to bounce up and down several times.

Kneeling next to the bed beside me he said, "My lover, never again will I let a day pass without you by my side. I would like to prepare a few things for a proper bonding."

Then he informed the that he was going to alert Pam to his return. I wondered for a moment if he had purposely come and told me first or if coincidence because I was in his bedroom.

He kissed my forehead softly before staring into my eyes for a quick moment and then he glided out the door, sending me one last glance full of desire, before he shut the door.

I stretched lazily across the bed. I didn't have a clue what he had to prepare but I didn't really care. I was floating on a cloud and was too busy rejoicing in the knowledge that Eric was alive ( or at least still on earth) too care about anything else.

As I lay relishing in my euphoric state, Pam crept into the room and slide under the covers beside me. I noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes that she had on when she brought me here. Pam had obviously been equally as bereaved as myself. Her face, was drawn, thin and even paler than usual.

We wrapped our arms around each other, out of mutual relief. Then she smiled at me, it was the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face that didn't include fang.

"It is wonderful is it not Sookie? Eric is fine, DeCastro is dead and apparently Victor Madden has a soul."

"And thank God for that," I almost whispered.

"Yes" She became equally as quiet and still for a few moments.

Then she continued, "Sookie, I hope you and my master can find happiness together now. I would hate for this revelation of yours to fade and the two of you return to your previous states of denial."

I smiled at her thinly veiled threat.

"No Pam, I won't do that. I didn't really understand my feelings until I thought he was gone. Now that I have him back I don't plan on going anywhere or letting him go anywhere for that matter."

Nodding her head, she smirked.

"Good, I am glad for that. I don't think I could stand his sullen moods anymore."

She wrinkled her nose as she said the last sentence as if the thought of Eric moping was downright distasteful.

I laughed loudly at the look on her face. It felt wonderful to laugh. I had been so stricken over the loss of Eric that I never thought I would smile again, let alone ring out with laughter.

"How will you and Eric get your bond back?"

Her eyes narrowed slowly, "Our bond will never be what it was. The bond between child and maker is unique. So I believe our bond will be much like that between humans and vamps."

"So it'll be like the bond Eric and I had?"

Pam hesitated, "No, I don't think so."

"What do you mean?"

Just as she opened her mouth to answer me, a lovely strong voice interrupted our little share time.

"I have found few things as beautiful as I find my two women, the two beings that mean the most to me in the world, laying side by side."

Eric was in the doorway, casually leaning against the frame, his arms crossed over his chest. His head was cocked to one side, a small smile on his lips. My heart seemed to float freely inside my chest at the sight of him.

We must have looked quite the sight. Laying on the bed side by side, facing each other, we had flung one arm around the other. Our equally unkempt wild blond heads sat inches from each other. They unwashed snarls tangling together.

We had been sisters in grief, now one could feel the joy sweeping from our bodies. One didn't need a bond with us to notice how elated we were.

Pam turned her face to look at him. Happiness and relief flashed over her face. Even with Eric having been gone for a few minutes she had already begun to feel the gnawing where her connection with Eric used to be. She would not be at ease again until they had re-bonded. I could tell that having lived over 300 years, with her always sensing his presence and knowing his feelings. I knew she felt twice as naked and exposed without the bond. Pam's bond with Eric had always been a way to communicate and ensure one another's safety.

Pam kissed my forehead and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me for a moment.

"You two make sure you have an enjoyable evening."

I smirked at her, acknowledging her reminder of our previous conversation.

"Don't worry Pam. I'm not letting him get away ever again." This I thought to myself.

She made her way towards Eric, walking through the threshold she was about to nod towards him when she changed her mind. Stepping on her tiptoes she laid one hand on his cheek and gave him a feather light kiss on the other.

"I am so glad you are safe and have returned to us Eric."

Both Eric and I were stunned momentarily. I knew Pam had great affection for him, whether she admitted to it or not, but I had never seen her exhibit such emotion towards anyone. But if anyone meant anything to her, it was My Viking.

Eric smiled gently down at her. He quickly squeezed her with one arm and kissed the top of her head with an air of paternal care.

Then, as if her vamp nature switched on, she removed her hand from his face and crossed her arms. A look of amusement and hunger crossed her face.

"Well I haven't fed properly for days so unless there is anything else you need Master, I will return to my home"

"No Pam, that will be all. But thank you, again, for taking care of Sookie and for bringing her here."

She nodded and disappeared out the door.

Eric came to the side of the bed quickly and kneeled down. He took one of my hands in his and I stared up in his eyes, once again overcome with relief that I was able to look into them again.

"My love, I have prepared everything. Would you care to take a shower and change into this?" He lay a folded up piece of peach colored clothing beside me, it seemed to be some sort of slip.

I smirked up at him.

"What? Do I stink or something?"

He smiled and leaned over towards me, rubbing a hand up and down my bare legs. He inhaled deeply against my neck then tilted his head back to look down into my eyes.

"No, you smell as beautiful and wonderful as you always do. But you smell of grief, heartache and tears and I would enjoy brushing my fingers through your hair and that would not be possible in its current state."

I reached a hand up to touch my hair and felt the oily tangles that a few days ago had been my much healthier locks.

"Ewwwww," I was embarrassed that I had let Eric seen me like this.

His eyes sparkled with humor ,"Nothing a shower won't remedy my darling."

He stood up then, holding his hand out for me to take. I took it without hesitation and he led me to the bathroom.

I watched him move around the room, preparing things for me. He pulled out a couple of large candy apple red towels and I rolled my eyes, typical Eric with his vampire red.

He turned on the shower for me and he tested the temperature with his hand. I was inexplicably touched by this gesture.

Turning towards me when the heat of the water was to his satisfaction, he engulfed me in his arms and began nuzzling my neck and ear.

"I will wait in the bedroom for you lover. When you are finished we will have our rebonding."

He laid a quick and passionate kiss at the base of my neck, nipping a tiny bit. Promising me of future fun for that spot,

I enjoyed the shower immensely. It was relieving and it gave me time to think of all the feelings I had towards Eric, without the bond to obscure the understanding of my emotions. Every thing seemed so crystal clear now.

I loved him.

I LOVED him.

I loved HIM.

I had had but a glimpse at what would happen to me, to my psyche, if I lost him for good. I had laid in a stupor, wallowing my own grief and stupidity, for what had seemed like forever but Pam had informed me, that in fact, it had only been two days since I had awoken to that insurmountable pain in my chest.

I couldn't even begin to imagine the rest of my life, if he had been gone for good.. More than likely I would have lost my will and wasted away, slowly and painfully.

Getting out of the shower, I rubbed myself dry with the towels Eric had given me and towel dried my hair. I made sure to pull a brush through my hair, unraveling all the nasty snarls.

Reaching for the slip Eric had given me, I admired it closely. It would definitely be short, wouldn't even cover my tush. Which was already exposed because I had no change of underwear. But I mean really if I wore some, I knew how they would end up. And I was sick of crying over ripped panties, so it was best to go without at this point as far as I was concerned.

The lovely peach colored silk seemed to almost shimmer. It was as smooth and as cool as My Vikings skin, but it resembled more my skin tone. As I slipped it over my head, loving how it felt against my skin, I realized how naked I would already look in this, but I didn't care. The neckline dipped low, revealing the valley between my breasts. I shuddered thinking about how his tongue would feel when it licked that spot. I went back into the bedroom, pausing just past the doorway.

Eric was standing by an open pair of previously curtained glass balcony doors. The moon glowed down on him. It enveloped him in its eerie beams and he seemed to positively radiated light.

The soft breeze that blew through the window made his hair flutter gracefully around his alert and elegant face. He stood with his hands in the pockets of his black dress slacks. They hugged his rear end perfectly. I felt that oh so familiar warmth beginning to build between my legs.

"Eric"

It was barely audible to my own ears, but I knew he would hear me.

He turned, so slowly, not evening turning his whole body, just his head and chest mainly. But that might be because he froze as soon as his eyes swept over me and they became heavy with his lust.

His eyes began their journey at my bare feet. I curled and stretched my toes at his inspection. One side of his lips curled heavenwards as his eyes continued up my legs, past my knees. He paused on my thighs and the other side of his lips curled up, his face now armed with his (without a doubt)sexiest smirk.

I used to hate that smirk, wanted to slap it off his face half the time, now I thought of a million different ways to make it reappear.

He took in the silky slip that was barely covering a thing.

His fangs ran down slowly, a near silent hiss escaped his lips.

Snapping his eyes to meet mine he spoke, "Come here Sookie."

His tone, was serious, sexy, full of purpose and a thing to be feared, respected and obeyed. So I did, but not without sending him my sexiest shimmy. In response, he licked his lips, his eyes staring at the patch of golden curls that peeked from the hem of the slip during my little hip-shake.

When I came within snatching distance, he did so, wrapping me completely in his embrace. His hold on me was like granite, wrapped in the most expensive and smoothest velvet. I rubbed my cheek against the bit of naked skin peeking out from beneath is half unbuttoned white dress shirt.

He pulled me onto the balcony and when we came to the balustrade, he gestured below us with a tilt of his head. I craned my neck over his arm that was halfway blocking my view.

I hadn't taken in a single thing when Pam had brought me here and now I was happy I hadn't.

There was a huge pool in his backyard. Surrounding the pool were torches on large poles, the flames whipping madly in the wind, beckoning to me.

Thousands of little golden fairy lights hung and dangled from the marble columns that surrounded the pool.

"Its beautiful Eric." I looked up at him and saw the magical lights reflected in his dark sapphire eyes. I was lost in them and I didn't care.

He lowered his head slowly to mine, keeping his eyes locked on mine. I was unable to pull my gaze from his.

His lips met mine with a light touch, as if he was testing it.

The instant I felt his kiss, my heart leapt up into my throat.

"I love you, Eric."

He froze, his lips barely touching mine, his eyes burning into mine. Questioning me.

"Do you mean it Sookie?"

"Yes Eric. With the bond removed I know how I feel now. How I really feel. I was stupid for letting the bond confuse me. I do Eric. I love you and I don't care anymore what that means, what damage that might do or what power you might have over me for saying it. But I do."

He arched an eyebrow at me and smiled.

"It is you with the power. You with the power over me. I cannot help but protect you, want to care for you, love you."

Wait! Did he just? But he didn't actually….

His hand cupped the back of my neck and he licked my lips slowly.

"I love you too, my Sookie, my lover."

Then quite unexpectedly he scooped me up in his arms. This caused me to squeal, as my bare bottom was now exposed to the world, but he just squeezed one cheek gently and hopped up on the balustrade with me in his arms. Of course I squealed again, a bit louder this time, his smile just got bigger and he leapt up off the balcony.

He rocketed us in the sky and I clutched at his shirt and squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel the wind whipping around my naked legs and I whimpered against his chest.

He murmured soft caressing words in my ear, in that language of his that he usually reserved for the throes of passion.

I peeked out from one eyelid and saw that we weren't that far above his home. He was just circling his house. I realized he was enjoying the sensation of flying with me in his arms and I chose to go along with it, relaxing in his arms, looking around.

He seemed to love my openness to his ability for he started laying kisses up and down my neck as we floated back down towards the earth.

We walked by the pool, him having to duck under fairy lights every now and then. He carried me over to a large round comfortable looking chair for two. I vaguely remember Amelia saying something about wanting to get one of these, what were they called? Papasan!

Setting me down in the plush cushions, I sunk down comfortably and watched him turn to walk to a small nearby table retrieving, what I could tell, a knife with about a 6 inch blade. The blade was thin and narrow, almost like a letter opener, but much more lethal. He came back towards me and set the knife on the table directly next to the chair I was occupying.

He stood in front of me and unbuttoned his shirt, his eyes lovingly looking into mine. Loving yes, but with a very strong undertone of lust.

Pulling his arms from the sleeves he flung the shirt to the side. He slithered in next to me and I wrapped my arms around him, needing him close to me.

Gently he pushed me away and cupped my chin in his hand.

"My lover I would like to have our exchange now and I would like to say something to you first."

I nodded, knowing that if Eric wanted to take this opportunity to share his feeling then I should listen.

The blue of his eyes seemed to swirl with clouds, his emotions were almost overpowering himself.

"My Lover, My Sookie. I swear that from this day forth your life, your safety, your heart is as important as mine own. I take your blood with the desire and need to reestablish our bond that can only be described as a hunger. I need our bond Sookie. I have never felt this troubled and it is all because I cannot feel the humming of your life in our bond."

With that he lowered his head and gently slid his fangs in the spot he had marked earlier. I felt the flash of pain for only an instant then it was replaced with the joy of knowing that soon our bond would be back, we would have to do this several times but I was looking forward to it.

Blood exchanges with My Viking were the most erotic experiences I had ever had. Even when I had exchanged blood with Bill it had never felt like this. With Eric it was as our bodies and blood were in moving unison with each and the universe.

His lips were clamped tightly against my flesh, I felt the strong suckling as he drew in my life force. My fingers clung to his back, my fingernails biting into his flesh. I felt his very much aroused member pressing against my thigh and I moaned with need.

He drew in one last mouthful, removed his fangs and licked the little puncture wounds, sending a fresh batch of desire surging between my thighs. I writhed up against him, pressing his arousal into my thigh almost painfully. He groaned and clenched my arms tightly in response.

As quick as only he can be he, pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling his thighs with mine, and he had retrieved the knife and was about to slice a slit on his throat for me to drink from, when I touched his hand gently to stop him.

He looked at me, confused and panic ran across his face momentarily. As if the thought of drinking his blood had changed my mind.

I put my hand on his chest, "No Eric. You got to say something. I want to say something. It only seems like the thing to do."

He let of a gust of relieved breathe, which wasn't necessary but quite a human reaction. His face relaxed and the smirk returned.

"Of course lover. Please go ahead." He stroked a strand of hair from my face and I sighed. Here goes nothing.

"Eric, I take your blood without regret or fear, with nothing but love, desire and trust for you in my heart. I will trust you to protect me and keep myself and our love safe for all time. I need you, I love you. I could not bare to lose you ever again."

When I had begun to speak, red tears began to fill Eric's eyes, they threatened to spill and it almost made me stop speaking. But thankfully they didn't and when I finished my own little vow he shook his head gently and then kissed me.

This kiss was deep and torturous. It lit every sinful desire inside of me, promising me satisfaction, but that I had to be patient, all in good time my dear.

With a movement to quick for me to see, Eric slice a cut in his throat and his blood began to trickle from the wound, one drop began sliding down his neck and I watched it for an instant.

Then I was attached to his neck, having taken that drop into my mouth first, before latching my lips to the wound.

As I drank I felt his hands moving, rubbing, teasing, up my thighs. Their final destination obvious. Just as I was drawing in one last time, I felt his fingers slide into me. I threw my head back and moaned, grinding my hips down against his hand.

His thumb ran teasingly over my nub, causing me to arch my back and push my chest against him. Then he ran his tongue raggedly over that spot between my breasts and I tangled my hands in his hair, urging him to my breasts.

He took one nipple in his mouth, while his other hand massaged my other with an almost brutal force that just made me more wild with desire. I felt a tiny pinprick where his mouth was claiming my breasts and I knew he was drinking from me again, only a small amount, but he could not help himself.

One of my hands scrambled for his waistband and I fumbled with the button before he raised his head, licked my nipple softly, and looked up at me. He took my shaking hand in his free one, his other still busy circling two fingers inside my hot center.

He undid the button for me and I heard the zipper as he pulled it slowly down. A beautiful sound if I ever heard one.

My had crept back to where our writhing bodies met. I wrapped my fingers around his member, I had almost forgot how glorious it was.

When my fingers touched him, Eric lets his head fall back, his eyes rolling into his head.

"Look at me lover," I whispered in his ear.

His head snapped back up, as well as his eyelids. A not at all innocent smirk on his face.

Then, as if punishment, for stealing his line, he lowered me onto him, allowing me to adjust only momentarily before thrusting into me further.

A primal growl escaped from his throat while I whimpered softly against his shoulder. His arms were wrapped around my back pulling me as closely to him as possible, while also allowing for him to have control over my body.

He thrust into me sharply with his preternatural speed, my body jerking in eager response. He seemed to fill me utterly, not just my throbbing center, but everything, my head, my skin. He filled my veins, my bones, my soul.

With one hand he ripped the slipped down the center, revealing my creamy torso to him. He explored it with one hand while he kept the other firmly wrapped around my back, gripping a shoulder, grinding me down onto him.

His fingers danced across my flesh, sweetly and lovingly while his gracious plenty was a paradox of this. The two different pleasures were such a juicy contradiction.

I could feel my climax building, begging for release after so long being kept dormant. I threw my head back and cried out with pleasure.

"Eric! Yes!, You're incredible."

I stared into the clear night sky. A million stars seemed to be watching us, winking at us beckoning us on. It was a beautiful night and I couldn't remember ever having seen a night sky as beautiful as this.

"Look at me." He hissed and I snapped back to reality.

Looking into his eyes, I saw the beautiful night sky and stars reflected in his blue pools. He was beautiful and I couldn't remember ever having seen a man as magnificent. Nor had I been more sure of my love for any man, THIS man.

I had no idea if our bond was at all established yet, but I experimentally focused and projected as much desire and love towards Eric as I could muster, which to say was a lot.

"Sookie," he gasped, "I love you my angel."

His words triggered my spiraling quest into the deepest recesses of reality and our universe. The pleasure and desire that had been building for months and months came to a head and we both clutched at each other while we found our release simultaneously.

We let our bodies lay in a quivering mass for a few moments. He did not breathe, but his body still shuddered from the pleasure of his release. I was desperately trying to catch my breath.

Soon the quivers caused by our passion was replaced by shivers from the night air brushing against my skin that was damp with sweat.

I didn't say a word, but he stood, our bodies still attached and quickly flew us up back to his bedroom. He lowered us down into the bed together, pulling the sheets over my shoulders as he did so.

"Eric do you know-" But I broke off, wary of wishful thinking.

He stroked me cheek and brushed his thumb across my tense lips, causing them to instantly soften.

"Yes, my lover. I felt you. I felt your chill, your need for warmth. I felt you through the bond. Within an exchanged or two you will be to sense me again I think."

I looked at him dreamily and then began showering his face with kisses.

"Eric I am so happy you can feel me. I felt incomplete when the bond was taken out. I am starting to feel a little better."

He kissed me passionately then, his tongue scorching mine with a shared ferocious passion.

"My lover, I too felt incomplete without the bond. Only with our re-bonding and being able to have you at my side, will I feel whole again."

I had no idea what lay ahead for Eric and I. Would Victor Madden stay friend or would he turn foe? Would he now become jealous of the bond Eric and I had or would he protect us? And would we be able to live in peace? Would I be able to just love Eric and him love me and we wouldn't have to worry about the whole crazy world that surrounded us?

I doubted it, but for some reason I had a feeling we would both be equal to any task that presented itself.