Dang. Im sorry guys but I have to switch to third person because my writing style is not complimented in first person. No really. It's quite cumbersome. Wanted to thank you all for the reviews, by the way, and now ONWARDS. You guys think Im moving to fast? Too slow? Just right? Send me your thoughts!

I do not own true blood, or Eric Northman. -sobs-

As soon as Bill left, those blue sapphires changed from smoldering to wild. She could almost sense that primal urge in him, could feel it rolling off of him in waves and it hit the telepath and made Sookie fall into the couch. Her delicate digits lifted to carefully rub at her temples trying to soothe the ache. Other hand remained clutching her robe tightly, she was very aware of Eric's leering eyes night eyes.

"I bought your house."

Well, there goes trying to soothe the headache. Her head began to throb, claiming her she wanted to screech and spit at him, but instead she could only manage to look indignant as Eric stepped closer to her, standing over her threateningly.

"Why?" The blonde woman asked, her voice a little sharper than she intended. "I wouldnt allow some filthy country bumpkin to take what was yours, you are mine." She probably visibly twitched more than intended, but then the woman was on her feet staring him right back in the eyes again.

"I aint anybodies! Stop with the ''you are mine,'' bullshit! It's getting old really quickly." She loped off into the kitchen then, angry, tired, and confused (about a lot of things) Sookie got a glass of water and some Tylenol in the cabinets. Popping two pills into her mouth she swallowed them before putting a hand on her hip. "Thanks for repairing my house and stuff, how much you want it back for?" She couldnt afford all of this.. immediately but she could make payments. She wasnt quite up to being in such a compromising position with Eric, but she was too polite to not be a bit thankful. Even if he was a asshole. And more importantly, it distracted her from her temper.

"It's not for sale." The vampire loped into the kitchen, leaning on the doorway with a shit eating grin on his face. And if Sookie's expression hadnt been angry enough before, steam was coming from her ears now. "It aint yours to decide in the first place!" she hissed, throwing up her hands to emphasize her rage. Eric only had the audacity to look smug. She wanted to karate chop the coffee table in half and stake him! He was so unbelievable!

"I'll sell it back to you if you agree to be mine."

"Eric did you drink some bad blood or something? Did someone finally hit you in that big stubborn head of yours? Are you deaf?"

And then she slapped him. It was like slapping a brick wall, he only absorbed it and probably tilted his head slightly on impact for her benefit. It certainly did make her feel better.

"Sookie." That voice was stern then, his face dropping back into the void of emotion, his eyes searched her's and she cringed from the brutality in them. "You need to be someone's. It is a generous offer that I will not repeat."

"No!"

He smiled at her again.

"Then get off my property.''

…. What. She looked at him, startled, before she opened her mouth to speak he held up his index finger to her lips.

"Or pay rent. It's seven hundred a month."

"You know I cant do -"

He shushed her again. And she was seething with anger, clenching her fist as if she was going to punch him directly in his arrogant sharp nose, and then pull his hair and kick him.

"OR, be my personal telepath. You will be paid six hundred hourly, work a maximum of twenty hours a week, and listed as a valuable member of my retinue. If anyone lays so much as a hand on you.." He left that sentence unopened and simply watched her reaction before continuing. "It is a simple job, you sit in Fangtasia and listen and inform me of any illegal activity." Sookie remained still, her shoulders slumped in thought, head slightly bent, and although she was staring at him she wasnt all the way there.

She debated this, she needed the money that was certain, especially if she wanted to buy this house back..

"Will I still be able to work a Merlottes?"

Eric considered this, before nodding his head.

"As long as it does not interfere with your employment with me."

And that vampire could somehow make everything he said filled to the brim with sexual innuedo. Sookie was quiet for a moment, and Eric allowed her space. He was aware she wasnt fond of him and his previous actions.

"This is too soon, I'll have to get back to you."

And If she didnt take this job she'd have to pay a arm and leg in rent, in a house that still belonged to him where he could enter whenever he wanted, along with any other vampire that came strolling along for her blood. Which was often. Already what, a few hours back and she was knee deep in crap again. Nice to know things changed. She wasnt entirely sure it was for the better.

"Take all the time you need," A switch in his voice, darker now. "I'll be waiting."

Sookie rolled her eyes. "Im sure you will." And then he was gone, a gust of wind leaving the door opened and she shivered and made her way to close it. Hoping damn well she didnt receive anymore visitors for the night, especially those of the undead.

Sookie was finally able to sit down on her couch and devote her attention to the T.V. It was then that she noticed a strange new closet next too the bookshelf. It could easily be mistaken as a simple coat closet of the like (much like the cubby in Bill's house) and she crept forward to investigate. Hey, this could come in handy.

She opened the door, carefully peeking inside to find a vacuum neatly tossed over a rug and she pulled it out. Wheeling it around for measure, and finding out it was brand new. This! Now this she would keep! She pushed it back in, looping some of the rug in it to reveal hard metal beneath.

"What the -"

The telepath threw the rug aside, fell to her knee's, and opened a latch. It flipped open horizontally, to reveal a deep dark space beneath, a cool space.

Oh HELL no.

Eric had built a hiding place in her front room.