Thank You all very much for all of your reviews! Including Favorites and Followers! I'm so happy that you love this story. Even though I'm using True Blood characters, but this story is my creativity along with borrowing some concepts from a television show and a movie.

Luckily I was such in a creative mood for this story that I got another chapter out! So enjoy! Don't worry about the Gift from Sookie to Save Eric. I didn't abandon it. I just got excited about this story that came to my head!

Characters belong to Charlene Harris and Alan Ball.

As Sookie went back inside the house, she stood there looking around. The cops were gone and the only thing that is considered evidence was the note card. She still looked around...silence. Not a single creak, snap, or any other minor noise. Sookie jumped a little when the grandfather clock had rung again. She still felt a little bit freaked out about the whole thing. Sookie knows she wouldn't be able to sleep at all tonight.

She realized that she never really looked around the house. Now with an intruder or stalker around, she better get to know the place. She grabbed the key ringer with the fifty keys and she went around and explored each room. Along the way of exploring each room, she made sure that for all rooms that had windows and doors were shut and locked.

Every room had its own purpose and uniqueness about them. Some of them were just extra bedrooms. She found the bar room, a great place for people to get together, chat, and eat. Then there was the game room with old fashioned, but still fun games such as pool, cards, checkers/chess, and even skee-ball. Sookie found an indoor pool! She never thought of having a pool on the inside of a house. Along came with the pool was a Jacuzzi. Then she found the weapons and exercise room. Every medieval weapon known was in the room. From archery, to ninja equipment, and of course many, many swords. What she can use besides the archery, was the exercise machines available. The next room was like an herbal room, every jar of different herbs. There must be at least five hundred of them! In connection to the herb room was the green house, where plants were still growing. Well as growing as best as they can. Who knows how long these poor plants haven't been taken care of? Many of the plants look dead or they're ready to die.

Then there was a room next to the herbal room and the green house...and it was locked. Sookie looked for the number on each key, none of them matched the door. "This must be one of those rooms that Gran refused to have the locks changed. Damn I really wanted to know what's inside." Of course when you can't have or see something, you want it more. Sookie left the room alone and continued to explore the others. At least that's one room she doesn't have to worry about.

As she continued her search and exploration of the house, she found a large art studio. There was not only paintings, but there was metal making and wood carving! Sookie hummed "I found Mr. Northman's workshop!" She looked around and saw some projects that weren't finished. She saw the Viking knot work on a box. It was almost done, by the way it looked. "This was Eric's!" she looked at it sadly knowing that this piece would never finish with its creator gone. It's obvious this place was available, but untouched. She didn't think her Gran even touched this area. Looking around, she wanted to carve. There was every tool known to man. "Maybe I'll start a hobby." she left the room to continue more exploring.

Then she found the library along with a study hall. Eric must have every book imaginable. This library was just as big as if you went to a local library in town, probably bigger. There was also maps and ancient scrolls tucked away in a corner of the shelf. Sookie knew she was never going to get bored ever.

The house might as well be a museum. Every time she goes through the hallways there were magnificent paintings, mostly portraits, including some artifacts that are in a glass case. One of the paintings she saw, was a young man that looked like he was sixteen, was carrying an ancient native weapon. Like Eric's portrait his eyes followed too. "Must be the same artist." she looked at the label in front GODRIC. Also like Eric's portrait has that Latin incantation as well. "Unbelievable! These people really believe in summoning spirits from paintings!" In fact as she looked the whole hallway of portraits and they all have the same incantation. Sookie shrugged and continued to the next room.

Then there was a room with double doors. As she opened them, she gasped. There was a Ballroom! It was huge and beautiful. If she wanted to have a ball at the house, she actually could! This house was made not only for inspiration of the arts but to entertain guests. The way Eric Northman set up the place was amazing to Sookie and it was all hers!

Sookie was in awe with the house she lives in. It took her a whole hour just to go through them all. Except a couple of rooms that were permanently locked. She finally felt more relaxed, for she's seen everything and there was no one around. She didn't even hear a noise from a distance. Sookie felt like this was the ultimate dream house.

On the table were the two old leather books that Mr. Cataliades had left for her from her Gran. Sookie went to them, she completely forgot about them. She opened one and smiled for they were her old recipes of her delicious foods. Now she just needs to learn how to do them. She put that one down and picked up the other...than the phone rang.

Sookie dropped the book and picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Ms. Stackhouse please."

"This is she."

"Hello Ms. Stackhouse, this is officer Johnson. Me and my team were the ones who searched your house a couple of hours ago."

"Yes. What can I do for you officer?" Sookie hoped there will be more information about the intruder.

"Not much Ms. Stackhouse. We ran fingerprints and we even put the note under black light. There's not a trace of fingerprints on the card, except yours." Sookie's heart sank. Whoever is playing with her, is good of covering tracks. This person had been doing this for a while. "Ms. Stackhouse are you still there?"

"Yes. Sorry. Isn't obvious officer Johnson that this person had been doing this for a long time. I mean he goes in and out of my house without me hearing him and leaves no trace of evidence with the stuff he leaves behind ."

"Well we still have to talk to Mr. Cataliades, maybe him or someone in his firm might give us a heads up. I'll call you again when we're done with him."

"Okay. Goodbye."

"Goodbye Ms. Stackhouse." Then they both hung up at the same time. Sookie stood there in a numbing state. She couldn't there's not one trace of evidence the cops couldn't find. She went into the living room to sit and trying to think of what can she do.

She looked up at Eric's portrait and there was a slight change again. One of his arms is holding his head with and had a concern look on his face. Sookie's heart sped up again. Now she knew for certain that there was nobody here. She looked in every room today except the sealed locked ones. There was no noise from anywhere else as she was looking around. Including the police were here earlier! There's no way for a person to have the guts to mess with her when law enforcement is involved! So how can a painting move?!

Then she thought of the incantation from last night. Did it actually work? Then Sookie decided that tonight, as long as it takes she's going to keep watching the painting all night. If someone is messing with her, the person will come out eventually. With determination, she knew what to do tonight. Watch the painting!

Sookie got one of Eric's swords, some food, and the phone right by her. She just sat on the couch that's right next to the painting. She didn't want to move for anything. She didn't care how bored she was, or how long it was going to happen. She was going to stare at the painting until she sees a change.

It's been a half an hour and Sookie was already bored out of her mind. But her mind was made up as to be awake the whole night until there's a change. Sookie just stared into Eric's icy blue eyes, hoping that maybe he'll blink.

One hour went by...nothing. Maybe if she sang badly on purpose he'll cover his ears. She started to sing ABBA'S Dancing Queen " You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen/ Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine/You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life/ See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen." Again nothing. Then she started to sing in a shouting manner "You're a teaser, you turn 'em on/Leave them burning and then you're gone/Looking out for another, anyone will do/You're in the mood for a dance/And when you get the chance.../You are the Dancing Queen!" Once again nothing.

Second hour went by...Third hour...Fourth...Sookie's eyes began to feel very heavy. There was no change to Eric's painting. Sookie's eyes and body admit defeat, she told herself only ten minutes for her to rest her eyes. She let herself rest her eyes on the couch. Little did she know that she went to sleep within one minute.

When Sookie woke up, it was morning "Oh Damn it! I fell asleep!" she shouted in frustration with herself. She looked at the painting for any change. Yes there was, there was Eric drinking what looks like a glass of red wine, still topless. Sookie couldn't believe this. Even though she was asleep, but she was a light sleeper...any noise would wake her up. How can someone switch paintings while she was asleep? She stood in the middle of the house yelling "WHO'S HERE IN THE HOUSE?! COME OUT RIGHT NOW! I DON'T HAVE TIME OR THE PATIENCE TO PLAY YOUR GAMES! She started to have tears in her eyes from lack of sleep, stress of moving, and the anxiety of the intruder. She only looked away from the painting for two minutes, but hasn't moved from her spot.

Sookie turned around again to face the painting again. This time she was truly shocked Eric had moved again. This time he was bent over with his arms laying heavily on his legs. His hands are together, the wine was put down on the table next to him that's in the portrait. The look on his face was one with concern, like he was worried about her. "Oh... my... god!" Sookie now knew once and for all that the painting changed by itself. There was no way a person can change paintings within two minutes with her standing there!

She went to the painting more closely "Eric?" she asked in an almost whisper. Of course there was no response. Sookie went back to being frustrated. She went upstairs to change clothes. Sookie was fuming as to what's been happening to her, she felt like she was losing her mind. She went to open her new closet that she forgot to check out. She asked herself how can she not look in the closet. Closets are like a girl's best friend. When she opened it there was something strange about it. There were clothes still inside. In fact they were men's clothes. Very tailored and fashionable. They looked very expensive.

"What the hell?" Sookie took a look at the jackets and they said on the label: Property of E. Northman. "Why is his clothes still here? Didn't Gran take care of this?" She looked down on the floor and saw an object trying to hide in the corner. She bent down and crawled to it. There was a discarded black jacket and a black shirt. The jacket had a little bit of moist still on it... along with a few rose petals and some thorns. "NO FUCKING WAY! This was Eric's jacket and shirt. The same ones he wore in the painting that he no longer wears. The rose petals were the same from the roses in the vase and from the outside garden.