A/N: I apologize for taking about 4 months to throw anything on the Web. Kudos to Charlaine and her wonderful characters and thanks for letting us have our wicked ways with them! Again all, I will try to get this story on a more even keel from now on! Thanks for reading.

Chapter 6 Wednesday Evening and Victor Goes too Far

Eric opened the door and Pam had the strangest look on her face.

"Master, it seems I can't come in. What have you done?" inquired Pam, her eyebrow crooked.

"Try to come in," challenged Eric raising his brow in the same fashion.

"I can't," said Pam getting annoyed.

"Try harder!" Eric said, laughing.

"It's impossible…it's like this house isn't…" then it donned on her and her gazed fell on me. "You gave your house to Sookie?"

"I gave the house to my wife, yes," grinned Eric who looked over at me. He blew me a little kiss and winked.

I felt playful. "I want to try something out," I said, doing a little grinning myself. "Eric Northman, I rescind your invitation!" Out backed Eric. I jumped away from his grasp before he was able to get me. He fumed on the other side of the threshold.

"Sorry, I just had to do that," I guffawed at him. "I won't do it again, I swear!"

"Listen honey," said Pam to me in her courteous matronly drawl, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the reason I am here is because Victor is on the way over to read Eric the riot act for leaving the state without his knowledge. He's been following you and was, let's say very angry," said Pam with air quotes, "when you two left right under his nose. The vamp spy he had watching you has been permanently relieved of his duty, if you catch my meaning. Eric, you better hide Sookie and Eric you'd better be on your guard, he's pissed."

"Sookie, invite us both in, but Pam, you better leave…I don't want you in the middle of this, for obvious reasons."

As quickly as I could, I said, "Eric Northman, my husband, I invite you into my home. Pamela Ravensclaw, my friend and step-daughter, I invite you into my home," I said formally to them both, bowing per vampire custom. No sense doing anything half-assed.

Pam grinned at me and winked quickly, then took off per Eric's instructions. Eric came in immediately and kissed me. "I love it when you call me your husband. If we weren't in so much trouble, I'd take you into our bedroom and fuck you senseless for that rotten trick," he smirked.

"Hey, no potty mouth allowed in my humble abode…you never know I might rescind your invitation again!"

"I'll be good, now go—hide."

"What about my scent? Can't he smell that I'm here?"

"Good point, lover, but there's no sense rubbing his nose in it, now scoot, but before you do, whisper an invitation to Victor to let him in. He doesn't need to be here to hear it. If things get ugly, rescind his invitation. He'll never know what hit him."

I ran and hid in the bathroom behind Eric's shower curtain and listened. For a long time there was nothing to hear, just a lot of low rumbles that men make when they are talking in confidence, and then the conversation heated up a little more.

"Victor—I didn't even see Felipe when I went…" an aggravated Eric was saying for the tenth time.

"You met with him behind my back you underhanded weasel. You are trying to undermine me at every turn. I should have staked you when I had the chance, but I thought we had an understanding."

"The only understanding that we have is that I have sworn fealty to the King of Nevada and we both work for him, in different capacities. I had no argument with you until you took my wife and nearly had her killed."

"Your wife? Are you still trying to play that marriage card? I'm the only witness to your wedding and the king will never fully recognize your marriage without my sworn word. You may have beaten me at my game on that day, Eric, but I think I showed you the price for your actions. Sookie Stackhouse is now a card in my back pocket and you're going to have to play my way from now on way unless you want me to exercise my rights in the name of our king and take her to serve under him."

"That will never happen! Sookie is my wife. You witnessed our ceremony. You are bound by the same laws that I am and I have every right—"

"Every right to what, Eric? Call me out? Challenge me to a duel? Demand restitution? Oh wait, you tried that and Felipe wasn't biting. Now, I am going to tell you what is going to happen from this moment forward. You're going to stop going behind my back. You and your child will be reporting your movements to me daily. You're not to leave Shreveport without my knowing about it. You're forbidden to go to Bon Temps. You and Pam are not to speak with Sookie Stackhouse again. You're not to visit with Sookie Stackhouse under any pretense. Sookie Stackhouse will be under my personal protection from now on and I will be utilizing her unique abilities for my own profit. You know Eric, she's the only reason you are alive right now. She was the jewel in your crown and now she's going to be the jewel in mine."

"I'll kill you if you touch my wife Victor!"

"Temper, temper Eric, and watch those idle threats…" there was a pause and I wasn't sure what Victor had done, but he began to chuckle devilishly. Before Eric could respond, if he was going to, Victor said, "I'll be in touch, Eric. I'll be a sport and let you tell Sookie Stackhouse that I require her presence for a meeting tomorrow at your bar. Who knows, maybe we'll hit it off as well. I hear she has a thing for vampires."

I'd heard enough and felt enough anger flowing through the bond to react. I quietly whispered, "Victor Madden, I rescind your invitation," at the same time Eric was getting ready to threaten Victor physically. I heard Eric's punch hit Victor like a side of beef and I came out of the bathroom and through the bedroom to peer through the crack in the door to see Victor staggering backward, reeling from not only Eric's capable punch, but also my well placed reverse invitation. I wanted to come out and laugh at victor, but I waited for Eric to close the door and come find me.

"I'm sorry Eric, I tipped our hand that I was here, didn't I?"

"Yes my darling wife," Eric said with his lips twitching, "but it was worth it! The look on Victor's face when I struck out at him after his little speech was priceless enough, but when he kept right on walking," and Eric burst out into such a fit of laughter that I could see red tears forming in the corners of his eyes, "that was just priceless."

"So you're not mad at me then?"

"No Sookie Northman. Not at all." And for the next couple hours he proceeded to show me how not mad at me he really was.