Learning to Live Again

by Lilliana Dearing

Five years after the fairy's took Sookie she finds herself living in New York and Working as a Dancer on Broadway. She is paying the price for her foolishness and wants nothing more then to return to her lost Bonded. Will that ever occur?

7. Wakey, Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Authors Notes:

Hello everyone, I will try and make this as brief as possible but know its friggin' after four in the morning while I am writing this so I might ramble a little.

First, I want to say thank you to those of you that sent me well wishes for all of my family stuff. Your kind words moved me and my family in this very dark time. We all thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

Second, okay a few notes on the chapter. This chapter is very dark. It's kind of ironic that it coincides with this dark time in my life. There is no fluff or lemons at all in this chapter. I don't want to give anything away but there is a lot of blood and a lot of gore here so if that stuff makes you squeamish you might have issues with this chapter. Believe me it's a necessary evil for story progression. Also, there is some information within the chapter that hopefully ya'll will not get bored with, Eric rambles a bit about some things but I felt that I needed to add this so that you the reader will have a better appreciation for what is going on in the situation. Again trying not to give too much away.

Third, I had to do a ton of research on swords, sword fighting, various time periods and battle strategy for this chapter. Typically I wouldn't bother doing this, and most authors don't because they write the battles from third party perspectives, people who don't know shit about fighting but well Eric wanted to be difficult and have it written from his perspective. Damn Viking. So I had to do a ton of work to get in his head. Thank you to my lovely editor Kelsey who recommended a great site that helped me a ton. Also, if ya'll have any questions about the weapons or the strategy that I talk about or I should say Eric talks about let me know and I will answer. Days of research taught me I don't know shit about sword fighting but I got a nice little dent in it. So the things Eric does talk about during the chapter I can actually explain further if you have questions.

Fourth and finally, ya'll may have noticed that I have made several references to the Wizard of Oz in the chapters. Let me just say that move rocks! It doesn't help that my four year old watches it every single day. I actually had no intention of mentioning it all during this chapter but my poor little tired brain was editing at 4:30 in the morning and there was a scene where I couldn't resist adding it in. I giggled. It's one of my favorite bits in the whole movie. If anyone can name just where I put it in I will come up with something creative for you. Add you in the story; make up a special sex scene, something just for you. That's the challenge, the first person with the right answer wins and I will announce the winner in my author's notes at the beginning of the next chapter.

Okay that's all my poor brain can take, lots of love to all my loyal fans and don't forget to review review review, even if you have done it a million times before, you motivate me to keep going. Plus well who doesn't need there ego stroked, even big sexy 1000 year old vampires like to have their ego stroked. Hahaha. Lots of love everyone.

Lilli

Eric and Sookie – Wakey, Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

*** Eric ***

I watched helplessly as my wife walked towards Robert, she was ready to sacrifice herself for her friends and loved ones so easily. She knew that there was a possibility that Robert really didn't have Pam, Compton and her brother but she wasn't about to sit idly by and take that risk. She looked back over her shoulder at me, tears streaming down her face, but I could see the resolve in her eyes. I watched as she stuck out her chin in defiance at Robert and in that moment I couldn't be more proud and infuriated with her in my entire life. It was definitely a curious mix of emotions, I was proud that she was so brave and loyal and yet infuriated for almost the exact same reasons. She was always leaping into the fray head first without a single thought of her own safety. She never ever stopped to think just how easily her delicate human flame could be put out. I could walk this Earth for a million years and never meet anyone that could live up to her.

Robert was a fucking dead man; he just didn't know it yet. Sookie wasn't kidding when she said I was going to rip him limb from limb until he was a bloody heap at my feet. I knew the reason that Sookie didn't have an ounce of fear in her is because she knew I would rip the world apart to find her and kill our enemies. Robert picked the wrong Vampire to mess with and if he was stupid enough to harm one hair on her blonde head his death would not be a quick dismemberment. I had been around for a very, very long time and I knew a thing or two about drawing out the torture of others. Vampires in particular could endure much more before they were broken beyond repair and I didn't mean just physically. If you didn't go about it just right you could break their mind to quickly and then you lose all the fun. What good is torturing someone if they are not truly aware of what is happening to them?

I had a brief flash of remorse with the realization that I hadn't even been back eight hours and Sookie was already being attacked. From my understanding the entire time I was gone she hadn't had any incidents of torture or harm come to her. In fact she was the great peace maker and all Vampires, Ware's, Shifter's, and Human's not only respected her but went out of their way to protect her from harm. Maybe it would have been better if I stayed away, in my returning I had forced Robert's hand to act so that he could possess Sookie. I shook my melancholy off quickly, no it was the right thing to come home, and right now Sookie needed my strength and support in order to get through this ordeal.

A blinding flash of light brought me to my knees and I could just make out the shape of Sookie falling to the floor. Fuck, now what, I could feel the weight of the light pushing on my consciousness trying to force me into a slumber like state. No wonder Sookie had collapsed, if I was having to fight this hard to stay awake I could only imagine what it had done to her delicate mind. I could just make out the blurry images start to form in the middle of where the light was emanating from. The weight of the light grew and pressed on my brain trying to force me under. I felt like I was being crushed under the entire weight of the ocean. "I think that is good bonded." Came a woman's voice from one of the figures. That voice I knew that voice.

Slowly the light began to pull back and I could feel the weight slowly start to lift. The two shapes slowly started to come into focus, I rubbed at my eyes they were stinging and burning like someone had just stuck hot pokers in my sockets and tried to make scrambled eggs with them. "I am surprised to see you awake Viking." The blurry blob of a woman said. Her tone was almost laughing at me, mocking me.

"You have obviously never spent five minutes alone with him then Pythia, Eric can be very …"

"Powerful, determined, strong, amazing?"

There was a little laugh. "No more like pig headed and stubborn." Both women started to laugh and my vision finally cleared.

I looked back and for the between the two women, what the hell was going on here? "Amelia, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Saving your ass… again, I thought that would have been obvious."

I opened my mouth to ask more questions, like why was the Ancient Pythoness was here with her, and what the hell was that light, and why had the Ancient Pythoness called Amelia her bonded? A million questions buzzed in my head, I hated that everyone was ten steps ahead of me. I had never felt more impotent in my whole life. I had always had the upper hand when it came to the goings on of my surroundings. Now I was at the mercy of a little witch and the most respected figure in all of the Vampire world. I didn't like this one bit. Before I could get any of my questions out though the Ancient Pythoness raised her hand to silence me and I immediately bowed my head as a sign of respect. "We don't have time to answer all your questions Viking. The contingent of soldiers that Robert brought with him are on their way up here right now. Prepare yourself for battle young one; we must keep you and Sookie safe at all costs."

"Well fuck me," Amelia said. "I thought that between my spell and the council's foot soldiers we wouldn't have to fight Pythia."

I watched as the Ancient Pythoness smirked at Amelia and I couldn't believe that she had just gotten away with being so openly flippant and disrespectful to her. "Not everything goes just as we want it. If it did Robert wouldn't have been stupid enough to attack tonight."

"Eric, the closet in Sookie's room holds a cache of weapons; I believe you will find what you need in there." Amelia said and I turned to go before I remembered a collapsed Sookie in the middle of the room. I had been so distracted by Amelia and the Pythoness that I had forgotten about Sookie completely, and let me tell you that is no easy feat. I must have made some indication that I was going to remove Sookie from the situation and then arm myself because the Ancient Pythoness's voice boomed in clear command through the room.

"Leave her she will be fine. Go and arm yourself or all will be lost. You have precisely sixty seconds before those Wares burst through that door."

I nodded my head at her with understanding and moved as only a Vampire could back through the house and into the closet of Sookie's bedroom to retrieve weapons. There was a large black duffle bag full of various weapons of all shapes and sizes but sitting right on top was several of my ancient swords. Gods bless that woman for her forethought. I seized two of my swords from the bag in one hand and the entire bag with the other and was back out in the living room before you could say jumping jack flash is a gas gas gas.

Winning a sword fight is all about advantages and disadvantages, if you can maintain the upper hand you increase your chances of actually surviving to fight another day. I was already at an extreme disadvantage because I was going to be fighting a huge contingent of soldiers with various fighting skills and no preparation as to what kind of weaponry that they are bringing to the fight. Not to mention that my only allies were the witch and the Pythoness and their skills are also unknown variables. Then you add in the needed protection of Sookie and the small amount of space to fight in and you have one huge mess of things that possibly could go wrong. The small space could be an advantage or a disadvantage depending on how I handled it. I could maneuver it so that I was fighting fewer soldiers at one time in order to gain an upper hand.

"Amelia take Sookie and the Pythoness into the kitchen less space means fewer can come at you." I stayed in the doorway of Sookie's bedroom ensuring that a) no one could reach the cache of weapons that I have, that would serve no purpose other than to arm my enemies which I really didn't want to do; and b) fewer enemies could approach me at one time and I would not have to worry about someone ambushing me from the rear. A lot of sword fighting is all about confidence, if you are confident in yourself even if you are a novice you can take down an expert fighter if they lack the confidence to carry through.

I throw the scabbards off of the blades and about creamed my pants looking down at which two swords I held in my hands. Listen, I know it's a stupid thing to get excited over but I love a good fight and after a thousand years of fighting I am damn good at it, not to mention that it feeds my beast. Back to the subject at hand, or in hand if you don't mind the pun, I was holding my twin Damascus steel Spatha's.

First, Damascus steel is the best material a sword can be made out of, it is actually made out of multiple different kinds of iron, steel, and special powders and creates this beautiful effect of almost like water ripples all along the blade but smooth to the touch. The real beauty though behind Damascus steel though is that it's a thousand times more powerful than a regular iron or steel blade, the combination of the two creates a much stronger weapon and your chance of breaking a blade in the middle of a battle decrease dramatically. I mean really who wants to find themselves with half a sword in the middle of the big battle it's as bad as removing a man's penis in the middle of sex, very emasculating. So this weapon is not only beautiful but very deadly.

Modern Damascus steel is way different from the original, mostly because the scientists and sword smiths of today cannot figure out how the hell we did it. Now they add in small strips of metal to create the same effect of the water markings or wood like grain appearance into the metal. The problem with that is, part of the reason it was so valuable in my day, why only chieftains possessed such priceless objects was because the pattern wasn't just for show. It actually contributed to the strength of the blade, the more complicated and complex the pattern the better the blade. The less often it got dull or chipped or broken. Like I said deadly and beauty all rolled up into this little package.

A Spatha was a very commonly used sword in my original time as a human man. Its light weight no more than three pounds and at the most it is thirty six inches long at most. It was perfect for the quick ins and outs that we Vikings loved to accomplish. Get in grab the gold, chop off a few heads and limbs, and get out just as quickly. It is very, very easy to handle and in the hands of a warrior with ten lifetime's worth of experience it's extremely deadly. There are so many that oh and ahh over the Claymore or the Katana but here's the thing, the Claymore is just an over compensation for the size of a man's penis, you don't need a big sword to do big damage.

I mean really those things weigh a ton and even in a fair fight if you are wielding a smaller lighter weapon against someone with a claymore they will be dead on the ground by your hand before they are even half way through there swing. I have way more respect for the Katana but it too has its disadvantages. The fact that is razor sharp is great and all but it's only a single bladed weapon, unlike my Spatha's, so you have to do twice the work in order to inflict the same amount of damage. It's more for fancy peacocks who like to show off then for someone who really wants to bust some skulls, and spill some guts. It's an art form wielding a Katana, and for me a sword fight is never artsy, I want to get in kill my enemies and be done, so I can go home and fuck my woman.

All of these thoughts are just a flash in the pan for me; they take mere seconds to run through my brain. My attention is drawn to the doorway; I hear the thunder of the Wares a shifters approaching up the stairs. There blood pounding in there wet hearts scream to me just as loudly as the pounding of their feet. I spin the two swords forward testing there balance and familiarizing myself with their weight and the grip of the hilt.

They of course are perfection in my hands. The grip is the perfect oblong shape that allows it to stay firmly in place in my hand without any slippage. I always laugh at the Hollywood recreations of swords they always make it so that the grip on the hilt is perfectly round. Sure it is prettier but if you have a round grip the blade will slip and move in your hand allowing less power in your swing. Less power can mean the difference between your enemy being cut down and you not getting another chance to swing your weapon.

"Check the king." A manly voice shouts as he clears the platform at the end of the hall. So close now I can almost taste there heartbeats on my tongue, my feet shift in anticipation for the battle to come. I am energized at the thought of rending my enemy's limb from limb. The first of the shifter's and Ware's come into view and I am practically bouncing with eagerness for what is to come. I see two men bend over the crumpled body of Robert to check if he is alive I suppose. Idiots, if he had met his final death he most certainly wouldn't be lying on the floor of the hall. He would be nothing more than a pile of ash at my feet. Fucking morons.

The whole world seems to stop just for one moment; the earth is holding its breath in anticipation for the battle to come. I love this moment, where everything is quite before the inevitable chaos. Some warriors have told me over the years that this moment creeps them out or makes them uneasy but I always relish in it. It always is a huge signal that it is going to begin and that blood will be spilt. Even before I was turned this moment where everyone and everything seems to sit up and take notice that something BIG is about to happens makes me calm and focused.

No more time for stagey or planning when you reach this moment, all that is left is action. A good fight is often quick, ending in mere seconds of time; you will no longer have time to think when you reach this point of no return of eerie calm. When you reach this point you know it will either be you or your enemy's blood on the battlefield. One victor will come out ahead and there is nothing you can do to stop the inevitable. The dice have been thrown and hopefully you will come out with a yahtzee. In this moment I can focus on the fact that I will come out victorious I always know. I am the winner of this game, and there isn't any more anticipation or stress of what might be all there is left is the now. All that is left is just me, my skills, and my sword the rest is up to fate and Gods to decide.

Less than a heartbeat later the room erupts into its inevitable chaos just like always. The Ware's and shifters poor through the small doorway like an angry swarm of bees. It is almost comical in the fact that they are getting stuck in the doorframe because too many are trying to push through at once. Assess the situation Northman, no visible weapons, morons, and none have shifted completely, double morons. They are all cocky and overly confident, they know that they are battling one vampire and they think this will be too easy. I have never seen anyone go in so ill prepared for a battle before, triple morons. Robert's form begins to stir and the wares just stand in the small living room with indecision, clearly there are no brains in this group. They are unable to make a decision without their leader. I couldn't help but laugh at them, they reminded me of those cartoon swarms of bees that are shaped like a huge hand ready to crush or swat there enemies but are so stupid they can never make up their minds on which way to go. "Kill Northman and the witch, grab the girl." Robert croaks unsteadily from his spot on the floor.

I guess that clenched their decision the majority of the group parted from the rest moving towards Sookie and the rest came at me. The closer they came the more there stench filled my nose and my eyes almost watered with the foulness of it. How Sookie ever managed to surround herself with these creatures I never understood. I could smell the wet animal stench that permeated from there every pore; I could smell the wildness of their beasts. It was disgusting to me. The first two rushed me quickly and I made quick work of them, I slashed the first's head right off his shoulders sending it sailing across the room to smash through Sookie's beautiful big screen television. The second was in just the right position that as I followed through with the swing on the first I was able to cut the second's belly open almost all the way to his spine. He collapsed instantly to the floor his stomach, intestines, and other vital organs spilling everywhere and the room was now filled with the acrid smell of stomach acid, the sewage stench of bowel movements and the almost irresistible tang of his coppery blood.

The next wave hesitated for a moment; I watched their blood drain from their face. Clearly they had underestimated me and they all knew now that there was a very good chance of them not surviving this encounter. I laughed loud and clear, physiological warfare is a huge part of any battle, unnerve your enemy, put them on edge and they are more prone to make mistakes, my laughter resounded of the walls and was amplified perfectly over and over again pounding its way into their tiny little brains. I glance very quickly over to make sure that Amelia and the Pythoness are faring well and so far all seems to be well with them. Amelia is dropping them like flies as they approach with what can only be described as invisible chains. If they are managing to get through they seem to be bouncing off some kind of invisible shield that is protecting the three women. Amelia is sweating and trembling slightly but doing well for now. I will have to make quick work of these fools. No time to savor the bouquet as some wine coinsures like to say.

I turn back to the next wave and this time four fools dare approach me, at least these fools were a tad smarter and approached me slower than the first two. "If you leave now, I promise I will not hunt you down. If you leave now, I will forget you were ever here trying to harm me or my bonded, but if you don't I will kill you just like your two pals there." I nodded at the lifeless bodies at my feet. "I will do so swiftly and without remorse. Now is your chance boys, take it or leave it."

Clearly they were leaving it because they all rushed me quickly. Again, fucking morons. I fleche past the first slashing my sword in an upward motion and catching him just at his ribs and pulling my sword out of his flesh just at his opposite shoulder blade. A smirk goes onto my face but I have no time to admire my work of this man's body slowly sliding apart. I spun quickly and took the next ones head off with an expert slash from behind. The third had caught up with my movements and lunged at me and I dropped to the floor and brought my blade up between his legs and gutted him from crotch to sternum, not a clean death but effective in dropping him out of the way. The final man didn't even have a chance to react because I spun on knees and took his legs off toppling him instantly to the floor; I quickly stabbed him through the heart. Can't leave anyone behind it always bites you on the ass later.

Six down ten to go that are coming after me, and I notice another ten that are still actively attacking the Pythoness and Amelia. "Viking Sword!" Pythia shouts. Without a thought, as to how is she going to catch it or how is she going to effectively fight being that she's fucking blind, I throw her the sword in my right hand. I watch as it arcs across the room and she catches it perfectly. Fuck that woman is amazing.

Amelia falls to her knees, her whole body trembling from the output of magic. "I can't hold on much longer Pythia."

"You must dear one, you must." I needed to end this now. I rolled backwards reaching into the bag without a thought and out comes one of my favorite weapons of all times, a single handed ball flail. Nasty little piece of work too, it wasn't one of those pussy one's that had no spikes or ridges, it was beautiful, it had a spiral of razors that stuck out about four inches from the main ball itself, not to mention huge spikes periodically placed along those razor sharp ridges. I know this isn't one of my pieces which means Sookie must have acquired it at some point, Gods I loved that woman. Who else could make my cock twitch with a piece of very medieval weaponry?

With the flail in one hand and my sword in the other I set to work dispatching the final wares. I swung the flail at my side; I concentrate on the heavy whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh as it picks up speed. It's always most effective the faster it is swung. The remaining ware's surround me in a half circle ready to rush me all at once, after seeing what I did to the other's they are not so keen at coming at me in small numbers. "Ten on one hardly seems fair boys; maybe you should scamper on home now, to piss on trees or firehydrent's or whatever it is that you mongrels do."

This had the desired effect that I was looking for because the first one rushed me preemptively, with a flick of my wrist I let the ball fly and it connected with his head. I watched with joy as his entire face slid sideways as the metal ball cracked open his skull killing him instantly. "Who's next?" I laugh. With a collective roar the remaining ware's all rush me and I fly into action. If I were a mere human I could never come out of this alive, one man versus nine wares is a daunting task. I am no human though I am VAMPIRE! I let out my own Viking battle cry and fly into action.

I take out the next two quickly with the flail, breaking the skull of the first and lodging it in the chest of the second. Unfortunately that is the end of the flail because it is quite stuck in the pathetic creatures ribs and I don't have time to fuss with pulling it free. I switch my sword quickly into a two handed grip cutting the third ware in half and lopping off the head of the fifth. Somehow one of them managed to get behind me and he jumped on my back ripping into my shoulder with his half formed muzzle. I feel the muscle tearing away from the bone and I let out a shout as I reach behind me pulling the Ware from my back and break his neck.

The last two decide to tuck tail and run, but I was having none of that, I gave them the opportunity to leave unmolested and they chose to stay and fight. I flew forward and cut the first off at the knees, and plunged my sword into his chest. The second I tackled quickly to the ground and sank my teeth into the soft awaiting flesh of his jugular tearing out his throat and drinking him down all at the same time. The hot gush of his blood almost scalding my flesh, wares and shifters always run hot but with the heat of battle combined with the fear of death it's almost as good as fairy, almost.

I don't even have a chance though to enjoy my midnight snack because the Pythoness screams. "VIKING!!" I look up and see one last ware with Sookie in his arms hastily beating it towards Robert who is foaming at the mouth just on the other side of the doorframe. I roll to the body of the ware that has my sword in his chest and quickly lob it at the escaping scoundrels head from my crouched position on the floor. The sword sings across the space and hits true to its mark through the back of his skull. He falls forward, with Sookie still clutched tightly in his arms.

To close though, she lands to close to the door frame, and the world slows down, I watch helplessly as Robert is able to grab Sookie's wrist and pull her out of the apartment. I don't even have time to get to my feet to follow him because he pops, wait he popped?, away with his evil laugh echoing behind him. A roar escapes my lips; I fall forward pounding my fists into the floorboards shattering them like glass beneath my rage. "SOOKIE!!!!"

*** Sookie ***

I wake suddenly with a blood curdling scream on my lips, a sharp burning pain is shooting along my chest starting at my shoulder, across the top of my breast, down my sternum, and ending at the bottom of my ribs. My eyes fly open and I try to sit up only to find that I am bound at my wrists, ankles and waist to a large wooden slab. My body is stripped bare for the entire world to see and even though I am still groggy from the blinding flash of white light, I know exactly what is going on and what is going to happen. I have been here before, fuck, instinct takes over and I try to squirm free of the ropes holding me tightly in place. The only thing I manage to accomplish from this though is the sharp pain of splinters in my ass.

"Wakey, Wakey Eggs and Bakey Princess." No way was he this fucking stupid, how the hell could he do this to me. I arch my neck at an uncomfortable angle and sure enough standing behind me is none other than Robert. Fucking Robert! I trusted him, and now look at him, one small rejection and he completely lost his fucking marbles.

I take a deep breath and try to remain calm, I have done this before, and I can do it again. Eric will come, I know he will. If I can just hold on till he gets here and keep Robert calm I might even be able to avoid all the inevitable torture that is to come. My inner voice almost snorts at that thought, hey a girls got to dream right. "Robert," I said calmly "what are you doing?"

"I would have thought that would have been obvious my dear sweet Sookie." Quick as a flash he brings the knife, that I assumed he used on my first cut, down across my breasts making two clean cuts across the top of both of my nipples nearly slicing them in half. I threw my head back hitting it hard against the wooden plank lying beneath me. I close my eyes and count trying to withdraw within myself, waiting out the pain that is now spreading like fire across my breasts.

Cool finger's clench my jaw squeezing it tightly, so tightly I thought it was going to turn to dust in his hand. I open my eyes and look into what I once thought to be a beautiful face, now all that remained is ugly insanity. Maybe all vampires are like this underneath, wait no, I can't think like that. Look at Eric; look at Pam, not everyone is like this. Everyone has the potential to be evil; it's whether you choose to act on those things that make the difference. "Ah, ah, ah, my princess, I want you right here with me as I tare your body apart."

"What difference does it really make Robert; if I am quite you will torture me. If I scream you will torture me. If I beg you will torture me. I make you angry more torture, torture torture torture and more torture. No matter what I do it will not change what you are going to do to me. You might have the satisfaction of breaking my body, hell you might even have the satisfaction of finally ending my existence but I will never be yours Robert. Never! My sprit, what makes me, me, you will never truly posses, no matter what you do."

He looked shocked almost amazed by my statement. Well shit that was a first, step up ladies and gentlemen and watch the amazing Sookie as she dazzles her torture's and pleases the kiddies. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from giggling at that very random stream of thought. The mind does funny things in order to cope with reality. "Don't you want to know Sookie, why I took you, why I am going to do these things to you, what my plans for you are? How I was even able to accomplish this?"

"Not really, but if it makes you feel better please go ahead and vent. I am clearly not going anywhere at the moment." I tug a little at my bindings. "So I am listening, or I should say I have to listen, sense you have gone completely crazy Robert and brought me here for some purpose."

"Sookie" he growled "I don't think it is very wise of you to anger me in your precarious situation. If you will just yield to me we can skip this whole messy business."

"Yield to you, you got to be fucking kidding me."

"Sookie! Language!"

"Now I know you're crazy! You have me tied to a plank completely naked ready to torture me and do God knows what else to me and you're lecturing me about my language."

"Well it's not a very attractive quality."

"Are you serious?" I ask incredulously. "Yeah, cause my main concern right in this moment is all about being attractive to you and how to appeal to you." I was being sarcastic but apparently he didn't get that because a huge smile spread across his face.

"That's my good girl, you should be thinking all about the ways you can please me. If you please me I will make this so much more pleasant for you, I can give you pleasures Northman never could."

"Okay first of all, I hear this a lot from men, 'I can give you pleasure that Northman never could' please" I roll my eyes. "unless you have slept with Eric there is no possible way for you to know that. AND trust me no one could measure up to his abilities as a lover. If you had slept with Eric you would know that you could never bring me more pleasure then him. Hell we might not even be having this conversation right now because you would sweating his cock instead of me."

Quick as a flash Robert lunged forward and slammed the knife he was wielding through my left thigh, he did it with such force I felt it go all the way through and slam into the wood beneath me, pinning me to the board in yet another place. Okay maybe I went a little too far with that last bit but fuck this shit. I haven't had to endure this shit in a long time for good fucking reason, the entire Supe community had pulled together to protect me as an asset. Robert was so dead, it wasn't a matter of if it was when, and even if I am not rescued it wouldn't matter, because Robert was a dead man. Eventually he would be caught and he would be tortured ten times worse than whatever he subjects on me here and now.

I had to laugh, I laughed loud and clear, even though I was in excruciating pain I just laughed hysterically. Robert struck me hard I could feel a few of my teeth loosen and blood filling my mouth choking off my giggle fit. I turned my head and spit the blood on the floor. "What is so fucking funny you bitch?" he snarled at me.

"Oh what now I am not your beautiful Princess anymore Robert?"

"Answer me you fucking cunt!" he screamed in my face and all I could do is smile at him. He strode over to a medical tray full of all kinds of 'party favors' aka torture devices and picked up a ball peen hammer. Fuck this wasn't going to be pleasant. I closed my eyes and went to my happy place, Eric and I lying in each other's arms after a long session of love making. The soft moonlight flitting in through the familiar curtains of my old farmhouse in Louisiana, if I listened closely I could make out the sounds of crickets and frogs making gentle music in the sweet summer night.

"I don't fucking think so, you will be here while I inflict this pain on you, not in some made up happy place to escape me! You will never escape me!" Robert growled in my ear and slapped me hard in the face again. This time I felt the loosened teeth come loose completely, I swirled them around in my mouth looked at Robert and spit with all I was worth flinging my now knocked out teeth into his face. Without even flinching he brought the hammer down on my hand shattering it. I screamed, I couldn't help it and just as pain was becoming tolerable so that I could breathe through it, he did it again on the other hand. My screams tore through my throat again and when I finally got myself under control I thought, "Well at least he didn't break my feet, I don't need my hands to dance."

As if he read my mind he moved to the end of the long wooden bench. Fuck. "Tell me what was so funny or I will smash your feet so horribly that even after I turn you, you will barely be able to walk. I will make sure that I hold you just long enough before I turn you that your feet start to heal wrong. They will be irreparable. You will never fucking dance again."

"You're a dead man Robert, you do know this right? No matter where you go, no matter what you do, no matter how long it takes, the minute you took me you signed your own death warrant. You know that the entire Supernatural community and some of the human community are going to rise up against you and you will most certainly be morally, ethic'ly, spiritually, physically, positively, absolutely, undeniably and reliably dead. If you release me now and don't lay another finger on me, I will make sure that your death is swift. No torture, meeting the sun or staking for you. I will make sure they cut off your head so that it's instant. But, if you don't release me, I guarantee meeting the sun will be the least of your worries. Even if Eric doesn't get his big strong Viking hands on you, no matter who takes you, you will die a very slow, very agonizing death. Pull that knife out of my thigh, cut these ropes and I promise you a quick release. Be smart Robert, I know you have to understand the gravity of what you have done tonight. Because of all that you have done for me in the past I will grant you mercy if you release me now."

I watch the glimmer of doubt cross his face, "No, that won't happen, it can't happen, Dermot won't let that happen. He will hide me, he will hide us!"

The bottom just fell out of my world, fuck fuck fuck. My crazy fucking uncle had somehow gotten to Robert. I tried to center myself and keep my breathing steady and my heart rate normal. "For how long though Robert? First ask yourself, can you truly trust a fairy, let alone one crazy enough to betray his own family and kill them off one by one? Second even if he does keep you in hiding for awhile, can he do it indefinitely? Are we hidden now safe and sound? Somehow I doubt it because I can feel Eric loud and clear through our bond and if Dermot really had intentions of hiding you then he would have blocked the bond somehow already. Do you really think that Eric isn't on his way here right now to kill you? Even if you have security in this place which you and I both know that you don't, I know it is just us, that Eric won't get to you? Do you really think you stand a chance against him? He has survived over a thousand years for a reason Robert and your what maybe three hundred. Dermot is not going to protect you Robert. Even if you turned me, as you so clearly are planning to do right now, it wouldn't make any difference, I still wouldn't be yours."

"YOU WOULD!!" he screamed "I WOULD BE YOUR MAKER YOU WOULD HAVE TO ANSWER TO ME!!!!"

"No," I said as soothingly as possible, here was a man on the edge of cliff ready to jump and it wouldn't take much to push him over. "Eric and I, what we have is so different from any other blood bond that has ever been created that even if. That's a huge if, someone else decided to turn me I would answer to him. We are one soul Robert. We cannot be separated, ever! Our bond will supersede any maker child relationship. Why do you think Victor Madden and Felipe de Castro never tried? They both wanted to possess me completely but they both knew that could never happen. Even if you kill me Robert and you escape this place you are still a dead man Robert. It might not be Eric that will carry out your sentence but Pam will, or one of my many many other friends. Dermot is not going to protect you Robert, he's just not."

I watch Robert pace the room back and forth turning my words over and over again in his head. 'Please God, let this work.' "You're wrong." He said quietly.

"No Robert, I'm not. I know you're smart; you wouldn't be the youngest king of all time if you weren't. Think Robert, really think about what you have done tonight. I am a …"

"ENOUGH OF THIS! I WILL BE VICTORIOUS HERE! YOU ARE MINE! I WILL TORTURE YOU AND BREAK YOUR DELICATE HUMAN BODY ALMOST TO THE POINT OF DEATH, I WILL FUCK YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN DURING IT, YOU WILL LOVE ME, I WILL TURN YOU, NO ONE WILL INTERFERE, DURMOT WILL MAKE ME STRONG ENOUGH TO DEFEAT ANY WHO STAND BEFORE ME! HE MADE IT SO THAT I CAN POP JUST LIKE THEM! I WILL TURN YOU AND YOU WILL BE MINE FOR ALL ETERNITY!"

Robert was foaming at the mouth again his face just inches above mine, his saliva dripping down and hitting my face. He caressed my naked body slowly moving his hand down and I couldn't help but tremble. I watched the slow smirk cross his face, he clearly thought he was doing something for me but what I really was was scared out of my fucking mind. His fingertips slowly caressed around the knife still protruding from my thigh and he ripped it out just as quickly as he shoved it in turning it slightly on the way out making the now gaping hole even larger.

I screamed again and before my screams could even die on my lips Robert slashed at me in a series of quick movements all up and down my body. My face at my left cheek, my right shoulder and then my left, my sternum, the entire length of both my arms, the tops of my hands, five times across my belly and lower abdomen, and what felt like hundreds of times on each of my legs. Scream after scream poured out of my lips, I could feel my hot blood leaking from every single cut dripping down every inch of skin. I was hyper aware of every small movement and pain. I closed my eyes and prayed, hurry Eric hurry.

Robert was losing control, his bloodlust and sexual drive was taking over and I felt his cold tongue lapping at my wounds. He was growling and grunting and I knew what was coming next. I heard his pants hit the floor, but I knew Eric was here and he was pissed. I let my head loll to the side and smile slightly at Robert. "I tried to warn you Robert, I tried." Robert looked at me clearly confused because he was so taken with his blood lust but that confusion quickly cleared as the door burst open and my Viking strode through the now demolished frame. He was so beautiful, even now; his wrath and anger so palpable that it looked like flames rising off of his skin, he was still something to behold. That was my last thought as my world went dark again. Well, at least this time it was the comforting dark and not that bright ass light that was splitting my skull in two like last time.