Yay! One more out! Hope this will keep you going. And thank you for all of your reviews of support, sometimes I get a bit anxious when I see fanfictions with crazy amounts of reviews and less story than mine.. But I love my readership, so thanks for sticking with me! I want to apologize for the typos last chapter…I think I'm usually more careful but I really wanted to get it out. This is third person—all knowing.

Dead to Me: Chapter Seven

The brawl started too quickly for her human eyes to follow, but something instinctual whether it was the fairy concoction or the bond, moved her out of the way. Her back was against the wall watching his golden blond hair weave between punches and stabs. "Some fairy godmother," she thought.

The night had barely started when chaos had developed. Sookie arrived five minutes before eight to a growling Pam at the door. The line was especially long for a Tuesday night.

"Unless you have something to offer, sluts, stand back. Find an escort to bring you inside—otherwise we don't want your white trash blood."

"I believe that could be considered racism, Pam."

"Sookie," her o's were elongated as her tongue curved around her maker's bonded's name. Her fangs ran down before she even realized how turned on she was. Sookie wasn't her type—too innocent for her taste, but perhaps that was changing, literally, Sookie tasted fabulous.

And that was the OhShit! Moment. Instead of smelling Sookie, dipping her head beneath the frizzy curls and inhaling, her teeth had dragged along the pulsating neck, and sliced through the layer of skin. Not enough to harm the young human but enough to let the blood droplets drip.

Pam stiffened as she realized the danger about to ensue. She called to her maker, ignoring the punishment she would receive later in the evening. Sookie's gasp finally escaped her mouth, which made Pam sure Eric would arrive within' seconds. He was always panicking over his human's feelings. Pam's elbow made contact with a usual's throat, stopping him before his nails dug into the girl's torso. From there, the fangbangers had realized what was going on—and began to scream.

Sookie had moved against the wall, and Pam caught her eye as she twisted the neck of a hungry female that Pam had never met. The loaded stare had so much said that Pam could push her hunger back into her consciousness she could resist the taste that coated her mouth. If she could be so satisfied by a lick, how would taking the girl in quantity, leave her?

Eric's feral growl made Pam momentarily freeze, shaking the thought from her head. He had come weaponless, and she knew from past history that he would make this a game more than a battle. He ducked a blow directed at him as he was standing between the enemy and his bonded. He allowed the young vampire to pull a chunk of flesh from his stomach, gain a bit of confidence, and then Eric ripped his arm from his shoulder—the tendons whipped a spray of blood against his baby blue t-shirt.

Sookie fought control over her body as she watched her two saviors take dominance over the situation. The thoughts of panic made her exhausted immediately, but what frightened her more was the buzz of Eric's mind and Pam's calculated thought. She couldn't hear everything, but the impressions came clear. She focused on a black haired vampire heading towards her. She could still tell that the woman was young, and had been turned within' the last three years. It surprised her how she had honed in on age just by outward appearance. So sweet, the best thing I've ever smelled…must have…damn this pressure…oh my head… what the…

Sookie looked up to find the vampire headless and Eric grasping at her hand. She didn't have enough time to evaluate the vampire's awareness of her invading mind. She wondered if Eric could sense her focus, earlier.

"Unless you want to be dead---you will bow before me immediately. This human is under formal protection of King Felipe—if you were strong enough to control your hunger, your position tonight would be more comfortable."

Sookie was still in shock from her mind invasion, but she started to follow a checklist of what was important at the moment. She banked her emotions, making sure Eric couldn't tap into the fear and anxiety she was feeling. She was too worn to exchange more comfortable emotions. She mentally checked Eric, he was in some pain but too excited over the events to rest. She examined the bond—he was proud. She had to take another second and think about that concept again. She remembered her place physically and looked around to find vampires, including Pam, bowing before the two of them.

"Pam—can you control yourself enough to chain those alive in the basement?"

"Of course, Master," she was insulted, and his tone stung. She hadn't pissed him off this much since she had fucked two of Eric's maker's meals in the late eighteen hundreds, subjecting him to ample punishment. What could she say? Everyone in her vampire lineage had good taste in both turning and feeding.

"Send Fellicia out to clean up this mess—and get Clancy, where the fuck is he? Find him. And have him glamour the fangbangers still conscious."

He didn't wait for her response but took his bonded into his arms and ran to the office. He was furious. Sookie knew this and allowed her fright to slip through the bond, it was the only way she could think to remind him that she was human. His hand was grasping her arm and she could somehow feel the blood flow slow as it stopped passing through the veins in her hand. He could hear her panting from the duress on her heart and let go.

"Sit," he instructed stiffly, making sure she couldn't tell how turned on he was. Her smell made a fog over his thought process, stopping him from immediately yelling at her.

He could sense Pam bowed behind him, waiting for permission to speak.

"Yes?"

"It's done. What would you have me do?"

"Call Sandy. Let her know what happened and that I will need to make a report when she is available. Your punishment will take place after I have calculated the damage."

"Eric, it really wasn't her fault. It was a mistake," Sookie squealed out what she wanted to say before he could cut her off.

"Silence, woman!"

"It's okay, Sookie, you tasted exquisite, it was worth everything."

The crack as Pam's nose broke surprised her. She hadn't ever remembered such open hostility. She cowered away from her master, even though she was horrified that she would be so submissive before a human. Sookie's choked sobs were the only thing that stopped her master from allowing his foot to make contact with her ribs.

"Go now."

Pam did not allow herself to rise to full height, or look at Sookie. She exited with as much pride as she could spare.

"What the fuck were you thinking, Sookie? Coming here after contact with a fairy. You're so lucky it was Pam that found you first."

"I'm sorry—I didn't even think about the smell affecting anyone. I was so stupid," she allowed herself a few sobs before looking up at him to gage how well the lie passed. He seemed unaffected. His rage had quieted to anger. He kneeled next to her to have his eyes keep even contact with hers.

"Did the fairy come by for a reason?"

Her proximity made his mind swirl and his cock swell. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. She felt his dizziness and mistook it for the aftereffects of his wounds. She shook her head.

"She just wanted to check on me. Let me feed you."

"This is nothing. I've set up a job with Alcide in two weeks—you'll need to pack a bag and stop at Tara's. Alcide set up an account."

"It's the least I can do—I'm sure we would've gotten to this sooner or later. Please," he questioned her silently and she nodded.

"No sex though, I think we still have things to talk about."

He hadn't realized his hand was already cupped around her breast while licking her wrist. He dropped his hand and crooked his head at an angle that would make the bite the least painful. She exhaled as his fangs made contact. The sudden sweetness overwhelmed him. To him, she was perfect, as if she had been mixed specifically to what he had been looking for over ages. His moan echoed hers as he kept sucking past his normal need."I was injured," he reminded himself.

He reached underneath her dress and freed her from the garters and underwear. He let go of her wrist and made contact with the soft spot by her collar bone. She squealed and slipped lower on the couch. Without stopping sucking from her, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled himself out. He leaned over her and positioned himself, he was surprised by the feeling of pantyhose hugging his engorged member.

"Please, Eric, I'm not ready, no, not like…"

She mumbled her last words and fainted beneath him. The blood flow had slowed even though he had unconsciously moved to a new spot on her neck. He disengaged, the pain of her suffering finally catching up with his deflating member. He panicked as much as a vampire could. He subjected his anger, directed at himself, to the back of his mind. How could he risk putting her in just as much danger as earlier? Felipe would have him killed if he ever found out.

He poured the True Blood down her throat, being careful to flex her neck in the right way that it would reach her stomach.

"Sookie, Sookie, wake up," he knew she was not going to die, but he was strangely nervous nonetheless. The emotion was gone as soon as he had recognized it. He did not risk giving her his blood, unsure of how her fey-rich blood would respond to the dilution. He wouldn't go there until he was sure she was healthy.

"Sookie," he growled, letting his anger wash his vocal cords in a harsh demand.

Her eyes fluttered open and she took all of him in. There was a part of her that was afraid, and she knew that he could feel this, but she did not move out of his arms. She just kept him in her eyesight while deciding whether or not to dampen her feelings. She didn't want to alert him to her factors of control.

"It was more than just a hug wasn't it?"

Her head flopped forward but she didn't have the strength to raise it again. She hoped he would get her intention.

He raised her chin, the full weight of her head resting on the crook of his finger.

"I could have killed you."

"I would die for you," the weight of her words, especially laying on nothing more than a whisper hit him hard.

"I love you."

And there it was, the statement he knew she would say eventually. His constant sarcasm and practiced lips were no match for human emotion, and he could feel that she was not lying. She really did love him. There was no place in him that warmed to her words. All he could think about was Felipe, how much of a risk she was to his survival, and how badly he wanted to fuck her.

"There is no sense in that. I will be here forever; you should treasure your mortality."

She knew that he was referring to her declaration of love and not her mortality when he questioned her sensibility. The near rape did not bother her. She should've been troubled by it but she was comfortable with being what he needed her to be. Her devotion to him was unwavering.

"You'll be prepared next time. You'll know not to take too much. I know you have been waiting for me all week, saving yourself for my taste."

He was shocked at her progression. Her fear had dampened and she was simply there beneath him, nothing there for him to read. Something about her submission irked him, where was the fight that he had loved so much? The Sookie he knew would be collapsing to the ground just trying to stand on her own two feet. She would be screaming at him, tears streaming down her face, but none the weaker.

He didn't know that her fight was totally divested in getting him to dig deeper. To feel the raw emotion that was worn on her sleeve.

"Drink."

She took the bottle and swallowed everything without making any type of face. He could see her as mentally weak, like a child, but physically, his cock had decided she was all woman. He wanted her so badly.

His anger fueled his dedication to giving her what she wanted. It was the first time he felt as if he wanted to owe fealty to anyone. An emotion, like the many he had around her, was unfamiliar. Guilt.

"I'm taking you home," he said as he kissed her forehead. She looked at him, her eyes begging for him to meet her lips but he couldn't give her that. He wouldn't. He held her underwear open so she could step into them. Her eyes didn't waver from his. He picked her up and carried her to her car, buckled her seat belt. He held her tender wrist lightly. He licked his fingers and massaged his saliva into her pores, repeating the routine on the other two wounds. He had never been so self-aware, so incapable. He drove her home, calling Amelia to come and get his sleeping bonded out of the car. He wouldn't go inside of the house haunted with memories. Not for awhile.

"I'll be here sometime in the next few days to make a report with Sandy," he said to Amelia. She nodded, and he could tell she wanted to ask what had happened. Amelia knew not to voice her curiosity.

When she had made it to her bed, she was too weak to figure out her next plan to get him back. She thought she had gotten somewhere tonight, fingering her dampened dress. She didn't have the energy to remove it—and wouldn't let Amelia try. Instead she fell back asleep, only to be awoken by Amelia every couple of hours with a blend of tea and true blood. Her body was too tired to gag on the bitter liquid. She would find the energy to plan her next move tomorrow.