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Eric stared at the crown in his hand. He was suddenly sent back in time, he was not a vampire, but a human still living with his father, mother, and new baby sister. He saw his father arguing with him, his sister cooing in his mother's arms, the feel of the servant girl's flesh underneath him, the howl of a wolf, a flash of his sword, his mother and sister laying limp, and his father ordering him to avenge their deaths.

"A provincial crown, Scythian, I believe." Talbot brought Eric's mind back to the present.

"Viking." Eric corrected. They both turned at the sound of a commotion in the foyer. They went to investigate and saw Russell throw Bill Compton on the floor. Sookie screamed and Godric quickly moved to her side, warning her to be quiet.

"Guess who proved untrustworthy." The king said to Talbot, who feigned surprise.

Bill broke a piece of the staircase and jammed the makshift stake into one of Russell's guard's heart, then jumped on Russell himself and tried to do the same. The king easily threw Bill off of himself, making Bill hit the ceiling and land on the stairs.

"Are you serious?" Russell yelled, obviously amused, "I am over three thousand years old! Seize him." Bill was held up by more guards.

"What are you going to do with him?" Lorena cried from behind the crowd.

"Well my dear, you are going to kill him." Russell replied. Lorena tried to argue but was cut off, "DO NOT DISOBEY ME! I AM YOUR KING!" Russell yelled at her, all trace of amusement gone.

Tears of blood began to pool in Lorena's eyes, "Yes, your majesty." She resigned.

Sookie foolishly ran in front of the guard holding Bill but was stopped by a wall of viking.

"Eric! Get her out of here, please!" Bill yelled as he was taken away. Eric roughly grabbed Sookie's arm and brought her back in front of Godric, Russell, and Talbot.

"This is what all the fuss is about?" Talbot sneered at Sookie and took off up the stairs muttering to himself in Italian about the damages to his home.

"What is so special about you?" Russell ghosted a hand over Sookie's face and sniffed her hair.

"I have not personally tasted her, but all my instincts say it will something quite... unique." Eric maintained his hold on Sookie's arm.

"Eric, what the fuck?" Sookie asked, she could not find any other words, the man she loved was being killed and these vampires were inspecting her like a farmer would a cow.

"Oh look." Godric stepped closer to Sookie and grinned at Russell. "It thinks we're equals."

Russell smiled back, "Take it into the library, I need to go work on my marriage." The king followed Talbot up the stairs and Eric ushered Sookie into the library followed by Godric.

"Eric, Godric, please tell me that was just a show for the king and you have a plan to get us out of here. What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had 'other things to deal with', Eric."

"I do, so don't take this personally, but shut up."

Sookie tried to say more but was silenced by Eric wrapping his arm around her neck and clamping a hand over her mouth. Once inside the library Sookie was pushed onto a chair and Eric started to pace.

"Eric, it is him, then? You know for sure this time." Godric asked.

"Yes." Eric continued to pace like a caged lion.

"All that crap about caring about me was a lie?" Sookie suddenly burst out. " 'Sookie I'm telling you this because you mean so much to me, you make me feel human.' " She imitated words Eric had told her earlier.

"You mean nothing to me!" Eric pushed himself into her face, "I am very close to getting something I've wanted since I was human, do not get in my way!" He lowered his fangs in warning.

"Eric!" Godric pulled his child off of Sookie. "Enough. Will you never learn to control you emotions?" He leaned in closer so Sookie couldn't hear, "We both know you are lying. By the way, she imitates you better than even I could."

"Miss Stackhouse," Godric turned to Sookie. "I apologize for mine and my child's behavior." Eric growled behind him, but Godric continued, "Pam is in trouble, we need Russell on our side so she can be saved. Now that you're here, we will also make sure you get out safely."

"What about Bill? I can't just leave him." Sookie was nearly in tears, thinking about Bill's phone call.

"Compton is probably dead by now, little one. I am truly sorry." Godric backed away quickly and returned to looking cruel when he heard the king approach.

"Terribly sorry to keep you waiting. A husband's work is never done, you two may leave us." Russell only had eyes for Sookie.

"Your majesty, with all due respect, I am not one to be ignored as I have since coming to your house. I respect that this is your territory, but I also demand in accordance with the rights of my age that we speak in private by the end of this night." Godric said as Eric left the room.

"Godric! You must forgive my horrible manners, I'm unaccustomed to owing respect to anybody. Of course we will speak once I'm finished with my guest here."

"Thank you, sire. One more thing, the human is a rather prized possession of my child's. I kindly request you do not harm her, it's so difficult to find anything that entertains him these days."

"Of course, I understand, Talbot is getting to be that way. I won't harm Eric's pet."

Godric nodded and left the room, joining Eric back upstairs in their temporary living space. Eric was sitting in a cushioned chair with his legs propped on the bed. Godric could feel a mixture of emotions boiling through his progeny.

"My child." Godric sat on the bed facing Eric with his legs on the floor. "I saw to it that Sookie will not be harmed by Edgington or his minions."

"Would it truly matter if he took one more thing from me?"

Godric grimaced at Eric's despondent attitude. "Never in our centuries together have I seen you like this. Sookie has changed you."

"She makes me weak!" Eric hissed.

"She gives you a reason to live." Godric corrected. "You must learn to use that to your advantage, use your emotions to strengthen your will to fight."

"Which is completely opposite of what you have always taught me, master."

"I have taught you to control your emotions. You have chosen to turn your emotional capability off, now that Sookie is causing you to feel you do not know what to do and have become careless and ruled by your feelings. Sookie does not make you weak, you are making yourself weak. Before any revenge can be had here, you need to control yourself."

Eric cowed, he felt like a newborn vampire being chided by his maker. "I have been waiting over one thousand years for this."

"I'm aware-" Godric was cut off by a knock at the door. Sookie slipped in.

"Russell says he'll see you know, Godric. I'm supposed to wait with Eric." She did not look pleased with the prospect.

"Thank you, little one. Eric, control." Godric left, smiling despite himself when he heard Sookie instantly begin to argue with Eric. She was most definitely born to be his mate. He thought to himself, then wondered if the same could be said about Aya in regards to himself. He had yet to taste her blood, but she felt so right to him. She was a fighter, like Eric, which was a beauty he could not deny. However, could he make her his? Could she be death's mate as Eric was his companion? Would she choose life as Eric had all those centuries ago? He felt a sudden longing to be with her immediately. He wanted to fell her skin and watch her face as he brought her to maddening peaks, he needed to get back to Aya soon or he would go insane with want.

"Godric." Godric was shaken out of his thoughts by Russell's voice, it was obvious he had been trying to get his attention for a while.

"I'm sorry, your majesty, I was caught up in my own mind."

"Easy to do, come in to my study, we have much to discuss and I'm sure your progeny is anxious to get his child back." Russell ushered Godric into his office and shut the door.


"You smell like the ocean in winter." Sookie whispered to Eric as he hovered above her on the bed, his Thor's Hammer necklace fell in the crevice of her breasts. "You played by the North Sea as a child."

"Yes." He said huskily as she ran a hand through his hair. "How do you know that?"

"I'm smelling your memories." Sookie arched towards him and opened her legs further.

"That's impossible, even for you." He whispered.

"I've got moves you can't even dream of, cowboy." Sookie said in a low, sultry voice. Eric could not resist her any longer and lowered himself into her at the same time he pulled her lips to his for a deep kiss...

Sookie woke up with a gasp. She had drifted to sleep on the bed.

"Please don't stop on my account, you were making the most delicious noises." Eric said from across the room.

"Oh, shut up. Next time suck out your own damn bullets." Sookie rolled over and tried to forget her dream, but found it impossible. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep so Eric would leave her alone. She began to feel sleepy again and was soon in a half asleep state.

"You would love the North Sea." She thought she heard Eric whisper and felt or dreamed a cold pair of lips on her forehead before she drifted off again.