I know that I promised another chapter of Abducted, but I got so many reviews for this story. I loved all the ideas you all came up with as to who the new stranger is. So without further ado, let's see what's going on in our sexy Viking's head :D

I tucked Sookie into bed after our bath, and headed to my office downstairs to do some work and just sort out my thoughts. I couldn't do that when I was near Sookie, being assaulted by her sweet fragrance and the sound of her breathing as she slept. Besides the fact that her scent made me achingly hard, just wasn't enough. This seemingly harmless darling, that wouldn't hurt a fly, had emotionally sucker-punched me. Well I guess I shouldn't say that. Sadly this wasn't the first time she had hurt me like this. When she flaunted John Quinn in front of my face, I at least could be angry. Anger was easier to handle than feeling depressed.

I wanted to cry some more. What the fuck is up with that? I'm Eric Northman, the most feared and respected vampire Sheriff in all of Lousiana, hell in probably all of the nation, and yet her words had hurt me. My thoughts shifted back to the actual issue at hand: Sookie. She wants a baby. How do I give her a baby? We could adopt. I wouldn't feel so bad about that. Although I didn't know if she actually wanted to be the mother or not.

The thought of asking Sookie whether she wanted to be the mother of another man's child just seemed so absurd. It made me furious. I didn't know what her wishes were, although I sincerely hope that adoption is an acceptable alternative. I still can't think of her going through nine months of carrying somebody else's baby in her womb. I wanted her to have my baby, but that wasn't an option. I had to stop acting like a spoiled child. I had learned long ago that life is filled with quite a copious amount of chores and responsibilities that we would like no part of. I needed to just accept that this was what Sookie wanted and find a way to ask her what she needed me to do about it.

I have to make this seem like she's telling me for the first time. I need to act surprised at first, but then transition to supportive. If I become emotional then she'll try to ignore it again. I don't want her to pretend that it's not important to her. She should never have to pretend around me, although I had the feeling that there was something traumatic that had happened in her past. I wasn't going to push her. She would tell me in her own time as she came to trust me, and I damn well wouldn't glamour her ever again. I had completely violated her trust by doing that, and I would do my best to make it up to her.

I sat in my office for hours trying to think about what to get for her as a gift. Wait did I even have a reason to get her a gift? Yes, I could say that it was a thank you to her for moving in with me. Well. Maybe she wasn't quite moved in. She could leave any time she wanted, a fact that scared the shit out of me. I could wake up and she'd be gone. Dammit Northman, quit acting like a baby and find a way to fix it! What would make her feel at home? I felt the familiar weariness start to settle over me and resigned myself to go to bed. I would think more on this tomorrow night. I could ask Pam what she thought would be a suitable gift. Yes, she would certainly know what to do.

I rushed upstairs to my bedroom to marvel at the gorgeous creature slumbering there. Even though her hair was a tangled mess from tossing and turning in her sleep, she looked beautiful. Her brow slightly furrowed and she seemed to be looking for something. I lightly placed a kiss on her forehead and her face relaxed, while her lips parted and she let out a contented sigh. I slipped under the covers and gathered her into my arms, burying my face into her hair. One of my hands drifted down her body to rest on her belly. I stroked it softly, trying to think on the positive side of a pregnant Sookie.

I could picture her now, the image of a Goddess, radiant and perfect, growing plump and happier by the day. We would spoon just like this, her hand on mine, waiting for the baby to kick.

I pull her closer to me, nuzzling her neck, peppering it with soft kisses. I place my lips next to her ear and tell her about my vision, about how happy we could still be. I told her how beautiful a mother she was going to be and fell asleep spooning her.

The next night I wake up right after sunset and try to think about how I should approach the subject without being too obvious. I roll over and find Sookie isn't in the bed with me. Maybe she went downstairs to eat something. I pull on pants and a tank top, then rush down to find Sookie. Although I can faintly smell her down here, she hasn't been in any of these rooms in hours. The room I smell her most in is the kitchen. Upon further inspection, I see that she left out turkey and cheese to make a sandwich. While I'm putting ingredients away, I'm alerted to the presence of something else. I look down at the unobtrusive cat that started this whole thing.

I guess I sort of owed the fur ball a thank you for giving me a valid excuse to go check on Sookie. When I try to pick it up, the damn cat hisses at me and scratches its way out of my arms, temporarily leaving me with small gashes on my arms. As I watch the cuts heal, I hear the creak of a door and look up to realize it's wide open. Oh crap. Well now I know where Sookie went. I can only hope she hasn't found my guest yet. I watch as the cat rushes into the pantry. Within seconds I hear her scream.

I am through the pantry door, down the stairs and slip down the trap door within seconds. My inner Viking bellows in rage at what I find there. A man is holding Sookie against her will, but I can't see her. His back covers her from view, but I can feel her blood screaming in my veins. What the hell is going on, and how did this man get into my house. One other question was in the forefront of my mind: Where the hell are this man's clothes?

"Let her go!" I start to see red when I notice he's holding a knife to her throat. I have to hold myself back. One false move and he'll kill her. I can tell he has no reservations about this. My suspicions are proven correct at his next words.

"Keep your distance Viking. You wouldn't want me to slit her throat accidentally now would you? Although I have to admit it certainly would be ironic to have the knife that bonded you together to be the one to separate you as well." How did this scumbag know that was the knife that bonded us? He knew too much about Sookie and I didn't like it one bit.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" It was nice to see that Sookie wasn't taking this without a fight. It's better than seeing her scared. If she were terrified, I don't know if I could keep my emotions in check. I'm trying my best as it is to send her calming feelings through the bond. That was until the asshole turned them both around to finally face me.

"Why Sookie, I'm hurt that you don't remember." Wait, what? Sookie knows this guy? "I'm the man you've been sleeping with." For a second I don't know what to say, but from the feelings I'm getting through the bond and the look on Sookie's face of sheer mortification, I can tell that the last statement was complete bullshit. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. I send Sookie one burst of calming emotion, then start my assault.

"So this is what you were so hesitant to tell me? I knew you were keeping something from me Sookie, but another man? I thought we'd gotten past your childish habit of flaunting of other men in front of me." She looked positively heart broken, but I have to keep her in the dark right now until I find out what this nameless man wants.

"Eric, no, please youhavetounderstand I'd never cheat on you. I have no reason to. You're so good to me Eric please please look at me. Look at me!!" I raise my eyes from my shoes and instead of looking into her eyes filled with sweet saline, I stare daggers at her captor.

"So you plan to use the woman who cheated on me as incentive for me to meet your demands? That's not really smart of you."

"Oh shush Northman, don't you fret your pretty head. I said I've slept with her. We've never had sex though, although trust me, it's not that I wouldn't love to bang your juicy little bonded here, but I have strict orders to adhere to. Though maybe I should take the opportunity to get some while the getting is good." He pulled her closer and placed one hand on her breast. He had somehow had time to zip-tie her hands together. "How would you like that Sookie?" She started sobbing. I can only imagine the memories that were coming to her mind. Her legs trembled and threatened to collapse underneath her.

"I'm going to ask this once. I want to know who the hell you are and what you want."

"Gladly, though you won't get a straight answer on my name Viking. I'm not that stupid. You can call me Neil, but Sookie here knows me by a different name. For two weeks now I've been watching her very closely, just waiting for you to come see her, but since you were keeping your distance, I had to orchestrate something risky to get you to take us back here."

"Us?" The only people I brought home with me last night were Sookie and her...

A/N:None of you saw that coming did you? I loved all your reviews trying to guess who Neil was, especially the people who thought Eric had a twin brother. That's just a soap opera waiting to happen. So what do you think Neil is there for? What other tricks does he have up his sleeve, besides his awe-inspiring power of being a complete ass? Again I'm sorry that this chapter is a bit short, but I've got to go write some more for Abducted and try working on DONB.

Please let me know what you thought of the chapter. I love reviews :D

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