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Sookie's POV:

"Okay…what the hell am I going to do?" I trudged down from the castle, making my way back through the festival.

People were still partying and they would for another hour. It was an all-night event so they would have fun until just a few minutes before the vampires would go down for the day.

I shook my head. How the hell could I be thinking of the party that is surrounding me, when Eric knew that I resisted his glamour? This could be catastrophic! He is going to ask me a million questions and ones that I sure as hell can't answer. What would I do if he asked where I really came from? If I told him that I came through the portal, well, I was sure as hell sure I wouldn't survive. I'm no fairy, but they don't know that. They will probably think I am the one that will help them get back to their own dimension. And let me tell you, I was sure that the fairy wouldn't live to make it back with them!

Eric seemed to calm when he told me about knowing that I can resist glamour. He said it so effortlessly. Does that mean he isn't mad? Is he just curious?

He didn't say anything about it until I agreed to be his pet! That sneaky vampire knew when to say the right words. He purposely chose to make sure I knew I couldn't back out until he spoke of it! Oh, God, what the hell am I going to do?

Before I knew it, I went flying forward. I tripped over a tree root that was sticking out of the ground. Clumsy Sookie was another name I used to be called and yeah, right now…I was clumsy. I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact of doom, but it never came.

Carefully, I opened my one eye to see that I was inches away from the ground, but I was being held up. My brows furrowed in confusion and I turned my head to the side to see who saved me from eating dirt. I knew this vampire vaguely. He is one of the higher guards for King Eric. William Compton. He was the one holding me just a few inches above the dirty path below me.

Once he saw that I was looking at him, he helped me stand on my feet. I fixed my dress, before meeting his eyes.

"Thank you." I said kindly and gratefully, but really, I just wanted to go home.

"Not a problem, Sookie." He answered.

Whenever he came into the bar, I was the one stuck with him. I always got him his True Blood, so we knew each other's names, but not much after that. I wasn't stupid, so he wasn't learning anything more than my name from me.

"Do you need assistance home, Sookie?" He asked.

"Uh, no. I think I will do alright, but thank you for the offer." I said.

When I tried to move, God spited me again. The heel on my left shoe decided to snap at that moment. Bill was there to catch me again before I stumbled. I felt incredibly stupid.

"As long as you're sure your fine." He nodded. I could tell that he was quite unsure if he should release me or not. To be honest, I wasn't sure myself. I was afraid that the other heel would break as well.

"William." Another voice came from behind us and I closed my eyes. That voice was from someone I really didn't want to see right now. "I am kindly asking you to release my pet, before I break your arm off and see how long it takes to grow back. You are touching what is mine."

I could have snorted, but he was right. I said I was his pet until he gets tired of me. I had the right to be upset at least. He tricked me, but if I wanted to really point fingers, I should point at myself. I haven't been honest with anybody really. I sighed and shimmied away from Bill when his arm flew away from my body as if I had burned him.

"I am very sorry, your majesty. I did not know." Bill knelt on one knee and bent his head low. A sign of submission. Should I do that as well?

"Now you know." Eric said, moving from behind a tree to come closer.

He walked passed Bill who was still knelt before him and came next to me. Without notice, he grabbed my arm and pulled it closer to his face. I stood there confused as to what he was doing. I looked over to see that I had a scrape on my upper left arm.

"You're bleeding." Eric said casually.

"I-It's not bad. See?" I looked closer to see that it was just a minor cut, nothing to worry about, but Eric had not taken his eyes off of it. Slowly, a very thin trail of blood began to surface and then spill over my flesh. It wasn't much at all; a normal little cut that would bleed for two seconds and then stop. "I wonder how I got it." I chuckled nervously. Eric had not stopped looking at the cut yet.

A few moments passed before Eric seemed to realize I had spoken to him. His eyes flicked up to mine and they seemed different. The same blue eyes that nearly matched my own, but there was a spark behind those eyes. A fire that was lit.

"It probably happened when Bill was manhandling you." Eric sighed and I thought I caught a glimpse of Bill as he shivered. I could be wrong; I wasn't looking at him really.

"He made sure I didn't hit the ground." I had to give credit for Bill saving me from falling to the ground. "So, that's good at least."

"Leave, Bill and make sure none come this way." Eric commanded and all too quickly we stood alone together.

I was getting more nervous as he inspected the small cut. I wasn't nervous in the sense that I was afraid he would hurt me. Something in the back of mind told me he wouldn't do that, but it also said to be cautious. Eric still had a firm grasp on my arm and I wasn't going anywhere until he let me go.

"It seems like such a waste." Eric whispered.

"A waste?" I asked confused.

"Your blood smells even better. It is fresher, crisper as it trails in a thin line down your arm. A waste in the sense of letting it fall upon the ground." Eric's eyes flicked back to mine. "The cut could also get infected. That would be heavy on my conscience."

My heart was racing in my chest as he carefully leaned forward. Something inside of me told me to move back, protect my essence that was leaking from my flesh. I jerked without meaning to. All at once, my arm was free and Eric was looking at me questionably.

"I-I…I'm tired." I told him quickly.

Eric's brows furrowed slightly and we stood there for a good minute before he finally straightened back up and looked down upon me. He nodded once.

"I shall walk you home, to see that no one follows." Eric motioned for me to go.

I slipped off my heels and held them in my right hand and continued down the path, but this time I was not alone. I didn't know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. Eric was very silent as well as we moved through the trees, breaking out into the open. We walked up to the gates and he followed me as we went back to my home.

I trudged up the stairs; feeling drained all of a sudden. All I wanted to do was collapse on my bed and sleep, but I was sure that would not happen at all. Eric walked up the steps as well and when we reached the top, he grabbed my hand before I could walk inside.

I could have blushed as his thumb rubbed over my knuckles. He pulled my hand up to his mouth and kissed it once, but he didn't let go. His eyes met mine once more and there was a look I had never seen a man give me before. Of course, I saw it all the time when men would look at other women, but never for me personally. It was lust and it was blazing in his eyes. A scarlet hue finally rose upon my cheeks and I had to look away. He dropped my hand and stared at me.

"I will see you tomorrow." It was a statement, not a question. I didn't have an option regardless if I wanted to back out. That was the thing though, although he tricked me, I still wanted to see him. To get to know him better. I wanted to know what kind of person he was. "We will talk about your resistance to glamour tomorrow as I have said."

"Yes, your majesty." I bowed, but he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me back up.

"You have no reason to bow to me. We are alone. It is not required of you." Eric smirked. "Do not fear me; I am merely curious of you."

"I wasn't fearing you." I told him, a slight attitude in my voice.

The smirk only grew wider. "Really? You seem pretty frightened to me."

"I'm not, nor will I ever be frightened of you, Eric." He raised an eyebrow as I made that known, but spoke nothing more about it. He was goading me, playing with me. I could tell that he was, but it was for his enjoyment, not mine.

"Then that is good. It is a step in the right direction." He said at last. "Until tomorrow, my dear Sookie."

I nodded and turned to my door. Once I was inside, I shut the door behind me and moved through the house. I had a feeling that I needed to check my Gran's letter. It was an urge I felt since I had talked to Eric and that is what I did. I moved through the room and grabbed the mostly blank pages and held them closely.

A few moments went by before words began to engrave into the paper.

A key to your heart. Something that lies within needs to be guarded more strongly than you can ever imagine, child. For this is the key to your deepest desire, your truest wish. I ask of you to keep it hidden once I tell you everything, for it can determine your destiny. Yes, everyone has their own destiny and it is chosen for you if you want to believe such things or not. Only when you find love, real love, will this key open the doors to what you wish for. It isn't simple, Sookie. Love never is.


Eric's POV:

Leaning against the doorway to my balcony, I looked out upon the grounds. I swirled the glass of blood in my hand once more, but I did not drink. The smell of this blood would not sate me and I did not need to taste it to know that it wouldn't. The smell of my new pet's blood was strong, powerful and it left me lusting for it, wanting it more than I did anything else.

I would not hurry such things on this girl. She was different, that much was clear, but I had not come up with a final answer as to why she was different. There were a lot of possibilities and ones that I thought more than others, but that was neither here nor there in the matter.

I longed to taste it. To take her blood on my pallet and savor the flavor of what I knew would be a piece of heaven. How could it not be? The scent of her blood drove many younger vampires to try to find the source. It was for that reason why I told Bill to make sure no vampire followed once I dismissed him.

I could not take her blood unwillingly. It is not the way that I chose to live anymore and the way she acted when I got closer to the small cut on her arm proved to me that she wasn't ready. This was definitely going to be a very long drawn out plan to understand her better. If I could not feed from her, if I could not fuck her, then what shall I do? The only thing left is to ask questions of how she was able to resist what I have been doing for centuries. It seemed boring to my child, but not to me. It was something that I have not come across in as long as I can remember. A human girl, but that was another question all together. Was she just a human?

"You gonna drink that?" Pam came to stand next to me.

Without answering, I offered her the blood in the glass and moved back away from the balcony. Once inside, I flicked a switch that would make my room light tight. It was just a few minutes away from dawn. One the room was in complete darkness; I moved toward the bed and sat on the silk sheets. I rested my back against the bed post and looked at my child who turned on a light.

"Who did you get this crap from?" She wrinkled her nose and sat the glass down on a stand.

"One of the donors." I answered, not really listening to her bitching.

"So, I met your new pet earlier this evening." Pam moved toward the bed, leaning on the other post as she crossed her arms. "She seems…delicious. Have you tasted her?"

"No, I haven't. I was close to doing so, but she reacted differently than most women would."

"And how did she act?" Her curiosity has spiked and I rolled my eyes.

"She pulled away." I shrugged.

"Wow, you must be losing your talent." When I didn't say anything, she went on. "Well, we did make a bet before. When a woman denies you anything is the day that I jump off a high cliff." She grumbled. "Think I would survive?"

"As long as you don't land on a stick that could go through your chest when you hit the ground, you would be fine." I chuckled, shaking my head at my child's antics. "So, what did you think of Sookie? Other than she seems delicious."

"She seems timid at times, but there is confidence under the surface. She has a dirty little mouth, I have also noticed. She's fuckable, but I don't think she swings my way." She sighed. "Be honest, why do you care what I think so much? You have never asked me before what I thought about your pets. Secret rule, remember? You don't ask me questions, I don't ask you questions and we work together just fine."

"I was simply curious." I shrugged once more.

"Sure you were." She snorted. "This girl is different and we both know it. She is getting under your skin already and you have not even tasted her. I want to know what is so different about her. Nothing on the surface clearly, she looks like a normal human."

"Have any theories?" I coaxed, relaxing more on the bed.

I grabbed the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped under my nose where the bleeds began to start. Pam simply wiped hers with the back of her hand and proceeded to wipe it into my sheets. I growled and she stopped, grinning devilishly.

"Well, I talked to her in the art tent. The tent that we hold the prophecy painting and the girl that was painted on the canvas did in fact resemble your newest pet in a way. The girl in the picture had a larger ass than Sookie's." I raised my eyebrow and she snorted. "It was her words, not mine. I'm just telling you what she said."

"So, you think there is a possibility that she is a fairy? The fairy from the legend?" It was my turn to sound skeptical. "I remember what a Fae smells like and Sookie doesn't smell that intoxicating. Her blood smells delectable and any vampire that came across her -when she had an open wound- would love to have a taste, but she can be ignored. If she was a Fae then that would never happen. Their scent is much too intoxicating for you to ignore. You become something else. Instincts take over in a way. With Sookie's blood, it smells wonderful, but I can still handle myself when she has an open wound. If a Fae had a simple cut as Sookie had, there would be a million vampires on that Fae and they would kill them. The vampires would kill each other until they could get close enough to drain them dry. With Sookie, they would be merely curious most of them."

"I have no idea." She rolled her eyes. "Maybe the Fae started breeding with humans?"

I raised an eyebrow. I have not thought of that before, but it didn't sound concrete. "The fairies were left behind on earth while we were brought here to this world. Although they loved to mingle with humans they never bred with them. It was forbidden in their own law because they saw it as tainting the race. Mixed blood was not something Fae would welcome."

"You seem like your picking at straws, Eric." Pam shook her head slowly.

"How so?" I questioned.

"To me, it seems like you are trying to find other reasons to why she would smell so sweet, delicate. Have you already grown fond of the girl?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about. She is merely my pet and she has secrets, maybe some she does not even know." I stood and walked over to my desk. "I have no clue as to what could be the cause for this difference I see in her, but I will certainly find out."

"And in the process you will grow fond of her." Pam said. "That is another thing, Eric. If-and I am saying if- she is the one that could take us back to the human realm, wasn't it said that you might fall in love with the fairy?"

I growled. "Do not expect me to do that. It is a laughable question you have just asked, Pam. The Fae are the reason we are here in this world. They are the ones that rebelled against us when we told them they couldn't frolic with the humans. It is what caused us to be exposed in the first place, so explain to me, why would I fall in love with a Fae? We know the prophecy. I know what has to be done to make it back to earth. I wouldn't think twice about ripping into the fairy and killing her, taking what I need to get us out of here and cause mass war among the earth for what they have done to us." I looked over my shoulder at her. "It is very simple because I will not fall in love. It is not something that I am capable of regardless."

"Alright. Sheesh." Pam turned and moved out of the room.

The whole castle was darkened for the daylight hours, but I decided that today might be a good day to lie down and relax. I had a million things running through my head. I would see Sookie in the hours to come and talk to her about how she was able to resist. Of course, I have tried several times to glamour her. It was first after she was attacked by Brock that I tried, she had not reacted. When she did act, she almost made me believe that it worked. That was until I tried to do it at the masquerade and when she spoke of some humans being nearly drained dry. Just like she might have been that night if I had not saved her. She was clever in trying to pretend, but I was simply better.

It seemed all too surreal as of right now. I was intrigued with her for more than just her blood, or whatever ability she has that can resist my glamour. When I first saw her the night Brock had drank from her, I felt like I knew her, like I had already seen her before.

It wasn't until later that night that I thought of a reason why that could be. I had a dream that morning when I went down for the day. A dream that I had not had in a few years. It was of a girl that looked somewhat like Sookie. It was an erotic dream, one that was nearly always the same and one that I never forgot.

Long blond hair flowed over a set of shoulders as the head of a woman whipped back, crying out in ecstasy. Her body would glisten from sweat, a beautiful sight. Every time in those dreams, I would run my hand up her stomach and place it over her heart. Her chest would rise and fall with every deep pant she would take. I could feel every erratic pound of her heart as it beat just below my hand. Her heart was special; I always knew that in my dream. Finally, my hand that was placed on her chest would move away and I would lean in and place a kiss over her heart. Her face was not always clear, but I had a connection with this…dream woman. It reminded me of Sookie. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I did not know if it was a good sign, or a bad one.