Author's Notes: Hey readers.

Since I had received so many messaged due to an inconvenience of me fixing a chapter and everyone thinking that there was a chapter 10, I have brought chapter 10 out for you all. I know it isn't very long, I had planned on making it much longer, but I am really sick right now. I promised I would update, because I felt bad and I simply couldn't let me being sick get in the way of what I had promised most of you.

I seriously hope this chapter makes some sense and it is not just ramblings from the meds I am on. lol.

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XOXO-SharaMoon

How many times have I sat and asked myself why would I be in this situation? Well, I couldn't even give out a number if I wanted to. I lost count. There were so many questions running through my head and no answers or even possibilities came to mind.

The letter that my Gran has given me keeps giving off strange and weird riddles; ones that I could not even figure out.

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.

What could that even possibly mean? A key to my heart? My heart is the key to giving me my deepest desire? My truest wish? How could she possible know what that is, when I didn't even know? Did I even believe in destiny? And what could she possibly mean that it will only open the doors to what I wish for when I find real love?

"I'm getting nowhere." I shook my head.

I leaned over the counter of the bar, putting my head in my hands. A terrible headache began to thump through my head and I knew I needed to stop trying to figure things out, but how could I do that? It seemed like the answer was just on the edge, just out of my reach. I needed more words to etch themselves on the letter before I could even begin to sort everything out.

I tried not to think about that painting, because there was really nothing I could do about it. I have no idea why Pam thought I looked like her, there were a million other women in the world with long blond curly hair.

To put everything very simple; I was freaking out. I knew I came through the portal, I know now that my blood smells delicious, that it tastes different somehow, that I can resist Eric's glamour and all of that is something I truly don't understand. Why was I brought to this world? It's not that I minded, but what was the reason that I got pulled through? Was there a reason?

I was afraid to find out.

"Are you okay?" Sam's voice was so sudden that I knocked over a beer bottle.

I quickly hurried to pick it up, shooting him an apologetic smile. "Yeah, just have a lot to think about."

"Does that have to do with you being King Eric's new play thing?" Sam's voice had conviction in it, so much that it made me a little stiff with him.

"Yeah, she is his new thing." I rolled my eyes as Dawn came strutting out from the back. "I don't know what Eric sees in you." She said to me.

"Maybe all the things that he doesn't find in you?" I grumbled, rubbing my hand over my face.

"Excuse me?" She whipped around, her hair flying through the air.

I raised an eyebrow as she stalked over to me. I stood my ground, not really scared of this woman in the slightest. I classified Dawn as a mind bully. She uses words to get under your skin, but I also noticed that she couldn't take what she dished out.

"You heard me, Dawn. I am so not in the mood for your games. I have a lot to do today." I grabbed the tray, stalking to the table behind her and gave the two beers to the older men sitting there.

"You have no idea who you are dealing with." She snapped at me as soon as I turned around.

I rolled my eyes. "If you are referring to yourself with that statement, then I have no reason to fear. Now, can you get out of my way?" I bumped my shoulder against hers because she refused to move just slightly to the side so I could continue working.

"Sookie? Are you going to keep having problems with the other waitresses?" Sam said. His voice was slightly edged, like he was mad.

What the hell is up with being attacked by everyone today?

"Sam, I have no problem with anyone in this bar, but when people decide to target me childishly, I won't take it."

"It seems like you are the one that is having that problem." He said.

My eyes went wide, but before I could open my mouth another voice came from the back.

"Shit, Sam. You need to just calm the hell down." Tara came through with her hands on her hips. "You have no reason to be angry at her. Don't just find a reason to snap at her, like you just did. So, she didn't choose you, get over it."

I cupped my hand over my mouth and turned around. I totally wasn't expecting her to say that. I smirked though, because it was true. I cared for Sam, I knew that he liked me, but I didn't like him that way. He was strictly my friend, that was all there was to it.

Sam stood there with his mouth hanging open, looking at Tara with a blush on his face. "G-Get back to work, all of you." He turned around and sulked out the back.

After twenty more minutes of getting everyone's orders, doing my rounds, and cleaning off the tables, I was done. I sighed, finally taking a seat for the first time all day. I also didn't sleep the night before, so this was all resting heavily on my shoulders. Tara came to sit on the other side of the booth and smirked at me.

"So, I guess you're getting a lot of shit today." She started.

"Well, it all just started before you came in."

"Well, Dawn is jealous, Sam is jealous. It does create hate, you know, but don't worry about that." She reached her hand over and patted mine. "This is your life and you get to choose what you want to do with it. If you want to roll around in the sheets with King Eric, then I say go for it."

"Tara…" I grumbled, slapping my forehead. "You have the oddest way of making me feel better."

"That is what best friends are for, Sook. Now, are you going to change? It is almost time for you to head to the castle." She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet.

"I have no idea how you found out." I whispered.

"Oh, it was all over town. The way King Eric was acting with you at the Masquerade was something he has never done before. So everyone knew as he pulled you away that he was going to ask you to be his pet."

"I kind of figured that." I smiled and led the way up the stairs.

As I got to the top and opened the door, I looked at the living room. All my possessions were being placed in the living room by no other than Quinn and Alcide. I stood there dumbstruck, but this didn't seem to affect anyone else.

Tara waltzed in and grabbed the dress that was about to be packed up. Alcide turned and walked down the narrow hallway to my old bedroom. I stumbled in the house and looked around.

"W-What is going on?" I whispered.

"You didn't know that you move into the castle?" Tara asked as she looked at me.

I must have had a terrified look on my face, because she grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom that I once called my own. Alcide was standing there, grabbing the last remaining dress from the closet.

"Excuse me," I walked over and grabbed the dress from his hands. "I can finish this. You didn't go through my drawers did you?"

"No ma'am. We were told to just pack up shirts, pants, dresses, shoes. You know things like that. We were specifically told not to touch…undergarments or anything that might look personal."

I could have blushed twenty shades of red, as I pushed him out of the room, telling him we would be there in just a few minutes. I leaned heavily against the door after I shut it.

"You seriously didn't know?" She asked.

"He said last night I was allowed to go home. This is my home." I whispered, unsure of what I was really talking about.

"Yes, it was your home at the time. They didn't have the room set up. I am surprised that he didn't tell you though."

"He is so slick! Such a sly little…little...ugh!" I burst, walking around the room at a fast pace. "No, he didn't mention this...this moving thing! Why should I move?"

"Well, there is more than one reason in your case." Tara sat down on the now very bare bed. "It helps for protection, if there is any need. You belong to the King; therefore he offers protection for all that he…is with. You are also living with another male, which is frowned upon if you belong to anyone in the court, especially the King. You are his, no one else's." She sighed. "Don't worry, Sook. These things don't last very long anyway, Eric gets tired of his pets really quickly."

"I doubt it will be the same with me." I grumbled, grabbing the last bag that was off in the corner by the door and began putting my undergarments inside. I made sure that my letter Gran had given me was safely tucked at the bottom of the bag. I also checked to see if the sheets of paper was tampered with before I put them away. They weren't.

I groaned slightly, unaware of what I was really getting into. I couldn't take it back now. I belonged to the King until he got tired of me. I just didn't know what to think.

"Just get dressed. It will still be the same. You'll see. Hardly anything will change." She whispered.

"How do you know?" I questioned.

"You can still leave the castle whenever you please, sometimes with guards, depending on where you are going. You can still come back to work, come see friends. You just get a luxurious bedroom with servants that are there to give you whatever your heart desires. So, it isn't that bad, is it?"

I sighed, turning the knob to the bathroom. "You know…I'm not quite sure if this is bad or not." I whispered as I shut the door behind me.