I'm not really sure if I like the way this chapter is going, but I'm going to post it anyway and I'm going to be eagerly waiting your thoughts on things. Thank you all for your reviews and alerts. It makes me feel good that my dirty little mind is appreciated

Eric

I rose for the night ready to address the Pam issue with Sookie and work on our plan to end Bill. I dressed in dark jeans, a tight black tank and my favorite boots. I knew Sookie loved this look and I loved seeing her face light up when I knocked on her window. I decided to drive and got to her place in no time. I flew to her window and saw a note stuck to it.

Eric,

I got called into work tonight so if you are reading this I haven't made it home yet. I will be home as soon as I can.

There are some True Bloods in the fridge, make yourself at home.

Sookie

I opened the window and climbed in. This was my first time in her home alone and I was beyond curious. I wanted to know what made Sookie tick. I opened her top drawer and was met with tiny pieces of fabric that really could not cover anything but I enjoyed ripping them off. I took note of the size and brand. I knew I would have to replace them shortly.

I opened her closet and saw a line of sun dresses, a few long sleeved shirts, jeans and casual tees. Her closet was the complete opposite of Pam's. Sookie had no named brand clothing. Everything was worn and simple but it was clean. I knew Pam would enjoy shopping and sneaking new clothes into Sookie's wardrobe so I sent her a text with Sookie's sizes and told her to make me happy.

I opened the bathroom door and smelled her shampoo and soap. It was close to what made Sookie smell so delectable, but their scents were only a small fraction of it. Sookie was unique and with every new discovery I knew I couldn't let her go. I sipped a True Blood and lounged on the bed. I had slipped into down time and before I knew it I has hit with Sookie's smell. My arousal was instantly apparent as she settled on top of me. A growl escaped my throat as she caught my lips. We had so much to accomplish before sunrise, but I couldn't resist making her scream my name.

A few long satisfying hours later, we sat at the kitchen table. Sookie had taken out a pen and paper to jot down notes for her seduction plan and I went over what I had learned. It was clear that Bill needed Sookie for something so we created a reason for Sookie to need Bill. I enrolled her in a History 101 class at the community college and instead of relying on books to get her through Sookie was to seek out Bill as a tutor and wade through her history class with him. Along the way she was to cry on his shoulder and make him want to comfort her.

If my informant was correct, Bill would not be able to resist making a move for Sookie once she became a damsel in distress. My plan was flawless and it was to go off without a complication. Sookie was confident and I was itching to feel his blood on my hands. Now that the Bill plan was dealt with I needed to discuss Pam and her problem with Sookie. I hoped she would be open to the idea given her dreams.

"Lover, do you remember my having to tend to Pam last night?" She nodded yes. "Well it seems that my child is feeling very intense attractions to you my love. She wants to make you scream her name in the throws of pleasure. She had to ask my permission as I have claimed you, but it is not my permission she must ask. It is yours. If you do not wish to have sex with Pam, you do not have to. If you want to try out your fantasy, she is more than willing. It is up to you lover."

Sookie

"Hello Mr. Compton I never properly thanked you for showing me those emails. I hate to ask, but would you do me the honor of being my history tutor? I know it is an odd request, but you see I'm taking a few college courses. I'd love to become a historian and work at a museum. This semester I'm taking a course on the American Civil War, and the book doesn't give a very good description of how a person lived during that time, and I know this perspective would help me grasp the true motivations of the war. Oh! I'm rambling. I haven't let you even get in a word."

Sookie blushed a deep red, and cast her eyes down at the floorboards. His hand reached down to raise her chin and she repressed a shudder. "Sookie it would be my honor to be your history tutor. Please come in and we will start tonight." He stepped out of the doorway and I got my first glimpse of the interior of the Compton Manor. The house was old and run down. It was in a desperate need of an update and some TLC. "Please excuse the mess, I'm having difficulties finding a good contractor and decorator."

Light bulb! "Bill if you can find someone to get the place up to code, I would be willing to clean and decorate in exchange for your tutoring." The plan was genius. It would give me an excuse to get closer to Bill and more ammo to use against him. "That's mighty generous of you Sookie. But please, I would like to pay you a small salary for this. Being your tutor allows me to relive my glory days." I nodded and settled in for the first night's lesson. I had a hard time focusing as my mind kept putting Eric into the scenes Bill talked about. But he did grab my attention with one story. (if you are squeamish, skip past the italicized part)

"Almost every family had someone fighting in the war. Women saw their husbands and sons don the steel grey and navy blue depending on what side they fought on. Some families saw both colors as the war ripped them apart. The wives were left to forage for food, barter for needed supplies and keep the family hope alive. Some children never met their fathers, others wouldn't want to. I was newly turned. I still held onto a few of my mortal feelings towards protecting those of the feminine persuasion.

One night I was out roaming when I came upon a farm. It was set way back into a plot of woods. A passerby never would have noticed it or the screaming. But I did. I made my way back and came upon an awful scene. A man in uniform had a woman and young girl wrapped to a tree. Both were naked and bleeding. I watched as he would untie one, raped her while the other watched and then repeated the process with the other. I couldn't stand it.

Before I knew it I had the man by the throat draining him dry. The two women were in so much pain. I knew my blood would never heal the emotional damage and I hadn't discovered my ability to glamor. I had no choice but to end their misery. It was the first time I had ever felt remorse for killing someone."

With that he seemed to be done for the evening. I thanked him or the time, and promise to be back on my next night off. His story touched me and brought back painful memories of my childhood. I hurried home and looked forward to nestling into the arms of my larger than life Viking lover. Little did I know…