A/N So sorry for the chapter delay!...i had a break from writing after the last chapter, then there was major family drama. Anyway less excuses more writing…

This is the longest chapter too date, I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing it. I did have a few issues writing this time around but it's turned out well.

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I could follow you to the beginning
And just relive the start
And maybe then we'll remember to slow down
To all of our favorite parts
- All I Wanted Paramore

I woke the next day hot, bothered and covered in sweat; woken up by my alarm clock from the most erotic dream I'd had of Eric. I sat up in bed and rubbed my face in my hands, wondering why an alarm I hadn't set was going off. Turning to the bedside table I turned it off and saw that there was a note propped up against a glass of water that I had put there. My Sookie was written on the front in Eric's elegant handwriting. I picked it up and unfolded it to read.

Min Älskling,

I hope you are well rested after last night. I have set the alarm for you because you have your visitor, and I would like for you to make sure you eat properly today. We both took a lot of blood from each other last night, and I worry I may have taken too much from you. I would not want you to become weak from the loss.

I set your alarm to give you 2 hours before your visitor arrives. I hope you enjoy your time today.

If it is possible I would like it if you would be with me when I rise.

If I can dream, it would be of you.

-E-

I physically felt fine; I didn't feel weak or drained after our exchange. I felt better than fine; more alive. Definitely more exhilarated.

I hopped out of bed after dislodging myself from the blond dead guy sprawled over me, and went into the bathroom to shower. I wondered who my visitor was; Eric was obviously wanted it to be a surprise or he would have told me who it was. I picked up my strawberry shampoo from the shelf and washed my hair, struggling a little with the length of it.

Once I was out of the shower I stood in front of the mirror combing out my hair; it was long enough to completely cover my chest and fall over my stomach. I would need to get it cut at that rate or it would become too unmanageable. My thoughts turned back to my dream of Eric; I knew drinking his blood would bring on the erotic dreams, but nothing like this.

The Eric in my dream was commanding, instructing me. He was standing over me, petting me, praising me and in the end rewarding me with his hands, his mouth, and his hard length. Thinking about it now made my nipples harden and an ache developed between my legs. I searched myself, trying to find some sort of shock or disgust at myself for being in that position; on my knees following every command he gave me, but I couldn't. In my dream I had enjoyed it, relished in the act of pleasing him, and I found myself wondering if he would actually do something like that to me.

Last night when he had made love to me, it was charged with need; it was fast and hard. He had commanded me then and I had followed without a thought. He had instructed me to keep still or not to move my hands, and I had done it, allowing him that control. I trusted him without even thinking about it, trusted that he wouldn't hurt me, and that he would take care of me. And the words he used oh sweet lord; his voice. It seemed to lower an octave, and I felt like his voice wrapped around my skin.

Even thinking about his voice then and in my dream commanding me, sent chills up my spine. I wasn't sure how I was meant to feel about it, but what I actually felt was happiness and contentment giving Eric that kind of control. But, it didn't mean that I would put up with him taking control of my life.

In all honesty I wasn't sure where we stood after last night. After two blood exchanges, I knew technically where things were heading; if we had another exchange we would have a permanent bond that went both ways. I would be able to feel his emotions, his location; I had always loved being around Vampires because of the quiet they give me from my telepathy. Having Eric's emotions floating around my head would be like an invasion. Would I even be able to determine where my emotions began and his ended? This didn't worry me too much, only a little. I trusted that he wouldn't use this connection for his own gain, what little worry I had came from wondering whether the duel emotions would be confusing or difficult to distinguish.

Apart from my reservations, I had this feeling that this was meant to happen. Every time we'd gotten close to sharing blood since I'd been back from Faery I felt this uncontrollable urge to connect with Eric. With last night's exchange the feeling was even more intense; I felt as if my spark was swirling around me, within me, not pushing me as such into taking Eric's blood, but rather guiding me. If this was how things were meant to be I would go with it, it felt right to let it happen.

My brain my starting to hurt with all my internal ramblings, so once I finished getting dressed into a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans for the day, I prepared to leave the room. I found my Converse Trainers and went to check Eric before leaving.

He had moved slightly whilst I'd been getting ready. I could have sworn I had left him on his back after moving him to get out of bed; but, now he was on his side with his arm stretched over to where I'd been sleeping with his hand spanning the sheet as if to feel where I'd gone. I went over to him, ran my fingers through his hair, kissed his forehead and walked to the door to go upstairs.

It must have taken me the full two hours to get showered and get ready because just as I opened the door, there was another person on the other side raising their hand to knock.

"Miss Sookie! I've been sent to get you; you have a very important person to see!" The young lady smiled wide and seemed overly excited. She appeared to be in her early-twenties, had long brown hair just past her shoulders, and wore an array of clothes that didn't seem to match. Her outfit consisted of pink tights, a red pencil skirt, and a top that was striped with every colour in the rainbow. She seemed ok, apart from the mismatched colours, and she was also sporting a pair of Converse.

I tried to get a read off her brain signature, but all I got was static. She smiled at me.

"Erm ok, what's your name?"

"Diantha, ma'am." She replied with another over excited smile; she was almost bouncing on her feet. I hadn't had coffee yet this morning, but she made me smile with her attitude at least, and I laughed mentally at her child-like energy.

"Ok Diantha why don't you lead the way." I walked through the door and closed it, assuming that it locked automatically.

Diantha walked briskly towards the door leading to the stairs. After leading me through and up to the upper hallway, we headed towards the living room where I previously had my brief meeting with Aeneas the night before. She opened the door to a middle aged man sitting on one of the sofas.

I walked into the living room obviously looking slightly confused because the man got up and introduced himself.

"Miss Brigant, Your Highness it is a pleasure to finally meet with you. I am Desmond Cataliades."

"Oh my! Mr Cataliades it's very nice to meet you! I've heard so many good things about you from my great grandfather. I thought we were meeting on Tuesday?" Suddenly feeling a little flushed.

"Ah yes, well it was mentioned to me that you were going to be here this weekend and I had business myself with King Aeneas, so I requested a brief meeting with you today in the privacy of the palace. I hope that wasn't too presumptuous of me?"

"Not at all, I would have only been bored out of my mind until the vampires woke up," I replied smiling at him. I tried reading his mental signature too, I had been told that he was a demon, but I'd never read one, so I gave it a go. Again I got static. Huh, that would mean that the young girl was also a demon. Mr. C raised an eyebrow at me.

"There won't be anything of interest to you in there dearest Sookie." He said while smiling wickedly at me. Then he laughed; laughed at the shocked look on my face.

"I'm so sorry," I said raising my hand to my face in embarrassment, "it's just something I do on auto pilot now. I check everyone I speak to. I was so used to keeping my shields up before I went to Faery; I think I missed a lot of things I should have been picking up on. I'm trying not to make the same mistakes."

Still chuckling at me he said, "Do not worry yourself child. I had expected nothing less. I do the same thing."

He waited patiently for the information he'd just gave me to sink in.

"You're a Telepath too?" I asked wide eyed.

"I am my dear. This is what I really wanted to speak with you about today. I do have the documents with me that you need to sign, but we'll get to those later if we have time. Either way, I will still see you on Tuesday for the other appointment we have."

"Ok sounds fine to me. So what did you want to talk about?"

"You know that your telepathy does not come from your Faery blood line; correct?"

"Yes, Niall told me while I was in Faery that it's not a gift other Faeries have. Do you know where I get it from?"

"I do. You get it from me," He looked at me with his eyebrows raised waiting for my reaction, "and Diantha there." He gestured to the armchair behind me where Diantha had almost hidden herself away from view.

I was a little shocked to say the least. What was the connection? I wondered if we were somehow related. I tried looking for even a hint of resemblance in their features, something that might make me suddenly think ah you have mum's nose or you've got dad's ears. But I couldn't see anything familial in either of them.

"Oh wow, that's quite a revelation. So, I guess my question is; are we related?"

"The simplest answer to that is, yes. We are related, though it is very distant through your mother."

Wow, I had demon blood in my veins. I had Supernatural blood from both parents; that was not what I was expecting when I woke up today.

"Do you know how distant? Did you know my mother?" I asked.

"Very distant. A few generations up, some across and somewhere there you'll find me," he replied with a grin.

"So what does this mean for me? How does this affect my Faery side?"

"Well as far as I know nothing will change for you, from what you are already. There is probably something I can do to unlock whatever demon traits, other than your telepathy, that you hold. That would be entirely up to you. You may be able to harness some fire talent the way we can. It's the very faint trace of our blood that gives you the gift of telepathy. There is a way for me to find out if you would have any other demon traits; that is if you wanted to find out. It would be harmless; I would only need to use my telepathy to find the hidden doors from your demon side in your mind."

"I'll have to think about that and speak to Eric too, this affects him as well, and I'd like him to be part of my decision. That's something else I wanted to ask you about to. I asked Eric to claim me, in Vampire terms, which he has. Technically speaking I'm his human forgetting the fact I'm actually a Fairy," I said rolling my eyes. Mr. C chuckled at me, and I continued, "...but does he need to file any paperwork with the Council or the AVL about that?"

"You have no need to worry about that, I suspect Eric will contact me about that soon enough. He has a blood claim over you at this moment so it is not vital that the paperwork is filed straight away. No one can take you from him as it stands at the moment without the threat of final death."

"Oh right. That covers that then," I replied with a smile, "shall we get signing these papers that Niall needed me to sign while you are here? I have plenty of time left if you are ok to stay?"

"Yes, just let me get the papers out."

I continued to talk to him as he went through his briefcase to find what he was looking for, "So if you are a few generations up and across would that kind of make you a really distant Uncle?"

"That's exactly right," he replied with a grin.

"So I can call you Uncle? You don't have to say yes. I have very little family left in this realm and it's just nice to know I have just had one…I mean two," gesturing to Diantha, "added to the numbers." I had my nervous Sookie smile in place at the possibility of his rejection.

"Of course," he leaned in closer to whisper, "as long as I get to call you niece." A huge grin spread across his face that was infectious, turning my nervous smile into a genuine grin.

"So niece here I have the documents for your signature. This will make you the legal owner of the company's that Niall has passed on to you. Here are the documents to Bright Industries LTD, the medical company that Niall owned. They do mostly medical research for human purposes, but behind that, they research and make supplies for the Fae in this realm. One such product that they sell for distribution are the specially made thin gloves that protect the skin of the Fae against iron. Just sign on the second and last page and it's officially yours." He handed me the documents and a pen to sign my name on the papers. "Once all these papers are filed and documented, you will receive all the relevant information by courier about office space, pay roll, staffing information, and of course company credit cards."

I initialled and signed all the places he gestured to, which appeared to be almost every page there was. He explained that I needed to initial every page of the contract so that there were alterations after I'd already signed it. I trusted him with this, or course I did, but at least I really did have nothing to worry about.

I had of course known I would get credit cards for the companies I would now own. Bright Industries did a lot of important work and research in the human realm, and was a big money maker for Niall; it was expected that I would need to purchase supplies for the functionality of the company. As far as I knew there was also a company car waiting for me at the head office in Shreveport. I hoped it wasn't anything to flashy, something normal would do. It would be nice to have a new car even if I would only drive it for specific company use.

I signed the documents where I needed to and Mr. C passed me the documents to the clothing Boutique that Niall was giving me to sign too. It didn't escape my notice either that not only was I being given this huge company, a company car, but also a clothing store I would have full access to for my own clothing needs. Niall had really thought it through, and really I couldn't wait to get a new wardrobe. After experiencing the type of clothing that I wore in Faery, in all honesty I wasn't looking forward to going back to my old wardrobe. Sure sun dresses, jeans and t-shirts were fine; but, that was part of the old Sookie, the part I was trying to shed.

After signing everything I needed to, we said our goodbyes and agreed to still meet on Tuesday after I'd returned home. I hugged him goodbye and Diantha too, and asked that she come with him to our meeting so that I could see her again.

I made my way back to the room that I'd stayed with Eric in last night, passing the Were's who were guarding the door. I wondered if the palace was warded by witches because the only security that I could make out for protecting the Vampires during the daytime were the guards posted at the door to the stairs and the guards that patrolled the hallways below. I filed that information away to ask Eric about later.

It was close to three in the afternoon and seeing as I would most likely be up late tonight with the informal gathering that Aeneas had organised, I thought it best that I got some sleep before I had to get ready.

I entered the chamber, dropping the 'human' glamour I held over myself, revealing my Fairy features; it didn't take much effort to hold or release the glamour anymore. I was using my glamour more and more, and regularly releasing the glamour at night. The practice definitely helped, but I had a feeling that Eric's blood, whatever ancient magic his blood held, gave my spark the kind of strength and control I needed so that glamour, control on my scent, my telepathy now seemed effortless.

I stripped off my clothes, folded them and placed them on the chair in the corner of the room. My Viking looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. I know that technically he was dead, but still, he looked beautiful to me. He could be vicious and brutal when he needed to be, but when he was with me, I saw him. I only saw Eric; not the Sheriff. I couldn't get enough of him and this pull towards him that seemed to be there for both of us I wasn't going to fight; I was going to embrace it and let it take us where ever we were meant to be.

He still hand his arm stretched out over my side of the bed, so I slipped under the covers and snuggled into his side with my head on his shoulder and my hand resting on his chest, right over where is heart was. It might not beat, but I still felt it was there, for me.

Feeling a little like making trouble I let the control on my scent slip a little. It would of course be like poking an angry bear, but I trusted him not to hurt me, and it would be a nice wake up for me (and him) I was sure of it.

"Sookie…" a sultry voice called to me. I was in the middle of a deep sleep, but the voice stirred my consciousness and I smiled, remembering what I had done before falling asleep.

"Min felika…wake up for me."

Eric.

I was lying on my stomach, and I felt his weight on top of me; he was straddling my thighs locking me onto the bed.

"Hmm Eric what are you doing?" I asked in the best fake sleepy voice I could muster.

"I think you know…" he grabbed my wrists and held them to the bed over my head, "…exactly what I'm doing." His head came down to the curve of my neck were he nuzzled his nose, "…I think…" he breathe out and a groan vibrated through his chest, "…you intended for this to happen." His tongue snaked out and slid from my shoulder to under my ear; he slipped it into the shell of my lobe and then whispered, "What do you think I'm doing sweet Sookie?"

"Sweet Jesus." I muttered under my breath.

He clasped both my wrists in one hand and brought his now free hand to grip my hip in place; leaving small kisses all over the side of my neck, across my nape, and onto the other side. I felt a pulse of energy shoot up my spine, causing me to whimper as Eric grinded his erection into the valley of my backside and my own arousal pooled between my thighs.

"Gods Sookie you smell divine. We are going to be late to the party, because I am not letting you out of bed just yet, and I find myself feeling…rather hungry." His nose nuzzled into my neck again. His tongue came out to lick the spot he wanted, a loud moan escaping my mouth.

He moved his legs so that they were in between mine, and used his knees to nudge my legs apart, so that I was spread out for him like a feast on display at a banquet.

Using his blunt teeth he playfully bit my skin and pulled a little, "I won't go easy on you," he released my hip and I felt his hand go lower, where he abruptly thrust two fingers into me, checking if I was ready. He whispered in my ear, "Just as well you are already so wet for me Sookie."

I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. This wasn't going to be nice and gentle; this was going to be hard and fast. Exactly what I had intended; what I needed. I felt him tease my entrance with the head of his hard length.

"So warm…so soft." He crooned.

Without any warning in one sure hard stroke he thrust into to the hilt. "Oh my god Eric." Again I felt his blunt teeth playfully biting at my skin as he pulled out of me only to drive hard length back into me. He gave me no time to adjust to him, but I was so ready and so needy, I didn't need it. His free hand was again gripping my hip pulling me up slightly so my ass was raised in the air by a fraction. He held himself still for the briefest moment trying his hardest to regain control, giving me a chance to adjust to his length. I lifted my hips a little to move back onto him.

Thwack his hand came down on my backside. I sucked in a breath; stunned for a moment. I felt the sting when his hand connected with my flesh, but as quickly as I felt the pain it morphed into something else, a wave of pleasure ripped through me and I felt my muscles clench and release, in anticipation of him, desperately trying to pull him back into me.

"I did not tell you to move," he rubbed his hand over his warning mark; my skin was warm and his hand was cool. The effect it had on me was unreal.

Oh my God he spanked me…oh god Eric do it again…I silently begged him.

I couldn't make my lips move to ask him. What would he say? What would he think of me? What did I think of me?

I still couldn't move my hands, and while he has still rubbed the spot where he had spanked me he leaned into me and whispered, "I think you liked that my naughty Fairy. I felt your lust, your need intensify."

Oh god that voice, I moaned loudly; he already knew I wanted it again.

Thwack he brought his palm down on my other cheek, and my traitorous mouth whimpered in approval, "Do not move." He reached up and took both my arms pulled them behind my back; my hands fell limply across my lower back and he grasped onto my upper arms with both hands, using me for leverage as he drove himself back into me so hard that I think I yelped. Over and over again he pushed himself into me, tormenting me with the pleasure that rocked through my body, taking everything he could from me, everything I willingly gave him. I could do nothing but take it, the absolute physical connection we had was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. I felt almost euphoric at the thought that my body alone was giving him this much pleasure.

My screams of satisfaction and the wet sounds of our intimate connection filled the room. I could feel my climax building, quickly. Eric dropped a hand from my upper arm and grabbed hold of my ass cheek and squeezed roughly while still impaling his hard length into me, slick with my own arousal. Eric's forehead came down to rest on my shoulder trapping my arms between us.

"Mitt hjärta…knulla…" (My heart…Fuck…) His hand left my ass and he slipped his arm between me and the bed, he pulled me roughly up against his chest. One arm holding me just under my breasts, pushing them up locking me in place. His other free hand came down between my thighs, pressing two fingers into my folds, circling my clit, while he continued to pound himself into me. My arms now free dropped to my sides and gripped his thighs to keep balance.

"Cum with me Sookie." And at that he plunged his fangs into my nape. My head fell back onto him; a succession of expletives and screams escaped me while my body convulsed and contracted around him. Bright lights flashed before my eyes as I felt Eric tense up and tighten his hold on me while he released himself inside me. He slowed down his movements, still suckling at my neck. I raised my hand up to his face behind me, and ran my fingers into his hair, twisting and tugging at his tendrils a little.

"Mm mm…" he moaned, retracting his fangs, and licking at the wound. "Fuck Sookie," he murmured, collapsing onto the bed on his side bringing me with him.

I just closed my eyes and relished being with my Viking in his arms. Nothing mattered to me right then.

"That was…"

"Amazing." I finished for him.

"Did i hurt you?" His voice was full of concern.

"No, not at all. That was out of this world."

"Not even when I spanked you Sookie?" I could even hear the smirk in his voice.

I flushed, I knew my face would be red if I looked in a mirror right now, I cleared my throat, "Erm, no not even then. I…I kind of…liked it?" It came out as more of a question than a statement. I did like it, and while I knew he'd done it the second time because he had known that I had liked it, I wasn't sure what he actually thought about it.

I could feel his chest starting to vibrate around me, while he chuckled, "Sookie, its ok that you liked it. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. So my wicked little Fairy likes to be spanked. I'll remember that my sweet. Do not worry." My face flushed crimson I was sure of it since I could feel it burning.

"We should probably get up Eric. We need to start getting ready for this party that Aeneas told us about." I said, trying to swiftly change the subject.

He got out of bed, came around to my side of the bed at vampire speed, and roughly pulled me from between the sheets and threw me over his shoulder; I screamed out in shock.

"Eric! Fuck! Put me down!" I almost screeched at him.

He turned his face into my hip and bit into me playfully with his blunt teeth and I screamed again when his cool hand landed on my ass.

"Now now Sookie, watch your language. I'm only taking you to our shower; be a good girl and I will not have to punish you."

I couldn't help it; I whimpered. Holy Mother of…pull yourself together Sookie!

It didn't take us long to shower. I refused his advances to get down and dirty again because I was pissed at myself for being turned on at his light-hearted comments about punishing me. Well not pissed at myself, just slightly irritated. Irritated that he could know me so well; I knew the bond would give him insider information on his Sookie, and I suppose in the end it was good. He wouldn't have to poke and prod me with questions like most men would have to, but it didn't stop me from being annoyed though.

The dress I had chosen for tonight was a red shift dress that cinched in at the waist, had a slight puff to the sleeves and was about mid-thigh in length. The shoes I had picked out, nude open toed sling back pumps were slightly higher than I would normally wear, but I wanted to try them to get used to the height. They'd been a gift from Claudine when I had been in Faery. Under the dress I had a red matching lace bra and panties set that I was sure wouldn't survive the night under Eric's talented hands.

I got dressed while Eric was in and out of the bathroom and making phone calls. I had just leaned down to put my other shoe on when I saw Eric's very expensive looking shoes appear in the bathroom doorway, I stood up and watched as he looked me over, pulling his phone from his ear to snap it shut. He had yet to put on a shirt; it wasn't easy to pull my gaze from his beautiful chest to look at his face for his reaction.

"Min Felika, I do not think it is a good idea for you to wear that tonight." He said with his eyebrows furrowed. I wondered what he was confused about.

I chuckled at his expression, "Why ever not Eric?" I asked with a smirk forming on my lips.

"Well…for one thing…well you…" I coughed, clearing my throat to get his attention from my legs, which seemed to make him stutter. I smiled at him when his eyes reached mine, picking up my silver clutch bag from the bed. It didn't have much in it; a phone, a few dollars, but I found it comfortable to have a bag of some kind just to keep something in my hands.

"Shall we get going Eric?"

He merely nodded his head and reached into the closet to retrieve a perfectly, crease-free blood red dress shirt which matched my dress. How convenient of him. He left the top few buttons undone, and forwent a formal tie.

"Yes, of course let's make our way to the pool room. You look…divine Sookie," he stepped closer to me and took my chin in his hand, caressing me gently with his fingers, "You always do, but tonight you look like a Goddess, my Goddess." He kissed me, softly, chastely; my eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as our lip drew together, an electrical charge seemed to fill the room. A soft sound of satisfaction left my lips, and when his hand moved from my chin to cup my cheek; I leaned into his touch.

"Come min lilla älva, if we hurry we will not be as late as I had thought." His hand left my cheek, grazed down my side and those delightfully talented fingers intertwined with my own.

When we reached the pool room, where the King was holding our little informal gathering, there was already a few vampires milling around. I spotted the Vampire we had met yesterday, Rasul, in the far corner talking with another male vampire and a female Were. I only knew what they were of course, as I constantly scanned the room with my mind.

After seeing that Aeneas was nowhere to be found, Eric grasped my hand in his and led me over to where Rasul was conversing.

"Rasul." Eric only nodded his head in greeting.

"Sheriff." Rasul acknowledged in return.

"The King has not yet made an appearance?" Eric inquired.

"No, there was some activity on the grounds tonight but, I've not been made aware of the situation yet." He raised an eyebrow at Eric when he revealed that information. It seemed significant, that look, as if he were passing a hidden message.

"Thank you Rasul. Thalia is with Aeneas?"

"As far as I know; I have been told no different."

We mingled for a while after that exchange of words. Eric introduced me to various Vampires and Were's that were on Aeneas staff, and a few that were just invited guests. Those that I could read through my telepathy weren't giving off any malicious thoughts so far, so at least I had something good to tell Aeneas, should he ask.

Just as I was thinking that, Aeneas himself strode into the pool room.

"Eric, a word please; bring Ms. Brigant with you." It was an order not a request and as quickly as he made the order he was out of the room again; and, at the words 'Ms. Brigant' I heard intakes of breath, and 'Oh!' all around the room. Thanks Aeneas. I knew my presence or the knowledge of who I was couldn't be held back for much longer being that everyone knew of a 'Ms. Brigant, Princess of the Sky Faeries' in the first place. But I wasn't expecting my first 'outing' to be…well…like that.

Eric was tugging my hand, gently leading me out of the room in the direction Aeneas had gone. Once outside of the doors we were again in the court yard area that seemed central to the main buildings on the property. Aeneas stood tall and regal, dressed in the blackest of suits that fit him like a glove, with a matching black dress shirt, open at the top showing a hit of what lay underneath. He had three of his Vampire guards with him.

"Eric. I have some unsettling news for you and Sookie," he stepped forward and took my free hand in both of his; caressing them gently like I was a delicate flower. I already had a bad feeling; this wasn't right…something wasn't….I looked up at Eric in panic and he took my hand in his, snaking his now free hand around my waist, pulling me into his side which gave me a measure of comfort.

"I know of the Vampire that you both found at your property not long after you returned from Faery Sookie. After arranging for your trip here, I took it upon myself to send guards to your home to keep it under watch while you were gone. I know you have yet to have a witch put any wards up around your home. I had not put any Were guards on daytime rotation, only two Vampires for the evening…" he paused, letting me absorb the information. Guards, at my home, ok, "When my guards arrived there tonight there were already two vampires in your house…"

"What? In my house? How could they get in my house?" I cut him off before he could finish.

"…They had taken someone there who went in, and then could give them the invitation to enter, so they could search your home."

Eric's hand tightened around my waist.

Someone…they took someone…oh my god please…no!

"Your brother Jason was half drained and under their influence when my guards got to the house," the King continued. At hearing the news, Eric's hands grasped my small hand a little tighter, trying to comfort me.

My knees gave way; my entire body felt numb. I had that feeling again, that one where you are under water, and everything goes fuzzy, and your hearing gets all muffled. Eric caught me before I collapsed onto the ground.

"No, oh god Jason…where is he? Oh god…" my voice trailed off, my eyes clouded over, and I glanced up to Aeneas' face.

"I instructed my guards to bring him here; he is resting. He is very weak and will require a lot of rest, food, and fluids or so our doctor on site tells me. But he will be fine Sookie. The guards got there in time to stop anything further from happening. I'll take you to see him now."

I felt dazed, like time wasn't quite working properly. I looked from the King and up to Eric. His eyes held something, I wasn't sure what it was, but beneath the surface I could see the storm building. The sea in his eyes thrashing and swirling; anger ready to be unleashed.

He held me up with both his hands keeping me steady, one hand came up to cup my face, his thumb softly stroking my cheek and wiping away my silent tears.

"Mitt Hjärta, do not cry. You are safe here. Your kin is safe here. Nothing will happen to you; I will forever make sure of that." He drew me into his arms, giving me the comfort and possessive protection I needed, the implication of his 'forever' lost to me at that moment.

"T-take me to Jase…p-please." I whispered and sobbed into his chest.

He reluctantly let me go, and we followed Aeneas into the main building where we were staying. Except where we would normally stop and go downstairs, Aeneas led us past a couple more doors; past beautiful paintings and light fixtures, and came to a stop outside a door that held my injured brother inside.

Aeneas opened the door and stepped to the side to allow me through first. With Eric still holding my hand I walked into what was a sitting room. Jason was laying on one of the sofas to the side of the room, near an open fire place. From what I could see of him, his clothing was tattered and all bloodied. There was a thick blanket covering his legs. My hand automatically went to my face, covering my mouth before I could let out a choked sob, my shoulders caving in and shuddering as my tears fell. Oh god Jason.

Eric embraced me as much as he could to give me support and comfort. It hadn't occurred to me until now that he was feeling every emotion I had gone through, through our blood tie. I couldn't fathom how he was handling my erratic feelings and holding back his anger from ripping apart the Vampires that had gone into my home and riffled through my things. Their scent would be everywhere.

Jason woke up hearing my quiet sobs, and raised his head to see who it was. There was a female Vampire in the room with us who I didn't recognise.

"Sook? That you?" he asked weakly as he tried to focus on me.

I strode over to him and knelt at the side of the sofa and took his hand in mine.

"Yeah I'm here Jase. God, are you ok? I'm so sorry, Jase, I can't believe they did this to you." I must have been a mess as tears streaked down my face. I was sure that I looked like a raccoon, having darks circles under my eyes as my mascara ran down my face. It was also taking a lot of energy to hold the control on my scent as well and the glamour on my appearance. All the emotion and crying had taken its toll on me and my Fairy gifts were going to suffer with my lack of energy. Losing control of my scent would certainly not be good in this room at all, and neither would losing my glamour. It made me feel edgy.

I didn't want to start panicking or flee from the room; someone would surely ask why I was acting shifty. I looked up to Eric to see what he was doing, which as it turned out was silently questioning Aeneas on the Vampires who were at my home. Of course I could hear them; Aeneas and this other Vampire didn't know that, neither did Jason.

"Yeah Sook, I'm doin' ok. Feelin' better than before; that was some crazy shit. This lady here gave me her blood to heal me sis." He stated clear as anything as he smiled up at her, even near death my brother was always the flirt. Eric spun around to look at the three of us when he heard what Jason had said.

"You gave him your blood, Thalia?" Eric asked almost wide eyed. I wasn't really sure what to say. I was barely holding onto my Fairy glamour; Jason had been attacked and saved by vampire blood and Thalia's blood at that! I had just met Godric's sister and all I could think of was that I needed to get out of this god damn room.

"Yes, Aeneas instructed me to do what was necessary to save Mr. Stackhouse. So I did what was necessary." She looked down at me and looked almost hesitant or possibly even worried.

My breathing started to come fast and shallow and my eyes darted around the room searching for something; I wasn't sure what. My hand came up to my chest as if to calm my own breathing down, but it wasn't working. Two strong arms wrapped around me and I heard Eric...somewhere…

Everything was foggy and heavy and I couldn't make out where Eric was, and I really wanted Eric. I think I tried calling for him…I could hear murmuring somewhere, but it was hard to reach. I felt like the world was spinning and I was losing my grip, and I couldn't see my way to the surface.

Then my whole world went black.

A/N So Sookie had had some rather disturbing news, she'll get some more unsettling information in the next chapter, but it will be her making. I'm thinking of doing another Eric POV soon…ish…I'm not sure, I'll see what reviewers say!

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