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I don't own True Blood. I really really wish I did. I would have a much nicer car. I do however own Claire. She's mine.

Last time:

Sleep overcame me, and I let it. I wanted to be away from all my questions.

I didn't dream this time.

CPOV

Bill sat me down at a chair across from his desk. The room that I was in was tacky in a way that only Bill Compton could pull off. Dark colors assaulted my eyes, and the wallpaper was just gaudy.

The silver handcuffs were still on my wrists, and I didn't show that I wasn't allergic to them by wincing every couple of minutes. Bill noticed that my wrists weren't being affected by the silver. Shit.

Bill sat down at his desk. He stared at me for a moment before he leaned forward in his chair.

"What's going on with Eric and Sookie?" Wow. I didn't expect that question. He clearly had a one track mind. Pathetic.

"Bill, why do you care? From what Sookie has told me, you even moved on before she did." I wanted so badly to say that I saw her memories of her walking into Bill's room after him and a Miss Pellum fornicated, but I bit my tongue to keep from saying anything.

Bill gave me what I can only describe as the "Bill look of hatred and annoyance," and I gave it right back to him. He took a minute before answering, "She was gone for a year." I shrugged, with Eric's own look of indifference on my face. Spending a couple hundred years with someone who seemingly doesn't have emotions has many benefits. I believe Americans call it a "Poker Face."

"You can smell them. They've obviously been fucking. You probably know more about their relationship than I do."

"You aren't jealous?"

I gave him a look of boredom, "Oh Bill. Please enlighten me on why the fuck I would be."

"You love Eric," I nodded and he continued, "So why aren't you jealous of his girlfriend?"

"Bill, I love Eric because Eric and I have spent more time together than you've been alive." I paused, looking him up and down, "Eric is my maker. I can assure you I'm not jealous of Miss Sookie Stackhouse." I annunciated her name, making it seem like I really didn't care about her. I guess I didn't on the surface, but deep down, she was also Fae. Fae was family. But, Sookie was from a different bloodline, the Brigant line. Brigant was the sky clan. Sky fae were so weak. I preferred the water Fae, because Neave and Loughlin were favorites of mine as enforcers. My father really didn't care about the Brigant line, but he was one of the 4 underling clans, so he had to pay them a certain respect.

I usually didn't get involved in politics, but when Fintan first explained the clan system, I was intrigued. "My dearest Princess," Fintan would always start off conversations with me like this. At the memory, I rolled my eyes. "We are of the ruling clan. We have been for over 6000 years. There are 4 underling clans, who have attributes to all 4 elements; Earth fae, Sky fae, Water fae, and Fire fae. We take attributes of all 4."

"Are we the ruling clan because we are the strongest?"

"Yes, but you know that we aren't really a clan. There's only me, you, and Mab." He took my chin in his hand, "You are royal. You will never want for anything, and you will never have to bow to anyone. When I consorted with your mother, and she gave birth to you, it was the happiest day of my existence. In you, I see her."

My mother wasn't full fae, just half. That made me 3/4ths fae. It was a shame she died, but I never met her so I didn't really care too much about that. Being 3/4ths was truly the perfect combination, I got all the powers of full fae, but I could still walk in public without being drained by vampires. I still attracted them, and that was how I met Eric and Godric.

When I started to think about Eric, I snapped out of my reverie.

"Are you even listening to me?" I nodded at Bill. "As I was saying, I think it's in both of our best interests that Eric and Sookie aren't together. You want Eric, I want Sookie. We can work together and make this happen."

"What? I don't want Eric, I only want him to be happy. Sookie makes him happy. Do you make Sookie happy? No, probably not. Whenever I see you walk into the room, all I see is pain. When Eric walks into the room, all I see is happiness in her face." Bill needed to hear this, no matter how hard it was for him. Eric didn't understand that when I was made into his progeny that I didn't love him, and that he most certainly didn't make me happy. I wish someone would have told him. I admit, I led him on. I was truly only thinking of my survival, I thought that if he cared about me then maybe I'd be protected from Godric. Ok. NOT thinking about this now. I took a deep breath.

Even though it was the truth for Bill, his face still contorted in disbelief. I saw rage cross his features. He stood up from his desk, almost knocking down his chair in the process. He sped to my side and picked me up by the forearm. "I need to prepare for the Resurrection, and I need to chain you. Don't worry. You won't be held in silver as a punishment." I gave him a quizzical look, then the reality set in when I realized what he was going to do to me, "We decided to go with fortified iron chains. You don't mind right? At least it's not silver." My face blanched, then I got control of my features.

"Is that really necessary?"

"What? Are you afraid of iron?"

I stared him down, not wanting to give anything up. He hauled me into a modern basement. There were some cells on the left side and on the right side was a sort of a well furnished living room. How odd. Straight down the hall, there was a small concrete bunker cell, with a silver door.

We started walking down the hall, and as we got closer I could smell the iron. Eric would be ashamed at me, I started resisting Bill by slowing myself down. My eyes started to fill with tears. I hadn't been around iron for many, many years. When I was human it didn't affect me, but when Eric turned me, it burned me worse than any silver could burn a vampire. The iron in people's blood didn't bother me, it was when it was in its metal form. There was a lot of iron in the room.

Bill had a smile on his face as we reached the silver door. The handle wasn't silver, it was just a normal handle, and Bill opened the cell. Inside the small concrete cell, there was a singular metal chair with armrests. On the far facing wall, there were iron chains. My eyes teared up, and I looked at Bill. "Bill, I know that you want to hurt me, but that much iron will kill me."

He looked at me, taking my face in his free hand. "I don't know what you're talking about." The glint in his eyes told me everything. He wanted to punish Eric for stealing his woman, so he was going to torture me.

"Really Bill! Give her up!" I didn't even care about trying to discreetly resist, I full out started to try to break the silver handcuffs. Bill was pretty strong though, and I was still weak from teleporting from Faery. He pushed me down into the metal chair and reached behind me for the first iron shackles.

"I think we'll start just with the shackles, maybe later we can do the chains."

Tears were streaming down my face and I decided to try the Walter charm. "Please Bill, please don't do this to me." It didn't work. There was too much iron in the air, I wasn't concentrating enough.

He took the first shackle and attached it. I screamed so loud that I thought my mother could hear me from the "Afterland". The iron melted all the skin on my wrists and I could feel the iron scraping my bone. I flailed my free arm, trying to hit Bill, but he easily grabbed my weakened wrist and forced it to the armrest.

When he attached the second shackle, I was hurling so many insults and obscenities, Bill probably learned a few new words in German.

He reached down to my ankle and took it, the stupid Louboutins that Pam made me wear were going to get bloody. My last thought before he attached the ankle shackles were that Pam was going to kill me. After the first shackle on my left side, the "tar" started to come up. When fairies are exposed to high amounts of iron and they are still living, we start to throw up a black goo, which has the nickname "tar".

I retched, and my head rolled to my side, and the tar came up slowly and gave me the slight suffocating sensation.

I got most of it out of my mouth, and Bill was looking at me with disgust right before he put the last shackle. I didn't feel him putting the last shackle on, I had already passed out.

SPOV

Alcide and I slept for most of the day. I didn't even want to think about Debbie. I didn't really care. Alcide and I didn't have sex, he was only there platonically.

When I woke up, I was laying on his chest. His arms were on me, and I felt safe. After he felt me stir, he woke up too. He looked down, smiled at me, and looked back at the ceiling. The memories of my horrific dream and how I acted to Alcide came in a deluge back to me.

"I am so, so sorry. I seriously didn't know that you were Alcide, and that you weren't going to hurt me."

He just looked down at me, and patted me on the head, "Cher, its ok. But, who did you think I was?"

I didn't want to tell him that I thought he was Eric and that he was going to kill me, but I thought that I should tell him the truth. "I think that when Claire healed me, she gave me a nightmare. I think it was a memory. I'm actually sure it was a memory." I burrowed my face into his chest. "Alcide, it was so real. She was so scared."

"Who hurt her, Cher?" I looked up at him, pain in my features.

When I didn't reply, recognition hit his features. "You saw who killed her." I nodded into his chest, not wanting to meet his eyes again. "Do you know who it was, or did you not get a good look at whoever did it?"

I sat up in bed, and pulled him up with me. He wrapped me into a warm embrace. I whispered into his ear, "It was Eric."

He instantly pulled away. "What happened to her?"

I took a deep breath before I started, "Well, it was at Fangtasia, in the basement. The dream was so weird. I couldn't hear anything, but everything else was so vivid." I stopped, trying to gather my thoughts. Alcide took my small hands in his large ones, urging me to continue. "It was like I was at the bottom of the basement, looking at what happened in the third person. The door swung open, and Eric was holding Claire in by her upper arm, and he was kind of dragging her into the basement. They were yelling at each other, and walking down the stairs." I stopped, because tears started to fall. Alcide just wiped them away with his thumb.

"Do you want to continue? If it's too difficult for you to talk about, I don't need to know."

I looked deep into his eyes (and his mind) and I saw that he was being sincere. "No, no. Anyways, they reached the bottom steps, and he let her go with a little shove. They just started screaming at each other. Then Eric stopped and started laughing, and he took her face in his hands," as Sookie said this, she took Alcide's face in her hands, like Eric did to Claire, "and he said something to her. She said something back and he- he-"Alcide cut me off in another hug because I started sobbing.

He started rocking me back and forth, trying to soothe me. "He slapped her so hard that he had blood on his hand. And- and he licked it off of his fingers and he-"I was still sobbing, but I kept trying to get through the story. "Claire stumbled on her big heels, so she didn't notice it at first and she saw what he was doing, and she tried to leave, but she couldn't. He tackled her and her head hit the ground really hard and he started draining her and then he started-"Alcide finally cut me off with a finger over my lips. He pulled us back down onto the bed, and he was cradling me into his chest.

My sobs were getting his chest really wet, but he wasn't wearing a shirt so I wasn't worried. "How is she alive, Alcide? I saw the light leave her eyes when Eric was…" I shuddered at the sight of her eyes becoming dull. "In the bloodlust he just ripped her clothes off and started- he started-," Alcide cut me off again, shaking his head.

"Sookie, you can't stay with him. It's too dangerous. What if he got angry at you? He would drain you and take advantage of you too!"

"But-but he didn't mean it. He was so absorbed…"I was shaking my head profusely.

"I can't believe that you are still defending him, Sook." I couldn't either.

"How is she alive, Alcide? I saw her die."

"We're just gonna have to ask her that. Maybe it's not for us to know."

After about 30 minutes of him holding me, I calmed down.

I got up, and pulled his hand to get up too. He followed me downstairs into the kitchen. As he sat down at the table, I read the time on the wall. 4:13? "We slept for the entire day!" He just looked up at me, and smiled. I began to make us some dinner.

As I was cooking, Alcide was scheming. He didn't think we should go to the Moon Goddess Emporium, to find Eric. I told him that I was going with or without him. He really had no choice and we both knew it.

I had to find Eric, and I had to get Claire to tell us how she is alive.

I set dinner onto the table, I had fried some steak and vegetables. Alcide started to dig in, but I grabbed his hand. I made the motion that I was going to pray. He followed my lead as I said, "Bless us, oh Lord, and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen."

Alcide and I dug into our food, both extremely hungry from stress and not eating all day.

…

A few hours later, we were driving away from Moon Goddess Emporium. Everything was fine, until Tara pulled the gun on me. Eric seemed to be in a trance. We barely got out unscathed, and we only got out thanks to my telepathic powers.

Alcide drove like a madman to the hotel, and we both jumped out of the car.

I could hear Bill's voice over the loudspeaker as I ran into the hotel. There was a room full of people and Bill was on a podium, with silver balloons spelling out "TOLERANCE" framing him.

"Bill!" I shouted, the loudest I could.

He looked confused around the audience, "Sookie?"

Just as he said that, there were screams. I looked up behind me and almost lost my lunch, again. There were Bill's guards, 3 of them, with their intestines ripped out in front of them, three vampires behind them. Oh shit. I retched, and Alcide grabbed onto my upper arms. The vampires dropped the guards off of the balcony, and people started screaming. I held onto Alcide as people charged past us, trying to get out of the hotel.

Alcide pressed my body up against his and I whispered, "Don't shift Alcide. There are cameras everywhere." He nodded, and held me tighter. Just as I saw Eric fly over our heads, I screamed at Bill, "They're coming after you! RUN!" Alcide let up his grip on me a little.

We started to push through the crowd as Eric and Bill started fighting. I screamed Eric's name, trying to wake him up from the witch's compulsion. He looked at me briefly, before turning back and decking Bill. He sent him flying across the now almost empty room, and snarled the words, "Kill the King." My veins turned to ice, and I stepped in the path that led Eric up to Bill.

Eric payed me no mind, and sped past me. Alcide was trying to help a child that had been pushed down by the people during the rush to leave the building. Eric jumped on Bill's back, yanking at Bill's head. I don't really think that I had my wits about me, because I just jumped on Eric's back, yelling at him to get off.

He pushed me down to the ground, and Bill took out a gun, shooting him in the shoulder, and I screamed.

Bill rang out several more shots to different vampires under the witch's compulsion. I stepped in front of Bill's gun just as he was about to shoot Eric again. Eric pulled the bullet out from his shoulder, and got up. He charged Bill again, and sent him flying into a wooden bookcase, which splintered quickly.

I ran in front of Eric, and I had a flashback to him draining Claire. His fangs were down and he was snarling at me. He grabbed my hair in one hand, still holding the stake in the other hand. Eric yanked my head to the side, while simultaneously lifting me up by my hair to bring me to his mouth.

Pain erupted all over my scalp as he lifted me, and he bit into my neck almost exactly how he bit into Claire's neck. I started kicking and screaming, but Alcide was lost in the crowd. Bill was still trying to get up, but he had a large piece of wood sticking out of his side.

With the last amount of my strength, I put my palms towards Eric as I screamed, "NO MORE!" Light shot out brilliantly, hitting Eric full force. Eric stumbled back slightly, his skin giving a few puffs of smoke. Bewilderment crossed his features as he stared into my eyes. I fell to the ground with a thud, losing all the air in my lungs with a giant whoosh.

Bill started to get up, but Eric ran to me first. He picked me up and ripped his wrist open and forced it into my mouth. "I am so, so sorry Sookie. I wasn't myself."

His memories! Bill charged him at this moment, but Eric grabbed his wrist.

I let go of Eric's wrist as Bill started to realize what happened. Eric still held his wrist at my mouth, and I drank the saccharine blood.

Eric looked down at me, and he looked like he was in so much pain as he whispered the words, "She's alive." As if he thought he never would say those words again. He wasn't talking about me, he was talking about Claire.

He let a single red tear fall before I passed out in his arms.

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