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Eric
Eric had never felt so betrayed, and by Godric at that. He thought he knew everything about his maker, he thought he had proved himself worthy of his trust. But he clearly hadn't. Godric had hidden something from him, something important, something great enough that it drove Nefertari to attack Catherine as she had. Godric had never been forthcoming about Nefertari's life, which was understandable, but Eric had at least thought Godric had always been honest about himself. Hadn't Eric proved his loyalty to Godric? Hadn't he shown him enough love to have the right to know every aspect of him? Eric had never hidden anything from his maker, he could not. He had never even lied to Godric. But Godric had lied to him. And that hurt deeper than Eric had ever felt. He felt like a child being burned for the first time. He did not know how to react.
He was torn between begging Nefertari for the answers to his questions, and trying to tear her apart, probably dying in the process. "You will tell me everything," he demanded. He had no true power over her, since she was 4000 years his elder, but his anger was empowering him right now. He would do whatever he had to in order to know what Godric had hidden from him.
She just stared at him for a long moment before nodding slightly. "I suppose it is time," she said. He opened his mouth to begin his assault but she held up a hand to stop him. "Before you ask the hundreds of questions I see brewing in your eyes, you should know, you may ask whatever you like. However, that does not mean I will oblige you an answer."
"I deserve to know everything," he growled. She dared hide anything from him? From Godric's child? From the one vampire who loved Godric just as much as she did?
"Perhaps," she said. "But that is my final word on it. I may shield some truth not only to protect both you and I, but also to honor my last promise to Godric."
"Very well," he said slowly. He did not seem to have much of a choice. He had to know anything he could from her. The rest, he would find Catherine and torture the truth out of her if need be.
She walked around to the thrown couch and sat down leisurely. "You might as well sit," she said. "This is going to take a while."
He sat down at his desk and looked at her expectantly. "What is Catherine's connection to Godric?"
Nefertari sighed and was quiet for a long time. "Did he ever tell you about our time in England? During the time of Arthur and Merlin?"
"He never elaborated," Eric said. "He simply told me it was, as he put it, a one in a million years experience."
She shook her head, smiling slightly. "He was right about that. Godric and I traveled there when talk of the city's prosperity and population reached our years. I myself had read from Alexander's library. There was talk this new realm held the same promise. I wanted to see it myself." She looked beyond him, as if she was seeing a different time, a different place. "It was glorious. It was a delicious time. But they knew too much about magic. They knew of our kind and it made them wary. Hunting vampires was a bit of a sport then. Vampires knew well not to linger in the citadel. But Godric and I were always a bit daring and adventurous together. Besides, we had our cover. I was able to walk in the sun, and so could not possibly be a child of the night. It was easy to explain Godric's 'skin condition' then as the reason for his absence in the sun. Merlin knew what we were, but for whatever reason, the wizard did not reveal us. I suppose it was because magic had so long been punishable by death under Uther, and he did not see us as a troublesome pair."
"And what does that have to do with Catherine?" he asked impatiently. He knew what Camelot was like under both Uther and Arthur's rule. He didn't care about that. He wanted to know about Godric.
"Patience, Viking," Nefertari smirked. He nodded slightly, and she continued her tale. "As I was about to say, before you so rudely interrupted, there was a hunt one night. The townspeople were looking for a vampire, one that had drained all their livestock. Catherine came to us that night. Godric felt an odd need to protect the mysterious vampire, though he did not know who she was. She had just shown up on our doorstep, we thought she had smelled us out. Godric hid her away in our little house and we waited until morning. I went to court, trying to hear news of what had happened during the night while Godric had Catherine were dead to the world. They were going to try again the next night. When the sun went down and I relayed the message to them, Godric vowed to protect her. I told him he was foolish, that we should cut our losses and go before we ourselves were found out. But he refused. Catherine could not leave Camelot for some reason, and Godric asked me to release him if I wanted to go."
Eric's eyebrow shot up at that. "He asked to be released?"
Nefertari rolled her eyes. "Never knew he was such a romantic, did you? Probably fashioned himself a Romeo . It was disgusting. But, of course, I denied his request. I was not going to let himself put himself in danger for some vampire he had just met.
His head turned suddenly. Sookie. He could feel her anger. He knew Bill must have made his expected visit. He wondered what exactly the pathetic sack of shit had said to piss her off so much. Eric was ready to rush to her, but Pam was there. He trusted Sookie's life with Pam. She would be cared for. And now, he had to find out about Godric. If it were anyone but Pam, he would have rushed to her side, the history be damned for another day. But he knew that rushing to her rescue was not wise when it came to Bill, unless he started to feel danger. Frankly, he was shocked she was not anger every second she was near Bill. The king had an infuriating way of annoying him as son as he entered a room. But for whatever reason, Sookie still cared for him. He knew this was a conversation they needed to have and knew he could trust Pam to keep her safe.
"Calm down, Eric, she'll be fine," Nefertari seemed to know what was bothering him. "If she wasn't, you would know now."
"She is angry," he said slowly. His own anger was something she was used to. In fact, he reveled in it. Feeling her anger and wanting nothing more than to end her pain confused and annoyed him. He was not used to feeling such - empathy. He had never felt such anger before. He wanted to end whoever pissed her off, probably Bill. He was his! Only Bill Compton would dare piss off what was his.
"As she will be many times to come what with you as her bonded," Nefertari smirked. "Now can we continue before I decide to end the story there?"
He growled but did not comment. He knew it was in her right as his elder and Godric's maker to do just that. "Continue," he said tersely. "What became of them? Obviously it was something big to cause you to hate her that much."
"You know already, don't you, Eric?" Nefertari smirked slightly. "I am sure you felt his pain when he talked of her, his heartbreak?"
"He loved her," it dawned on him. He had always suspected it, but he never spoke of it. How could he? Godric had been a different vampire in his early days. He had shown Eric to love thy maker, and child but give your heart to no one. Of course, then he had changed completely, becoming the empathetic vampire he had seen in his last days in Dallas.
"Yes," she said bitterly. "He fell in love so quickly. I told him he as a fool but he did it anyway. He bonded with her. It was more intense than you and your human, of course." She looked at him to contradict her, but he offered no arguments. The blood bond between two vampires was not something to take lightly. The fact that Godric had done it, and he never knew hurt hum so deeply. To be bound for eternity, that was what he wanted with Sookie. It was different than his bond with her. When both had forever, everything was.
"Why did he never tell me?"
"He had his reasons," she shrugged slightly. "Clearly, the bond was broken, though not completely. You know the price to end the bond, and he was not willing to pay it." She shook her head. "I didn't like her from the beginning. Something was wrong about her. She was too willing, even for a young one such as she. She was too eager to give herself to him and more importantly, to have him give himself to her."
"How did she betray him?" he asked. "If she was so willing to make the bond. One does not make that so quickly."
"I'm sure you have heard of the vampire hunters," she said coldly. "Vampires who hunt their own kind for sport and profit? They are an old Order that date back to the Oracles of Delphi, they now call themselves The Sisterhood."
He had heard of them, though, luckily, he had never come across them. They were a disgusting group of vampires who hated themselves and what they had become. They had but one goal in life, to rid the world of vampires. It was said that when they finished their mission, they would take their own lives as well. "She was of this Order?"
"You can understand my shock when this was finally revealed to us," Nefertari nodded. "I hadn't known they had been recruiting. I was there when they practiced in Delphi, before they knew how vast this world was, how gigantic their mission was. They couldn't kill me. I was centuries older than them, and I had knowledge they had yet to acquire. I was valuable. Godric, it appeared, was not. They sent her to take him out. She was a hundred years younger than him, and they knew that if she was obvious about it, either Godric or I could end her easily. She was to set a trap. I shouldn't have been surprised though. From the beginning, I could see she hated what she was to the point where she even refused to take human blood. You have heard of those who live on animal blood? It is not often, but it does happen. Every member of The Sisterhood finds sustenance only on the disgusting liquid."
"She gave him over to The Sisterhood?" Eric asked, appalled. He wondered how Godric had lived to even make him. From what he had heard, once The Sisterhood turned its eyes on you, you were dead. There had never been an instance where the targeted vampire survived.
Nefertari had blood tears in the corner of her eye. "She turned him over without even a moment of hesitation."
"Why are we here, Catherine?" Godric asked, looking around the dark forest. He could see easilywith his heightened senses. But it was late, and it was not wise to be caught out here during these times. Only the dead found these woods safe during the night.
She had been facing away from him, but she turned to him now, blood tears in her eyes. "You must know how sorry I am."
"For what?" he asked slowly, suddenly looking around. "Catherine, please tell me what is wrong."
"I really did love you," she said quietly when the silver chains fell down on him.
He fell to the ground, still covered in the silver, screaming in agony. He did not understand. He felt her pain at watching this, so why did she not help him? The silver was burning his skin, but his heart ached more as realization dawned on him. She had betrayed him.
"Good job,Catherine," an unfamiliar voice called. "You got him right where we want him." The vampire leaned down and he looked at the womansmirking at him. "Tricked you real good, didn't she? You know whys eh was made a vampire? Because she tried to be in a play, and she's a woman. Bet they're upset at losing such a great actress, aren't they?"
He felt her guilt through their bond, their stupid bond. How could he have been so foolish? Why did he not listen to Nefertari? She had warned him of Catherine, and he had ignored her. He felt heavy with his guilt and pain. He wished his true death would come to him quickly."Who are you?" he screamed through clenched teeth.
"We are The Sisterhood," another voice said coldly. "Catherin, take those chains off and chain his hands. We want him mobile at least. This will not be a mercy killing after all."
"No," he said as he saw Catherine move slowly to him, her sadness pushing at him.
"No?" the first vampire laughed. "Isn't that cute? He thinks he has a choice in this." He was kicked hard in the ribs and he cried out in pain.
"I do not mean that," he said exasperatedly. "I simply meant I would prefer someone else chain me."
He met her eyes as she hung her head in shame. The second vampire nodded "Artemis, you do it."
The first vampire, named Artemis, took the chains off but pressed her foot against his back to stop him from escaping as she tied his wrists in chains. He hissed as some of his skin healed while the skin on his wrists burned away. The other vampire, the one in charge it seemed, stepped forward as Artmeis stood him up right. She removed a wooden stake from her belt and held it to his chest. He closed his eyes, willing the tears away. He had so much to do. He wanted to see Nefertari again. He wanted to be a maker. He wanted revenge. But at the same time, he no longer had a reason to live. He had been betrayed by one he had thought he loved. He had bonded to her, for all of eternity! She had consumed his heart and now it would be ripped out. "We cleanse this world of your evil, vampire."
She raised her hand to strike him down when her arm was suddenly ripped from her body, flying across the clearing. She screamed at she looked around, looking for the perpetrator. Godric simply smiled. He did not need to see the blur that circled them, the speed brought from more than 3000 years. He felt the rage that filled the woods, the sheer desire to kill.
Nefertari stopped behind the armless wench and ripped her head off in one movement, her eyes filled with bloodlust. Artmeis screamed and tried to run but she did not get far. Nefertari stuck her hand straight through her chest and ripped out her heart. She watched as Artmeis became a bloody pile of guts and clothes before turning to Catherine who had shrunken in fear. Nefertari stalked towards her slowly, her hand reaching out and grabbing her by the neck, throwing her to the ground. She was on top of her, her eyes filled with hatred. "I knew he shouldn't have trusted you."
"You should have warned him harder," Catherine had the nerve to talk back. Godric felt her resolve. She was dead, she knew. And now, she had no qualm about feeling despair for what she had done. It was that feeling that made him step forward, his hands still shackled in the silver. "Nefer, don't," he said quietly.
Nefertari's eyes flickered to his for a moment before snarling at the bitch under her. "She betrayed you."
"And she suffers for it," Godric said. "That is enough."
"Godric, I will not let you do this," Nefertari said. "Even if I have to command you as your maker. You will not go back to her."
"No," he said quietly. "I will not. But I do not wish to see her dead. Please, Nefertari, for me."
She looked at him for a long time, weighing his words. For him, she would do anything. But this? Catherine had betrayed him. She had almost sent him to her true death. Now he wanted her to spare the bitch?
She did not get to decide because while she stared at Godric, lost in thoughts, Catherine had decided to get the upper hand. She jumped up, slamming Nefertari on her back, her hand on her chest, ready to tear her heart out. Nefertari reached up to grab her when Catherine reached over and grabbed the silver chain that had been covering Godric before. She hissed at the pain until she dropped it on Nefertari, her skin ripping off with it. Nefertari cried out in agony, and though Godric rushed forward to help her, he was suddenly thrown back by an invisible force.
Lightning struck from the clear sky and hit the tree closest to them. "Enough!" a loud voice boomed. Merlin came into the clearing, his eyes blazing. He waved his arm and Catherine was flung back, and the silver covering her disappeared. She was up in a second, on top of Catherine, her foot pressed to her neck, ready to end her. She had gotten the better of her once. It would not happen again.
"You will go. You will never cross my path again. I allow you to live now solely because of the one you just betrayed," she seethed. "Now feel his pain for the rest for your days for your actions. You were stupid to bond with him, to think yourself worthy of sharing his emotions. You will not make that mistake again. You will leave from here. Go to the furthest stretches of this world. If I so much as hear mention fo you anywhere I am, I will have great joy in bringing you the true death."
She stepped away, and Catherine was on her feet in seconds. With a last look at Godric, she was gone, leaving only Godric and his maker. She rushed to him and released him from the shackles. He fell towards her with a roar and she clung to him, burying her face into his neck. "I apologize, Master," he said, using the name most makers had their sired use. She hissed at it. She was never his master. But she knew hoe sorry he truly was if he called her such. She said nothing, just holding him even tighter against her. She needed to feel him there with him, to know he was safe after being so close to losing him. She had never felt more desperate than those few moments she had sensed his danger and fear. She had rushed to him, pushing herself faster than she had ever run before. She would kill them all if she had lost him, she would turn this world around until they felt her pain. But he was safe, and though Catherine had gone free, it was enough.
She remembered why she was not dead this very moment and looked at Merlin. "Thank you. I do not know why you have helped us, but I am eternally grateful."
Merlin simply nodded. "I have seen all possible futures, child of the night. Letting you all leave her unharmed is the only way to bring about the one that will help this world. But you will not be welcome in Camelot henceforth. Take your spawn and leave this place."
She nodded, hugging Godric tighter. She did not understand the wizard's words but she would heed them. Merlin disappeared in an explosion of smoke, leaving only Nefertari and Godric. Her head turned in the direction Catherine had disappeared to. One day, the bitch would slip. One day, Nefertari would see her again. And when she did, she alone would end her in the most painful way for what she had done to Godric, her Godric. That was the silent vow she made before Godric pulled away and they disappeared into the night.
Eric was crying. He could feel the blood trinkling down his cheeks, but he made no move to wipe them away. He felt a renewed hatred of Catherine. He had always hated her because Godric always spoke of her in a sad tone, though he never explained why. Eric had assumed she had hurt him somehow, but he was not sure how. Because of that alone,because she made Godric, his Godric, his maker sad, he wanted to tear her heart now. Now to know exactly what had brought on Godric's sadness made him angrier.
Nefertari was smiling at him sadly. "Now you know why I wanted to kill her so badly."
"I should have let you," he said coldly.
"No, it is good that you stopped me this time," she argued. "It will make it sweeter the next time I see her in battle."
"Why did he never tell me any of this?" he asked angrily. "I deserved to know."
"It was not your burden to bear," Nefertari shrugged. "And I think she hurt him more than Godric ever wanted to admit, and to tell you would be proving that to me. He knew that if I knew how deeply he was hurt, I would have hunt the bitch down and killed her, despite my last promise. But despite what happened, I heard they were in contact again. I felt his pain when he saw her, and knew it could only be her. From what she says, I suppose they reconciled a bit. I should kill her for that too. She did not deserve his forgiveness."
"You know Godric," he said quietly. "He was always too forgiving for his own good."
She smiled. "He also had a way of loving the wrong people. Look at me. He loved him when I killed him, when I made him the monster he called himself because of." She looked at him sadly. "You, though, I think he chose well with you."
"Is that a compliment, Nefertari?" Eric smirked at her. This was rare.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't get cocky, Viking. I can still easily tear you a new one."
Eric opened his mouth to say something when he felt Sookie's pain. Something was wrong. She was hurt, and betrayed, and terrified. What the fuck was going on? Nefertari watched him with calculating eyes. She seemed to know where his mind was. She stood with a sigh. "You know, it feels like your human needs a lot of saving all the time."
He let out a small chuckle. "She does draw danger like a moth to a flame," he said as he stood. He was about to speed off when he looked at her. "Thank you for telling me these things. It means more than you will ever know."
She smiled knowingly. "Doesn't bring peace of mind, does it? The start of war never does."
He nodded in agreement. Though he now knew the truth, it did not lighten the burden he felt on his heart. To know that one woman had harmed Godric so much after just giving his heart away. Godric had always taught him to shield himself from such pain. Now he knew it was because of a personal experience. What if he was doomed to make his maker's mistakes?
He couldn't think about this now. He had to save Sookie. She was in danger, probably from Bill. Godric's new problem would have to wait until he finished the task at hand. Whatever Godric had gone through, he still loved Sookie with all his heart. And he would end that excuse for a vampire if he even touched her.
Sookie
"You went too far, Bill," Pam hissed at him. "Eric is going to kill you. I for one am dying for a front row seat to that. Maybe he'll let me play with you first though. That would be so much fun. Well for me at least."
Bill was on his feet in a flash, his fangs bared at Pam. "She is mine!"
"Really?" Pam laughed. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you lost her. Grow a pair and find a whore to fuck your sorrows away."
Sookie couldn't really believe Pam was here, ready to attack Bill for her. Pam hated her. At least, Sookie was pretty sure she did. And yet here she was here, defending her. Wait, why was Pam even here? She could only think of one reason. Oh the nerve of that vampire! She was pretty sure Eric had sent Pam for this very reason. Well for once, she wasn't complaining. She felt violated, but at least Bill hadn't taken her fully thanks to Pam's intrusion. She still couldn't believe that Bill, Bill Compton, a man she thought she knew, a man she believed she loved, had tried to rape her.
"He stole her from me! Sookie is supposed to be mine! And she would be still if your maker hadn't used manipulation to meet his ends."
Pam was on him before he even finished his sentence. Bill had just insulted her maker, and Sookie knew enough about the bond between them to know he had just crossed a line. She had him on his knees, her hand grasping his chin, forcing him to look at her. From his expression, Sookie knew she must have been holding on tight. "My maker could have anyone he wants, male or female. He has no need for manipulative tricks when it comes to making them all pine for him." She yanked his head back roughly. "He also has a way of ending subordinate fuckers. It's no problem for him really. But he's not here right now. Still, you should know, Bill, that I can more than happily end you right here and walk away with almost no blood on my outfit. And it is my favorite outfit, Bill. I really don't want to have to throw it out because it eternally spells of your blood."
Bill growled, though he was clearly overpowered. "He tricked her into drinking his blood."
"And everything else?" Pam growled right back. "Face it, Bill. She was never really yours, Bill. You really think even Eric could have taken her if she was. You had her but you weren't man enough to do what needed to be done to make sure it stayed that way. Now you've lost. I still don't see the attraction, but from what I hear, her blood is to die for, so I suppose that makes you want to fuck her."
There it was, good old Pam. Sookie help but roll her eyes. Of course only Pam could find a way to defend her, insult her, and make a sexual comment all at once.
"Sookie," Bill implored to her. "You know I love you. Please, just stop all this and we can be together again."
Sookie glared at him. "You're not serious, are you? You just raped me Bill. You really think I'll ever be together with you again?"
"No, I was just-," he tried to explain but she couldn't care less what he had to say and was more than grateful when Pam cut him off. As far as she was concerned, there was no explanation. She had defended him, felt sorry for him, forgiven him for all that he had hurt her when there was no reason for her to. And he had taken advantage of her. There was no explanation for that.
"Oh please," Pam laughed. "This is getting pathetic, even for you, Bill."
"I love her," he growled at the blonde vampire. "And she loves me. Eric tricked her. I just want her to see that. Sookie, take my blood. Then you'll see reason. You're being driven by his blood. You don't know what you're doing. What you feel for him, it's not love. It's his blood!"
Pam growled at him. "I would watch your words, Bill. Your maker might have been a piece of crazy shit, but my maker is not. And he does not need to trick her into anything. Our little fairy princess is quite capable of making her own choices, and it seems she finally picked right. And you want to talk about tricking? How much of your blood did she have before she fell in love with you?"
Bill visibly tensed and pushed Pam back. She flew back against the opposing wall but was back in front of Sookie protectively before he could even take another step.
Sookie felt cold. It was just one trick after another. She already knew he had let her get beaten to a pulp to get his blood into her in the beginning, but to fall in love with her? How could she have been so stupid?
"Come now Bill, I'm sure Sookie can put two and two together," Pam turned her back slightly for a moment. Her eyes, however, remained fixed on Bill, ready to attack should he try anything. She now spoke to Sookie. "Our blood quickens the attraction process. You had his blood in the beginning of your relationship," she said the word with such contempt. "You really think you would have fallen so deeply so quickly without it?"
"The blood only deepens attraction where there is already some," Bill countered.
"Then why was she having oh so delicious dreams about Eric, and not you?" Pam rolled her eyes. "Face it, Bill. You forced the attraction on her, her knight in shining armor."
Sookie felt so betrayed. It seemed like Bill's lies were never ending. She remembered that Bill hadn't even told her about the attraction from the blood until she had some of Eric's. As if he didn't want her to know, as if he didn't want her to think about the effects until he needed them to turn her against Eric. Just as she thought of him, she felt him near. Not a second later, the door flew open, and Eric flew to stand next to Pam, his back to Sookie, his deadly eyes on Bill, who seemed to cower slightly. Nefertari leisurely walked in after in, coming to stand by Sookie. For once, Sookie noticed she did not appear bored. Instead, she seemed angry and… sad? She reached out towards Eric and tried to concentrate on his feelings. There was anger there, lots of it, though that didn't surprise her, but underneath that, there was something else. Sorrow, pain, betrayal. She knew right away that it had something to do with Godric. Only he could ignite such sorrow in him.
He looked back and sniffed the air, growling slightly. She was sure he could smell Bill's violation. Sookie's eyes met his and a million questions passed through them. He was imploring if she was alright. She quickly nodded and held her robes tighter around herself. Only then did he turn back to face Bill, his expression deadlier than she had ever seen it. He had never hidden the vampire aspect of himself from her. He had always seemed proud of what he was, and never saw the need. But now, he looked even more like a vampire, like a killing machine, cold and distant. Shockingly, however, she was not afraid of him.
"You touched what is mine, Bill," Eric growled. "You sought to take pleasure from mine. You deny this?"
"She wanted it!" Bill cried. "She loves me. She has just been blinded by your blood!"
Eric was on him before Sookie could blink. Bill was pressed against the wall with Eric's hand around his neck.
"Eric, please don't," Sookie cried out. Even after everything, she didn't want to see him killed. He was distorted, disheveled, fucked up, whatever you wanted to call it, he was plain crazy. But she didn't want Eric in more trouble than he already was in with the Authority. Besides, if they really were going to fight the Authority, they would need Bill. He had a way with words. And he was a strong fighter, even if he was currently a weak mess under Eric at the moment.
He looked at her quickly, his eyes flashing. His eyes held hers for a long time, and she knew he was misinterpreting her meaning. She could feel his betrayal through the bond, and she wanted to reach out to him, to assure him she loved him and only him, but she didn't. She couldn't right now, in front of Bill.
Eric turned back to Bill and leaned in close. "If you ever touch her again, my king, I will rip you from your groin to her neck. You have lost her. She is mine. We have bonded, Bill. Surely, a king such as yourself knows the repercussions for touching what is mine?" He waited until Bill nodded and then released him. "Leave. Now. Or I will not be so merciful. Sookie," he glared at her. And she knew immediately she would be in trouble once official business was over. "Rescind his invitation. Now." It was an order, the first time he had actually ordered her around, leaving absolutely no room for an argument. She knew she couldn't refuse, not with the anger she was feeling from him now, no matter how much it pissed her off. She realized that this really was official vampire business. Bill needed to see that she was Eric's. Even Pam and Nefertari had kept quiet for Eric. He had to defend what was his on his own.
Bill looked at her for a long time. She saw the pain that had taken over him, but she couldn't bring herself to care. He had tried to rape her. He had hurt her. He had tricked her. She wondered why she had every gotten involved with vampires in the first place. It was such a mess. "Bill, I rescind your invitation."
Pam was smirking, and Nefertari looked bored again. But Eric didn't even smile a little. He still looked just as pissed. Bill just looked at her sadly as he walked backwards out of the house. He stood there for a moment longer before disappearing into the night. Eric turned back to them now. He didn't even look at her, his gaze flickering between Pam and Nefertari. "Leave," he ordered. Though Sookie knew he had no authority over Nefertari, both women looked at Sookie. Nefertari left after a slight nod. Pam, however, seemed as if she had something to say.
"I am glad you are okay," she said grudgingly to her.
"Pam," Eric cautioned. He seemed to have an idea where this was going.
"Let me just say this, please, Eric," she barked at him before looking back at her. "Sookie, I do not apologize often, but in this case, I think I do owe you an apology. I have been cold and rude to you. It was not you I should have directed my aggression towards since it was not you who was at fault. I took out my anger at you because it was easier than acting out against my maker. However, you are his bonded now. One more exchange, and it will be forever. I know how much you mean to Eric, so I just want to say that I really am actually glad he has found you. And I thank you for the changes you have made in him. Well, besides the carelessness. I mean honestly, the man used to be that cold killing machine you just saw all the time, and now he's going a bit soft. Though clearly not in every aspect. I mean that orgasm, wow. I haven't felt anything that good since he and I used to fuck like bunnies."
"Pam," he repeated in the same tone, though Sookie heard a bit of a smile in his voice.
"Right, sorry, you clearly know what I'm talking about though," Pam smirked at Sookie's blush. "I mean can you honestly tell me Bill or that wolf could have ever made you come like that?"
Sookie looked at Eric for help, not sure what to say. Of course they hadn't, but she wasn't really comfortable with chatting about her sex life with Pam. But Eric was no help of course. He just continued smirking, though his eyes relayed the anger still. "Pam, I really don't think that's any of your business," Sookie said finally.
Pam just smirked and rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever, it's not like I don't know I'm right anyway." She looked at Eric. "By the way, when I was outside, I smelled something."
"What?" Eric looked at her intently. "Something familiar?"
"There were a few scents. There was at least one werewolf, those disgusting things," Pam grimaced. "A few vampires as well, and a fairy. I didn't recognize any of them."
Sookie looked frantically between them. "What does that mean? Someone is watching me? Why?"
"Probably because of your bond to Eric," Pam said. "And because of what is about to happen."
Eric had gone quiet, his eyes lost in thought. Both Sookie and Pam looked at him for guidance. "Pam, you may go. I shall remain here tonight. Keep your phone on. I will call you if need be."
She nodded and left, closing the door behind her. Eric waited until he was sure Pam was gone before turning to face Sookie. There was no hint of a smile any longer. He still looked every bit as deadly as he had when facing Bill. And this time, she had enough good sense to be afraid.
HEHE SO WHAT'D YA THINK? I really love going deeper into Godric's history and the whole maker/child bond. I find it so interesting! But yeah, let me know your thoughts please! And I know, I know. You're probably like WTF is The Sisterhood. It's all a part of my plan lovelies. You'll just have to keep reading to see. :DThanks to everyone who read and reviewed! I know this chapter was a little longer than the others, but I just couldn't end it anywhere! And I already did the whole Eric shows up at Sookie's distress over her conversation with Bill BAM end of chapter haha But yeah, anyways, hope you enjoyed it. Not sure when I'll be updating again just yet. I don't really know what to do for the next chapter haha but yeah thoughts please? okay byeee xx