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Sookie POV:

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

FUCK!!!

This has gone way past an Oh Shit Moment – into a complete fucking disaster!!!

At the club dancing with those humans and listening to Eric's responses, hearing the asshole talk shit about me was hard, but I did it for Eric. I needed to get into his mind, but I knew he couldn't let me into his mind undetected. He had too many barriers up, making it difficult for me to make my move, and so I danced and listened. I tried provoking a drop in his defenses by kissing that disgusting bald man. While it did not weaken his defenses, it did help me learn the asshole was the protecting the other voices in his head.

When I started dancing with the woman, I heard the asshole complain, but Eric- the real Eric – was intrigued. The conflict caused a breakdown of the thin thread of sanity he was holding onto, giving me an opportunity to make my move. It was easier than I thought to slip into Eric's thoughts once I knew what to look for, and how I needed to sound to convince him I was just another voice in his head.

It seemed like he believed it, although he kept looking over at me on the dance floor. He was amenable to my suggestions, yet remained himself. I was worried what would happen if I ended up talking to the other voices, but that never became an issue. Once I was in his head and he understood I was not a threat, I waited for an opportunity to suggest he approach me. When he finally came over to me, I already had planned everything I was going to say to him. What I didn't take into account was the rush we would get from simply touching. Suddenly, I didn't feel like talking to Eric anymore.

Our contact was similar to an electrical current humming between us. It vibrated – driving our desire to touch each other more, to keep the buzz growing – stronger, faster, and more intense. The compulsion to bite, fuck, and rub myself all over him, overpowered me and I knew he felt the same. There was no fairy in the building, the compulsion came straight from the connection we had.

I was high. High from the buzz – high from the power of his kisses and touch. I couldn't get enough of him. When he saw my fangs and caressed them, I nearly lost it. He thought my shiver came from caressing my fangs, but it was actually from when I heard he wanted me to bite him and drink his blood. I attacked his mouth in an effort not to. When I found his artery and heard his thoughts yet again about me biting him, again I couldn't resist anymore. I wanted to mark him. I wanted his skin broken and opened by MY fangs. I sunk my fangs delicately into his neck not sure of his response, when he savagely bit into me.

The bond flew open, and we both came hard, clinging to each other, overcome with emotion and lust. I can't believe I forgot to pull out of his mind before I began to think about the girl, and sending her away. I shouldn't have made such a careless mistake. When I saw the pain and hurt in his eyes I knew I had royally fucked up royally. He was going round and round trying to figure out why I was manipulating him. Does he think I manipulated him just for sex? I have to find him and explain.

I ran out the back door to jump in my Mustang, and follow him, when I saw his Corvette still in the lot.

This was all wrong.

I smelled blood and something else I couldn't place, and looked around quickly before spotting a drop of blood right where I was standing, so I knelt down to retrieve it. A quick taste confirmed it was Eric's.

Eric's been taken!

By who? Why? How can I find him? Bill. I found Bill's number and got him on the line quickly.

"Bill, Eric's been taken. He ran out the club, but when I got to the parking lot, he was gone. His car is still here. I found a drop of blood by the back door of the club. Do you still have a fix on his GPS location?" I inquired.

"Yes, hold on," Bill responded. When he spoke again his voice was laced with condescension "Sookie, he is about 20 yards behind you to the left," as if I was some young child looking for my favorite toy.

"THAT IS HIS FUCKING CAR! I SAID CELL PHONE!" I yelled at him.

"Perhaps he left his phone in the car," Bill stated talking to me as if I was a four year old who could not put together such a simple idea. Eric would never leave his phone in the car.

Infuriated, I hung up on him, and dialed Pam's number.

"What's wrong with my Master?" she demanded of me at once.

"He's been taken. He ran out of the club, but when I came out to follow him, his car was still here, and I have found blood and hold on," I said as I bent down to sniff the asphalt. "I smell burnt flesh."

"They must have used a silver net," Pam said.

"Pam can you track him? Will you meet me at the club? We must find him," I pleaded.

"I left as soon as I received your call. I am on my way."

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Pam hopped into my Mustang directing me to go north. As soon as she said it, I knew she was right. Damn how could I have been so stupid!!! The blood bond! I could have tracked him with it, I just didn't know how it all worked. I never used it before, and it apparently takes some training to use it. Eric was very skilled at it, Bill on the other hand, couldn't find someone in his own home through blood. I was tuning in to it, using it to direct my turns, preempting even Pam's directions.

My cell phone rang and I knew instantly it was Felipe, by the ringtone. Since I had my Bluetooth, I answered the call and greeted him. "Evening, Your Majesty."

"Sookie! What have you been doing? I just received the strangest call from Compton," Felipe stated.

"Eric Northman has been kidnapped. I meet him at a club here in Dallas, and when he left, he was snagged in a silver net. I am pursuing him now with his Child." I tried not to let my emotions color my report to my king.

"That is what Compton told me," He said, and I knew there was something wrong.

"Master, we have a fix on where he is. We should be able to intercept them shortly. We will recover the Sherriff," I said hoping to appease him.

"I don't give a fuck about a Sheriff! What I do care about is my child who is supposed to be a Liaison, shirking her responsibilities to go on a joy ride," he bellowed at me using a voice I do not ever recall being directed at me.

"Master?" I inquired

"Have you finished your business with King Davis? Have you attended to the cases in Louisiana?" Felipe snapped at me, his impatience growing.

Shit. I still needed to review the Texas cases, and finalize what system we would use for me to judge the cases and for Stan to approve. What we should do if someone doesn't agree, or appeals, based on the fact that an outside source is holding court, I had personal business to discuss with Stan, and I needed to be in Louisiana by tomorrow to visit with Victor Madden to discuss cases from that state. Shit . Perhaps I could put Victor off for a night, I thought.

"No, I have not, but it will be done. Perhaps, in light of the current situation I can call Mr. Madden and reschedule his appointment for the following night," I replied.

"Did you not say you were with the Viking's child? Is not Compton part of his retinue? Are you not friendly with the King of Texas that he would not spare men to attend to this? I won't have you belittling yourself acting as a foot soldier when others are available. You are part of my court, and subject to a higher standard. You must not let your royal responsibilities slide for a Sherriff," he said, spitting out the word as if it were something vile.

I pulled off to the side of the road, stunned by Felipe's words. Would he really pull me off the search to go and talk about pending cases? Yes, of course he would. This was the position I requested. I had a responsibility, not just to my king, but to several others kings. Fuck. Once I was at a full stop, I threw my head forward resting the top of my head on my hands that still gripped the top of my steering wheel. I wanted to bang my head against it until this situation made sense.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I understand. I will call Compton and King Stan to send men, but I believe that it would be wise to continue this pursuit until they arrive. We are already close, and it would be advantageous to have ..."

"Can you see them? Or are you merely tracking him through his child which she can do without you, until the men arrive."

"They are not within sight, Your Majesty," I responded defeated.

"You will return to Stan's complex at once and complete your assignment with him immediately. Querida, is your obedience something I still have without question or will I need to command you? I have never had to before. Do I need to start now?" he said with a sneer.

It broke my heart to hear him talk like that. Querida, was his endearment for me that meant Lover- but not that kind. It is a form of love that one had with children and friends, while Amor, and the name Amante- carried a sexual connotation. I knew how much he had done for me – he had taken me in, cared for me, taught me the vampire world, found me a place to function within his world. The price I paid for these things was my obedience, and the weight of being part of his 'royal court'.

Fuck. Now I wanted to tear out his heart and squeeze it. I wanted to chop his fucking head off. I wanted to tear open his chest and watch the stake puncture his heart before he turned to ash. How dare he keep me from my Eric! From my Bonded!

My bonded, how I accepted it so naturally now. I felt the weight of our connection now. As a vampire with very few emotional ties, the kind of connection Eric and I shared was incredible. Of course, I thought all this in seconds, before responding.

"Of course I will obey you my master and my king, I will leave Pam to continue tracking and I will call for her back up while I return the complex," I said with coldness, hiding my pain. I felt the red tears spilling from my face directly down into my lap, but I didn't care. At least I didn't snort, snuffle, or have to catch my breath while I cried.

"We will see. I have been told I am too lenient with you and you are so very young. Perhaps they were right. Either way I will know tonight," he said.

"I will prove myself worthy of your favor, Master," I said simply as I begun banging my head against the steering wheel before I heard Felipe disconnect the call. I looked up for the first time since pulling off the road, and saw Pam's look of pained understanding. She had obviously heard both sides of our conversation.

Pam reached across the car and threw her arms around my shoulders and held me tightly to her, promising to find him, proclaiming understanding (which I guess she does). She wiped my tears, and held my face to her before kissing my checks where my tears had stained my face. I whispered softly to her, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You must go, or he will make you," Pam told me, her face full of sympathy and understanding.

"I know… I wish…" was all I could get out before more traitor tears escaped.

"Enough of this leaking, now we both must go and do right by our masters," Pam stated, before opening the door of my car and sliding out of it. She paused before closing the door, and said while still facing away from the car, "I will find him, Sookie." She slipped off into the night to resume the chase I had been called off of.

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a/n: Do you think Sookie gets it now, that despite your best intentions, as a Vampire you have to obey?? I dunno.. I think she is beginning to understand, but she is so damn stubborn.

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