Wow! You guys really do rock! So, I promise that action is on its way. I cannot believe the level of interest in this story. I had some spare time today while my Summer School kids were taking a test and I outlined most of this chapter, told from multiple viewpoints.

I own nothing Sookieverse, except my Eric ringtone and wallpaper… Charlaine Harris owns it all.

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They were scarcely in the living room when there was a knock on the door. All three women turned and looked at the closed door. The incessant knocking continued.

"Come on, Sookie. Let me in, these mosquitoes are on the warpath," came Bill's drawl from the porch.

The three women all let out a breath of relief, before Sookie walked to the door to allow Bill to enter.

"Bill, sorry. We thought you were Quinn," Sookie said immediately.

Bill's fangs dropped at the sound of the were tiger's name. His hands curved into a fighting position.

"What was that bastard doing here? Did you he hurt you—any of you?" Bill asked.

"At ease, soldier. We took care of him and sent him on his way," Pam interjected.

"Yeah, naked!" Amelia blurted out, still amused.

"Naked? Sookie…?" he asked alarmed , confused and disgusted.

"Yeah, long story. We got some details out of him. De Castro is marrying some queen from Georgia on Halloween at a costume ball. They are holding Eric at Hotel de Sangre in the basement."

"Yes that is what I came to report to you tonight. I have spoken with Eric, he asked me to give you this."

Bill handed her a folded envelope with Sookie written across the front in Eric's handwriting. She took in a breath and wiped a tear from her eyes before shoving the envelope into her jeans pocket.

"Well, we need to get this show on the road. Pam, you can turn me tonight. We need to go get Eric…" Sookie blurted out.

"Sookie, I know that you want to save him. I assure you, he is handling himself. We can't just go in there like gangbusters. We need a plan. I suggest you allow me to go back and do some recognizance work. "

"Bill! You can't go in there. They'll recognize you and in your condition they will kill you. I can't…"

"Sookie, believe me, I know. I know someone—whom we can trust—that might be able to get inside the casino. Please just trust me, stay with Pam. Go ahead and make your plans, but wait for me to come back here before you go to Las Vegas. Remember, Eric Northman is more than capable of taking care of himself."

"As much as I hate to agree with him, Sookie, Bill is right. And you know that Eric is all about the planning. Let him go." Pam told her.

"Fine. But please hurry Bill, I'm getting antsy. I want him back now."

Bill was out of the house in a flash, a dull ache where his heart was. He could remember when she was that fiercely devoted to him.

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Bill POV

I walked into the motel at about midnight the following evening. Emily was absent mindedly working a crossword puzzle and did not look up when I entered.

"What is a five letter word for the most beautiful woman in the world?" I asked in way of greeting.

Her head instantly popped up, and she ran around the counter-nearly falling on the way- straight into my arms. Her lips were at mine in a moment and when we kissed I temporarily forgot the silver poisoning, Eric as a prisoner, and the old house in Bon Temps. At this moment all that existed was Emily and myself.

"Oh Bill. I've missed you so much. How long can you stay this time?" she asked me as we ended our kiss.

"Aw, sweetheart. I was only gone a couple of days, surely you didn't miss me in that time."

She looked down at her feet and blushed.

"What time is Demetri getting here to take over the desk?" I asked her.

"He should be here by 12:30." she answered.

"Great. Can you come to the room when you get off?" I asked her, eliciting another blush.

We had yet to take our relationship to the next level, but I could tell she thought it was heading that direction. And truthfully, I hadn't felt this way about anyone in a long time. Not even Sookie.

"Sure. I will come as soon as he takes over." she told me.

I kissed her cheek and walked to my room.

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Emily POV

"So, all I would have to do is take pictures of the place? I could do that. They have job postings listed on their website. Look, right here. They are asking for evening maids that are human. I could go in and get a job there. Then I could take pictures easily." I told him enthusiastically.

I felt like Nancy Drew, tracking down clues to catch the bad guy. Alright, that may have sounded a bit childish but still you have to admit, Nancy kicks ass.

"You think they would hire you?" he asked me.

"What? You don't think they would hire me?"I retorted, slightly insulted.

"No, it is not that. I guess it is the whole thing. I didn't expect you to react as well as you have. "

"Well, Bill Compton, you will just have to get used to me exceeding your expectations." I admonished him playfully.

"Emily, have I told you about blood bonds yet?" he asked me, nervousness leaking into his voice.

"No, but I have worked around vampires long enough that I think I might know how they work. We exchange blood and then we can feel each other right?"

"Yes, but it takes a couple of blood exchanges. I know that we can't form a proper bond tonight, but I would feel better if we did it once before you went in tomorrow. I need to know that you will be safe. I care about you." he told me.

I was so excited. I had felt an immediate connection with Bill when we first met. Could I have fallen in love with him? No, at least I would not let that happen. It was too sudden, and nothing worth having just falls into your lap. But the heart wants what it wants.

"I would like to form a bond with you very much. What do I have to do?"

I was suddenly very nervous, my blood was literally cold. He patted the spot on his bed next to him, and I walked over and sat down.

"I am going to bite you; I will try to make it as pleasant as possible. While I am drinking, you will take my blood simultaneously. That is all there is to it."

I nodded my head and watched as he bit into his own wrist and watched the blood pool to the top of his flesh. He instructed me to begin drinking quickly so the wound would not heal.

Having never tasted vampire blood, I was momentarily wary. But once the warm liquid hit my mouth, I found myself eager to continue. I could feel my heart beating wildly and a warmth spreading to other interesting parts of my body. I let out a moan and hardly noticed when his fangs sank into my neck.

I drew on his wrist until the wound healed and writhed as he continued to draw my blood. The feel of his mouth on my neck was fantastic, I began to shake and before long I cried out in ecstasy. He immediately removed his fangs and licked the wound to allow it to heal.

"Are you alright, Emily?" he asked me, concern coloring his face.

I was embarrassed to admit it but of course I knew that he would already know.

"I think that I… you know," I told him.

He smiled and nodded to me.

"That is normal for humans and vampires. Don't feel self conscious."

"I'm not self-conscious because of what I did. But that was my first one—ever." I told him.

"Your first? Emily, are you a virgin?" he asked me.

"Yes. I thought you all could tell that sort of thing."

"Usually we can, but my senses are not as sharp as they used to be since the silver poisoning. I did not know," he replied.

"Is that a problem?"

I was suddenly and desperately embarrassed.

"No, darling. You should not be ashamed of that. In this day and age it is quite rare to find a woman who has held on to her virtue. " I took his hand in mine, the effects of our blood exchange were immediate, I could feel him relax as I did.

"I will go first thing in the morning. I better get home and get some sleep, and I will call you as soon as I can tomorrow evening, okay?" I asked him, kissing his cheek.

"Goodnight, Emily."

"Goodnight, Bill," I replied as I closed the motel door.

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I was sitting on a padded bench outside of the Hotel de Sangre Human Resources department. There were three other women sitting near me, all presumably after the same job.

One of the women was dressed very provocatively, her bosom spilling out of her half opened red silk top. Her makeup was flawless but overdone, her hair teased and piled high upon her head, and the shortest of black leather skirts completed the outfit.

There was a Hispanic woman next to me, dressed conservatively. She held a keychain with a picture of two adorable little boys in a hanging frame. The last woman looked worn out. She held a brochure from a temp agency in her hand. It was clear that she had been looking for a job for a while, and I felt guilty that I was only going after the job in order to spy for Bill.

A tall, effeminate man walked out of the office with a clip board. He was flustered and looked down at all of us. He asked us all the same question and then pointed in turn for our answer.

"Have you ever had any experience working in a hotel/motel situation?"

He pointed at the made-up lady first. She jutted her chest forward, deliberately and uncrossed and recrossed her legs.

"I don't have any experience but I am a very fast learner," she replied breathily.

"Yeah, you can drop that. You don't have enough stubble to turn me on honey. And no experience..tsk tsk. Good luck on your job search."

The man, his name tag read Tristan, dismissed the woman who stormed off cussing loudly.

"Okay, whatever. You…" He pointed at the Hispanic lady.

"I have fifteen years of experience as a personal maid and cook, and I recently spent three years as the head of the maid staff at La Quinta Inn," she replied proudly.

"Reason for leaving?" he questioned her further intrigued.

"Honestly, we got a new manager and he tried to grab my ass. I am married, so I punched him in the face and broke his nose. I quit before he could fire me."

"You're hired! You won't have to take shit off of anyone here, honey. Go on in the office and talk to Seymour, he will set you up with a uniform and you will need to fill out some paperwork. "

Upon hearing that a position had been filled, the tired looking temp worker got up and left. Tristan shrugged his shoulders and pointed to me.

"I have been working at the Blood Inn for the past year, and I am in college taking hotel management classes. I know that I am young but I would work my tail off for this job."

"You're spunky, okay I will give you a chance since you obviously have experience working with vampires. Can you begin tonight? The owner has been on edge lately and I need someone specifically for his floor. The others that have come and gone here, were not prepared for working with vampires—to say the least. " Tristan laughed and directed me into the office and to Seymour's desk.

An hour later I was sitting with the Hispanic lady, who I found out was named Inez, watching a training movie. The owner, Felipe de Castro was an extremely good looking vampire and he seemed very nice on the film. Then I remembered that he had Bill's friend hostage. I needed to focus.

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It was only 8:30 in the evening and I had already taken nearly one hundred pictures on the discreet little camera that Bill gave me. The work was relatively easy, I emptied trash in the suites and offices on Mr. De Castro's floor, removed linens from beds and replaced them, and tidied up. I was surprised to see Tristan coming up the hallway.

"Hey hon., how are we doing? I checked into a couple of rooms you have done. I am impressed. The last girl didn't change sheets, she just made beds. Can we say gross? So you are doing well. I need to take you to Mr. De Castro's office to clean up. He just left out for a meeting and likes his office to be done while he is not in there. After you finish you can leave for the evening. We can meet in the morning for a first day evaluation and go from there. Sound good?"

Wow, he said a lot in a such a short time period. But I liked him. I smiled and nodded, following him with my cleaning cart.

He stopped in front of an opulent door and punched a code into the keypad. After cracking the door, he punched in another number.

"Okay, after you are done please close the door firmly behind you. I have already reset the code so it will lock automatically. The boss said his meeting will last about one hour, think you can be done in an hour?"

"I am sure I will be done. Thanks, Tristan." He smiled at me in answer, opened the door for me and then took his leave. After pulling my cart into the room, I carefully pulled out my camera and took a couple of quick shots before shoving into deeply back into my pocket.

I dusted, straightened some paperwork on his desk, disinfected the phone (phones are always so nasty to me) and was beginning to vacuum when I noticed it.

There behind the desk was a large floor safe. It was left open. I went to quickly close it, when I stopped and noticed what appeared to be blueprints sticking out of the opening. Was this a trap? I doubted it, who could suspect me? Who was I?

After mulling with my conscience for a moment, I swiped the blueprint and threw it under my supply of garbage bags on the cart. I vacuumed the room, sprayed a sweet floral scent around and exited the room, being sure to pull the door firmly closed behind me.

I took the elevator down to the first floor where I parked my cart and stashed the blueprints and my camera in my purse. I removed my uniform and put my street clothes back on, depositing the work stuff in a laundry bag provided in my locker.

I began to feel a little uncomfortable in the locker room alone, well nearly alone. There was a large man whistling a tune at the sink in front of the doors that split the women's showers from the men's.

Calm took over as I made it to the parking lot and got into my silver, Chevy Malibu. I had been driving for a few minutes when I noticed the headlights behind mine. I was unnerved because I was not used to driving this late at night, so instead of heading to my apartment I drove to the motel eager to get to Bill—where I felt safe.

There were no spaces close to the rooms, so I was forced to park on the other side of the partially lit lot. I carefully got out of the car, looking around before I began walking to the motel.

"Where you going baby? I was hoping we could get to know each other."

It was the man from the locker room at the Hotel de Sangre. I had read to not show your fear when being assailed but rather to keep your potential attacker talking.

"Oh, hi. I recognize you from the hotel. I was just coming here to see my boyfriend. So have you been working at the hotel for long?" I asked while I kept slowly walking toward Bill's room.

"I been there for a while. I bet I got something for you that your boyfriend doesn't have," he grabbed his crotch and shook it at me. So vulgar. I needed to break away, but I wasn't sure I could make it.

"I really need to get going. Good night," I told him. I tried to run but he was on me in a heartbeat, moving faster than a mere human. He ripped my shirt open and pulled my bra down. He savagely bit down on my right breast, while his free hand jerked my pants down and then worked his own zipper. I was crying hysterically and the concrete was burning my now exposed skin.

I could feel him about to enter me, when I heard a fierce growl and the man was ripped off of me and thrown several yards away. I looked up through my tears and saw Bill, his face in a rage.

"Go to the room, Emily. I will take care of this trash."

I never turned around, I ran as quickly as I could. Miraculously I had not lost my bag in the struggle with the man. I threw the bag on the bed and ran as fast as I could into the bathroom. I turned the hot water on all the way and got into the shower, still in my ravaged clothing.

I was desperate to get that man off of me.

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Bill's POV

I grabbed the were and threw him off of Emily as fast as I could. He flew through the air, his dick flailing under him. How dare he lay a hand on her?

"Go the room, Emily. I will take care of this trash."

I waited until I could not hear her footsteps anymore before I went to the were laying bleeding on the concrete. It had begun to rain and he was drenched in a matter of minutes. I kicked him as hard as I could in the ribs, and laughed maniacally as I heard the bones break.

When I flipped him over, he was in obvious terror. But he made the supreme mistake of smiling at me.

"Sorry, vampire. Didn't mean to go after your whore." I punched him in the face, six or seven times, I lost count.

He was screaming and crying, his nose was crushed and his breathing was altered from the broken ribs. The stupid ass continued to talk.

"She was asking for it, she wanted it. It was not my fault." he protested.

"Please don't kill me. Please…" he begged.

I was about to glamour him and leave him for the police when I remembered that Emily was a virgin. I was unsure of how far he had gotten with her, but it did not matter. He hurt her.

The were howled as I bit down into his throat, but became still as I drained every last drop from his worthless body. I picked up the corpse, throwing it over my shoulder and ran with vampire speed into the desert. I dumped the body behind a sharp rock, where I knew that animals would find it. It would afford a couple of days anyway.

I turned and went to check on Emily.

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When I arrived back at the motel, I heard the shower running. I knew that it was intruding and I could feel her terror and pain flowing in my veins. I opened the bathroom door to see her sitting on the floor of the shower, fully clothed, crying her eyes out and scrubbing her skin red with the motel face cloth.

"Emily, he can't hurt you anymore." She didn't stop scrubbing or crying.

I stepped into the small shower stall, also still in my clothes. I gently pulled her to her feet and added some cold water to the scalding shower. She allowed me to stand her up and fell into my arms, sobbing and her chest heaving.

I shushed her and patted her head like a child. After a few moments, I turned off the water and coaxed her out onto the off-white rug. She stood silently, no longer crying.

I gently removed her destroyed clothing and without allowing myself a moment to gaze upon her body, wrapped her in one of the towels hanging above the toilet. I took off my own soaking clothes and wrapped a towel around myself and led her by the hand to my bed.

After sitting her safely on the mattress, I began looking for some clothes for her. I found a t-shirt for her, ironically it was a Fangtasia t-shirt I had won in a raffle of Pam's ridiculous design. I had no under things for her but I did have a pair of cotton shorts, so I took the pile to her and sat down beside her.

"Are you okay, Emily? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

She sat for a long moment but finally spoke.

"I am okay, Bill. You got there before he could actually do anything. He almost got me, I shouldn't have talked. I should have just run. I am so stupid…"

"Shh, you did fine. I felt you, you are okay now. Emily, do you want to stay here with me tonight?" I asked her. I did not want to let her out of my sight.

She nodded at me and leaned into my arms. I kissed the top of her head. She looked up at me with such affection in her eyes. I gently lifted her chin and placed a kiss upon her mouth. She surprised me when she moved above me and laid me down. Of course, she could not have accomplished this feat without my help.

She threw the towel to the floor.

"Emily, you do not have to do this. I will not …"

I was quieted as she placed a finger across my lips.

"No, Bill. I have held onto my virginity for so long. And I almost lost it to a monster tonight. I don't even want to think about that. I want to give my virginity to someone I am in love with—and I am in love with you."

I could feel hot, bloody tears falling from my eyes. She loved me and was giving me a wonderful gift, a gift I had only ever gotten from two others, my darling Caroline and Sookie. I failed miserably by Sookie. I swore I would not do the same with Emily.

"I love you too, Emily." She smiled shyly as I reversed our positions and gently kissed her. Her breathing was becoming more rapid as I prepared her.

We made love until just moments before dawn. She fell asleep in my arms and I died for the day, perfectly at peace and feeling stronger than I had in the longest time.

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-Meanwhile, back in Louisiana—

Sookie's POV

Logical or not, I was not happy that Pam was taking Bill's side. I wanted to go to Eric and I wanted to do it now. I needed him to be home.

Angry that I wasn't already on my way to becoming a vampire, I stalked into Eric's room and locked the door. Deep down, I knew they were both right. But it was my lover we were talking about here. I stripped off my clothes and started the shower.

I could feel the beginnings of a migraine, so I grabbed the bottle of Ibuprofen that I kept in my purse and quickly popped two in my mouth, swallowing with a handful of water from the sink. I got into the shower and let the water beat on my shoulders.

The pills were not doing their job and I was becoming dizzier by the minute. My head was swimming and I began to feel sick. Throwing myself from the shower, I barely made it to the toilet before I was puking my guts up.

"Pam! Amelia! Please…" I yelled as loudly as possible before I puked yet again.

Momentarily, I heard my friend in the room. Pam threw open the bathroom door and they were both next to me in an instant. Amelia threw a towel around me, I never had a chance. She turned the shower off.

Pam held my hair behind me as I prayed to the porcelain gods again. This went on for a few minutes before I could finally take a breather. Pam lifted me and took me to Eric's bed and instructed Amelia to call Dr. Ludwig. I could hear her on the phone, describing my symptoms to the pint-sized Supe doctor.

"The doctor says put her in bed and cover her up. She was delivering a pair of were twins, but said she is on her way." Amelia said as she sat on the bed next to me, where Pam was already holding a cold cloth to my head.

I was beginning to lose consciousness and was only vaguely aware when Amelia told me to open my mouth for a thermometer. I heard both of them gasp as Amelia read out my temperature.

One hundred and eight degrees.

I heard a loud pop, and briefly saw Dr. Ludwig before I slipped into unconsciousness finally.

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A/N: So, I hope that you guys did not mind the Bill-ish chapter. Emily was on my mind. Sookie is sick—kind of a cliffhanger. I am planning on giving you the next chapter either tonight or tomorrow as it is almost done now, so we will check in on our girl soon. Sookie is getting ready to kick some ass.

Thank you as always for sticking with me. You guys are an amazing force of nature!