Hello all my fellow FF'ers! I hope all of my Americans buds had a great Thanksgiving! I had a great Turkey Day and watched some Dallas Cowboys football! I'm a Dallas gal so needless to say no beers, punches or relatives were thrown because we won!

So, I got a lot of mixed reviews about my last chapter which was great. Some were really sad **inserts hugs here**, some enjoyed the agnst **insert fisted knuckle bump here** and some really loved it **inserts chest bump and rub here**

Sophie got her revenge and now E&S are going to have to work some shizzy out but Sophie will not be forgotten. This chapter is going to be both an EPOV and an SPOV. I will do this from time to time to move the story along so we can get to the good stuff quicker.

As usual CH owns these peeps and I own nothing but the keyboard I write on. My beta Vikinglass25 gets mad love as usual!

I hope you enjoy Chapter 11!

EPOV

After the battle was over I was in bloodlust feeding frantically as if it would be my last meal. I was feeding on a vampire when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stood and turned to meet the fool who dare to touch me in such a state. "Niall."

"Eric, you must go gather yourself, she is watching" I immediately gaze over to My Fated, she is surrounded by the guards. Her eyes are closed and she appears to be trying to block out the sight before her. There is a large gash on her arm covered in blood. I push Niall out the of way to go to her. I was not sure what I would do when I got there but her blood was calling me. Niall moved in front of me again urging me to go. He reached his hand out and spread it over my face. He began chanting and within moments I was released from my blood crazed haze.

"Go, Eric. Clean up before you try to speak with her. I will have her go back to your room. When you are ready meet her there."

I nodded my head and left before she could see me again. I ran to Quinn and asked him for a place to clean up. He guided me along with Alcide and two guards to a room on the 2nd floor. I made my way into the suite undressing on the way, speaking to myself. "I must get to her quickly."

I jumped into the shower as my mind reveled in the battle that just played out. All went well. We lost several but the outcome was nothing but satisfactory. I scrubbed and scrubbed but demon's blood was difficult to remove. I was out of the shower in less than 10 minutes and clean clothes were laid on the bed.

"Alcide."

"Your Majesty?" He was standing in the doorway looking towards the window avoiding my naked state.

"You fought well, brother." This was only a term I used with Alcide. He had been with me for several decades and would meet the tip of a sword to defend me. It was the only word I could manage to think of when I needed him to know how much his service meant to me.

"Thank you, Master. We did well. Your Human survived, you defeated Dumah. It could not have had a better outcome."

"Indeed Alcide. So, did you see that fucker bleeding like a stuffed pig. Fucking beautiful!" I chuckle as I think back to the ridiculous bull head he was wearing, between Sophie's attack, the ridiculous headwear and his slow swings, it gave me the advantage to run my my sword through him.

"I did." Alcide is short on words as am I. This has served its purpose and is the main reason we have been with each other this long. Most of my guards live and protect me on their own free will. I have a few that are serving me due to past indiscretions; other Masters would have done much worse. I was fair to them and the punishment always matched the crime. Several of them stayed after their time was done because they were treated well and knew they had a place to stay while with me.

"How many were lost."

"25 vampires, 2 wares, 8 demons and 55 humans. They found the hiding place where the donors were during the battle."

"55 humans? Nan is going to be pissed, AVL will have to cover this up."

"Shall I arrange a meeting, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, have it done in the next 5 days. I plan to return to the castle quickly. I will meet with them there and explain the situation." As I finished my sentence I felt something in the pit of my stomach. I had this feeling earlier when I was with Sookie but something was different. I felt a ripple of a panicked emotion flow through me.

I rushed through the hallway when Niall appeared in front of me. "Northman, you are calm, now?"

"I am." I tried to keep the feelings Sookie pushed my way under control. I still was not used to the idea of emotions running through the bond since so many feelings Sookie had were unfamiliar to me.

"Good, she was very disturbed by your feeding. I feel that once your bond is complete her feelings towards certain things will subside."

I turned and looked into his eyes. "Why?"

He stared into my eyes as his face softened. "She will have some of the desires and be more open to the ideas of a Vampire and Fairies. Her powers are already pushing through although your bond has not been completed."

I feel the panicked emotion strong now. She is clearly in distress. "She is disturbed, Niall."

"She is, she is in her room. She might need some more time to adjust. Do you feel her?"

"I do. She is panicked, confused and scared."

"She was certainly all of those things when I left her in her room. Give her a few more minutes, allow her to absorb what has happened. Human's deal with emotions very differently, Northman."

"I am leaving, now, give her some more time; wait until the emotions you feel through the bond weaken. Then go to her."

I nodded and turned back to Alcide. I discussed more about the meeting with AVL and felt out the bond between Sookie and I. She was suddenly calm and collected. Several minutes later as I was speaking with Pam and Alcide and felt her feelings spring back into full force. This time her emotions were much different. It was so sudden and powerful it nearly brought me to my knees. She was overwhelmed with sadness and extreme grief.

I quickly gave Alcide and Pam instructions for cleaning up and made my way to my quarters. Three of the guards were standing in front of the doors. This was not the instructions they were given. One was to be in the room with her at all times. I approach as my anger begins to rise. As I get closer I smell Sophie. She has been here recently. All of the guards fall to their knees as I approach.

"Is there a fourth guard tonight?" I stand over them waiting for a response, I already know there is not.

"No, Your Majesty. She requested complete privacy. She was unstable and needed time alone, sir. We agreed after some convincing from Niall."

"Very well. Stay here and do not move." These were Royal Guards, they knew better. I pull my cell out of my pocket and text Alcide. "3 RG's my suite, get 4 ?'ing." I must thank Pam for teaching me how to text making my interactions swifter.

I make my way into the suite locking the doors behind me. She is in the shower and something is very wrong. The emotion I felt earlier is much stronger, she is in deep sadness and I hear her crying. Sophie and other humans have been here. I move to the door knocking softly attempting not to scare her. No answer. I knock harder but the end result is the same.

I knock harder and begin to feel another emotion coming from her, extreme hate. The familiar scent assaults my nose, I smell it; she reeks of fear. This is an unfamiliar emotion for me but the smell is very distinct. Normally it disgusts me but this particular scent mixed with Sookie scent arouses me in a most unusual way.

She has not answered and I begin to loose my patience. I knock one more time and then tell her I am coming in. I remove the door as I begin to loose control. I grip my hands it to tight fists pushing my anger down. I step in to see the shower is empty and wet footprints on the floor trailing to the cabinets under the sink.

I do everything I can to accommodate her feelings and she practically spat in my face. I never thought a human would have the balls to speak to me so hastily, but Sookie was no normal human and she actually kicked me in my face. It did not phase me in any way but it certainly shocked me.

Shock while not totally unfamiliar to me was an emotion I have never experienced more than once in such a short period of time. Sookie managed it three times in less than 30 seconds. I heard her shouting at me but the shock construed my focus, then I heard her words like they were the first words I had ever heard "I will be someone else's whore before I am ever yours."

I removed the counter top with force asking her to repeat herself which again to my surprise she did. Did she have a death wish? Supe's did not have the balls this woman had and quite honestly her bravery or stupidity, which ever you prefer, fucked with me.

I moved her to the bed showing her how aroused her disobedience made me. Once I looked into her eyes I knew her feelings were not hurt because of my bloodlust after the battle. Something lied deeper within her eyes. This was sorrow, fear and hate. Sophie had been here; she knew many things about me, I knew without asking she did this to Sookie.

I got closer to her and smelled Sophie on her. I moved closer to her face and smelled Sophie's saliva all over her mouth. I was filled with rage and begged the demons to stay at bay long enough to find out what happened.

She asked me to open my mind which for any other I would have refused. I felt so different when I was with her. I trusted her and for no good reason other than the fact I knew she was My Fated. She would never harm me, at the very least this I knew.

She placed her hands on my head and the images washed through me. I saw the images playing in her mind. The first night I was here. Sophie, Pam and the donors and I. The images she saw were that of a voyeur, not the images as I remembered them but those of a fly on the wall. I saw the donors covered in bite marks, bound in leather and the excitement of Sophie, Pam and myself. I saw myself laughing as I bathed in donors blood. I saw my arousal as if I were the girl beneath me. In my long life, I had never seen things through the eyes of another, only through my own.

As the images played on and on I was bombarded by an emotion not my own. It was Sookie's emotions, her mental and physical reactions to seeing this. Seeing this hurt her in a way nothing ever could. She did not trust me, I felt that familiar emotion I had grown to love, my dear friend, hate.

She hated me. My Fated hated me. I always thought that Vampires emotions were stronger than that of a human but I could have never been more wrong. These feelings, the feelings that ripped through her would make the strongest Vampire desire to meet the sun. She broke me; she cracked my heaviest armor revealing me in no way any other could. She opened my eyes; she was far more superior than I. She was a loving, compassionate and caring creature which took work from her every day. Her visions and emotions made me see, it was easy to hate, to be evil and live without connection to others. I had made my choice long ago and refused to assist her in making hers.

I felt her shirt getting damp and opened my eyes to see her shirt covered in red. I knew she was not hurt, these were tears. Tears of guilt, disgust and hate for myself. The last time I cried was when my Mother and Father left me all of those years ago. This magnificent women woke emotions inside of me that I put away all those years ago. I had to let her go. It was the best for her. I would only taint her, ruin her, make her like myself. I would hate myself for the remaining time I had on earth for doing this but she was too good for this, she was too good for me. Although I knew when I first saw her the Ancient Writings were true I understood in that moment that I still had a choice. I would set her free.

I never looked up again. I never looked into her beautiful face because I was ashamed. Not from my tears, from what she was exposed to. She was pure and should have never seen these things. Sophie would pay for this, she would meet her final night soon enough. I told Sookie I would take care of her financially as long as she never sought me out. I would get out a edict as soon as I was home that she was never to be approached by another Supernatural and forward it the The Council. She would be free from this world. She could go back to her life before this.

I walked out of my door trying to remember why I travelled her in the first place. I removed my shirt, grabbed another and wiped my face before leaving the room. I went to Alcide and the Royal Guards. Apparently Sophie got to one of the guards offering him wealth if he let her in the room. Alcide dealt with him swiftly and confirmed the other two guards were clean.

I had an hour before sunset and flew to the top of the mansion facing the front grounds. I sat down, legs hanging over the bricks going through the last couple of nights in my head. I was thinking of Sophie and what she had done. She did not glamour her servants as she was supposed to do. She assured me it would be done. She left their minds untouched to serve a purpose.

She knew Sookie and I would meet, she knew we would be together and begin a bond. Bill Compton knew Sophie well and of The Ancient Writings but how? Sophie and Bill were intertwined in this plot, this I knew but there was a force greater than them both at work.

Sophie had played her cards well. She was not as old as me but she had been around for eight centuries, long enough to master her game.

She bribed a Royal Guard and she did not glamour the donors as she was told to do. These crimes were punishable but since Sookie and I were not fully bonded she could not be put to death for her actions. If I took action against Sophie and The Council received word I could be punished severely for my actions.

I would speak with Sophie as soon as sunset came the following evening. She had gone too far to get her way, soon the day would come when I could rip that fucking cunt apart.

I was busy in thought when I heard HER below. She was running to her car with Quinn. Jealousy ripped through me but was quickly overrun with the thought of her possible happiness without me. Quinn threw her bags into the trunk. She was still crying, looking around the car, Quinn told her to hurry. He wanted her, he was glad I let her go, he would attempt to take my place by her side. I stood to leave as she opened the passenger door then looked up to me. I could not look at her, I could not see her eyes, if I did I know that I would change my mind keeping her with me forever. I began walking to the roof top door and heard her calling to me.

"Eric! Please don't. Come back!" I blocked out the angelic voice and walked through the door down the stairwell. I whispered before making my way down the stairs. "Goodbye, Sookie Stackhouse."

SPOV

I ran out of the suite doors hoping to catch Eric. No guards stood at the door, only Quinn.

"Where is he Quinn? Did you see him leave?"

"Yeah, Sook we have to go now. He let you go, right?"

"Yes, but I don't want to go. I need to find him. I made a mistake."

"Sookie, come on. I have your bags, you can go home. Go back to your life. We have to get out of here before Sophie finds you."

I fell to the ground sobbing. I clung to my shirt smelling him all over it. I wanted him back. Quinn pulled me up from my arm and headed towards the front of the mansion. He was carrying all of my bags I was barefoot, wet, freezing and scared. I wanted Eric.

Quinn and I ran outside as he threw my bags into the trunk of my car. "Sookie, get in, I'll drive."

I looked around one last time. I felt him, he was close. I looked up and saw him standing on the top of the mansion. I called out to him again begging him to come back and he walked away. He never looked at me. The pain of denial ripped through me bringing me into contact with the hard earth. The car revved and I felt Quinn put it in drive. "Sookie, get in, now!"

I stood up and fell to the seat and slammed the door. As Quinn drove away I stared out the window, crying. I had to leave my home by force but after staying here I realized I really didn't leave much to begin with. A brother who never cared, an endless job that would never get me anywhere but broke. I met Eric and for once I thought I might have something to look forward to. The dream I had made me realize before I ever met him, that he was the man I was meant to love. To have a family with. How? I have no clue but it was to be, somehow.

Now, I am leaving Sophie's without Eric, back to the life that I kissed goodbye almost a month ago. My whole life I was chasing nothing, dreams that would never come true, ideas of what life should be, now I knew they were just dead end roads. It never made sense and now the one thing that suddenly made sense was getting further and further away by each passing mile. I had no way to get a hold of Eric, I knew no one that knew him other than Sophie and that was obviously out of the question now.

I drifted off to sleep as the sun rose over the horizon. I didn't dream, my mind was complete darkness. I woke up long enough to remember being carried into the house by Quinn. He helped me change my clothes and I possessively kept the bloody shirt. I laid in bed with the shirt pressed to my nose and mouth. I smelled and tasted him as I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up with sleep crusted over my eyes. The sun was shining through my window. I pulled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see the pitiful person who occupied my body. My throat was dry, scratchy and my stomach began craving something other than food.

"The thirst!" I never even thought about the thirst. We did not complete the bond but yet I hungered for him. How was I going to get this to go away? God, I need to find Niall but, damn it, I don't have his number. I ran downstairs in my panic and found Quinn on the couch asleep. As I approached Quinn I realized how quickly I made it down the stairs. I would need to make notes of the things that were changing in me.

I ran up to the couch and began shaking him with vengeance.

"Quinn, wake up." I began shaking him harder as he came too.

"What's wrong Sook?"

"Do you have Niall's number?"

"No, why?" He rose and situated himself sitting on the far cushion.

"Because Quinn, I need to speak with him now. Do you know someone who might have his number?"

"Only Eric, Sookie." He has Eric's number?

"You have Eric's number?" He stared at me like he wanted to say no but he really did have it.

"Quinn?"

"I do but I won't give it you. You need to just leave him alone. He's not the one for you Sookie. You see that; he let you go. He threw you away like a piece of trash."

How dare he. He has no idea what happened. "Quinn, take it back. Now!"

He stood up towering over me. "I will not, you fucked him and he threw you away like he does with all of the others, Sookie."

"Quinn, we did not have sex, you ass! Give me the number!" I cannot believe that he just assumed I screwed Eric.

"Fine, Sookie. He's a vampire, he's asleep!"

"What time is it?" I began walking to the kitchen much quicker than normal and looked at the clock on the oven. 4:45pm. I cannot believe I slept that late. I charged back into the living room. Give me your phone Quinn." I put my hand out waiting.

"Fine Sookie, you're fuck up, not mine. If he gets pissed you tell him that you stole my phone. I will not be responsible for you calling him, okay?

"Shut up Quinn, give me the phone." He dropped the shiny device in my hands and walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. I ran out the front door looking through the contacts trying to find him. I looked under "E" and didn't find anything. I scrolled down to "K's", no Kings. I started back at the 'A's' and sifted through the contacts. I stopped at "Vampire Dick" and assumed that could only be Eric.

I was not going to call him, he could find me if he wanted to, Internal GPS. I had Quinn's phone which gave me the upper hand, so I texted him and played as if I was Quinn. I shot off the first text.

'Do you have Niall's phone number? Sookie has asked for it." I really did not think that his response would be so quick. I was sure he was still in his daytime slumber. The phone beeped. I flipped it open.

'Is she well?' So what now you care? You walked away. I clearly had desperation in my voice when I called out his name but he left me. I fired off another text.

'Yes, she needs to speak to Niall. Do you have his number?' The 2nd text came back quicker than the first.

'Sending it, now.' Okay so now what Sookie? He's sending the number, what are you going to do now? The phone beeped again.

'305-567-1234' Well I laid all my cards out. I had nothing left. No reason to text him back. He gave me the only thing I asked for. I sat and waited for another text to come but after 30 minutes I knew it wasn't coming.

I looked at the text and dialed Niall. No answer; it was one of those automated messages, I picked the grass as I waiting for the beep. "Hey, Niall its Sook. I need to talk to you about something. I'm calling from Quinn's cell so call me on my cell at 316-454-0978. Uh, thanks! Bye!"

I sat in the yard a little longer picking mindlessly at the grass. So many things had happened so quickly. It was sort of nice to be back at home and to be lost in thought without worrying about being watched or listened in on. The burning and itching got a little better when I stopped focusing on it. It was still there but not intolerable. I watched the sunset over the tree line and decided I should go shower and try to eat something. I looked at the phone one more time hoping for a missed text but no luck.

Quinn walked up to me and put his hand on my shoulder rubbing a little too softly. "Sookie, are you okay? Did you get a hold of him? Was he pissed?"

I nodded my head no and walked back up to my bedroom. I took a shower and tried not think of Eric. I got out of the shower, got dressed in a solid white baby tee with a pair of hip huggers, fixed my hair and put on a little make up. I walked downstairs to see Quinn watching T.V.

I walked in the kitchen and made some soup. I took two bites and threw up in the kitchen sink. "Sook, are you okay?"

'Yeah, don't worry I'll be fine." I walked back up to my room and brushed my teeth. I walked back into the kitchen and picked up a bagel. I ate a whole slice and kept it down for about 10 minutes before it came back up. I was getting more and more pissed. I opened the fridge and pulled out some yogurt. I grabbed the biggest spoon I could find and spooned mouthfuls lacking any grace. I knew why I couldn't keep anything down and it was starting to eat at me.

I was in a deep need for something you cannot find on a Walmart shelf. I began eating out of fury. I plunged the spoon in to the yogurt tub and stirred with anger. I gritted my teeth took a huge bite and spat my words out in disgust "I will eat this fucking thirst into the ground." I pulled out the milk, never shutting the refrigerator door or considering a glass and began downing it like it was Jack Daniels sloshing it over my face down to my shirt. As soon as the milk hit my stomach everything came shooting back up, thankfully I managed to get some of it in the sink.

I ran back upstairs and began brushing my teeth like a mad woman. "I think I am loosing it." I put my hands on the bathroom counter and began shaking violently. I fell to the bathroom floor and then a smell hit me. "Quinn." I ran back down the stairs again in a quickened pace and slowed before I reached the entryway to the living room. I could hear Quinn fumbling around. "Sookie are you okay?" I round the entry way to the living room and his back was to me. I could hear the blood coursing through his veins. I was starving and I needed blood, more specifically I needed Eric's blood but that bastard was obviously not coming. "Heartless dick."

Quinn turned as I stalked towards him, when his eyes met mine he knew something was wrong. "Sookie did you say something?" His voice brought me out of the lust and the hunger began to die down again. "Uh, I was just uh talking to myself."

"Okay, well I was just looking around, checking the place out."

"Do you want to take a shower?"

He stood there never moving; it was like he knew I was stalking him a moment earlier. "I did while you were on using my phone. I used the one downstairs. I put the same clothes back on because I did not have anything here.

"So, what do you want to do? Are you going to stay here or are you going to leave?"

He sat on the couch and begin flipping through the channels. "I talked to Eric while you were in the shower and he said that Sophie would expect me back before sunset. I can stay for a while but another guard is coming to get me later since I don't have a car here."

"Well, okay. Do you want to watch a movie or something? I have lots of movies. Most of the guy stuff is probably gone since Jason has been watching the place. Which reminds me, I wonder where Peter is. I know he's been here. There's a new gallon of milk in the fridge." Wait, did he just say that he talked to Eric? About what I wonder. Did he call asking about me?

"Oh, he woke me up this morning about 9 wondering who I was. He pointed a shotgun at me but once I told him that you were upstairs and proved to him that you were here he said that he would be back on Monday."

"He had a shotgun?" Did he have his own or did he get one of mine? I forgot that Jason had a key to the gun safe.

"Yeah, it scared me at first but then I thought about it and knew that the bullets weren't silver so it was really not a threatening situation." I stood up and walked over to the movies going through them one by one, shaking them trying to figure out if it was heavy enough to have a movie inside. Jason practically emptied me out. I shook and shook and finally stopped at two movie cases with more weight than the others. Pretty Woman or Scary Movie. I went with Scary Movie because I knew Quinn wouldn't go for Pretty Woman. 'Chick Flick.'

I put the movie in and popped Quinn a bag of popcorn and grabbed him a soda. I on the other hand was tired of throwing up and was focusing hard on not being really hungry. I sat next to Quinn and we snuggled like we did every time we watched a movie. I still had Eric very much on my mind and would not do anything with Quinn. Those feelings passed as soon as I saw Eric the other night. We watched the movie and half way through I drifted off.

Quinn, much like this morning carried me back to my room and laid me in bed. I slid under the covers and pulled my jeans off and tossed them to the floor. I was quickly in a deep sleep after I realized Eric was not going to try to contact me.

I am not sure how much later I woke up but it was still very dark outside. I stood up and walked into the bathroom. I pulled the milk stained shirt over my head, took off my bra, walked into my room and grabbed a spaghetti strapped shirt. I pulled it over my head and adjusted my underwear and fixed my ponytail into a bun. I walked to the closet and looked around not really sure for what but it seemed like something to do. Quinn was so nice. He unpacked and hung up all of my stuff. I shut the closet doors and walked back over to the bed.

I heard some shuffling downstairs and walked to my door. I pulled it open a little wider and heard men talking in hushed tones. I dropped my shields to listen. I hear Quinn's fuzzy thoughts and a low hum. That low hum was definitely a vampire. I walked out the door and stood at the top of the stairs. They were in the kitchen. I moved down the stairs slowly with a grace like never before. When I focused on my body I could move without a sound. I internally thought "Cool, I could get used to some of this stuff."

I made it to the bottom of the stairs and inhaled deeply, I know that smell. The cold draft from downstairs hits me as soon as I was about to move to the kitchen to see but realized I was practically naked. I heard Quinn speak again and finally the low hum said something loud enough for me to hear. "Eric?" I heard the door squeak and without thinking I ran in to see Eric standing outside the back door and Quinn holding the door open while speaking to Eric from the kitchen. He needed an invitation to enter. When Eric saw me he stood there for a few seconds staring at me through his blue orbs but by the time I pushed past Quinn to the door he was gone.

I ran outside and screamed his name much like at Sophie's but he was gone. I walked back into the house as Quinn stood there catching flies and making lusty eyes at me. I rolled my eyes and stared back at him. "What did he want? He left in a rush."

Quinn came out of his trance and handing me a brown paper covered package. "He asked that I give you this. He said that you left it at Sophie's. It's cold." I hadn't been able to really go through my stuff that some else packed , I was curious. It was strange that Eric being a King would come courier a package to me.

I told Quinn in passing I was going back to bed and took the package upstairs with me. "It is cold, what's in here?"I shut and locked the door and sat on my bed tearing the box lid off. There was ice in ziploc bags on top of whatever was in the box. He brought the food from my refrigerator at Sophie's? I picked up the bags and moved them to the bed. There in the box were several vials filled with blood sealed tight with black tops and some type of sealant on it, inside a ziploc bag. "He drained his own blood for me? How did he know?" I thought back about my conversation with Niall. My hunger called to him. Was my thirst calling to him, already? We had not completed the bond and yet so many things were changing for both of us it seemed.

I picked up the bag of vials and saw two more bags of ice. I pulled them out hoping for a note or something. There was a piece of plastic material under the bags of ice, so I picked it up and found a small card with a fancy foiled 'E' at the top. I pulled the card to my mouth and licked the paper. It tasted just like him and it smelled strongly of him, as if he were in the room. I pulled the card back down to read what he had written.

'Sookie, I felt your thirst. I did not think of this last night. I have provided enough blood to last you for a day or two. I have spoken with Niall. He is working on reversing the bond. Since it has not been completed it may work. I will continue to provide you with my blood until we find a solution. You should be able to refrigerate fresh blood for 2 days. If you do not think that you will go through them in two days put some in the freezer so that they will stay fresh."

"E"

I ran the balls of my fingertips over the ink as I read his words. He was very distant and impersonal not giving away any emotion. He only did this to keep my hunger from calling him. His note tore at me. I walked down to the kitchen freezer and put the bag in. I set a couple of vials into the butter dish holder in the fridge and took two back with me to my room. I sat on my bed and cried as I took both vials in my hands. I stared at them forever and finally broke the seal on both. I downed the blood as quick as possible hoping not to taste him. Of course it didn't work. I tasted every drop as it brought my thoughts back to Eric and the few but very wonderful moments we shared.

So, what's going to happen now? Sookie's thirst calls to Eric but he refused to stick around to talk to her. Sookie obviously has seen she needed to give Eric a chance but how will she get Eric to stick around long enough to talk to her? Who's helping Bill and what did Sophie and Bill work out? Man so many questions so many more chapters.

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