Chapter 37 – It was that Simple
A/N: Okay I own nothing, just a really crazy dog and some last season Jimmy Choo's. I also want to remind you that the contest I am co-hosting is about to start so if you have been toying with doing a one shot…now would be the time! Make Momma Minion proud and enter THE SNARKY-SIDE KICK and give me your funniest..snarkiest Pam. Remember it can be any pairing as long as it is Pam's POV~ Oh and GO SEAL TEAM6~ You rock!
LAST TIME: (Sookie rallied the troupes and went after Eric and Hunter who were being held hostage by Breandan and Steve Newlin. While Eric is being tortured Sarah Newlin had a change of heart and is trying to save Hunter so she called Sookie with their location and invited the vampires with Sookie and of Dallas in her home)
SPOV
"Come when I call...you know the code" he nodded and kissed me on my forehead and whispered an ancient prayer of safe passage and with that I popped to Eric's location. They all looked surprised. Neave smiled an evil smile as she pulled a knife out of Eric's body. I surprised them again when I cracked my neck, smiled my own evil smile and blew her ass up with a ball of light. Before anyone could respond I walked to Breandan and hissed,
"Hello honey, I'm home." I smiled and he hissed and we began to grapple. He had me down by my throat he was stronger than I thought but I knew that I was only at half power. I could hear other's coming and I saw Newlin running for the door. I hear Eric gasp out,
"Run Sookie Run…liquid iron...run!" but I put my shield up and pulled Breandan into it with me instead and yelled,
"Do your worst!" The code of all codes.
SPOV
The liquid missed me by a country mile and it pissed me off that he thought so little of me. I wanted a fight, a good fucking fight, and he was going to give me one. I threw him off me as I yelled,
"You stupid Son of a Bitch did you really think it would be that easy?" I felt my fangs click in and my eyes go black and he just looked at me stunned,
"What are you?" he gasped out as I gripped his throat in one hand and his arm with the sword with the other.
"I am your fated death" I said in a voice that was not my own. I could see everything so clearly and I could feel my people as they came in and the fighting began with their arrival. I knew that I had to be the one to kill Breandan but I need to make sure Eric was protected.
"Pam- GET YOUR MASTER!" and with that I continued to fight Breandan and pushed him off of me long enough to pull Eric's long sword from its sheath. It was in that moment I felt even more power rip through me. I wanted blood…his blood…
"Breandan, I am going to drain you dry you useless excuse for a faery. No wonder you have no mate!" Well that pissed him off and as he backhanded me across the room I laughed as I landed.
"OOOO touchy…touchy aren't we… I might get a good fight out of you after all!" I could feel pride coming from Eric even though he wanted me to run.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Newlin making a run for it "Thalia, get that son of a bitch!" I yelled and she grabbed him by the throat and threw him back in the room. He scurried under a table but he was not getting away.
"Laurell keep the FOTS soldiers away from Eric! Sven, round up those wolves! Niall keep those Faeries from popping they will pay! Alcide…Jason…get ready they're coming…second wave!" I yelled, all the while fighting Breandan off and away from where Eric was being held down with silver and iron. My beloved I could see how hurt he was and that fueled my anger even more. I would kill Breandan for this tonight.
As I fought him I pushed him through the crowd of Were and Water Faeries to attempt to get to Eric's position. They had him well covered and it amazed me how quickly they all made it down into the basement. That is when it hit me; they had all been down here watching him be tortured. They had stood and watched as Neave and Lochlan cut and mutilated him. The fact I would fucking kill them all is the only thing I was sure of. As I fought Breandan others tried to work their way into our fight, but I simply cut through them with Eric's sword and kept pushing toward my goal; saving my husband and taking him home before sunrise.
EPOV
I knew that I was in bad shape and as the chain dug into my neck I couldn't help but think 'at least now I know how I get the scar.' I felt Sookie sending me love and comfort and I tried to warn her off, but I could feel her resolve. She was immersed in that deep dark place she goes to when she has to kill, and she not only knew she was going to have to kill, but she was looking forward to it. She was pissed. Poor Breandan, I almost feel sorry for the bastard; he has no idea… no fucking idea what it is like to be on the receiving end of the wrath of my beloved.
I was trying to stay centered but the pain was horrible. The knives, in truth, hurt worse than the barbed wire on my throat, but I knew it was the silver chain with the barbed wire on my throat that was the most dangerous to me. It was old; older than me, which meant it could inflict greater damage and I tried not to thrash, but to stay perfectly still, willing myself not cry out. I would occasionally let a moan escape but I would not give the bitch and bastard the satisfaction of hearing me cry out. The room was full of Water Fae and Were's all laughing at my pain and cheering on Neave and Lochlan. I dug in deeper to my deep dark place knowing Ocella had hurt me worse than this; I could take what they were dishing out. What I could not deal with was Breandan telling me what he was going to do to Sookie once I was dead. I once again tried to warn her off but she was adamant in her decision to come for me and she was close; very close.
I felt her before I saw her. Neave pulled the knife out of me and smiled at Sookie 'Oh that was the wrong thing to do bitch' was my thought right before, POOF, Neave was dead. I think Lochlan was in shock because he did not move at all toward me or Sookie. No one moved at first until Lochlan finally moved toward the dust pile that was now his sister/lover. Then Sookie moved toward Breandan and I tried to warn her about the liquid iron I saw two others preparing to throw on her to weaken her, but she was too fast for them and then she yelled,
"DO YOUR WORST!" and with that the room lit up with Fae and Vampires alike. She was magnificent as she fought. I was proud of her even though I wanted her to run, but I knew that she would not. She was goading Breandan and she was hot for a fight but she wanted Pam to cover me. I heard her yell out all the while fighting to the death with Breandan, ordering,
"Pam - GET YOUR MASTER!" She was a general and every vampire, faery and shifter here were part of her army. They followed her every direction without question. I was impressed with her planning and how out manned Newlin and Breandan truly were with me watching her fight and found it truly impressive. The way she would turn and block his every move was unbelievable. I only wished I could join in on the fight and I wanted her to pop out and go home but I knew she would not do so. The bond we shared was screaming 'I don't run…blood covenant … and I love you.'
Sookie ordered Thalia to keep Newlin from leaving the room and then she ordered my family, Laurell, Marcus, Alexander and Lillianna to take out the FOTS soldiers. It was quite the fight. The boys thought their religious crosses could protect them, but of course they could not. Those twenty boys were no match for Laurell by herself without adding Marcus, Lillianna and Alexander to the mix. I could feel her worry for me through the bond and her desire to fly to my side or to find Hunter, but she did as Sookie asked. Set to her task, of taking on her assignment of holding the FOTS soldiers at bay because they all had stakes on them and Sookie wanted those far away from me.
Alcide and Jason, along with their various pack members, joined the fray as well. They were attacking a second set of soldiers that had not been in the basement enjoying my torture. My guess is that they were the outer level guards who had come in when the fighting started. Someone had probably alerted them or they had simply heard the commotion, but Alcide and Jason's packs had been ready for the onslaught due to my beloved and her warning.
Christean was aiding Livy and Sven by taking on half of the Were pack that Jon had brought with him. Then suddenly Thalia came back to flank her man. I saw Thalia give a nod in Jonathan's direction to claim him as her opponent. She landed in front of him with her sword drawn and growled a low guttural sound as I felt Pam draw closer to me I cut my eyes to look for her and she had almost fought her way to me with Belinda right beside her. As I looked back to see Thalia I was just in time to see Jonathan's head fly across the room in wolf form but land in human form. I was feeling weak but Pam was almost to me and Sookie was closing in as well. She was fighting Breandan toward my position and I knew she was planning on killing him and popping me home. I could 'hear' it all in her head.
Niall and Claudine were taking on the water Fae that were there as if they were nothing and they actually made a hole for Belinda to run half way to my position. She was almost to me, but there were still more Fae and Were's in the way and I knew that she wanted to pop, but with all the iron around me it was just too dangerous for her to pop straight to my position. She had to do the same thing Sookie was doing; fight her way to me.
My vampires, along with Stan's and Felipe's people were taking on the Fae and Were's that were now pouring toward my position from the other side of the room, but we seemed to have them outmanned. Constance and Isabella actually paused to check their nails; Pam and those two could be best friends. I mused for a moment before another bout of pain ripped through me as a Were hit the base of my table and he reached up to attempt to rip my throat out with the barbed wire around my neck. Pam had made her way to me and ripped his head off before he had the chance.
This fight was not going to take long which was a good thing because I was bleeding out through the wound in my neck. I felt Pam removing the iron cuffs off my arms and legs. Belinda was cooing into my ear while pulling the silver off me when I saw Lochlan coming up behind her. My right arm was free, but the problem was if I moved, the chain would rip through my neck even more than it was now. However, this was Belinda, our sweet baby angel. She was Aunna to me, in that moment I could see my Aunna and there was no choice. I had failed Aunna, I would NOT fail Belinda.
I reached up and grabbed him by his throat and as I did I felt the chain dig deeper and the blood flowed a little more freely than just seconds before. Pam saw what was happening and she came to my aide killing Lochlan where he stood. She once again ripped another head off and tossed it across the room as she yelled at Sookie.
"Sookie, quit playing with your God Damn food and drain that mother fucker dry…Eric needs you over here NOW!" I smiled at her, my sweet Pam, my little girl. I would never be sorry that I turned her. I reached and touched her face as I smiled at her I could feel the blood flowing out of me. I saw Sookie and the fear and anger in her eyes as she pulled Breandan to her and sank her fangs into him. She drank deeply and then snapped his neck as she said,
"Bet you didn't think this was the way your night was gonna go, now did ya bitch?" and she dropped him to the floor. She was by my side in a flash, cooing and petting me gently. She lit her hands and laid them on my neck, but we both knew I was almost gone. I smiled and tried to whisper 'I love you' but nothing would come out. I could hear Pam screaming but could not make out what she was saying. I was losing blood fast and I knew I was fading.
Sookie took a knife from her waist band and split her arm open from wrist to elbow and began to push her blood flow into my mouth and onto the wound on my neck all the while keeping the other hand lit with her light. Her magic was all around us with her chanting out loud and I could feel the ancient magic engulf me. It felt just like when she woke me with her light. The magic grew in strength as Belinda touched Sookie's shoulder and continued building in power when Lillianna and Laurell did as well. They were offering their magic to Sookie. Everyone was panicking but Sookie was not, she felt calm and soothing to me. She cooed very calmly to Belinda,
"Finish taking the silver off him Belinda."
"Laurell, keep everyone back, no one sees him like this." The fight seemed to be over and everyone was concerning themselves with my condition. I was practically stripped bare from all the cutting and wounds inflicted with the knives and chains. They wanted to make sure the silver burned and knives wounded me in all the 'right' places. I was weak but finally able to gasp out,
"Hunter?"
"Shush baby, he is fine. Bill has him. He is taking him to Remy now. Rest easy, now lover. I have you. Everything will be fine." She then climbed on top of me, but held her weight off me as much as she could. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around me saying, "Let's go home." And as we popped away I heard Laurell call out that it was too dangerous for her to be alone with me and to come back, but in the next moment we were home and I was so damn hungry.
SPOV
I heard Hunter in my mind, 'Aunt Suekee…Uncle Bill has me and the lady…come home…' and with that he was out of range. God Bless the Royal Fae Guard. I was having fun torturing Breandan until Pam yelled at me and I knew that Eric was in grave danger. He had hurt himself even more while trying to protect Belinda and when I finally made it to him, he was in dire straits and as close to final death as I had ever seen a vampire without them flaking and dissolving away. Pam cried out,
"Sookie do something, he's flaking…NOOO Eric no!" I took one of the knives from my waist band and split my arm open from wrist to elbow and began to push my blood flow into his mouth and all over the worst wound which was on his neck. I lit my hands and laid the one not feeding him directly on the wound to help speed up his healing. Belinda, Laurell and Lillianna offered me access to their Faery magic and power and I gladly took the extra strength. Everyone was panicking but I felt so calm; it was a weird calm almost like I could feel a comforting peace come all around me. I could hear Gran's advice she had given me over the years, 'Oh child, he will feel better once you get him home. A man always feels better in his own bed.' I very calmly said to Belinda,
"Finish taking the silver off him Belinda." She did as she was asked and very gently pulled the silver from his skin. She was crying but holding it together and as she pulled the silver from him she was praying. Pam was petting Eric's arm and whispering in his ear,
"Master, you'll be fine. You are so strong and Sookie is here…we are all here…" She had red tears streaming down her face. Seeing her tears made the others start making their way to where he was bound in an attempt to see how badly he was hurt. I, however, did not want anyone near him. I felt an overwhelming desire to protect him from everyone. I saw Thalia pulling Newlin to his feet the coward had lived through this but I would deal with him later. I sent a mental note to Pam to get Stan to help us clean this mess up and hold on to Newlin. Eric moaned and made me realize he would not want anyone to see him like this.
"Laurell, keep everyone back, no one sees him like this." The fight was over and everyone was concerning themselves with Eric's condition. He was practically stripped bare from all the cutting and wounds. I could feel his concern through our shared bond and I knew what he was going to ask before he asked me.
"Hunter?"
"Shush baby, he is fine. Bill has him. He is taking him to Remy now. Rest easy, now lover. I have you. Everything will be fine." I was afraid I would injure him more but I had to take him in my arms to be able to pop him home, so I very gently climbed onto the table and on top of him while keeping my weight mainly on my knees. I leaned in and wrapped my arms around him,
"Let's go home." But as we popped I heard Laurell yell,
"Sookie, don't take him to the resting chamber… you shouldn't be alone with him… it's too dangerous and we can't get to you…." I did not heed her warning.
I popped us straight into the shower of our resting chamber and gently help Eric down onto the shower stall bench. I leaned him back against the wall and I popped open one of the bottles of blood that I had left there in my hurried preparation for our return earlier in the evening. I scooted behind him onto the shower seat to hold him so I could feed it to him. He was still gray but the flaking had stopped and I knew that I had to get some bottled blood in him before I could attempt to let him feed from me again. I rocked him and cooed to him as he drank,
"There you go baby, everything's okay now. We are home…see look… home." He opened his eyes and looked around and nodded that he understood we were back home. I saw the clock on the wall and it had only been 3 hours since they had taken him. How had they done so much damage in that little amount of time and why? Eric finished the bottle and I picked up the next one and began the process again. He moved up a little before leaning back again, but by the end of the second bottle he was able to bring his hands up and hold it on his own.
By the time the third and final bottle was opened he was able to take it from me and hold it on his own. I leaned him back on the shower wall and took our bonding knife off the counter so I could cut the remainder of his pants off of him. It was basically just a waist band and a few other strips of cloth that were left. I turned on the shower and began to prepare to wash the blood off him so I could see the worst of the wounds and finish healing him. His neck looked much, much better and I started at his feet where I began to wash away the dirt and blood. They had cut the bottom of his feet… Holy Mother of God; who were these people and what drove them to do this?
I worked my way up his legs washing and healing his wounds most of which seemed to all but disappear, but the deeper ones would take him getting more blood back into him and time for him to heal. I gently spread his legs and began to heal his groin area… 'Fucking bitch –cunt- whore, I should have killed you slower' was the thought that ripped through me as I saw she had cut and stabbed him everywhere. I used the bonding knife to cut my hands and coupled my blood and my light to heal that area. Eric winced, but made no real movement. He still had his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the wall. He was almost finished with the last bottle of blood so I hurried myself to finish healing him so I could wash him and get him to bed to rest.
By the time I started on his stomach and chest he was done drinking the last bottle of blood finished with the bottle and he sat it down on the shower floor next to where I had discarded the others. He opened his eyes and watched me as I did yet another round of healing on his neck. He gave me a little smile and I would later swear I felt myself breathe for the first time in 3 hours. I smiled back and said,
"Lean up and let me wash the blood out of your hair." He nodded in response and just did as I asked. I longed to hear his voice but I didn't push him. I would let him set his own pace, just like he did with me the night I was attacked. I would just make every effort to take care of him and show him how much I loved him. I very gently massaged the shampoo into his hair and then used the same to lather his body once more to make sure I had cleaned all the blood off of him. I realized I did not have a cup to rinse his hair out with so I was going to have to get him under the spray to wash all the soap and shampoo off his body. I took the rag and wet it without ringing it out and began to get some of the soap off his body so I could give him a few more minutes before he was going to have to stand up. I could tell he was still very weak.
"Baby, I need you to stand up so I can rinse you off, okay?" He nodded but seemed so groggy and when he did stand he swayed. I was able to hold him up with very little help from him, under the water to rinse him. I sat him back down on the shower seat and stripped my bloody clothes off. I washed myself quickly and then I cut off the water and turned to helped him out the shower. He was looking at me like a lion looks at a gazelle but he made no move toward me so after our 20 minutes shower, I finally pulled him out and began to dry him off. I was exhausted and opted for towel drying our hair instead of getting out the dryer.
I helped him to our bedroom and into the bed. I had put my quilt on the bed knowing that Gran's quilt brought him as much comfort as it brought me and cuddled up beside him. He moved for the first time on his own without my help, moving the bulk of his body between my legs and laid his head down on my chest. I laid there watching his head rise and fall with each of my breaths and we were both silent for a good long while. Pam and Belinda where home and poking around, trying to get inside my head, so I sent Pam a mental 'we are fine go away' and then there was silence again.
Deep into the night, long after I had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion I felt Eric move and he shook me a little to wake me. I looked down at face as he was still lying on my chest and he said,
"I'm hungry." he said with a lost lilt and growl to his voice. I brushed his hair from his face and said,
"Then feed." It was that simple. He immediately bit, but he wasn't gentle as he took a good long feed. In spite of the pain I continued to stroke his hair and coo to him about how much I loved him and how happy I was to have him home. I don't really know what all I said and I was basically babbling due to how tired I was and how much blood I had lost off and on all night. I had always been one to wake slowly, needing to stretch and roll around for a while before getting out of bed once woken and tonight it was doubly so. I just could not keep my eyes open due to all the varying factors of the evening; the stress, loss of blood, the intensity of the fight and the sheer terror I had felt watching Eric begin to flake earlier had all taken their toll on me.
I felt him rub up against my leg and knew he wanted something else too. He stopped feeding and looked up at me as he growled.
"Woman, I want you." There seemed to be something off about him but I knew I could not deny him.
"Then take what you want." Once again it was that simple. He had a need and I would fill it. I would do anything for him. I would die for him if I had to. In that moment I relinquished all control and just trusted our bond. He had begun to crawl up me and he filled me completely with one thrust. It was not pleasant to be filled that quickly by that much man, but he always felt like coming home so the sensation while somewhat painful for a moment, gave me great comfort. Once I began to writhe underneath him it seemed to spur him on and he looked wild and feral. He was thrusting into me over and over, harder and harder while screaming out and cursing in his native tongue. Then on the last thrust I felt a snap and was fairly certain that my pelvis was broken. He seemed drunk; if he were a human man I would swear that he was drunk. He collapsed on me and I whispered,
"Baby, I need some of your blood to heal… Eric… please…" After a long moment he seemed to understand what I needed and he offered me his wrist so I bit into it and drank. I took just enough to take the edge off the pain and he laid his head back on my chest and was still for quite some time. I was dosing again; I had never felt so tired, so utterly and completely exhausted. I knew I had used a lot of power during the fight, not to mention all the magic I had expelled to heal Eric, but this feeling was overwhelming. I must have fallen asleep again because he was waking me again,
"I need more, I need to feed. I am so hungry for you. You taste so good…"
"It's alright, take what you need." And with that bite I felt like I was floating. Once again I gave myself over to our love, to our bond. He had a need and I would fill it. I trusted the bond. I was so light headed and thought that I was going to pass out, but then suddenly I was fine. I was standing outside Gran's house in the middle of the day, but I was fine.
I walked slowly toward the house I grew up in on Hummingbird Lane. It was a beautiful summer day. There were butterflies everywhere, which was strange because we never had that many butterflies. As I approached the front porch I saw the best thing I had seen in a while, Gran. Gran was on the front porch swing holding something that I could not quite make out from this distance and I started to run for the house as fast as I could.
"Gran! Gran!" I was so happy and she looked up from the bundle in her lap and smiled at me.
"Sookie, what are you doing here angel? You aren't supposed to be here, but I am glad to see you."
"Gran I miss you so much." I cried as I reached to hug her, but she patted me and said,
"Be careful Sookie, I am holding the babies. I looked down in her arms and she was holding two sweet babies and I knew in an instant they were my babies; mine and Eric's. I sat down beside her and she passed me Addie and CJ. I held them and breathed them in as I smiled like a loon. They were smiling and cooing to me; reaching to grab my nose and clap their little hands. They didn't look like newborns they looked about 6 months old. I kissed them and hugged them and then I looked at Gran with a sudden realization,
"Gran, where are we?"
"Heaven, but you are not supposed to be here. You have to go back to your Viking so I can send these two on down to you both. They are ready to be in your world. Little Lars will take a little more time but he will be a handful so you need to be fully rested for this one." She smiled before continuing, "You have to go back Sookie, you have to go back." She said as she took the babies back and I realized Lars was in a bassinet to my left. Unlike the twins he was fast asleep, very tiny and truly looked like a sleeping angel. I picked him up, stroked his sweet face and kissed him before lying him back down. I turned to Gran and said,
"Gran, I don't know how I got here so how do I get back?"
"Follow you heart, Sookie, follow your heart."
"Gran what does that mean?"
"You'll know soon enough, child. When it matters most you will know. Now run, you have to go, run before the veil closes. You can cross it but only for a few moments. RUN Sookie, run." And I hugged her, kissed her cheek and took off running as fast as I could down the drive way. I kept running down the road the same path that Eric had run down when I had found him that fateful night in January. I could hear Eric's voice so I followed it and thought of Gran's advice, realizing that Eric was my heart, so I would follow his voice as he called to me and I called out to him.
EPOV
I was dreaming that I had caught a beautiful faery and was drinking from her while having my way with her. But then in the middle of the dream I saw Sookie's face heard her voice begging me for my blood and saying she was hurt. I felt so drunk, like I had had Faery Royalty blends or a full blooded faery. I kept trying to shake my head to wake myself from the dream, but my vision was blurry and I felt stiff. I could not remember where I was or how I got there, but once my eyes opened I knew that I was in my bed. I felt a hand on my back; it was Sookie. I looked up and was terrified at what I saw.
It was my beloved, stripped bare with bite marks all over her. I had drained her was my first thought but I could hear a faint heart beat. As I moved off her, even in her semi-unconscious state she moaned out in pain. Her hip, more specifically her pelvis, was broken. I had a sudden realization that my greatest fear had come true; I had taken her against her will. I gathered her into my arms and wept, calling out her name and realized I was now screaming it.
"SOOKIE… oh God please no… SOOKIE wake up…come back… SOMEONE HELP ME!" I reached to the end of the bed and took her grandmother's quilt. I gently wrapped her in the quilt. I could feel Pam so I gently laid Sookie back down as I ran to the door to open it. I unlocked it and flew back to Sookie. Pam, Belinda, Marcus, Laurell, Lillianna and Alexander all entered in. I was weeping and rocking Sookie in my arms.
"Eric, give her to me." Laurell said with little emotion in her voice, but she immediately began to chant to wind her magic through the air. I nodded and handed Sookie to her but I was still calling out her name. I could not stop and I did not know why. Marcus had walked past us and into the bathroom. I looked to Alexander and he asked,
"Brother, how did this happen?"
"I don't know. I don't really remember last night at all. I remember her cleaning me…the shower… she fed me bottled blood and then… nothing… Oh God, she has lain down here all day hurt…" I was confused and dazed. I felt so helpless and I was not used to feeling this way.
"I know what happened." Marcus said very stoically as he held out bottles of blood. I vaguely remembered drinking from them but not really.
"Royalty blended Faery blood and one bottle of straight faery blood, where the hell did she get those?" Alex asked.
"From my wine cellar, I showed her those and told her I could get drunk off a glass. So why would she give me all three bottles? It must have been a mistake." I walked back to the bed and pulled Sookie from Laurell and rocked her in my arms.
"Lover, come back to me…come back...You said you would never run…I am so sorry…please…please…" and with that I prayed for the second time in a millennium.
A/N: Hold on… I love you and it will be OK… (Getting my new SVM tomorrow so if I am slow to respond to your reviews forgive me... and you better still review. hahaha!) Love you!