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After the initial shock of what happened with Jason slowly waned, I was strung-out with a new mighty sense of desperation. We had to find Gran, and I knew it would be all the more difficult in Eric's confused state. But still, we had to try. We had to find her body, where ever Eric had buried her. The fate of my mine and my brother's relationship hung in the balance, and I sure as heck did not want to lose my older brother.

I wanted to give Gran the most perfect and beautiful funeral, because it was the send-off she deserved most. I just wished it wasn't so hard for Eric to remember where he'd found her.

I tried, many times, to coax the answer out of Eric. Only, it was no good. It was a downright failure; He couldn't remember a single damn thing, aside from the pledge he had tricked me into, where he mistakenly believed was a willing affair between both of us parties involved.

I once heard that if someone misplaced something, if they went back to the potential scene of the crime and thought and searched hard enough for it, they would eventually find what they were looking for sooner or later. I could only hope this was the case.

We would find her, somehow. Even if we had to retrace Eric's footsteps until near to daylight, we would find her. I was bound to make sure of that.

"You are my Warrior Goddess, and I am your loyal Steed," Eric said to me, once we had slipped out on the porch, ready on our mission to find where exactly he had buried Gran. He was crouched forward and eyeing me expectantly, like such an excited child who couldn't grasp the gravity of the situation at all.

It took me a moment to recover from such a light-hearted and playful offering coming from him, but was I really in a place to resist?

Eric certainly made it tempting enough, and like the little girl I was, I'd always found piggyback rides jolly good fun. Back when Jason and I were much younger, he used to give me piggybacks all the time. But like most things experienced with a vampire, I was coming to realize, it was a heck of a lot funner. For one thing, it wasn't all that necessary to feel concerned whether I might make Eric trip or whether I was making him feel weighed down by my added body weight, when he possessed such ceaseless strength.

Once I got through the first shock of Eric's unexpected proposal, I staggered forward on my feet before taking a graceless leap onto his back. I flung my arms around his neck for dear life and there was something liberating in knowing I hadn't the slightest possibility of wringing his neck if I held on too suffocatingly tight.

And so, we were off together, bounding through Gran's yard, my head bopping up and down above Eric's shoulder. Eric seemed to carry me on his back with such ease, and though it hardly felt right to acknowledge it- especially in the glum mission we were undertaking- I found it such fun to be piggyback riding with someone again, even if that person was the most unlikeliest person imaginable to ever be getting such an enjoyable thing from.

It came as a major stab of surprise to my system, when I heard Eric give out a rumbling chuckle from somewhere below me, exhilarated. I had to stifle a laugh myself, because it was such a mind-blowing thing to know that Eric was enjoying it just as much as I was.

The difference between this Eric and old Eric was like chalk and cheese, oranges and apples.

There was something noticeably childlike about this Eric that was catching.

As wrong as it was to feel it, I couldn't help that I seemed to favour this Eric more than the real one. I felt real horrible about that, but I just couldn't help it. Feeling that way was just something beyond my control.

The further we got from Gran's yard, the darker it grew. With Gran's porch light no longer illuminating the ground, everything was chillingly dark and shadowy. I thanked my lucky stars I had a vampire with me then; Although this Eric might've been a bit softer around the edges than the real one, he was still vampire, and judging by his gallant intervention just in the nick of time,when Jason was about to slap me in the throes of heated anger, I'd say he still had those natural protective instincts safely in tact somewhere deep inside of him.

I heard the cracklings of leaves and snapping of branches underneath Eric's footsteps, and judged we had just reached the bushy tracks out in the back of my Gran's weatherboard house. I still didn't quite exactly know just where the track led, because Gran was always adamant Jason and I not go exploring too far in case we got lost. I thought it was safe to say, with a vampire like Eric, getting lost from the house was a slight possibility.

While it was too difficult for me to see through the dark with my average eyesight, I was presuming it was no trouble for Eric at all. Must have been another vampire ability I wasn't quite aware of. Lucky vampires, I guess. They seemed to have it all; The vampire speed, the strength, the eyesight. The only downfall to being a vampire- in my eyes, at least- was being susceptible to sunlight, silver, and having to drink human blood. Yuck. I think I'll pass, thanks.

Then, almost sending me yipping, a howl erupted from somewhere to the right of us in the distance. It was definitely some wild dog. I felt Eric's body stiffen underneath me and when I twisted my fingers into the fabric of his shirt tightly, just for something to cling onto, I swear I heard him give out a deep whiff. Clearly, he was sniffing out our surroundings and that gave me the major spooks.

"Eric, what was that-?" I started to whisper fretfully.

"Shhh, lover," he whispered back, sounding so carefree.

I became aware we were standing near a large tree by the dark outline when Eric stopped walking dramatically. I gasped aloud, scared, when he lifted his hands and loosened my arms from around his neck. I collected myself just in time, when I slid off his back, enough to find my footing back onto the ground. A branch snapped from underneath the tip of my shoe.

The howling started again- long and loud- and I had no doubts then, it was definitely a wild dog. For some reason, I was leaning more towards a Were, and that irked me something shocking.

"Eric," I breathed shakily, "I think there's a whole group of Weres around here." Unable to help myself, I reached out and gripped his hand. After all, we had come across a Were right outside my Gran's house. It would hardly come a surprise if there were more, and they always say wolves usually hang around in packs. That's all about safety in numbers.

I froze and tightened my grip on Eric's hand, when I heard something a few meters away. A sound of humming, definitely coming from a woman. A tune that sounded distinctively familiar to me, for some reason or another. I felt even more scared at the sound of it, and frightened, with wanting Eric and I to get the hell out of there stat before either one of us could get harmed.

There were Were's out here, and a woman was singing to herself through the trees. I didn't know whether either of those two things were something bad intending to harm us, but I was willing to bet my whole life on it.

It wasn't safe. Being out here, and just standing around the way we were, was not safe. Not to mention the most brightest thing to do. Standing there and listening intently to the noises the way we were, we were just two people waiting to get caught. I could tell Eric was merely curious, though. Luckily for him, he could sure afford to be curious. Not me, when I was human and all it took was one fatal blow to my system.

Obviously, we weren't going to have any luck in figuring out where Eric had buried Gran. It was most unfortunate; All we had done, was come out here, with good-intentions of finding her body so Jason and I could manage to give her a rightful send-off and yet, rather instead, we so-happened to come across all sorts of Were's and different species out the back of Gran's yard. This lady humming to herself absent-mindedly somewhere; Hell, I didn't even know whether she was human, or whether she was something more malicious entirely.

I was kinda leaning against the supernatural part, though.

The humming started to come closer to where we were loitering. A few more howls broke out as well, sounding ominously closer than I would have liked.

I was well and truly trembling then, and clinging onto Eric's hand so hard, I wouldn't have even been surprised had I managed to snap his fingers off. I heard voices next.

"Where 'bouts does she live again?" a man said. He has a surprisingly thick, gruff voice. The voice was hauntingly close. I swear I heard Eric's fangs click out, and his hand squeezed my own, like he was telling me with that simple squeeze alone, that he was getting himself about braced and ready to attack.

"Babe, maybe this ain't the right way?" A woman was talking this time, and there was something about her voice I immediately didn't like. She sounded bored out of her brains.

"I'm changing, Deb," the man said to the woman, short of a throaty growl, sounding not at all in the mood. Next thing I heard, was a funny slurping noise. The howling started again.

Some smart idea this was. I had brought Eric out here, in the vain hope of him somehow remembering where he had taken my Gran, and now, we most probably had Were's surrounding us and other evil creatures, no doubt, who were just waiting to steal me away and take me to the King so that he could feed off my blood and drain me whole.

It seemed like the hugest mistake I could have ever made, not to mention a foolish one at that, and there was no way I could repair the damage. Sure, I could probably use my flashlight fingers, but I didn't exactly have the best hold on them. They were such a spontaneous thing, and I hadn't even the slightest idea whether they caused decent damage enough. All the times I'd managed to unleash them on Eric, all the effect they seemed to do, was knock him back flying. Some help they would be. At least Eric had his fangs, and he could bite and bite hard, and that ought to count for something.

Though he wasn't exactly his irritating self, at least he still possessed that urgent sense of self-preservation within, and that felt something to be mighty relieved for.

"Boy, I'm so sorry for this, Eric," I whispered, with the most minimal use of my voice I could muster. By hammy way of apology, I lifted our interlinked fingers and smacked my lips against the back of his hand. "I swear, this is probably the most dimmest idea I've ever had in ages. I hope you'll be able to find it within yourself to forgive me, if we do hopefully manage to get through this thing alive and unscathed together."

Something that gave me tingles all the way down to my toes, he yanked my arm up roughly in some startling response, bringing our joined hands along with it, and pressed his lips against my hand as well. Well, that was weird.

I tried to look past the trickling sensation of heat burning my cheeks over it, and focused on listening more intently to the sounds around us. There were a lot more dogs out here than I first predicted, I gathered as much, by the sounds of creatures bristling up against branches, and that unsettled me something deeply. I felt like I almost would have given a limb for being able to have the ability to somehow magically be able to transport us back into the safe confines of Gran's yard then.

Then, sending me fuming like hell flamed over, Eric disappeared. One moment, he was squeezing my hand, and then releasing it and, in the next, he was grabbing the side of my thick mane of long hair, snaring his long fingers into it, and backing me up against the tree with the tip of my chin smacking into his chest. Then, a cool breeze wafted over me and drifted across my face, and when I urgently pulled my hands away, searching for fabric or hand of him, he was well and truly from reach. I had no luck of searching for him through the blinding darkness and I surrendered and gave up the instance I made the start.

Damn you Eric.

I had to bite the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from hissing at him furiously from where ever he was. Thanks for leaving me all alone like this, you big cold freak. So much for changing because of this curse!

I was praying to God then that he'd only just left me minutely to go investigating. But when the hummings of the woman started again, somewhere near the back of the barky tree I was resting against, I think I about lost all sense of focus into my praying.

I heard the snap of a twig coming to my right next and I held my breath and tried to stay as quiet as possible.

I stiffened, and felt a shriek building up in my throat, when something furry and warm brushed up against my shins. I peered down, and it was something white and blinding through the darkness, a furry coat that belonged to a big animal. Something pushed into the center of my palm next, and it felt oddly enough like a dogs wet cold nose. The creature gave out a sniffling noise against my hand, and then a warm tongue darted out and probed at my skin. I felt well and truly on the verge of hysterics, because there was no more doubt floating 'round in my mind then, into what the white furry creature was.

It was a wolf, and it was probably a Were intending to hurt me, and I felt such shaky fear over the certainty.

I was doomed, and, thanks to Eric making a speedy disappearance the way he had, there was most likely no luck in hell of saving myself.

My legs gave in next, and numbly, I sank down to the bed of the trunk in defeat. I could not so much as move, I was rendered completely immobile in crippling shock, when the dog pushed its furry head up into my hand. For some crazy reason, I got the feeling it was telling me to pat it, and like such a silly girl, I did. I brushed my fingers carefully around its upright ears, and staggeringly, I felt such comfort by the wild canines presence. In a way that only soothed me greater and presented me an alarming sense of fascination for the somewhat harmless-appearing dog, it dragged its wet muzzle up to my cheek, and gave me a slurpy lick. It tickled, and I almost let rip a surprised giggle, which was just downright crazy.

I was plunged back down into uneasiness again, when I heard through the darkness a hostile, goose-pimple inducing growl. It definitely did not sound human, but it definitely did not sound like it came from an animal neither.

A vampire.

The tiny hairs everywhere on my body seemed to stand up on edge like little pin-pricks, when the canine quickly backed away onto its hind legs. A hand came down, out of nowhere, and a set of thick fingers massaged the top of my scalp next. I was well and truly thrown into a panic, more so about the unknown persons hand, than the dogs seemingly unthreatening presence. I liked animals more than vampires, that's for sure. Animals just seemed all the more easier to read and understand their motivations, than vamps.

"Oh, boy," I whispered miserably underneath my breath, shaken over the predicament I was indefinitely stuck in, when I heard the dog give out a rattling growl and the hand kept up with its stroking.

Who's hand did that belong to? Russell Edgington? His other half Talbot, even? Oh, hell no. Please not Mr. Compton, please, oh please.

I thought about making the attempt of using my flashlight fingers, only I didn't know if they would even come to light. Or any good, helpful use to me in guarding myself, for that matter.

"Lover, we have to go. There are wolves everywhere and I'm presuming, it's you they're after. Or me. Maybe us both. Have we done something wrong? Did I-?"

My brain was too fogged to even comprehend just whose voice it was.

Without thinking, and my fear truly getting the better of me, I got up and ran for my life, without even so much as a backwards glance. I ran, fast as my legs would possibly go, searching blindly through the darkness. More howls erupted from somewhere behind me, and it pushed me harder. Too bad I couldn't see all that well into where I was going. I staggered down a steep rocky path, and then before I knew it, my sneaker got stuck on a piece of low branch and I was falling headfirst, and tumbling on my stomach. It hurt like a mother, and I groaned, instantly breaking into tears. I'd definitely scratched my palms when I held them out in front of me to somehow break and ease my fall, and my knees stung something shocking.

"Ow," I cried out, then before I knew it, I was giggling at myself like an unrestrained fool.

I didn't know what it was I had reason in the situation to find it hilarious, but I just did at that moment in time. I think it was the adrenaline that was doing funny things to me, though. The uncertainty of knowing just how much danger I'd put not only myself, but Eric in. Plus, there were all these howls and things I could not make any sense out of. I guess, I was just scared. Laughing seemed all I was good for. More than scared. Frightened, petrified. Scared shitless.

And then, sending me into overdrive, someone was grabbing me by the elbows and hoisting me up onto my feet like I weighed next to nothing. I staggered forward and had to grab onto their chest for support.

"Unbelievable, lover." Eric's chiding voice broke through the darkness, and he sounded like a very unhappy vampire. "What did you do that for?"

"Do what?" I whispered breathlessly, dusting my hands off onto my knees. I could feel bits of sharp gravel sticking into my palms, and I swear they felt wet. Most likely I had scratched them enough to make them bleed. Great.

"Run away from me. I'm not going to harm you." Poor thing sounded all hurt, and wounded. Talk about breaking my heart.

"I know you're not going to hurt me, Eric," I said quietly, in a way to relieve him.

"Then why did you run? I frighten you."

"It's not that you frighten me, Eric. Far from it." I tried to smile reassuringly through the dark, but my face felt all twitchy.

"I frighten you."

"Oh, come on," I grumbled, feeling irritation soak through my veins at his insistent words, like I'd just been injected by it. More wild Were howls. All the more reason to not stand around. "Let's go, Eric. What're you waiting for?"

"Just because I am vampire, it doesn't mean I'm going to harm you. You are too dear to me to even make the attempt."

I would have found that super sweet and might have even melted, but really it wasn't quite the right time.

"Oh God, Eric," I huffed out. "Give me your hand." My voice was strong, one that he had no choice but to obey. His large fingers pressed into the palm of my right hand, and I wrapped my hand around his. "Use your sense of vampire eyesight, and take us the heck outta here, before these wolves come for us, all right? It's too dark for me!"

I didn't have to say it twice, thank goodness.

I could tell Eric was outraged, and I could feel as much, while he dragged me along with him obediently. I was starting to hate this pledge-thingy more and more every day.

A while in, Gran's lit yard came into view.

Sure enough, it was full of wolves. Wolves licking at their big fluffy paws, wolves licking each other over the muzzles. Just downright wolf invasion.

Now I was scared. And, turned out Eric was in equal measure, which kinda sucked. He was meant to be big, bad vampire Eric. Not some frightened and wary little man-boy unsure of anything. His blue eyes widened at the sight. He halted, and wrenched me a foot behind him by the hand, somewhat protectively, I think.

"Lover, what is the meaning of this?" He turned to give my face a severe, searching inspection, one that made my heart flop and flutter.

All I could do was shrug. I had no idea myself.

"Are these your friends? My lover associates with dogs?" His nose scrunched in dismay.

Suddenly, my white furry canine companion came scampering past us. It turned back to face us by swirling around in a circle, its eyes lit in a scary white glow. This was just too... freaky. Hell if I know whats going on.

"Lover, these dogs are humans." Eric's voice sounded disturbingly frightened, and it made me feel increasingly worried in turn.

Were's. A yard full of Were's. And, where they part of Russell Edgington's clan? Had he finally come to get me once again?

A meow came next and, before I knew it, Gran's ginger cat was springing out of the bushes. She- he?- tottered her way over to me and I felt such relief then, because automatically, I knew. I just knew.

Mr. Merlotte.

My English teacher. Hopefully coming to save the day when Eric, in his altered, sweet self, couldn't.

He moved over to where Eric was standing, and pawed the tip of his shoe meaningfully. I had to stifle a big grin, when Eric glanced at the cat, his eyebrows raised.

"There is something you aren't telling me, isn't there?" Eric asked, sounding all suspicious.

"Not exactly. I mean, you know about it, when you're... you."

"Tell me now." It wasn't like a command or anything forceful like that. More like a hopeful plea.

"Sure, I could do that," I told him reluctantly. "I just wouldn't know where to start. Truthfully, it's too long a story. But you're protecting me."

"I am protecting you... from what, lover?" His voice was strained. Incredibly anxious.

I looked past him to the crowd of dogs on my Gran's lawn uneasily. I didn't even know what to make of the whole damn thing. I couldn't judge whether they were here to harm me, or not. I was mostly leaning against it, though. But really, I'd loathe to start anything without knowing quite for sure.

"I have a King vampire after me. He wants my blood and, apparently, he's got all these Weres and vampires out to get me." I shrugged, like it was no biggie, trying to seem all accepting and nonchalant. I felt anything but, and understandably so.

"Why would they want you?" It wasn't like he was saying that to hurt me, like I was nothing special. He was just merely curious.

"Because I'm a..." I shivered, unsure of how to even bring myself to say it. "Because I'm a Faerie, Eric."

"My wife is a Faerie?" He laughed out-loud in disbelief, completely un-Eric. "Then where..."- At this, he leaned over and ran his hand down my back, in a way much too close it made me all giddy - "where are your wings?"

I almost laughed nervously myself. "Says the man who can fly, but he don't have wings himself," I muttered back in defense for myself.

"I can fly?" He sounded absolutely astonished by that little fact.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Eric, now's not the time, all right?"

I could just feel something bad was approaching out of all of this. There had to be over ten? fifteen? Weres in Gran's yard. I think that would have rightly daunted anybody.

It occurred to me a moment later, that the white fluffy dog was just sitting there, staring right at me. My stomach clenched, and I felt so ill with nerves. Something just wasn't right about the dog one bit.

And then, it started shaking. Trembling violently. There was a loud suck of noise and before my very own two eyes the dog had transformed into a very familiar naked man I couldn't quite seem to recognize, and yet all at the same time, he seemed oddly familiar to me in appearance.

He was huge. Big-ass. Almost as huge as Eric.

"Sookie," he nodded curtly in greeting, and I was struck by how deep and manly his voice was. "Eric."

It dawned on me belatedly. My mouth about dropped, and my jaw almost hit the floor. He had close-cropped, curly brown hair. Brown eyes and, boy, was he built like a man fit for swimsuit posters. All delightfully masculine, and broad. And his manhood was just springing there, saluting me and-

Oh my Lord! Oh, Jesus! Holy hell!

I dragged my eyes away, like a decent girl. Had my Gran even been aware of just how suddenly my life had been changed, what with all these masculine, naked-as-the-day-they-were-brought-into-life men exploding into my life, I knew what she'd say:

She'd call me a little hussy. Hell, she might have even been jealous.

All these men- Eric, especially- had the bodies fit for a catalogue. And, like the straight as a nail girl I was, I could appreciate that for what its worth.

"Uh, it's me. Alcide? Sorry about being in the nude. Debbie should be here with some clothes in just a minute."

Alcide. Of course! Instantly, my hazy brain was brought to recollection. My apparent day-sitter that Eric had organized for me, only he had failed his job, and miserably. In fact, he hadn't so much as gotten the chance to babysit me at all and, honestly, I gained a whole lotta pride in that.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby!" A girl came brushing past us next, and she ran to naked Alcide's side dutifully, her layered brown hair blowing in the breeze. She had a whole bunch of clothes in her arms. Thank god for that. "I got a lil' distracted, you know how I get!"

"Lover?" Eric brought me back down to life with a gentle tug of my hand. "Do I...?" He gestured towards Alcide and the woman tentatively. It occurred to me then, that he was asking me whether he ought to kill them or not.

"I think we're all right. We're safe. Alcide's meant to be lookin' after me, I think."

"Oh." He chuckled nervously, and I could tell he was a little downtrodden at the prospect of not getting over there and fang-fighting. "I... I wouldn't mind."

"No," I said quickly, tossing my head violently. "Eric, you most certainly can't, all right?" I was thrown into a mere panic at the idea.

"Oh, all right. S-s-sorry." There he goes again, crushing my little heart all over.

"What the hell's going on with him?" Alcide asked loudly, and when I brought my eyes over again, luckily for me, he was halfway through tugging on and zipping up a pair of faded light blue jeans. "Where's all the strife I was gonna get for not coming earlier?"

I just shrugged and smiled at him. Like I'd know.

"Sorry 'bout that, by the way. Not coming earlier, I mean. I only realized just how dire the situation was, when this fanged-fucker lunatic showed up on television tonight!"

"You what?" I asked, in an embarrassingly slow, drugged-out sort of way.

"That Russell Edgington fucker and Compton. You know, on live television."

"Huh?" Well, that was sincerely news to me.

"You don't know?" He asked, his face darkening into something foreboding. It gave me the jeepers. He jerked his head over at Eric nervously. "He don't know? You mean to tell me that you never saw it on the news tonight? They've played it by the hour!"

"Well, no," I answered shakily for both Eric and myself, since Eric was just standing there... gawking at me oddly. "In fact, it's been a while since I've gotten the chance to watch the news. My life's been a bit hectic, if you care to notice." Ever the understatement, geeze.

"Then I suggest the pair of you get inside and watch it quick sticks."

"Well, all right," I whispered, more than merry. I just wanted nothing more than to get away from all these creepy dogs in the yard. I hesitated at the front of the yard, towing Eric around.

"Don't let all these wolves concern you now," Alcide said, in such the reassuring way.

He twined an arm 'round this Debbie woman, holding her to his side real close, and she looked delighted. Was that how love looked like?

"These are my pack. They've not come to harm you. We're here to help you, as part of my payment." At that, he threw a hard look at Eric, who was, surprisingly, still ogling me like I'd grown two heads. In fact, I don't think he'd ever stopped looking at me once. Must have been this crazy curse making him act out the way he was.

"Come on, Eric," I pressed urgently.

Still, he was watching me, dazed, even when we trudged up the steps and went inside Gran's house. I wriggled my hand out of his and ran into the living room. I switched on the button of Gran's small and ancient T.V, and turned up the volume, extra-loud.

It took a moment for the news to come on and, when it did, even then, the reception on Gran's T.V wasn't all that fancy. The picture cracked and buzzed. I felt flabbergasted by what I saw there. Surely enough, it was Russell Edgington, King Vampire himself. And standing right behind him, hands folded out in front of him and wearing casually a pair of jeans and a leather jacket, was Mr. Compton himself. He seemed to me like an obedient soldier, and his pale lips kept twitching, like he was boiling over in amusement, while Mr. Edgington kept hampering on with a loud speech, all high and mighty.

Boy, I hated him so bad.

"... If you don't succeed in finding the girl and bringing her to me before dawn tomorrow, I will gladly kill your beloved Mayor on live, national television. And, what a terrifyingly painful ordeal it will be!" Mr. Edgington's voice was flamboyant as ever. "Not only for his beloved followers, but for the Mayor himself. I will wilfully rip his heart out of his throat and eat it myself! And-"

Mr. Compton was butting in, pushing his way to get to the microphone. "Oh, and another thing," he said in a unnervingly impersonal way, looking right into the screen with those disgusting, beady eyes of his, "We do not wish to cause the girl, Miss. Sookie Stackhouse, any harm, so you lovely citizens do not need to be frightened for her safety."

Not want to cause me any harm, my rear-end!

Well, Mr. Compton sure could lie seamlessly through his fangs and make anyone believe him, that's for sure. Especially with the way he held himself; with such an air as a fine, upstanding citizen. Only, not me. And not Alcide, or all the rest, it would seem. And really, thank God for that.

"I can certainly vouch on this," he went on confidently, his nostrils flaring, like he was so proud, "But Miss. Stackhouse, she is the light of my life. My one and only sweetheart, and my true love. And causing any great harm to her, would be like... sentencing myself to meet the true death. It would be most unpleasant."

What a crock of utter bullshit!

"During the short and blissful amount of time I spent with her, I experienced for the first time in my hundred years, what it is truly like to be a man in deepest, ardent love. We vampires are only possessive creatures by nature and, due to this, we only want to find her, so that she can be with me again, as the most passionate lovers. I long for her embrace, I truly do. And, no doubt, my sweet heart longs for mine. So please, all you fine citizens, do this. Find my darling, as I loathe to see what will become of your cherished Mayor, if you shall not." The screen panned in on his vile face, as he finished with the last part: "And, as for you, my sweetheart Sookie." (Sook-eh, more like it. Gosh, couldn't he even get my name right? Asshole.) "If you come to be watching this, as no doubt you are, I love you with all valves of my deepest, sincerest heart." At that, he threw a meaningful little wink through the screen, and then the picture faded out to black.

How... nasty. I was friggen speechless! And so ,so angry!

Behind me, Eric grabbed onto my shoulders and growled; a low, guttural one of distaste.

"Oh, Eric. You're preaching to the mother of all choirs! Let's get this thing on the road! I'm tired of waiting 'round and letting them ruin my life!"

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