As soon as they walked into Molly's they spotted her. She was gyrating and swaying on the dance floor. Another beautiful woman was dancing with her and the two of them were putting on quite a show. They were dancing so close, swaying their hips, almost, but not quite, touching. Not quite grinding up against each other, but the suggestion, the hint, was there.

Every male in the bar was watching them.

Eric and Bill watched as her hands traveled up her body, running over her breasts, to the back of her neck, lifting up her hair. Their fangs came down and, Eric felt himself harden as he watched one hand come back down, the fingers tracing a line to her mouth, running over her lips, then back down her throat, until it reached the curve of her breasts.

Eric spared a glance for Robert and saw that he was equally mesmerized. He could feel a growl of jealousy start in his chest.

Then a man came up behind her and started dancing with her as well. Bill actually snarled aloud. She was grinding into him, putting her sexuality on parade for everyone in the bar. Her female partner closed the gap between them, and neither Bill nor Eric needed Sookie's particular gifts to know what everyone in the bar was thinking. Sookie closed her eyes, and she was dancing with uninhibited abandon. Suddenly her eyes flew open and she looked around. Bill watched as she zeroed in on a table of Weres, before her gaze landed on them.

Eric could read the exclamation on her lips, and after a moment they were both at her side. He wanted nothing more than to tear the head off of the man with Sookie, but he knew he couldn't. He was surprised to see that the human did not flee from their obvious threats, but stayed to make sure Sookie was alright, before sauntering back to his table.

"Lover, what do you think . . ." Bill was surprised by the vehemence with which she cut Eric off and, he did not like being on the receiving end of the glare she fixed on them both.

"Don't you lover' me! What the hell are you two doing here?" She snapped furiously.

"Sookie," said Bill, in his calmest voice, "we only want to make sure you're alright. You don't have a full grasp of the situation here," he whispered.

"I don't have a full grasp? I'm not an idiot Bill! I try to take a few days off from you two, so I can think, so I can figure out what to do about the two of you, and these damned bonds, and you can't let me alone!"

"Is that what you were doing with him Sookie? Thinking?" Eric snarled. "You were rubbing up against him like a bitch in heat!" His eyes were thunder heads.

Sookie's eyes snapped back to Eric's meeting him glare for glare. "Not that it's any of your business, but Jimmy happens to bat for the other team. There was nothing going on but dancing!"

"Regardless, we are taking you out of here right now," said Eric and he gripped her by the elbow.

"You will do no such thing!" She snarled back, and yanked her arm out of his grasp. "You do not own me Eric Northman and, neither do you Bill Compton. Now I have to use the ladies room. Excuse me." And she stomped off.

"Eric," Bill began, "we need to get her out of here before it starts."

"Bill, at this moment I don't know if I'm going to save her, fuck her or kill her."

Bill only nodded in understanding as he thought of a night when all he wanted to do was rid her of the scent of her friend J.B. His first thought when he saw her at that football game was to kill them both, but that had lasted only a moment - until he felt her arousal.

Robert strolled over to them, a smile on his face, but his tone of voice as he whispered to them was anything but happy. "The four vampires I told you about are here, as are the Weres they are planning to ambush. I understand your desire, but we need to deal with them soon, before it gets out of control."

Eric grunted. He looked around the room, then back to Robert. "You said four? I see only three."