A/N- So I guess I didn't make the last chapter very clear, but I hope this one is much better. Hint, beta, hint (:

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I'm still changing stuff around with this story, so it might be a lot different to how it started out. Anyways, I'm determined to finish this one.
I'm really sick, so I'm sorry I didn't send this up sooner. I've been Dead to the World (oh, I'm so not funny) (:

Disclaimer: No, SVM is not mine. If it was, I would've killed Bill (haha) in the first chapter.

PPOV

Sookie has the unnerving habit of throwing up on Eric. I added my mental tally to four.

My master is so adorable! I haven't seen those furrowed brows since Eric and I crept off the Mayflower as our passage into America. It's sweet in an unnatural way (or rather, alive way) that Eric cares for Sookie and that feeling doesn't stem from the Three Vampire Emotions (colloquially known as Fangsations); Bloodlust, horny and angry. Anyway, back to the situation at hand. Sookie is being unreasonable, Eric is putting his neck out on the line for her (the Blonde Fairy means business) and all he expects is that she marries him.

Which, even I must say, seems like a fair trade.
I was with him, that day, after the fairies had kidnapped Sookie. If I had a beating heart, it would have broken at Eric's red-rimmed eyes. He was crying. I don't know if it was because he loves her and couldn't bear to be without her, or because he could feel all that she felt- every pain and emotion passed through the bond. Eric was as tortured as Sookie was (however, his was all mental… He didn't have the luxury of seeing the Fairies killed).

I also happen to know that Eric's red eyes started the first moment Sookie decided Death was a welcome thing. I had never seen before this, a vampire in my 600 years that had felt anything that was unrelated to the Fangsations so strongly.

There is something about Sookie (that should be a movie! I could star as myself...) Eric could not have saved her had she not been something different; not even with their extraordinarily strong bond. Sookie is something not entirely human. Maybe it is the Fairy blood inside her? Although, that seems like a weak excuse; fae blood doesn't alter the bearer so wholly. All I know is she's a mystery. She could be a character in a supernatural Agatha Christie novel. I loved those… And the author was awfully intriguing too.
At the moment, she is passed out on the couch— Alcohol and bad news toppled her over. Eric had thought to bring her to our "Secret Business Room" in case she launched into hysterics. It is soundproofed for a reason.

Oh, my fangs. Down (or rather, up) girls.

I wonder what our little Southern Belle would say if I told her what exactly Eric did? How he himself almost died for her? Eric would probably stake me first… But I still can't help but wonder… Would she be his then? Or would she continue her rather cliché 'I'm living dangerous because I don't want to relive traumatic experiences'.

The girl needs to pop some quality prescription medicine and be done with it.

Drugs might be just what the (figurative) doctor ordered. Sookie's going to need them pretty soon. Especially since we found the message… In her brother's blood. I could smell Werepanther mixed in the (like a body odour trying to be masked by deodorant—some of Fangtasia's redneck clientele stink like the shit they roll up in) ground. He fought and I'm assuming was hit by something very hard, like a crowbar or a baseball bat. The Panther couldn't change as it was not full moon; and he isn't pure. So, the Panther is gone. Dead? Most likely. It's only a matter of time until the body shows up somewhere. I hope Sookie isn't there when we find him. I like her— she is my only friend who isn't out lobbying for Eric's favour/money/power. Poor Eric (there are two words I'd never thought I'd think in reference to my Maker). I would hate to be in his position right now. He's trapped, like Sookie often says, between a rock and a hard place. And both of those places have tiny little wooden stakes headed straight for his heart.

Eric looks forlorn. He should be on the cover of a romance novel in those pants, like the homosexual fairy. He is tasty. Oops. Bad fangs!

I bought him the leather pants as a birthday present during Woodstock. Eric hates presents (he doesn't get to control what he gets). Eric also hates hippies (they offend his inner Viking—although gay men and transvestites do not?), so I saw it as a win-win situation. Hippies, we both agreed tasted… earthy. Like organic farm-fresh humans. But on the all-too-often occasion when we caught a drug addict, they had an unenjoyable bitter aftertaste. Like a tangy metallic flavour at the end of a sweet.

Sookie moaned and moved slightly in her stupor… I wonder what our sweet, innocent Southern Belle is dreaming about…
Eric look, Sleeping Beauty is waking up! I channelled. Eric had his face buried in his hands. He looked up sharply, ruining his perfect hair when he heard my (mental) voice. It's a shame I did not care for my Maker in the erotic sense— he is the Adonis of vampires with his chiselled body and large endowment he could literally be in a Harlequin.

Actually, wasn't Eric the inspiration for the soldier in the story with the Queen who cheats on her King with the soldier who belongs to a rival country? Or was that Tristan et Isolde?
Shut up Pam! Eric's stern voice warned me. Ooops. I didn't mean to channel that.
Sookie slowly, dragged her eyes open like they were weighed down by anchors. If I said she looked tired, it would be like saying "Oh! The sky is dark at night!"
She had paled beneath her tan. Her scars popped out of her skin on her arm like white in a sea of black. I could just imagine her legs-- not in the way I used to, however. Small white marks that run much deeper than the human eye can see; the literal roots to her fear. Eric scooped Sookie up like a ragdoll and clutched her to his chest. As a vampire (and as a sexually experienced woman) I have no compunction in saying that if someone that looked like Eric held me like that when I was a dainty little virgin girl with a beating heart, I would've fucked them where they stood.

"Sookie, open your eyes. It's just me and Pam. Everything's alright. You're going to be fine. I've got you, shhhhh…" Eric cooed.

Eric. Cooed.

So, needless to say, I left. I crept out of our dungeon—I mean 'Secret Business Room' when I saw her expression. She looked desperate. And if I know anything about my maker, I know that Eric loves that look. It's an "I need a big strong man to save me" look—plus Eric has got strong and manly in spades. But, Sookie's never exhibited the "Damsel in Distress" face before; she was an Independent Woman, if any. I'm glad Eric did not share the experience with me.

Maybe I'm wrong about the desperate thing.
Maybe they just love each other?

Probably. Eric did always love blondes.

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