A\N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews...I know you are eager for them to play monopoly together, but there are a few things that they have to worked through...

Chapter 3 – Definitely Helpless

How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire!

Belva Plain

Sookie woke late in the afternoon. Even though she had slept almost the entire day way, she didn't feel rested at all. She snuggled closer to her vampire lover until she remembered last night's events. She turned in his arms to find him naked in all his glory pressed against her. Why did he stay in bed with her? How did he know he would be safe there? And why was he hard? Maybe he didn't know when to get in the hidey-hole, maybe she should've explained it to him. She hit her forehead for not thinking of it. Thank god the contractors had finished installing the shutters.

She fought to disentangle herself from his strong embrace while enjoying such a glorious view. She couldn't understand how someone as fierce as him, looked so angelic while asleep. She made her way to the bathroom and took care of her needs. She scratched her neck and felt something odd. She was furious when she saw the marks on her neck.

"You conniving vampire, you are going to pay for this," she threatened her sleeping vampire. He was even smiling, like he knew what he had done. She was beyond enraged, but she couldn't really blame him. He must have been very hungry; god knows what had been done to him last night. She started crying. Her beautiful lover was gone and in his place was this empty vampire. She felt helpless and was enraged that someone had done this to Eric.

She sat on the bed wondering why she was so upset with him. Sure she had been afraid last night, but she felt a strange anger towards him and she couldn't tell why. How were they going to fix him? He didn't seem to have memories of them, but he acted as his vampire self which and that good because he could protect himself if need be. Part of his personality was still there, the arrogant part at least. Her phone started ringing.

She walked slowly towards the kitchen and picked up the handset.

"Hello," she said.

"Hey, Sookie, it's Sam. Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Sam. I wasn't feeling good last night. My stomach started hurting and I just thought it was better for me to come home. I'm not mixing my drinks again," she said nervously. She wasn't about to tell Sam what really happened, since she still had no clue.

"Okay Sook, you take care," he said and hung up. She fixed something for her to eat. She got her toolbox out and fixed the lock on her door. She was glad she had bought two new locks some time ago and changed them both. She lit her fireplace and sat on the floor.

She touched the necklace that Eric had given her on Christmas. The sun would set soon and Pam would come over to explain things to them. What she didn't like was how he expected her to do everything he said.

She got up and began washing his clothes. She found his cell phone and put it on her night stand. When the sun finally set, he walked towards her wearing only the jeans she had given him last night. His magnificent chest was bare for her enjoyment. Did he know how he made her feel?

Eric sat next to the woman on the sofa, staring at the fire, his fangs clicking into place as her sweet aroma enveloped him. "Look what you did, you can't do this again," she said upset at him. He saw two distinctive puncture marks on her neck. They looked nasty, but for some reason he liked her wearing them. Like his signature on her, he started feeling possessive of her and didn't understand why.

"I was hungry and you asked me to bite you," he said, nonchalant.

"I was dreaming," she explained, annoyed. "Some people talk while they dream and it hurts. Fix it," she ordered him. He shook his head.

"I don't know how and I'm hungry," he warned her and he licked his lips. She walked over to the kitchen, and he knew what she was going to do. "I don't want that vile stuff, your blood tastes better. It tastes sweet and I feel other things when I drink from you, I like it," he said, waiting for her to offer it to him. Why didn't he just take what he wanted? Why was he waiting?

Now it was Sookie who looked murderous. "You were taking advantage of me while I was asleep?" She asked furious. He was expressionless and had no clue what to tell her, she had asked him. "You cannot drink from me again without my consent," she warned him.

He smiled at her, amused by her threat. "I'm vampire," he stated, like that would explain everything "and you are human. I drink from you," he said.

She was livid, "Yes, I'm human and when you die for the day, I can stake you," she promised. He didn't believe her. "I'm not as helpless as you think I am, vampire," she stood in front of him, defiantly.

He didn't feel she was lying, maybe he shouldn't stay here. She could kill him, maybe he should end her and stay here safely, but he knew nothing of this world and she did.

"And why in the hell did you stay in my bed?" She asked, still furious.

"I heard the window coverings click into place before dawn. You lied to me, I sleep in the bed with you and not in that hole," he replied angrily, he didn't like it when she lied to him.

She shouldn't be mad at him, he was lost and all he had was her. She wanted to ask him to seal her wounds, but if he licked her, he was probably going to lose control.

"You can't bite me again, at least not tonight. We will talk about your feeding later, for now just drink this," she offered him the bottle and he took it unwillingly. She looked afraid again and he didn't like it, did he hurt her? He thought she had been enjoying his bite last night, but maybe she was just dreaming as she said. He didn't like this feeling of helplessness. They both sat across from the fire.

"You gave me this," she said and showed him the necklace. He smiled at her.

"We don't play monopoly, do we?" He asked. She shook her head.

"I don't want to talk about that now," she said and he felt her sadness again.

"Why are you sad?" He asked curious. He wanted to understand her and what she felt.

"I feel bad that someone did this to you. I have been mean to you and you have always been there for me. I don't know what to do to help you, but I can't stop myself from being upset at everything you say to me. It's like if I wasn't myself at times, I don't like seeing you like this," she said and her eyes watered again.

"Tell me the circumstances of how I gave you my blood," he ordered. She sighed, she was about to tell him to stop ordering her around, but he obviously didn't know how not to do it, so for now she complied.

"The first time you asked me to suck a bullet from your shoulder or it would heal inside of you, so I did. It was all a lie, of course, the wound would've had healed and pushed the bullet out on its own," she said. He chuckled and she hit him on his shoulder playfully. She went to her room and showed him the bullet, she told him she kept it as a memento, and she put it back.

"Why would I want to give you my blood?" He asked, curious. She shrugged.

"You wanted me since the first night we met and you have been asking me to yield to you every time you had the chance. When we met I had a boyfriend, but you kept insisting anyway," she said.

"I'm better than any human," he stated, she rolled her eyes.

"Why do you assume my boyfriend was a human, he is a vampire and he works for you," Sookie said, irritated.

"Just how many vampires do you know?" He asked curiously.

"Enough," she answered, "Bill, my ex-boyfriend was the first one I met, it has been easier now that you have revealed yourselves to the world," she explained which only served to raise more questions. She explained the Great Revelation and the use of True Blood and what mainstreaming was.

"How old am I?" He asked.

"I don't know your exact age, but you were a Viking when you were human. I know you are around a thousand years old," she explained.

"You don't know much about me." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Well, vampires are very secretive and we haven't have only known each other for a few months, so no," she said.

"Where do I work?" He asked. Thank god Pam chose that moment to grace Sookie with her presence and she wasn't alone. She brought Chow with her.

"Please come in," Sookie said. Pam gave Eric a small nod to greet him and Chow bowed reverently.

"Master," they both greeted. Eric returned their greeting with a small nod.

Sookie went to the kitchen to heat more blood for her guests. She handed them the blood and was about to leave, but Pam asked her to stay. Pam stared at Sookie's neck and raised her eyebrows.

"Don't even go there because I'm already upset about it," Sookie said.

"Sookie, you must be careful. He probably doesn't remember how to feed, he could drain you," Pam cautioned.

"Jeez, really, thanks Pam. I already figured that out so could we just get to the problem at hand here," Sookie said, angry. Eric looked proud of himself for biting her and when Sookie turned around, Pam winked at him, so he felt even better. He wasn't sure why Pam had winked at him, but he took that as a sign of encouragement. He was starting to like Pam.

"We are going to need your gift to fix this problem, Sookie," Pam said. Eric's brows furrowed.

"What gift?" Eric asked.

"I see our little human here hasn't told you what she is," Pam said.

"It wasn't important," Sookie said.

"She is a mind reader, she also works for you. She made a deal with you. She would work for you as long as the humans involved in whatever crimes she uncovered were handed over to the authorities," Pam explained.

"You have been reading my mind all along?" He asked, perturbed. Not that there was much in his mind, just questions, but still he wasn't happy about it.

"No," she said, shaking as his expression turned murderous again. "I can't read vampires," she said and gulped, hiding behind Pam again.

"Chow, give us a moment," Pam said. Chow gave Eric a small nod and stepped outside. She hated to be the one to tell Sookie. Eric had his plans, but that didn't matter anymore. They both needed to know what they were to each other, preferably before they killed each other.

"I thought I was very clear last night with you two. This is getting ridiculous. Eric, I know you are distraught and you don't trust anyone right now, but if she had wanted to hurt you, you'd be finally dead. She can't hurt you anymore than you can hurt her. She is your bonded and pledged which in our world means she is your wife," Pam stated. Both of them stared at her. Wife? I'm married, is that why I only remember her?

"Excuse me," Sookie said, flabbergasted. She turned to look at Eric who was staring back at her, shaking his head as if to say 'I didn't do it'. Both Sookie and Eric turned to look at Pam, obviously wanting more details on the subject.

"Explain," Eric commanded "Why would I marry a human?" Sookie flinched. He referred to her as if she was something stuck on his shoe, not that he was wearing any.

"You are wrong, we are not married. I would remember walking down the aisle and a priest asking me if I take this man as my husband and I do not and no one has cursed me," Sookie argued upset. Or maybe I'm cursed too.

"Well my telepathic friend, Eric happens to be a priest and he didn't need to ask you, all he had to do was perform a blood exchange by cutting both of you with a ceremonial knife, which he did on Christmas Eve, he told me. You have the scar to prove it, it is just not visible to your eyes," Pam said, and pointed to her neck. Sookie remembered and her eyes watered. Eric could see the tiny mark, but if Pam hadn't pointed it out, he wouldn't have noticed it was there. Did he have a mark too? Pam pointed to his wrist, but Sookie was too stunned to notice their little exchange.

Sookie and Eric shook their heads in denial.

"No," she argued, tears starting to fall. "No," she said again. "How could you do this to me. It's my life, my choice. You should've asked me…I will never forgive you or trust you for that matter, you…" she tried to find the right word or insult to yell at him "you high-handed vampire," she spat at him.

Eric started cursing in another language, which shocked him. Sookie ran to her room and closed the door. She fell on the floor crying. She had trusted him and he betrayed her too. Why did he do that? Couldn't she trust anyone?

"Sookie, let me in." It was Pam.

"Take him with you; I don't want to see him. Take him, Pam," Sookie pleaded. Sookie didn't understand why she was overreacting. Sure she was upset, but this was just too much. Maybe it was because of everything that happened since yesterday and what she had been through recently. She was worn out and couldn't see clearly what needed to be done, but she couldn't abandon Eric, not now. He needed her.

"There is something else I have to tell you and it's about you both," Pam said. Sookie stood up and opened the door. She had to have a clear mind to deal with this, but it was obvious it wasn't going to be tonight.

Eric heard them both talking, but he spaced out. He was married, to a human. Sure she was pretty, but married. He didn't even remember being with her or how to be with her without killing her in the process. He was too strong and she looked so…delicate. He had hurt her, just by drinking from her. Why did he marry her? And how many languages did he speak, not that it was important, but he started speaking another language.

He also wondered why Pam smiled at him. Was she enjoying this? Was this somehow amusing to her?

"He asked you, Sookie," Pam began to say. How did I ask her?

"No, he didn't. He lied to me; he tricked me, and look at him, he is disgusted he did this. I can't stand this, not after what I just went through with Bill," Sookie said between sobs. I'm not disgusted; I'm just as shocked as she is. Why didn't I tell her we were married?

"Give me the letter. I know you kept it," Pam ordered. Sookie walked to her night stand and pulled the long letter he had given her on Christmas Eve. Pam dragged Sookie to the living room and gave the letter to Eric. Her tears didn't stop falling. Eric held the paper in his hands and listened to Pam.

"Listen to me both of you. I wouldn't give a shit if Eric's future wasn't on the line, but it is. You can pretend you mean nothing to each other after this conversation is over and I won't care, but you will. Sookie, we need you to fix Eric. The witches were back at the bar during the day looking for him and they are not going to stop. They want his head, do you understand?" Pam asked enraged. Sookie nodded.

"Now, in this letter, he tells you once he claims you that there is no going back. You have to understand that things in the vampire world work differently than in the human world. He did this because he loves you, even if he doesn't remember right now, and you keep your mouth shut Master before you ruin the only relationship you ever had." Pam had it with both of them. There were things more important right now. Eric gave her a small nod, she seemed to know many things and he was beginning to trust her.

"The bar was attacked today. Belinda is in the hospital and Ginger is dead. They will do anything to find him, Sookie. Anything," Pam warned.

"I'll help you. I'm sorry, Pam. This is just…this is so overwhelming. I'm sorry, Eric," Sookie said and sat on her sofa sighing in frustration. "I just feel like I can't catch my breath recently, one bad thing after another. I'm tired and worn out," Sookie explained. Pam understood and she had every right to be upset, "but don't for one minute think that I won't give you a piece of my mind about this bonding and pledging, thing mister," she warned Eric, who only raised his eyebrows. He didn't feel threatened, just bemused.

"Can this bond be broken?" Sookie asked, not because she wanted to break it, but because of the pain she had felt the night before at Merlotte's.

"This bond cannot be broken because he used a ritual knife, he can close the bond between you, but he also can open it," Pam explained.

"Yesterday, after midnight I felt an odd pain in my chest. Do you think it has to do with that?" Sookie asked. Pam thought about it, but she had no clue. She hadn't felt any pain whatsoever.

"I do not know, Sookie," Pam said, but she was worried about this pain.

Eric had been reading the letter and he did not understand why he would write these words to this human. One thing he seemed to get from the letter, when it came to this woman he was helpless with or without his memories.

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