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Chapter 3

Eric turned off the television that hung over the bar in Fangtasia. He didn't want the loud contraption but Pam made him get it.

So the Newlin's are going to kill us are they?

Eric smiled. He was amused at the thought of the Fellowship trying to kill an entire nation of vampires.

"So are we going to stay and fight them?" Chow asked.

"God, I hope not." Pam rolled her eyes. "Why should we waste our time with them? They're just like any other weak cult. They'll probably die out just as quickly as the Shaker Cult."

"What was the Shaker Cult?" Chow inquired.

"Exactly."

"Will you two shut up?" Eric half-yelled.

"So what is it going to be Eric?" Pam hissed. "Are we going to fight them or are we leaving? I could use a vacation." Pam was thinking about herself as per usual.

Eric was silent.

He could stay and get his revenge on the overtly religious sheep for imprisoning his father, brother and maker. But he could also leave and keep himself and his staff safe. He decided that there was only one person who could ultimately influence his decision.

He walked out the door and headed for Bon Temps.

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Bon Temps reminded Eric of a Danish village that he and his fellow Vikings attacked back when he was human. It was small. No buildings were higher than thirty feet. The houses were old and falling apart. The people were simple. He didn't understand why the whole town wasn't condemned.

He ran at vampire speed to the bar where the object of his entertainment was employed.

Eric did not love Sookie. He liked her because he couldn't have her. She was the first girl he had met in a century who didn't swoon at the sight of seeing him. She loved a younger, weaker, less powerful vampire; but Eric could care less if he had her love, he wanted her lust.

He slowly walked into the bar and the crowd was silent. His presence was more terrifying than any other vampire this town had seen. He sauntered to the back of the restaurant and heard the shrill voice of a certain blonde waitress.

"Listen all of you may be in danger. We have to leave tonight."

"And tell me Sookie," he grinned evilly. "where is it that you're going?"

His decision was made.