"Last night was a blur," I yawned to myself. As I was getting out of bed, I did the routine: stretch, wipe the sleep out of my eyes, and was about to look at the clock to see what time it was, when I thought, for what? Since Sam gave me a few days to rest (a mini-vaca), it didn't matter what time it was. Really. The way I see it, for my time off only; There's time with Eric, and time without. Not in the stalker, psycho, clingy way...more, I want to be with him...near him...jump his bones ALL the time...I digress.

I knew all the lovey-dovey was going to end eventually, so I would take advantage of the precious moments that may soon be fleeing...

"I DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT...yet...ever," I was so overtaken with anger and hatred, instead of just thinking it, I accidentally yelled out loud.

A few seconds had passed since I screamed the words, and out of nowhere, I felt a surging swooshing feeling...like a hurricane was brewing up my emotions. Whirling and whipping me in and out of states of anxiety, (more) anger, lust, but most of all, the "eye of the storm" sort of speak, was helplessness. Eric was either alerting me or inadvertently letting me know how he was feeling. Wasn't he sleeping? Is he dreaming? Or, did he hear/feel me? Note to self, ask Eric loads of questions about this bond.

I sat still. I wanted all my fury to ease out of me, not a shred of hate was allowed to touch the love I was "sending" Eric's way. I closed my eyes real tight, concentrated on my love for Eric...things that made me fall in love with him came to my mind. Seconds later, I let out a breath, that turned into a sigh and sent him my love.

Instantly, I got all moist.

That rascal didn't send love back...he was filling me, emotionally speaking, full of his desire, yearning, etc. I chuckled. Been there, done that. But he did add to my wanting him even more, if that was even possible. I finally made my way downstairs, fighting all urges to stay in bed...he will take care of it. I repeated in my head.

Sitting at the kitchen table, with coffee mug in hand, my companion in the morning, I allowed myself to flashback.

Eric was very gentle while feeding. I didn't know it could be that tender, or sexual. I didn't know if Eric treated his conquests like this. No. Definitely not. He has said as much. I wanted him. Not sure if I could blame wanting him, this bad, on the bond, but I will find out. When it came to my part of the ritual, that's when the things got out of control. Actually, right after I bit him and he thrusted me on his rock hard cock, that was the precise moment. I want to wake him and re-enact all of last night...but I have to wait. Hmph.

So I shall think some more...

He became enraged with lust and desire...wanting more. His hands took to my hips, where they seemed to fit perfectly, and assist me up and down...a little further and harder each time. I had to show him that I knew a thing or two, too. I started grinding my ass against his hips, while he was inside me, letting his throbbing member reach a different warmth. Eric's hands left my hips, an arm went around my waist and the other wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him...

RING...RING...RING...

By the third ring, I was out of sex haze and able to answer on the fourth or fifth ring, "Hello?" I knew I sounded annoyed. "Sookie?" "This is she, may I ask who this is?" I said, slightly less annoyed because the voice on the other end was soothing. "Of course, Sookie. It's Dermot." I instantly felt bad. "Hey Dermot. How goes the strip club? Is Claude treating you ok?" I asked, over curiously. Now, I felt even worse. I was so involved with the vamp world, that I hadn't even thought of any other world, person...fae.

"Claude and I are doing fine, thanks for asking. Claude means well, you know that much, don't you, cousin?" He asked in such an upbeat voice. "I know he does, but he's been in this world long enough to know what's appropriate and proper, and what's not." I didn't speak harshly, just firm enough. Dermot's response was simple, "I agree."

"I'm real glad to hear from ya, Dermot, so what's been going on?" "Not much. Cousin, are you ok?" He seemed concerned. "I'm great. But why are you asking? Is something going on in the Fae world? Are the doors open? Are you hypnotized again?" I know I just asked a ridiculous question, but I was at "Terror Alert Red" and it came thru my voice.

At least with vampires, everyone "kind of" knew what to expect: intimidating and scary. Fairies are a whole 'nother story, Saga even. When one thinks of fairies, the sweet and innocent faces and little wings...Tinkerbell. News flash: I'm living proof to the contrary. I was kidnapped, tortured...they enjoyed the torturing, way too much. Like a vampire would...well, Eric for example. But even Bill was poisoned by a fairy, who had altered their teeth to be capped with silver. Yeah, fairies are sweet, my ass.

"Not hypnotized, and no movement here," he said, breaking the train of bloody thoughts that raptured my mind. "Thank the Lord above," I whispered, not caring if he heard or not. "I was going to stop by the other night, to see if you needed a sleeping buddy, to feel better. But it wreaked of vampire and blood, wolves, shifters...so I tried again yesterday, a little earlier, but vampire smell was strong, and you know..." He trailed. "Oh Dermot. Thanks for being concerned, that's awfully sweet of ya. And that vampire was just Eric."

"So he lives?" He asked, sounding a little less enthused. "Why wouldn't he be alive?" I asked the question, already knowing the answer, but how and why did the Fae world know? "Dear Sookie, we know about what happened at the vampire bar. Anything concerning you, HE knows." He said it in a loving and "silly little girl" manner. I know who HE is, Niall, but before I could ask anything or speak a word, he continued. "We didn't get any specifics, cousin- only vampire politics involving you, and once HE knew you were alive, that's all we needed...and all he offered." He sounded a little hurt that HE didn't share more.

"Maybe he just thought you would be safer only knowing the important stuff," I said, trying to pacify him. "Thanks, Sookie. I sure am glad that you're alive because you're really pretty and smell nice, familiar...and hopefully you'll come by the club real soon." "I will," I said it, because I would. "And please tell Claude I said hello and love him. Love you, Dermot. See you soon." I hung the phone up, feeling relieved that my great-grandfather could still "watch" over me, sort of speak.

I sat still. I'm doing that a lot more. I wanted to let my new found sense of security settle in, let it wash over Eric in his sleep. I want him, so badly. He wanted me too. Patience and questioning were tingling my emotions as well. I know Eric is going to rise early today, I can feel it. I need to grab a quick bite, maybe a breakfast sandwich in the afternoon. I don't feel like cooking or cleaning dishes, and seeing that I'm on vacation, I'm going to do as I please. Off to the shower. I hurry and take a quickie now, knowing I'll get a more thorough washing later. Ugh, can't wait any...Focus! Get dressed, grab my purse, keys, leave Eric a note, Hopefully I'm here before you wake up, but just in case; Love you so much it hurts- S and out the door.

As I'm driving to the Super Save-A-Bunch, an Amy Winehouse song comes on, I blast the volume and sing along, "...we only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. You go on back to her, and I go back to black..." Honestly, it's such a shame. The most amazing voice that I've heard in a while, I almost wished that she was turned into a vampire as opposed to dead, that voice preserved forever. But I couldn't wish that on anyone. I enjoyed the sun too much, that being banned to only moonlight, would destroy the fibers of my being...my spark, the Sun Fairy. Eric loved the light in me, as he says...I have to have him! I am acting like a little school girl who happened upon the latest cover boy of the teeny mags, stranded and in need of my help. I have to focus. It took all of my energy, but I got what I needed done. Got the essentials: milk, eggs, bread, bacon, cereal, orange juice, Tru Blood.

While I'm waiting in the check-out lane, I see a magazine cover that says, "Angelina Jolie adopts Vampire baby". That in itself is ridiculous. A vampire with that savagery is not going to "make" a baby vampire...it would drain said baby. YUCK! I can't believe I just imagined that, but those horrible monsters are not my concern. My Eric would never drain a baby...anymore, or feast on anyone else but me. I'm his nourishment. He admitted that I was the best and always praises my taste, and to be honest, it creeped me out in the beginning, but now, I find it such a turn on because I know he has had his fare share of all the blood in the world...for a millenia, and he preferred mine.

I finally reached the check-out, paid for my groceries, bagged them up and headed to my car. As I was getting into the car, I could feel that Eric would be up soon. I looked to see where the sun was...it was overcast. Eric had to have an internal weather indicator, that would explain how I felt his early rise prediction. Letting me know to make sure I be there when he wakes. I planned on it.

Before I knew it, I was on my road, headed in the driveway. Thanks to the security lights, I got a look at the marvelous-ness that sat on my porch. It was Bubba. He was out of the jumpsuit I last saw him. I was glad to see that he looked well.

"Hey, Bubba," I exclaimed with joy. I really was ecstatic to see he him...how could one not be, it was Bubba. "Howdy, Ms. Sookie," he said while sipping his bottle. "What brings ya to Bon Temps? We are so very priveledged by your presence." I bowed my head. He was a sight for sore eyes. "Ah, Ms. Sook- actually, I'm here because someone left this on your porch." He says, as he hands me the over-the-top envelope. "I didn't get to see who left it, but I knew it was a special envelope. It's purple and shiny." He grinned his famous grin.

"I love when you visit, Bubba, but why are you here?" I asked, trying not to adgitate him. "Oh, Mr. Eric told me to watch over you, 'member?" He stated proudly. He was still watching me. "Right. Thanks for reminding me. So, how long you've been in town? Does anyone know?"

"I got in 'round dawn. Woke up, saw the pretty envelope and wanted to make sure you got it. I'll probably see Mr. Eric a little later, report back to him. How's Mr. Bill? I like him," he said amidst slurping his bottle.

"Eric or Bill don't know you're here?" I asked, still trying to treat him as a fragile package.

"Not yet. I wanted to make sure you were ok first," his accent was thicker now.

"Ok, Bubba. Thank you for making sure I recieved this envelope, I appreciate your concern. Why don't you in the woods, look for some cats and I will see you a little bit later. Is that ok?" "Sure thing, Ms. Sookie. Hey, did you get another cat?" He asked, curiously. "No, Bubba. No more cats for me, right now," I replied. "Now, you go and make sure the woods are safe, Eric and Bill would like that very much. And if you're needed, you'll hear us, right?" "Sure would, " he beamed back. "Ok, Bubba, go patrol and please make sure no one sees you...be very discreet." "Okey dokey," he said as he bounced back into the night.

I made my way into the house, straight to the kitchen. I wanted to put the food, blood and other household items away, quickly, so that I would have time to read the contents of the envelope before Eric woke up. If danger is what lurks, I'd rather get the fear out of the way before he rises...he will most certainly feel my fear, awake...so I am hoping that in his dream state, he wouldn't be able to pin point what exactly frightened me. I could play it off like something creeped me out and I felt uneasy...it could work. I'm getting all worked up, and I'm not even sure if there's anything to get all excited about; I am staying optimistic until I read it.

After speedily putting everything away, I took a chair at the kitchen table, sat and prepared myself. "What's the worst that could happen?" I thought to myself. Aren't they always the "famous last words". Bubba was right, it was beautiful and shiny. And purple. There was no information on the first envelope, so I put it to the side. The invitation held way too much information, all the answers right there, but I didn't want them..not now. The moment I saw how and who it was addressed to, dread overcame me...

To Mr. and Mrs. Eric Northman

152 Hummingbird Road

Bon Temps, LA

I really didn't have to read anymore, but I couldn't help myself.

The King of Nevada, Louisiana, and Arkansas

Felipe De Castro

That's all I needed to see. Cheese and rice! I knew my happiness couldn't last for much longer...silly Sookie. Always thinking that maybe things could work out different, but it's never going to, is it? I didn't say anything outloud...I was trying to keep my emotions in check, when all of a sudden, I felt a tingle in my spine. Eric is up. I tried to hurry and put the envelope back together, but racing against a vamp is always a lose-lose situation.

Eric flitted over, picked me up and gave me the most glorious kiss. I wanted him more than ever, but I know I had to alert him about the envelope and its contents. I would rather make love, but I guess discussing on how to deal with King Felipe would have to do, for now.

"Lover, what is making your beautiful face cringe? What is ailing you?" He spoke so tenderly. I need him, now! I couldn't, no matter how much I wanted him, we needed to talk, first. "Eric, something came to the house. Bubba made sure I got it, but I wish he didn't," I was trailing from my thoughts. "Bubba is here?" Where?" "He's outside. He's fine. I'm glad to see that he is still following your orders...did you ever tell him he could stop?" I asked. "Why would I tell him to stop? He can do me the favor and check on you from time to time, when I can't. Is that a problem?" He asked, but it was more of a statement. "No, hun. That's fine." Was all I could muster out.

"Well, let us see what the envelope has in store for us," he looked over at. He must have seen that I already opened it, so he continued, "Unless you already know." He was a little upset that I didn't wait for him. "Well, if it's any consolation, I didn't get a chance to finish reading it because you gave me the tingles," I said, trying to sound less frantic. "Very well, my love. Let us read the rest together." His voice was still sweet. "Can we sit on the couch? I think it would be better for me, to lay down while you tell me what's going on," I said to him softly. He could hear the angst in my voice, and with one swoop, we were on the couch, my head was in the nape of his neck while he continued to read.

"Sookie, don't be so worried. This is just the formal way to announce the King will be visiting tomorrow evening. He is going to Fangtasia and requests our presence. We spoke about this, lover. We do not know what lies ahead of us, but we do have the now. What would you like to do right now?" His eyes were glowing with lust...he knew exactly what I wanted, how I wanted it and to never stop. "Tell me what you want, my lover. What would you like for me to do?" His voice amplified sex. He wanted me to talk nasty...and so I did, "What I want, my gorgeous viking, is for your cock to be in my pussy. I want you to fuck me til I'm stupid...hard and deep. Any way you can dish it, I want it." I was swept up in my emotions...and maybe his as well.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

What is with everyone's timing? I started to get up and head towards the door, when he gently tugged me back towards him and said, "Enter." It was Pam. She was looking all sexy in the silly Fangtasia outfits, which she despised. All that much funnier, I thought to myself. "Hey, Pam. Looking mighty sexy," I said. She wasn't looking too happy, so I nodded and then sat quietly.

"Pam, do not scare my Sookie again." Eric snarled. He must have felt my shock, not so much fear. "Oh, I'm ok, Eric. Don't get Pam anymore wriled up, looks like she's going to rip someone's head off, and I most certainly don't want it to be mine." I knew she would appreciate my being scared of her. She spoke, "Forgive me. I don't mean to frighten anyone, here anyway. But I did hear of a certain "purple" envelope making it's way to this house." How did she know? Golly gee, the way information gets around befuddles me. I haven't even known for an hour and Pam, who had been sleeping, knows about the letter. I didn't even care to ask.

"Pam, go and make sure the bar is prepared for our visitor's arrival tomorrow. Make sure there is enough Tru Blood, and Royalty is to be on hand, but not served unless the King asks for it. Tell Ginger and the lesser vampires to assist in making the bar look even better than we did for Victor's arrival." His voice was chilling. He must have been thinking back to slaughter-fest. I interrupted his thoughts, "Hey guys, shouldn't we be thinking here? I mean, is he coming just to visit...or is it because of Victor...or Oklahoma?" My voice was trailing.

What if I asked the King to let Eric out of his "contract" to Okalahoma? Could it be that easy? Nothing came to me that easy. Eric must have felt my turmoil. He turned his head to face me. I couldn't hide anything from him anymore...my emotions were screaming, as I sat silent. He didn't break the silence, he simply sat beside me, caressing my back and arms, his cool touch sent an electrical current into my body. "That's more like it," he whispered, feeling me ease under his touch.

Pam was flitting back and forth to the kitchen, as fast as she was heating the blood up, it was going down. "Pam, are you ok?" I asked. "Of course I am. I am just preparing for tonight's activities. You know as well as I, Sookie, that anything can happen when you least expect it." She was alluding to the time we were held up on the side of the road by Victor's lackies. "That I do," I dead panned.

"Pam, leave immediately. You are not helping matters here. You will be better suited at Fangtasia, like I said before." Eric wasn't being mean to Pam, but he wasn't pleasant either. "As you wish, master," Pam replied. She did all the proper things before leaving; cleaned up after herself, said her goodbyes and flitted out the door. I hope she wasn't too mad with me, I didn't make her leave.

"Eric, I need to ask you questions but I don't think now is the right time, being that Felipe is coming tomorrow and we should really talk about what to do in any instances." I willed myself to say. "Ask away, my lover," he replied with a soothing voice. It wasn't the question I wanted to ask, but it would do for now. "What do you think the King has in store for us?" I asked in such a way, I think I wanted him to lie to me. "Honestly, my fairy princess- I do not know. I will not lie to you. You have made that stipulation quite clear. I am not going to risk losing you over something as silly as a lie...words. It can range from a bevy of things: how's the bar business going, Victor's whereabouts, any V epidemics in my territory...Oklahoma." He sounded like he was defeated.

That was my biggest fear; Oklahoma. And now, the not knowing what Felipe wants with us is going to nag on my emotional strings and play them til they're bloodied or ripped apart. I couldn't shelter Eric from this feeling, but I didn't want to face him either. Damn you, Appius, Oklahoma, and maybe Felipe. Damn you all to hell. Eric leaned over to kiss me, but I pulled away. Tears were forming like puddles in my eyes, and my eyelids were the only thing holding them back. I strained very hard to make sure that not a single drop fell, but when I felt his love take over me, the dam broke! I couldn't help myself, I tried to calm down, but the more I felt him emotionally, the less control I had on my emotions. Was he adding his sorrow onto mine? Is that why I feel so overwhelming saddened?

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," was all that came from my mouth. I never use bad language, but that was the best word that described the way I was feeling. I felt drained. I put my head in Eric's lap, and as he stroked my hair and traced my jawline with his fingertips, I sighed, "Oklahoma must die."

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I played on the fact that Bubba's a little off (ie. cat blood over human, magic didn't work on him) and that it could be possible for him to be ok in overcast weather. What do ya think? Thanks, bunches :)