Thank you to all who reviewed, alerted or faved, I super appreciate and am also very sorry that I haven't updated in a while...life got in the way, and wasn't really feeling up to writing. I forced this out of me, and apologize if it sucks. I had to get this chapter out of the way so I could get to the good stuff. I'm hoping 2 chapters til I finish...that is if anyone is still reading. Thank you for those that take time out to read it...thanks bunches and bunches.

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When I woke up, I wasn't as sore as I thought I would be and it wasn't pitch black, which was a good thing. Eric left a night light on for me so I could manage getting to the bathroom without stubbing my toes or tripping over anything. After finishing up my human needs, I went through all the security measures so I could head upstairs and get my day going. When I was in the kitchen, which was beautiful (of course), I noticed that my lovely fiance/husband stocked it nice and full for me. That's when I noticed the time and figured I had a few hours to do what I needed to get done.

Last night was a long and laboring one. After the trying events at Fangtasia, we went to his house and had sex. Lots of it. We made love, had sex, then some more sex until we ended the sex-tacular evening by making the most passionate love that I have ever experienced. Our love, lust and desire for each other was bouncing back and forth thru the bond. It was a feeling that I never want to lose. Ever. We took a couple breaks in between, I needed to tend to my human needs and also (and more importantly) because Pam stopped by. He must have called or summoned, not sure which one, knowing that I wanted to see her. I was over the moon and I could tell that Eric was curious/annoyed at my giddiness towards her. I told him to not command Pam to tell him anything we spoke of, in a nice way of course. Pam is amazing. I definitely understand Eric making her his child. She was him in every way and I think that's why I love her so. She can dish it and take it. She is wittier than Eric, but not by a much.

She did surprise me when she came into the house with armful of garment bags, velvet sacks, and box of shoes. Her van was jam packed, and she asked me to help her unload it, but Eric insisted that no wife of his is going to lift any boxes if he could help it. Naturally, he flitted outside and brought everything that was remaining in her van.

I asked her what all this stuff was, and she said that she knew that I was going to be meeting with De Castro tomorrow evening and she didn't want me to embarrass her or Eric. I chuckled. I would have normally felt like ripping her a new one, but I knew she did me the favor by going out and getting me the clothes and accessories that I needed. I really didn't know what was appropriate to wear to this meeting, and besides, she just lessened the load of things that I had to do today.

I hugged her as hard as I could, she of course was startled but hugged me right back and mumbled something about me being her favorite blood bag. I responded by calling her an old spoiled brat and stuck my tongue out at her. She replied, "Don't stick it out if you're not going to use it," and winked. I blanched. I felt like I turned ten different shades of red. I laughed my butt off, but Eric wasn't that amused. Possessive much . I told him I didn't mind and that it didn't phase me anymore. In the past, I probably would have felt embarrassed, exploded and ran out of the room. But not anymore. I've been around these two enough to know that is just the way they are and I wouldn't change them a bit.

I asked Eric if Pam and I could spend a few minutes together, he hesitantly agreed but told me to hurry up because he wanted me to use my tongue on him. I swatted at him playfully and said only if Pam could join in. He looked dumbfounded and Pam's fangs clicked down. I started to laugh so hard that I almost peed my pants. I told him we wouldn't take that long and I'd meet him in his study so he could get whatever he needed to do out of the way.

Now it was time for me to get serious with Pam. I showed her the 'infamous' bullet that I sucked out of Eric's chest in Dallas and asked her if it were possible to make it into a wedding band that wouldn't hurt him because it was silver. She smirked and said that her jeweler could handle it. I did make sure to tell her that I needed it before we went to see De Castro, and she assured me it wouldn't be a problem.

That was one less thing I had to worry about. I know Pam knew how much it meant to me and would make sure that it was available for this evening. I also wanted to talk to her about not being around this evening, but didn't know how to approach the subject. I chickened out but figured I could ask her this evening because she was coming over so she could help me get ready for the big night. I would have to think of something by tonight to ensure her safety. I wasn't really sure how this evening was going to play out, but I didn't want to take any chances.

Now with the clothes, the gift and all the other stuff out of the way, there was only two more things to do; The notes and the calls. The notes were going to be my goodbye to the few that I love, just in case everything went to hell in a hand basket. I never thought of doing this before, because I never thought ahead. I was always thrust into trouble without a second's notice, but this time I knew what I was getting myself into. It was a short list, so it shouldn't take me much time to write them.

The calls were another story. One call was more important than the rest. I wasn't sure about how to go about making the calls, so I started with the ones that I figured would try and assist me or Eric. This was a longer list. I had started the ball rolling a couple days ago and know that a few of Eric's retinue would help, no questions asked. I didn't have to worry about them because they were warriors and I witnessed the damage they could do when they were left to their own vices. Now, on to the other calls...

I sat at Eric's kitchen table, waiting for the coffee to finish. I grabbed a note pad and pen. I had to weigh the options. Who did I trust? What would happen if I called the wrong one? Would Eric be effected at all? Would the Cluviel Dor hurt anyone that I loved? I wasn't really sure but I know that I needed more information on the matter.

With the coffee ready, I poured into a mug and made some toast. I really didn't have much of an appetite. My mind was reeling about thinking what's to come. The not knowing what to expect from De Castro was eating me up more than the unexpected visit from Oklahoma. Vamp-bitch. It's really pathetic for her to use the contract that Ocella made, knowing Eric knew nothing about nor wanted anything to do with her. I guess she couldn't stand the fact that a mere human (well, part human) could win the heart of a vampire like Eric. Whether he had one or not, it belonged to me just as mine was his.

I started to wonder while I was finishing up my toast and sipping on my coffee, would it be as easy to ask De Castro to void the contract? Could it be that easy? I mean for Pete's sake, he did really owe me one for saving his ass that night. One thing's for sure, I will exhaust every option I could possibly think of. I will not give up that easily.

OK. I need to remain calm. I don't want Eric to feel me or anything like that. It was weird enough feeling him when he slept the other times, I figure as long as I am steady, he wouldn't feel anything or think anything's up. Sitting at the table, I remembered that he heard my thoughts...and I heard his. Not all the time, thank the Lord above. Maybe it was when we exchanged blood...or maybe because our bond is so strong...or maybe because the bond was entered into willingly? I really had no idea, but I didn't need him reading anything this evening. That makes me sad because I love feeding, nourishing him and I know he's going to ask me to take his blood this evening, and I want to reciprocate it, but I'm not so sure I should. If reading his mind came from me taking his blood, I would do it. This way I know that I would be able to hear him and if things are going down the tubes, I would be able to hear what he's thinking and would want me to do. Should I just tell him what I'm expecting to do? Do I want him to talk me out of it? No. I don't really want him involved. I couldn't bare the thought of losing him- in any capacity.

Sidetracked. I have to get back to the calls. Now, who to call first? Which would be the easiest? Maybe I should just use the Cluviel Dor now. No, I couldn't do that. I would have to know what Eric wanted. I couldn't change his future or anything like that without him knowing. That would be all sorts of wrong. Although when he does something to 'protect' me without my knowing, it's ok, well not really hence me calling high-handed. But I wouldn't be protecting him, I would protecting myself...well, my heart really.

My mind was racing, but I had to make sure I kept my feelings in check. So, I dove into the calls. One was more important than the rest and that one would be last one.

A couple hours later, I went to shower. I washed and conditioned my hair, shaved, plucked, scrubbed and lotioned every part of my body. Then I went back to the bed and cuddled next to Eric. I wrapped his arms around me, rested my head in his nook. I inhaled and reveled in his scent. I was never more turned on by a smell, but Eric's scent was a mixture of the sea and musk. I was twirling my fingers round and round his golden chest hairs, occasionally working them down his lower abdomen. It was so relaxing that I didn't notice I fell asleep until I heard the rumblings in Eric's chest that startled me awake. When I looked up at him, he had a smile on his face that was only meant for me to see, and I couldn't help myself and grinned right back at him.

"How long til Pam comes," I asked.

"Not long enough, my lover," he responded while turning me onto my back.

"Well, viking let's get some because you're all I've been thinking 'bout. All day," I winked at him. He had a devilish grin on his face and could sense how much I wanted him.

"As you wish, my fairy princess."

He started peppering me with kisses all over my face, breasts, stomach and so on...

Right now I was going to enjoy the love of my life and later on worry about what the night has to bring.