A/N: Yay my second update of the night!

Eric's POV:

I was immediately angry at listening to all the liquor induced lies my bonded was spouting. It was so obvious she was drunk simply by the slur in her voice. My Sookie would never behave so rudely. Well. Perhaps if she were provoked she might, but I couldn't understand what I had done to deserve this type of treatment. My first impulse was to make a quick flight to Bon Temps and punish her like the willful brat she was acting like.

One thing was definitely obvious: Sookie and I needed to have a discussion about what happened that night. We had talked very briefly about what happened. She stared at the floor and described one method that those damn fairies had used to torture her. She seemed relieved to get it out in the open, but she broke down sobbing and I never pressed her for any more information. She had been such a strong, carefree spirit before her ordeal and now she was almost cynical, doubtful of herself and apparently me.

I had spent almost a year with her now, and while we had a relationship, Sookie didn't really talk to me anymore. When I brought up how cynical she had become, she simply refuted it and tried to distract me in other ways. I understood in the first few months that she wouldn't want to talk about it, and I respected her wishes and let her use my body to forget her pain. When I say that she used my body, I mean it. Gone now were the days of simple, sweet love making, with both of us pleasuring each other and in their place stood months of S&M with Sookie always taking the role of the dominatrix. I allowed it up to a point until one night she asked me if we could invite Bill to the party.

I told her there was no way I was going to share her and she got mad saying it was her body and she would do what she wanted with it. Again, I simply shut my mouth and let her get back to fucking me. I sent Compton on an assignment in Las Vegas to keep an eye on de Castro's activities and also keep him the hell out of my Sookie's bed.

I love Sookie, but I don't think she sees that anymore. She's caught up in her own self-loathing. I think it's about time there was an intervention. I hated to admit it, but Sookie was slowly morphing into the quintessential fangbanger and that's what disturbed me the most. She was now a hollow, vacant shell of the sweet Southern Belle I had fallen in love with. Yes, we most definitely needed to have a chat. I pondered for awhile about how long I should give her to sober up. Not too long, otherwise she would think I had forgotten or given up on her. Not too short, otherwise she wouldn't be as pliable. I think one week would do give her enough time to think about her actions and it would also give me enough time to figure out how to start... and end this important conversation.

A/N: Hey everybody. Sorry this ended up being such a short chapter, but I thought it would be important to address and explain Sookie's changes in personality before we started the argument. I'm also sorry this depressing chapter had to come to you the day before Valentine's Day. If you want something to cheer you up, I would recommend Tense and Release by Yogagal. Nothing that makes me smile more than thinking of Eric doing the downward dog. It's genius! If you haven't read it, you're totally missing out.

Happy Valentine's Day Everybody 3

Love, PIP