You all know how much of a hard time I'm having getting my head to cooperate. The characters are even more tedious. I do what I can. When you get two shorties, just pretend they're one large chapter :). I apologize for the uber short chappie, but it is what it is. I'm on holiday with work until Monday, so I promise more to come. Will it get to where I want it? Who knows? But it's moving and for that I am happy.

Suddenly, I felt the menacing hands grab my face before I was yanked into the air.

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"Sookie. Sookie! It's me, you're safe." I opened my eyes. My hands still held a death grip on his wrists while he was gently holding myface in his hands. The look of concern etched in his features was sobering. Gently, he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs.

"Sorry, I must have been dreaming." How fucking embarassing. What's next? I'll pee the bed?

"What kind of dream would send you into such a frenzy so quickly?" He still stroked me.

I roll my eyes. "A bad one?"

"Miss Stackhouse, when you suggested we start over, I didn't anticipate that you would mean right where we had left off."

"You're right. Sorry. I'm just tired." I grabbed my purse and turned to open my door, but Eric was already there. "Jesus, Eric!" Holy crap. Remind me not to play hide and seek with this guy.

He apologized as he opened my door. I couldn't tell if he was trying to stifle his laugh or if he was truly apologetic. Who cares. I need a bed. Now. I staggered my way toward the hotel as Eric handed the keys to the valet.

"Man, she looks rode hard and put up wet. That's what you get for hanging out with vampires, Dumbass"

I rounded on the asshole. I lacked the self control not to turn around and shout, "Fuck you!" The valet looked puzzled as all hell and I didn't care. "If I were you, I'd shut the fuck up and keep your thoughts to yourself! I'm neither rode hard, nor put up wet and you can kiss my ass!" I was in a flurry, practically levitating toward the valet. Eric caught me about my waist, confused and not expecting me to clamber right out of his arms. I could sense him behind me, but I was on a mission. I reached the valet just short of him sitting down into the Corvette and introduced him to what white on rice looked like. Clawing like a hellcat in heat, I went for the asshole's face. I sucker punched his ribs. I kicked his shins and found immaculate purchase in his groin. I was a force to be reckoned with. I didn't care about assault and battery charges. I was going to teach this pimple nosed mother fucker to shut his fucking trap.

As Eric pulled me off of the poor guy, I remembered I heard his comments. I needed to cover my shit. "Goddamn, mother fucker thinks he can talk shit.." My waist was held even harder and my legs kicked in a futile effort toward the air.

"What shit? Sookie? What are you talking about? He said nothing!" Fuck! Eric. If he thought I was a loon, I've just confirmed it for him. Shit! I immediately let myself slump in his grip. Let him drag me beyond. I can't explain myself. Please take me away!

As the electronic doors shut behind us, Eric loosens his grip. I can barely stand, but stand I do. I glance up at Eric's face and look down immediately. He's trying to figure this out and I don't need his bullshit. I'm already problem enough. If he realizes that I can read minds, I am done for. Hot commodity, Baby. Shut up, Jiminy.

"Will temporary insanity work?" I ask as I glance up into his eyes. Nope. Not going to cut it. Even the blood sucker thinks I'm nuts. Yay!

"Sookie, I could handle your reaction to sleeping.. err dreaming in my car. But I've no idea what to make of your trying to claw the eyes out of our valet. Perhaps I shouldn't have left my vehicle in his hands. What say you?"

"Well, I think he's going to be hard pressed to harm your `Vette. Don't you think?" I tried to chuckle, but Eric looked less than amused. "For fuck's sake, Eric, if you think he'll hurt your car, just go get it now."

"I'm more concerned about you. You seem....."

"Unstable?" I offer.

"That too." With that he secured his arms around my waist and ushered me toward the elevator. Once the doors opened, he dragged my crazy ass inside, quietly. Well, I'm pretty sure the quietly was due to my willingness to comply. Something told me Mr. Dark and Thirsty would have made sure I got onto the lift, kicking and screaming or not. Apparently Dr. Phil here had nothing further to offer. Whatever. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Stackhouse is off her Zoloft.