A/N- *eyes pop out of sockets and grabs inhaler* LOOK AT ALL THOSE REVIEWS! HOLY JESUS. I didn't think you guys would like it that much. I was expecting maybe…ten reviews or so…? Oops, just kidding, try like sixty! You peeps are totally awesome! Thanks so much for the great feedback. It totally inspired me to continue. So here it is, chapter two!

ERIC'S POV

The minute I discovered that Felipe de Castro had arrived in Louisiana I knew he would attempt a takeover-and probably succeed. I knew that my Queen would be murdered, along with the rest of her entourage. I knew that the other sheriffs would be killed and their businesses taken over. But what I didn't know was whether they would spare my life or not.

I'm over a thousand years old and a very prominent businessman in my area. I make a large profit and rule my land fairly... But those are hardly reasons to allow me to live

I warned my child that if I was to meet the true death, she was to leave the state as quickly as possible and make a new child. My blood would be passed along and my lineage would carry on. Bloody tears had welled up in her eyes and a few had spilled down her porcelain cheeks.

"I love you." She had whispered in Swedish.

I held her to my chest and let her tears stain my shirt.

We had been through so much, my child and me. And now our lives would be completely altered because of the King of fucking Nevada. I was too enraged to be sad. I have served my Queen for over a hundred years and she had been a very good ruler. Now Felipe was going to take my life away.

The bastard King must have had an ingenious plan, or our state was too weak from the destruction of Katrina. Perhaps both. He managed to take over the entire state in one night with ease. He's obviously a cunning king who had been planning the takeover for quite some time…Katrina just made it easier to set his plan into action. My Queen was killed as well as the other Sheriffs. When Felipe appeared at Fangtasia I knew my time had come. I whispered comforting words to my child and awaited his attack.

Instead of an attack, however, he sauntered into my club with nothing but a proposal for me.

He would essentially let me live because of my known success as being a good Sheriff and a pivotal businessman. He also knows I have many loyal subjects who would be willing to risk their life to save mine. However, in return for my life and the others in my area, he would be receiving twenty percent of the revenue I make at Fangtasia and the ability to call on any being in my area if he is in need of their services. I, having no choice to negotiate, agreed. An unheard sigh of relief filled the room. Felipe was positively smug. He was glowing with pride and greed. I have never hated somebody more than him. My pride had suffered a blow and there was no way to avenge it

However, my new king surprised me yet again. He said he had a gift for me. A present for submitting so easily and for the many years of collaboration we would have in the future. I knew his gift would be some sort of above average fangbanger. The gift was a human, but she wasn't just any fangbanger.

I knew the minute she stumbled into my club that this human was… different. Besides the fact that she smelled incredible there was something unique about her…I couldn't quite place my finger on it.

She was wearing a provocative red dress with matching shoes. She had long blond hair that fell in ripples down her back-much like mine, and she had eyes that were about the same shade as my child's. The girl was a striking creature… and definitely not completely human.

Instead of behaving in typical fangbanger fashion she was headstrong and unruly. I was again, surprised. Who would have thought Felipe would keep an untamed human companion? Why had he not glamoured her into submission?

Felipe had called her to his side and she hesitantly walked over to him.

"This," he said, taking her dainty hand into his, "is Miss. Sookie Stackhouse. And Sookie, this is Eric Northman and his child, Pamela."

I took her in appreciatively. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss. Stackhouse."

I didn't attempt to cover up my lust as I spoke to her, I was curious to see her reaction. Instead of swooning, which must human woman would do, she gave a tentative smile-like she was confused. The king gripped her upper arm tightly. Very tightly, I noticed. I could see her trying not to grimace in pain… how cute.

"Well aren't you sweet?" I said, smirking.

"Not really." She icily responded. I raised my eyebrow. She definitely had a spitfire attitude.

Unsurprisingly, Felipe backhanded her and she lost her balance, stumbling a bit, and then regained balance fairly quickly. I assumed that she was used to this kind of treatment. I watched the scene in fascination. I could tell Pam was interested as well.

"You will be respectful to Mr. Northman. If you are obedient he might just keep you." Felipe said, venom dripping from his every word.

The girl looked perplexed.

"I now have ownership over Louisiana and Mr. Northman here is the Sheriff. For submitting to me so easily I have decided to reward him. If you can call yourself a reward." Felipe explained to her.

The expressions on her face were indeed amusing to watch. First, she appeared puzzled, then she quickly changed from hopeful to fearful, then back again into a void stare. I smirked and regarded the young girl with interest.

"Why wouldn't she be an award? She smells delicious?" And has fantastic breasts as well.

Felipe gave a little chuckle. "She may be beautiful and have an exceptional smell," He said, nonchalantly running a finger down her cheek. "But is extremely stubborn and disobedient."

As if to prove his point, Sookie matched my stare with one of her own. And it was filled with malice. I was amused, which really is an understatement.

"I like them feisty."

I could practically feel her trying to burn me with her gaze. Having this little human is going to be a great source of entertainment.

"Yes but she is quite the, how do you say it? Pain in the ass." Felipe responded, grinning. He gave Sookie a sharp glance and his demeanor changed considerably. "But here with Mr. Northman, dear Sookie, your disrespectfulness will not be tolerated."

I bowed my head and Felipe continued.

"You can do whatever you like with the girl. Drain her dry, fuck her, make her work in the bar, I really don't care." Felipe stated casually. "Just know that she will do anything to escape. So if you plan to keep her I suggest to lock her up."

I could see the flash of panic run across her features when Felipe suggested I lock her up. I raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you for your input, my king." I know how to kiss ass when I want to- not that I do it often.

Felipe was pleased with my thanks and beamed.

"Before parting with you, dear Sookie, I would like to have at least, one last taste."

I watched the girl intently as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to be pulled back against the king. There was only a moments notice before his fangs sank into her soft flesh. Her blood ran out from her neck as he drank greedily from the wound. Her blood smelled so intoxicating. I barely noticed her grimace in pain and attempt to maintain a straight face. I felt my fangs run down and knew all the other vampires in the room were filled with bloodlust.

Felipe took a substantial amount of the girl's blood. I could see her starting to sway on her feet. He pulled back and licked the wounds, lapping up the excess blood. I heard him whisper in her ear. "I will miss you, dear Sookie." And then he and Victor quickly departed from the club.

SOOKIE'S POV

The tall blond Viking looking vampire snapped out of his trance first. He blinked a few times-not that he needed to, and looked over at the female vamp to his left. Her fangs were completely out and she was staring at me like I was a big old bloody éclair. Eric sensed her excitement and gently touched her shoulder. She didn't snap out of her hungry gaze.

"Pam." He said sternly and squeezed her shoulder.

Her eyes quickly left me and she focused her gaze on Eric. She retracted her fangs and held his gaze. They just looked at each other. It was like they had some kind of silent communication thing going on. Apparently the bond between a child and their maker was extremely strong. Could they read each other's minds?

She then spoke in a familiar language. One I hadn't heard spoken in two years. Swedish. There was no mistaking it. I closed my eyes as memories from my past resurfaced. I know Swedish, alright. I can understand it better than I can speak it. And I can probably hold my own during a conversation. I've been told my pronunciation needs some work, though. But I'd rather not get into where I learned that language.

"She smells incredible." Pam breathed.

"Yes, but Felipe gave her to me, remember?" Eric smirked.

"Can't I at least have a taste?"

"We shall see."

"Selfish."

Eric chuckled and smiled at the younger vamp. She huffed.

"She appears to be fatigued. What do humans do when too much of their blood has been taken?" Eric asked, his gaze never leaving me.

What do humans need? A gallon of water and a hell of a lot of Iron B supplements. That's what they need. Oh yeah, and at least eight hours of sleep. I can use all of those things right now. But I didn't answer his question, obviously. I'll keep my knowledge of the Swedish language a secret for now. Just like my telepathy.

I decided to play the stupid human card.

"When ya'll are done speaking gibberish can you please show me where the bathroom is?"

I know. I was being rude. To vampires. I definitely have a death wish. I expected them to be angry that I interrupted, but Eric had an incredibly amused look on his face, while Pam's eyebrows had shot up her forehead. I guess the only person who could talk to Eric like that was her.

"Pam. If you would be so kind." Eric said.

Pam huffed. "Follow me."

I swayed a little but regained my balance. She gestured toward the back of the building and I started in that direction. But to get there, I'd have to pass Eric. I kept my eyes straight ahead and refused to look at him.

As I passed him his finger shot out and brushed over my cheek. His touch was gentle, which surprised me. I dared to look up into his piercing blue eyes. I wasn't sure what I expected to see in them. But what I did see was curiosity and amusement. I pulled away from his touch and hurried after Pam. I could practically feel him smirking at me as I walked away. Kinda creepy.

I stumbled into the bathroom like a drunk who was shit faced on tequila. I was getting a little dizzy and I gripped the edge of the sink. I turned on the faucet and splashed water in my face. My eyes widened a little at the feel of the cold liquid and I dared chance a glance in the mirror.

My eyes were unfocused and hair a little missed up from when Felipe had grabbed me, but other then that I looked alright. As alright as a girl can look in a hooker dress, anyway. In the reflection of the mirror I saw Pam leaning on the doorframe with her arms crossed, staring at me. I ignored her and reached up and pulled on the sink. Just as I had suspected behind the sink was a little cabinet. I saw Pam raise an eyebrow and I wondered if she didn't know the silly human device could open up like that. I would laugh if I had the energy.

I rummaged through little bottles of pills and other knick knacks until I found what I was looking for. Since I knew this place was probably crawling with fangbangers and all the employees were bangers as well, the bathroom was probably well stocked with Iron B supplements. They weren't too hard to find. There were three bottles of them shoved into the corner of the mini cabinet.

I poured three or four, I couldn't tell, things were starting to get blurry, and plopped them into my mouth. I turned on the sink and bent my head down to chase the pills with water.

The cool tap water felt heavenly as it ran down my dry throat. I took a few more gulps before straightening up. Yes, I know, apparently tap water is unsanitary and blah blah blah but honestly, if you wash your hands with the stuff it has to be clean, right?

I then took some Tylenol that was sitting front and center in the mirror-door. I could feel a headache coming on. And then for good measure I took a benedryl. Why fangbangers would have this in their bathroom was beyond me. But the stuff made me really drowsy and helped me sleep.

Man I'm popping pills like a homeless druggie right now.

I closed the mirror and turned around to face Pam. Her expression was completely blank and she would blink every couple of seconds. Her arms were still crossed over her chest and her blue eyes looked bored.

After I really got to do my silent check out of her I realized that she was beautiful. I mean, I noticed it before, but now I realize that her features are absolutely stunning. Her features looked regal, like she belonged in England a few centuries ago. Hell- she probably was a royal back in the day.

"Are you finished?" She drawled.

"Yeah."

"Good. Come with me."

She led me down a hallway and stopped at a normal looking door. She knocked smartly twice and opened the door before there was an answer.

Eric was sitting at a desk. The desk was mahogany and his chair was a comfy swivel chair. There was a black laptop on it and a cordless phone. I looked around and realized that this was obviously his office. A couple bookcases lined the wall, all stacked to the top with novels and textbooks. The office was artfully decorated and very organized. I was snapped out of my scan of his office when Eric spoke- in Swedish.

"I'm going to take the girl back to my house. Sorry for the disappointment."

Pam rolled her eyes. "I knew you wouldn't let me take her."

"I will find her a suitable place to stay shortly. But for now my home will suffice."

"How about we keep her in the basement?" Pam grinned, showing some fang.

I shuddered. Basement? That didn't sound like fun.

"We can't go treating our guests like that, Pamela. It's bad manners. Haven't I taught you anything?" But Eric grinned back at her.

He turned to face me.

"You will be staying with me until I can provide other arrangements." He stated smoothly in English. But of course, I already knew that.

I nodded.

"Do you speak?" He asked, his eyes glinting.

I was irked by his sarcasm. I'm the sarcastic one.

I shook my head in retaliation.

And he laughed.

"Oh you are amusing. You almost make up for my hatred of your king."

He hates Felipe? Well welcome to the club, buddy. Let's make t-shirts.

But his words irritate me.

"He's not my king." I spit out.

Damn. I didn't mean to speak to him.

He smiled.

"Felipe did describe you as disrespectful. But I am afraid my dear that your ill mannered temper will be changed rather quickly."

Oh please. If four years with Felipe couldn't break me I doubt that this vampire could. I would have made a snide comment in return but I suddenly felt extremely tired. Must be from the blood loss and benedryl I took. I reached out and grabbed the shelf of the bookcase. I mentally chided myself. I can't look weak in front of this asshole of a vampire and his broody child.

"And on that note we shall leave. Come, Miss. Stackhouse," He rose from his chair and sauntered toward me. "I'll see you tomorrow night Pamela. Sweet dreams." He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes.

He took my arm and led me out of the office and through the back exit. He dug through his jeans and grabbed what I assumed were his keys. He clicked a button and his car lights came to life.

Holy hell. His car was a red Corvette. It must have cost more than my old farmhouse and a month's worth of work at Merlotte's put together.

Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me. I grumbled a little on the inside but slid in. No point in arguing. I grabbed the door handle and shut the door myself. He can't do everything for me. He smirked a little at my display of independence and with vampire speed he sat in the driver's seat.

I notice that the bag I'd packed a night ago was on the floor beside my feet. I mentally thanked whomever had put it there…I couldn't wait to get out of this damn dress. I crossed my arms and stared out into the parking lot. I could practically feel his amusement as he turned the keys in the ignition.

"Buckle up." He said.

I grab the seatbelt and snap it on. He pulls out of the parking lot before I could blink.

We drive (race) down the road at a pace that definitely exceeds the speed limit. I grip the side of the car for support. My hair whips out behind me and his does the same. Sweet Jesus he's driving like a bat out of hell. I can't even imagine what would happen if we were stopped by the police. Eric would probably glamour them…or kill them. Both seem very possible.

I wondered where he lived. What did a vampire house look like? Felipe's had been a mansion but he's a king. Eric is just a lowly Sheriff. Well, maybe not lowly but Felipe is definitely in a higher position than him. Perhaps he lived in a light tight cave? Like the bat-cave maybe? That seemed fitting.

I then got the mental image of this big, bad ass vamp living in a white, one story house with a matching picket fence and red door... and a dog named Lassie running free in the backyard. The thought made me shake in mental laughter. I was definitely borderline delirious. All I wanted right now was a big bed and flannel pajamas.

We drove in silence. Eric looked very relaxed while he was driving. He had a cool demeanor and was lost in thought. I, on the other hand, was having a fit of the mental giggles and probably looked high as a kite. An unusual pair, if you ask me.

Eric pulled onto a dark street in a neighborhood that looked like any other human vicinity. The houses we passed were generally modest two story homes that could be owned by any business man and housewife with two kids and a dog. So this was Eric's neighborhood, huh? A cross between the bat-cave and a white picket fenced house? I let out a chuckle that sounded more like a sigh.

The house he pulled up to was no different from his neighbor's homes. And there was no white picket fence, to my disappointment.

"Home sweet home." Eric said.

Honestly, what was with vamps and this expression?

I opened the door and stepped out into the garage. Everything became dizzy and I staggered. I could so lose the heels right now. If I took one more step I was sure to topple over.

Before I could decide what to do I was being scooped up by a pair of strong arms. I looked up and saw through my cloudy vision that Eric was carrying me toward through the door that led to some kind of kitchen area.

I made out some blurry images of the rest of the house but nothing too clear. Without putting me down he opened a door to what I assumed was a bedroom.

A bedroom. Fuck.

This was the part where he would rape and greedily imbibe my blood until dawn… Unless he decides to kill me in one draining. I was so not in the mood for that. But then again, when am I? So I tried to wiggle out of his grip. I know that fighting a vamp gets them real excited and even hornier, but I was desperate here!

In my drug infused haze I attempted to struggle from his arms. I wasn't going down without a fight. I tried to pound my fists against his chest but my arms felt like lead and my kicking legs were getting more tired by the second.

I swear I heard him chuckle and he plopped me unceremoniously onto the bed. I scooted away from him as far as possible. I felt so pathetic. I'm so tired of being scared by vampires and their dicks. And this vampire was no exception. Even if he hadn't done anything to harm me, he was still terrifying-all vampires are. They're all vicious and sadistic. End of story. Every vampire I've come across is the same. And I'm sure that Eric is no different.

"Go to sleep, little one," he said, and strode over to the door and turned around. "Oh, and don't even think about trying to escape. It's pointless. Even if you do I will find you. Sweet dreams." And with that said he shut the door behind him.

I stared into the darkness at the closed door. He just…left? He didn't even have a little taste? I was surprised. No wait, that's an understatement…baffled is a better word. What vampire in their right mind would do that?

I was too exhausted to even think about it and curled up in the bed. I was still in my hooker dress and pretty much ripped it off of myself. I was completely nude but I honestly could care less. Eric would take me naked or not. It was plain as day. I laid in a fetal position under the covers and squeezed my eyes shut, holding back my unshed tears. He said there was no point to even try to escape and that he'd find me if I tried. And let me tell you, I definitely believed him. Vamps are master trackers.

But I still had a nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that this was my chance. Tomorrow during the day might be the only time for me to finally go back home. Eric was probably going to kill me anyway. Possibly by tomorrow night Sookie Stackhouse would finally meet her end. So why not go down without a fight? Er…escape plan is more like it. I vowed to myself before I fell asleep with tears running down my cheeks that I would get out of this place…or die trying.

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I feel like it took me forever to write this chapter! Writing in Eric's POV is hard! Hopefully you all enjoyed it. Next chapter expect an attempted escape from Sookie…DUN DUN! It's super late right now and I'm tired and I really wanted to get this chapter out ASAP so I'm sorry about all the grammar and spelling mistakes and what not… If you'd like more please review!

PS: This story is also somewhat inspired by the song "Captive" by Liz Durrett. (I think that's how you spell her name) Go check it out on youtube!