A/N- Dude. I just pushed this shit out of me. I'm going away for a couple days tomorrow and I knew I wanted to update before then. Sorry for any grammar related mistakes in this chapter. I just really wanted to post this ASAP. Once again, thanks for the totally awesome reviews and enjoy!

Everything was dark. Pure darkness. Imagine all the lights going out in one of those really long tunnels you occasionally drive through. I wasn't scared, I'm used to the darkness. It's comforting. It means I'm all alone. I don't find the silence eerie. In fact, I welcome it. The silence and blackness ease my troubled mind and soon I'm falling down a hole. A hole that never ends. I'm enveloped in darkness. I'm content. Peaceful. I'm in my happy place. A world where nothing exists. A world no one knows about. My safe haven.

Then I see his face. And suddenly, I'm not falling down my hole of bliss; I'm crashing through a world of pain and fear. I'm drowning. I can't breath. I can't move a muscle. Can't scream. I just lay there, helplessly as he smiles at me. Oh Sookie, I've missed you my dear. No! No please! Just leave me alone. Please. Please stop. Get away from me. No. Please leave.

I can feel his cool hand press against my cheek and I shudder. He laughs. His laugh ignites my deepest fears. My darkest thoughts. I'm drowning.

I'm drowning in his laughter, his smirk, his voice, his touch.

I beg somebody to save me. Anybody. But nobody comes. I'm not surprised. But I'm still disappointed all the same.

I know what's next.

The harsh sting of his hand against my cheek.

The quiet zip of his pants.

The click of his fangs.

The pain in my neck.

Between my legs.

Everywhere.

My happy place is gone. He is everywhere. Consuming me. Draining me. Scarring me.

And I can't do anything.

Please make it stop. I'll do anything. Please.

The last image I get before I open my eyes is his face. Grinning broadly. His fangs bloody. His eyes narrowed. Full of promises. Until next time…

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My eyes flew open and I sat straight up. The room was dark except the sliver of light that protruded from underneath the door and the faint red glow of the clock on the bedside table.

9:45 AM.

It was just a dream. Another nightmare. Of him.

I would never be rid of Felipe de Castro.

Sometimes I wish I could be glamoured. So I could forget everything that has happened these past four years.

Wait… where am I? What happened last night? Why am I not in my usual room? Why am I naked? Why is this bed so unfamiliar?

Then it hit me.

Last night…oh lordy. Felipe had given me to this big old Viking Vampire named…Eric? Yes that's his name. Before he left Felipe had drank half the blood in my body. I had felt woozy. I took some pills. I was in a nice Corvette with Eric. I was delusional. He picked me up and carried me to this room. And then he left. And the last thing I thought before I closed my eyes was that I would escape this place or die trying.

I sit up in bed and blink my eyes a couple times, trying to adjust to the darkness. A lamp is on the bedside table so I reach over and flip it on.

The room is just like any other room. A bed, a desk with a mirror over it, a bookshelf, and a door leading to what I assumed was the bathroom. There was another door that led to the hallway.

I slowly rose from the bed and saw the bag I'd packed when I was in Las Vegas. Someone must have brought it in for me last night when I had passed out. I quietly opened the bag and pulled out jeans and a white shirt- my favorite outfit. Casual and comfy. The exact opposite of what my life was like, I think bitterly.

I tiptoed to the bathroom and took care of all my human needs. When I exited the bathroom I looked at the clock again. It's now ten o'clock exactly. As quietly as possible I opened the door that leads out of the bedroom.

The hallway light is on but that is the only thing that's keeping the hall lit. I sneak down the hall and find myself in the kitchen.

Why a vampire would need a kitchen is beyond me. I slowly opened the fridge and wasn't surprised to see only some water and True Blood in it. I closed it and heard my stomach making sounds of disappointment. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning.

I tiptoed around the house some more and then laughed at myself. Why would I need to sneak around during the day? When the vampire keeping my hostage was sleeping? I gazed out the window in the living room. The sky was dark and ominous clouds were scattered throughout the sky. Rainy days were rare in Louisiana but it was January-the rainiest season here.

I made my way to the front door and tested it out.

Obviously, it was locked. Fabulous.

There was no lock to open it and I was confused for a split second, but then I saw a bright white keypad with blinking green lights to the right of the door.

So this door was password controlled? Fuck.

I find what I assume is the door that leads to the garage and what do you know? It has the same keypad as the front door. Groaning, I went back into the kitchen and tried to yank open the windows but they were locked too and needed a key to open.

I ran around the house like a crazy woman, tearing at windows; begging them to open. But none did. By the time I finished my search of a possible escape I was desperate and had tears in my eyes. There was literally no way out-unless I had the password to the keypads.

I sank down onto the floor and covered my eyes with my hands. I felt like a bird in a cage. I could see freedom right outside, but I couldn't reach it. Tears poured from my eyes and dripped onto the clean kitchen floor. In my tear-filled state I briefly wondered if Eric had a cleaning lady who scrubbed the floors and it made me giggle a little bit through my sobs.

I stayed on the kitchen floor for what seemed like hours until I finally found the energy to stand and walk back to my room. I plopped back down on the bed and buried my face in my hands.

I wondered if anyone from home missed me. My brother Jason probably still did. I could imagine his face of panic when he heard of Gran's death and my disappearance. I imagined him holding town-sized search parties for me for months, filing a missing person report, and putting up flyers all around Louisiana. He had probably given up after a few months and returned to his regular life. I wondered if he still thought about me everyday, as I did him. I'd give everything I have (which isn't much) to see him now.

The next person I thought about was my old boss, Sam. He had been my best friend. He was the only person who would give "Crazy Sookie" a job. He was so nice and handsome. What was he doing now? Did he hire somebody else to take my place? Probably. He had told me on numerous occasions that I was his best waitress. The thought made me smile. I would blush, mumble my thanks, and scurry to the kitchen to pick up an order. I was so timid around him, not just because he was my boss and very attractive, but because I couldn't really read his mind. I didn't know what he really thought about me, and that scared me.

If I could give him or Jason a call… just a five minute call to tell them I'm alive and I think of them everyday.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Call. Maybe Eric has a phone?

I scrambled out of bed and into the kitchen.

No phone.

I dashed throughout the house, searching frantically for a phone. But my search was fruitless. No phones anywhere. I laughed bitterly. Why would vampires have house phones when they could afford super expensive cell phones?

I sighed and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was a little after noon and I realized that Eric would rise in only five short hours and I still had no escape plan. I mentally chided myself for moping around and feeling sorry for myself when in a few hours a bloodthirsty vampire would rise from his daytime rest and gobble me up for his evening snack.

Just then I heard a noise from the front hallway. I stilled and craned my head toward the commotion. My ears perked up when I heard a man's mumbling, and then his thoughts.

Shouldn't have to bring this stuff for some fangbanging whore. Since when has Master ever asked me to run errands for one of his sluts? I should really get a raise.

Was he thinking those horrible thoughts about me? I may be a fangbanger, but I'm most certainly not a willing one…or a whore for that matter. I was offended.

I slowly walked into the front hallway and saw a short little man with brown hair fumble with the keypad to lock the door. I couldn't see the numbers but didn't panic. I had an idea.

"Who are you?" I asked timidly.

The man nearly jumped out of his skin. He spun around to face me and looked me up and down.

"You must be Master's newest pet." He sneared.

I hated him.

"And you are?"

"Bobby. Bobby Burnham. I'm Mr. Northman's daytime specialist."

He sounded so proud of his job that it made me sick.

"As his daytime specialist do you know that I'm being held here against my will? That I'm being held captive?" My voice was tinted with desperation.

His facial expression was still a cold sneer.

"Whatever, or whomever, Master has here is his business. I just carry out my duties."

"Please," I begged, I was actually begging. "Please what is the code to get out of here?"

He snorted. "Do you think I'd actually tell you that?"

The slut is hot and has nice tits but she is definitely stupid if she thinks I'll give her the code so easily. Idiotic fangbangers.

I tried not to gasp at how loud and offensive his thoughts were.

"Please, it's not right to keep a human being locked up in here. I just want to go back to my family. Please tell me the password." I pleaded with him, my eyes the size of golf balls.

He snorted. "Sorry blondie, I can't do that. I was told to bring you some materials Master thought you might need and then be on my way. I'm actually not even supposed to be speaking with you." He set a bag of what looked like groceries onto the floor.

I narrowed my eyes. "Tell me the code."

He let out a noise of frustration.

"Are you deaf, woman? I said no. Now if you'll excuse me, I have better things to be doing than talking with a fangbanging slut."

"Just tell me the code! What is it?" I screamed, advancing toward him.

Then very suddenly, I got a string of numbers from his brain.

06728

I hesitated, not sure if those were exactly the right numbers, but then I caught him thinking them again and I knew that was the code.

"I'm not telling you, you little bitch! Now get the fuck away from me."

I lowered my head in mock defeat.

"Fine, just leave me here to die you heartless bastard."

I heard him scoff, secretly enter the numbers, and slip through the front door.

I peaked out the kitchen window and watched his car drive away down the street. I made note of the time and saw that it was half past twelve. I had to get going quickly.

I grabbed the bag of supplies he left and shoved them onto the kitchen counter.

06728

I repeated the numbers to freedom over and over in my head until I knew I would remember them for the rest of my life.

I considered barging out the front door and running for my life, but then thought better of it. Why don't I just take Eric's car and drive away? I could find my way back to Bon Temps and then sink his car in a swamp somewhere.

I punched in the code to the garage door and miraculously the door swung open. Victory had never tasted so sweet.

I bounded into the garage and was immediately met with the sight of the sleek red Corvette. I jumped over the door and into the seat and then realized that I didn't have the keys.

Fuck!

How could I start the car without the keys?

Then I was met with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

The keys were already in the ignition; as if they knew I would be coming to drive away. I grinned and turned the keys and the car sprang to life. I looked on the dashboard and saw a button that indicated to the garage door. I pressed it and the garage door opened and I saw the outside world.

Freedom.

I let out a loud laugh and backed the car out of the garage.

As soon as the car was out on the driveway I felt a trickle of rain on my head. A light drizzle had started and I could care less. I was getting out of here.

I drove down the street a little awkwardly. I hadn't driven in four years but everything came back pretty quickly. Just like riding a bike.

I drove around Eric's neighborhood, coming to dead ends and cul-de-sacs. It was so confusing and tears of frustration sprang into my eyes.

I finally exited the maze-like neighborhood and was on some type of main road with a lot of cars buzzing by.

I drove slowly, not really sure where I was going. I ended up stopping at a gas station and asking for directions for the highway. The gas station clerk eyed me appreciatively before answering.

"The highway is straight up the road and to your right. But I gotta warn ya honey, it's gonna rain real hard soon and in that little number of yours," he gestured toward the red Corvette. "You might be getting' real good and wet." He leered at me.

"Thank you sir, I appreciate it." I responded stiffly and raced back into my car and drove off.

Do all guys have to be so pervy?

My heart thrummed with anticipation as I finally turned onto the highway. According to the little clock on the dashboard it was one thirty.

I then got an intimidating thought: What if a policeman stopped me and asked for my license? Or any other form of identification for that matter? I would be screwed.

I could hear my hear my veins throbbing and my heart pounding. My eyes were alert and watching for any car that looked remotely official.

I made my way highway at the designated speed limit and obeyed all the traffic laws. I soon saw a sign that said "Bon Temps Exit, Ten Miles"

My eyes widened and I drove a little faster. This was it. I was going to make it.

The rain began to come down a little harder but I barely noticed. I sped down the road and soon saw a sign that read in big letters: BON TEMPS EXIT.

I eagerly swerved onto the exit lane and laughed giddily, rain splattering my face and shirt. The leather seats were gathering up pools of rainwater and I could care less.

I drove for what seemed like forever down a road that was lined with thick forest trees. I knew I was on the right track to Bon Temps if I was in the middle of nowhere. The trees zoomed by in blurs of green and brown. I was the only car on the road and I was driving like a bat out of hell. Police be damned.

A loud crack of thunder and a bolt of lightening made me jump in my seat. It was now pouring and I could barely see in front of me. Everything, including me, in the car was completely soaked. I fumbled for the button for the windshield wipers but couldn't find it. Another loud clap of thunder made my hands tremble and lose control of the steering wheel.

The car swerved on the wet road and veered off into the forest. I screamed but my yell was drowned out by another clap of thunder. I sobbed hysterically and tried to regain control of the car but it was no use. The car smashed through the bushes and finally collided with a heavy tree. The glass on the windshield shattered and I threw my hands up to cover my face. The airbag exploded from the steering wheel and hit me in the face.

Blood poured down my nose and the air was knocked out of me by the airbag.

I wrestled with the big white balloon and managed to deflate it slightly.

Tears poured down my cheeks and mixed with blood from my nose and fresh cuts on my face.

I somehow managed to stumble out of the car and onto the earthy ground. I collapsed on my knees and hugged myself, gasping for breath.

I was now in the middle of the forest with no idea where I was and an hour before nighttime.

I began to shake uncontrollably, clutching my knees to my chest. My shirt and jeans were completely soaked. You could easily see my tan bra through my top and the bottom of my pants were caked with mud and rain.

I shivered and tried to wipe away my tears. I gave a quick look toward the expensive car and found it completely totaled. If Eric ever found out I destroyed his precious car…

My eyes snapped wide opened.

Eric.

What if he found me? What would he do? Torture me? Probably. Kill me?
Obviously… And then get a new car.

But it was impossible for him to find me. I was so far away from Shreveport and even if he did have my scent, the rain definitely washed any trace of it away. I let out a shaky breath of relief. Everything was going to be fine. I just needed to get out on the road and hopefully spot another car and then hitchhike back home.

Lightening crashed around me and a tree fell. I shrieked and scrambled toward the road. I ran through trees and bushes for what seemed like forever.

I stopped and looked around but could barely see anything, the rain was so heavy. Was I even going in the right direction? I couldn't have crashed too far into the forest. Maybe I was farther in then I thought.

Terror shot through me and I looked around widely, stumbling and tripping over logs and tree branches. In my panic I fell flat on my face and hit my head on a hard stone. The world began to spin and my vision became blurry.

No! I couldn't pass out! I had to get out of here! Before the big bad vampire comes! I fought to regain consciousness but my efforts proved fruitless and the world went black…

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When I blearily opened my eyes I was met with a face full of mud. It was still raining but the thunder and lightening had ceased. My head pounded and I could feel blood running down the side. I wondered how long I had been out for.

The sky was completely dark and I could barely see a thing. I shakily got onto my hands and knees and spit mud and water out of my mouth. Gross.

I shivered from the wind and kept hearing the eerie rustling of the tree branches and bushes.

I slowly got up and continued my journey through the woods. I carefully stepped over everything on the ground and tried my best to keep my balance.

I then heard a loud rustling.

My head snapped from side to side, but all I could make out was the outline of trees and bushes. I scolded myself for thinking it was something other than the wind. I kept walking very carefully and listened as hard as I could.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the outline of a very tall figure some few yards away from me. I blinked and the shadow had disappeared. I laughed at myself. Must be my imagination. I was the only one out here.

I heard more rustling.

Or was I?

I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart beating a mile a minute and my breath coming out in short gasps. I heard something behind me and I whirled around but saw nothing.

I gulped and tears fell down my cheeks.

I this time felt something behind me and I began to run as fast as my legs could carry me. I swear I head a sinister chuckle from behind me. I ran faster.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I sprinted through the thick forest trees.

When I felt like I had ran far enough I slowed to a jog and was about to let out a sob.

Then a strong arm grabbed my waist from behind and a large hand smothered my mouth.

"Well well well. What do I have here? The thief who stole my car, and then ran it into a tree in the middle of a forest? Did you really think you could get away from me, little one?"

I cried and kicked and screamed. Eric chuckled.

"What ever shall I do with you?"

And then I felt his fangs at my neck, ready to pierce the skin and drain me dry.

EEP! Cliff hanger! You want more? Next chapter will be filled with drama and lotsa Eric. Review please!