A/N- Mwuahaha I am updating queen! I never thought I could update this fast but you reviewers totally inspired me! Ya'll are totes fab. I've been sick this weekend and stayed at home and watched movies with my parents. But no matter how shitty I felt I knew I had to write another chapter ASAP for you guys. So here it is! Complete and with the EPOV you all were asking for! Hope this chapter clears up any questions you have about Eric's intentions. Enjoy…

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I watched the girl sleep. Her head was tilted slightly to the left, her hair splayed out on the white pillow, creating a sharp contrast with her yellow hair. Her mouth was open ever so slightly and her breathing pattern was steady and peaceful. She looked like an angel. I was perturbed that her eyes were closed-she had magnificent eyes. They were much darker than my own pale blue ones. They reminded me of the North Sea on a sunny day, thus resurfacing forgotten memories from my human life.

This girl was a puzzle. She was capable of making my blood boil with rage…yet she awakened feelings within me I have not felt in centuries of my existence. I wanted to snap her neck one moment, and then hold her the next. Seeing her cry made my dead hurt stir. I felt protective of her. God forbid somebody misplaced a hair on her head-because I would rip their throat out. Seeing Longshadow attack the girl like that made me snap. I staked the bastard and then wished that I could have drawn out his final death- make him suffer.

When he had torn into her throat I was stunned…for the first time in many decades. My momentary stupor was broken when I heard her voice. She cried out for me. She screamed my name. Her face was twisted in pain and her eyes were full of terror. I knew then that I hated to see her suffer at the hands of a stranger. I swiftly grabbed the stake behind the bar and thrust it into Longshadow's back. Predictably, he exploded and was no more.

The girl had lost a significant amount of blood. She had tried to sit up but I pushed her back down. Making a quick decision I tore into my wrist and offered her my blood. Pam raised an eyebrow at my antics but I disregarded her silent question.

Sookie was hesitant about drinking my blood- and I impatient. I felt myself grow hard when she sucked the blood from my wrist. I regretfully removed my wrist from her mouth after she had ingested enough. After this exchange I could feel her emotions much more clearly. It was the second time I had given her blood. The next time I gave her my blood in a large quantity there is a probable chance that we will become bonded.

When she asked me in my office if I was considering bonding with her I laughed heartily. I have never been blood bonded with a human before, and nor do I plan on ever creating such a bond anytime soon. She had blushed profusely and I again went hard when I saw the pink tinges in her cheeks.

I immediately grew concerned, however, when she doubled over in agony. I rushed to her side and she explained that there were too many thoughts in the bar for her to handle. This confused me; telepaths could usually raise a mental barrier in their minds to keep thoughts out. She was offended when I asked her if she could not raise a shield. The indignant look on her face was adorable. I couldn't help but smirk.

As I took her home I could feel her need to be closer to me. When I took her hand in mine I could feel her sudden warmth and confusion. When she laid her head on my chest I could feel her anxiety begin to slip away. When I placed her on the bed I could feel her contentment.

When she started crying I was taken back. She asked me why I was being kind to her. I briefly pondered her question and asked if this upset her. She revealed that she wasn't used to being cared for. I felt the need to touch her, to reassure her. I ran my knuckles down the side of her face. I don't want you to fear me. I had said. More confusion washed over her. You will soon learn to trust me.

She was so skeptical of everything, myself included. And while I normally welcomed the fear people had of me I didn't wish that upon Sookie. For a reason I couldn't figure out why I wanted her to trust me. I also wanted her to want me.

I felt her lust earlier today. The small portion of my blood I had given the girl without her knowledge was taking affect. However, she had a different reaction to my blood than I expected. Predictably, feelings of lust did arise within her, but my blood is very powerful and ancient. Even the tiniest drop would influence a human to become infatuated with me.

Then I remembered that she was not completely human. Perhaps it was her fairy heritage, or telepathy, or possibly just her willful ways that rejected the potent influence my blood should have over her. Now that she had taken more, my blood might begin to affect her the way I wanted it to.

My mind wandered to only a few short hours ago. I was in my study, filling out my usual Area reports when I heard the girl sneak into the kitchen. I could feel her terror course throughout her body and I licked my lips.

I startled the girl, causing her glass of water to fall to the ground. The loud noise of the glass breaking made her jump again.

At first she refused to tell me what had woken her. She finally admitted that it had been "just a nightmare." From her trembling, I could tell that this was a different kind of night terror, but she didn't elaborate. I decided that all would be revealed in due time and I would not push the matter. I ushered her back to bed and felt her panic when I turned to leave. This pleased me.

I assured her that she was safe and I felt her begin to relax. I cleaned up the glass in the kitchen, went back to her room, and sat in the chair by her bed.

As I gaze at her tranquil face now I realize that I will make her mine.

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It had been two weeks since the nightmare incident, and things were pretty normal. Well, as normal as things with a vampire could get. Every night Eric would take me to Fangtasia (in his new, shiny red Corvette) and I would sit at the bar and read the minds of the customers. I was told to look out for undercover cops, underage patrons, and V dealers/buyers. The first few nights I could barely do five minutes on the job. My head would begin to ache and Eric would sense my uneasiness and quickly escort me back to his office.

I felt useless, lying there on Eric's leather sofa, clutching my head. If Eric was annoyed by my poor work he didn't show it. Mostly he would sit at his desk and do paperwork, every so often lifting his head to check on me.

After a week or so passed my mental shields improved considerably and I could sit out at the bar for an hour, sometimes more, and listen in on the patrons. So far I had already caught a group of twenty year olds who had very realistic looking ID's and warned Eric of an undercover cop that was looking out for any illegal activity.

He was pleased with my work and guaranteed me a paycheck by the end of the month. I was perplexed as to why he would want to pay me when I was practically his servant. He had told me that he was an honorable vampire and anyone who worked for him would be compensated as he saw fit. Go figure.

The past few days my relationship with Eric had grown more…personal. Every so often when I'd look at him I could feel a little tingle of lust course through my body. I kept reminding myself that it was his blood that was making me feel this way but who was I kidding? He was gorgeous.

But that didn't mean I was going to jump his bones and let him bite me. No way. Sure I had fantasized about his perfect body and him holding or kissing me, but never sex. Just the thought of having sex with anyone made my hair curl.

Eric had never made a serious move on me, thank God. But occasionally he would hold my hand or kiss my head which made me tingle all over with warmth. I was not used to being treated like this-especially by a vampire.

Slowly but surely, my fear of Eric began to dissipate. Don't get me wrong, he was still scary as hell, but I was starting to feel protected when he was around. For some reason I had a feeling that the 6' 4" Viking Vampire could hold his own in a fight… against multiple supes…at the same time.

I was sitting at the bar, sipping my free gin and tonic, when I picked up a disturbing thought from somewhere in the crowd.

Just need a little bit. Just a little V. I have the silver nets in the back of my car; all I have to do is convince one of these vamps to come outside with me. That blond one by the door is hot. I think I'll try her.

I immediately zeroed in on the guy I was hearing. He was thirty-something and was clean shaven with a head of brown curly hair. He was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt (not surprising) and he was slowly making his way through the crowd toward Pam.

I began to panic and look around for Eric.

Justlikethat he was by my side.

"Sookie, what did you hear?" He asked, concerned.

"There's a V addict here." Eric's fangs ran down and my eyes widened in fear. He quickly retracted them when he sensed my uneasiness.

In a controlled voice he said, "Where?"

I pointed toward the man walking toward Pam.

"He has silver nets in his car and he wants Pam's blood."

Eric's face twisted with rage and he zoomed over to where Pam was talking with the addict. He grabbed Pam's hand and muttered something in her ear-probably in Swedish. Her eyes widened and she snarled. Sensing danger, the man tried to run for it.

Bad move buddy. I've learned the hard way to never run from a vampire.

Eric grabbed his arm and swiftly twisted it behind his back without causing a scene. Gripping the guy's arm Eric led him back to his office. He raised his eyebrows at me and nodded, signaling that I should join them.

I sighed and hurried toward his office.

When I entered the man was sitting in the chair across from Eric's desk, looking terrified.

I was a little scared too when I saw the state Eric was in. His fangs were fully extended and his eyes were dark blue pits that seemed to go on forever. I gulped and he snapped his attention toward me.

"Sookie, tell me what you hear." He ordered.

I refrained from telling him to say 'please.' Upsetting an already upset vampire was not a good move in a situation like this- or any situation for that matter.

I walked in front of the man, grabbed his hand, and listened.

That bitch is hot too bad she's fucking that dead guy fucking whore. Probably is really kinky and shit holy shit she has a nice rack definitely the hottest thing in this bar. What's she doing staring at me like that it's like she's reading my fucking mind. What a fucking freak God I need V-

I quickly let go of his hand and put up my new and improved mental shield. I blinked back tears at his awful thoughts. Eric looked from me, to the man, then back to me.

In a motion too fast for me to follow, Eric slapped the man across the face.

"You will respect the lady; don't even think anything ill about her. Do you understand?" He hissed.

The man nodded vehemently.

Eric looked at me and nodded, beckoning me to continue. I sighed and took the man's hand again. I picked up from his brain that his name was Nick.

"Nick, I want to ask you a few questions, okay?"

"How do you know my name, freak?"

Eric hit him again and the man whimpered.

"Do you buy or sell vampire blood?" I asked him seriously.

"No!" He said passionately. But his mind was saying other things.

"You're lying." I said, solemnly.

"I don't take that shit! Never have and never will!" He looked at Eric nervously.

I shook my head. "You wanted to lure Pam out to your car where you had a silver net in your trunk. You wanted to imprison her and regularly take her blood."

Eric literally growled when I said Pam's name. The man was sweating profusely.

"Shut up, bitch! Just shut up and stay the fuck out of my head!"

Eric had apparently had enough because he yanked Nick up and tossed him against the wall like a rag doll.

"Eric!" I shrieked.

He slowly walked over to the man who was clutching his ribs.

"You will not be taking my child's blood, or any other vampire's blood for that matter, ever again. You will regret that you ever even stepped foot in this bar."

This was the side of Eric I hated to see.

He grabbed the man by his hair and was about to tear into his throat when I screamed.

"No! Eric! Please don't do it!" I cried, getting flashbacks of being crumpled on the floor, with a scary vampire hovering over me, about to bite into my neck.

He very slowly turned his head around and stared at me. I fidgeted under his gaze, suddenly very frightened.

"Just… just turn him over to the human authorities, okay?" I whispered.

Eric dropped the man and zoomed over to me. My breath caught in my throat.

"He broke a very sacred law. He must be punished."

"You'd kill him?" I asked incredulously.

"Eventually." He responded coldly.

I looked over at the man, nursing a broken rib and a split lip and briefly pitied him.

"Give him to the police, Eric." I said quietly.

Eric glared at me.

"Please." I said my voice barely a whisper.

He studied my face for a few moments before making his way over to Nick. He grabbed him by his collar and leaned into his ear.

"You owe this woman you're life." He spat.

The addicted man looked at me. "I don't owe that bitch anything."

Eric punched him so hard he spiraled back into the wall.

"The human authorities will be here momentarily," He said to the man. "Sookie, go back out into the bar. We will leave shortly."

I scrambled out of the office and toward the bar. Chow raised an eyebrow at me.

"Just give me another gin and tonic." I said wearily.

"Of course."

Seconds later I had my drink in front of me and I thanked Chow who just made an "hmmph" noise. Apparently he didn't like being ordered around by little blond humans.

I gulped down my drink and briefly saw a couple of police officers make their way back to Eric's office. I was flooded with relief.

So Eric really had called the cops. The man's death wouldn't be on my hands. I sighed and finished my drink.

About fifteen minutes later I felt Eric place a hand on my shoulder.

"Ready to go?"

I nodded and he helped me out of my seat.

The drive home was silent. I stared out the window and refused to make eye contact with him. We were playing who is gonna talk first?

He cracked.

"You are upset with me," He stated. "Why is this?"

I sighed. "I hate seeing you like that." I said softly.

He turned his head toward me. "Like what?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know," I snapped. "When you went all crazy vampire on that guy, why did you do that?"

"Sookie," He said slowly, "Taking and selling vampire blood is a grave offense that is punishable by death."

"Is it really that serious? Jeez it doesn't sound like such a big deal to me."

Eric suddenly became angry. "Yes, it is a big deal! I told you once before, you stupid girl, that vampires value their blood more than anything. Knowing that unworthy humans take our blood makes us very, very angry. I was planning on keeping him locked in the basement before I killed him, very slowly. But instead I called the human police. Be thankful that I am not taking your words the wrong way. Are you not appreciative for what I have done for you?"

My eyes welled up with tears and I barely even noticed that we had entered his garage.

"You're just like the rest of them!" I yelled, furiously unbuckling my seatbelt. I scrambled out the door of the Corvette and slammed the door closed. "You're just as bloodthirsty and awful as the rest of them!"

I hurried toward the door leading into his kitchen but Eric beat me to it. He slammed the slightly open door shut with his big palm and pressed his back into me. I shuddered with fear.

"I can assure you that I am not like the rest of them. You should know that, Sookie!" He growled into my ear.

He yanked my hand, using it as leverage to spin me 180 degrees so my back was against the door and I was facing him. He pinned my wrists over my head and I began to tremble.

"Eric," I whispered, "You're scaring me."

My words had the desired affect and he immediately unpinned my hands.

"I told you not to fear me." He said in a very controlled voice, his accent becoming very pronounced.

"How can I not when you've hit me, locked me up, threatened me, and almost drained a man in front of me?"

Eric's gazed softened, he closed his eyes and let out a very human sounding sigh. "I apologize for what I have done to upset you in the past, but you must understand that I do not wish to harm you."

"Every vampire I've ever known has abused me. How do I know you're any different from the others after what happened tonight?" I whispered, looking away.

"I will prove to you I'm not like the others." He said, raising my chin with two of his fingers. "I will never lose my temper with you, I will make this up to you, I promise."

He said it so sincerely that I believed him. He gently raised my aching wrists to his mouth and lightly kissed each one.

He ushered me through the door and into the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of True Blood from the fridge and I went into the living room. I curled up on the big comfy couch and flipped through the channels. I chose to watch some NFL highlights from earlier today and closed my eyes.

I opened them when I felt the couch creak under Eric's extra weight. I blearily looked at him and he pulled me close to him. Any determination I had to fight his grip vanished when he lightly kissed my head.

"Sleep." He softly commanded.

I was still mad at him for what had happened earlier, but I couldn't help but feel all cozy inside when he was like this with me. I blamed the blood. Disregarding the nagging voice in my head that told me to be more cautious around him, I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep.

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Yay! Sookie and Eric's relationship grows! I really enjoyed writing this chapter. I argued with myself many times while I tried to write Eric's POV, but I'm generally satisfied with it. You reviewers asked for Eric's POV so I gathered up my courage and wrote it. Hope you enjoyed it as well as the rest of the chapter. As always, reviews are more than welcome!