A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!!!!! I haven't been able to respond to the reviews on the last chapter or update sooner just because I've been packing for DC, dealing with family drama and all kinds of crazy shit, but it doesn't mean I love you any less!! Now this is going to be really really short and I am sorry, but I am really picky about chapter breaks and just I couldn't go on any further. Now, if you guys are understanding—I will finish the last chapter tonight or tomorrow morning…and it will be long! Promise :D
Disclaimer: Charlaine Harris's world. Not mine.
Eric's POV
CHAPTER SIX
When did I become so weak? How could this tiny, worthless, insignificant human topple the self-control I have spent centuries building? I am Sherrif. I am vampire. She shouldn't have resurrected emotions in me I had long forgotten…that I had throught dead once I was turned. She should be nothing more than a pretty face and a sweet meal. Well, Bill's pretty face and meal, I suppose. Sookie has goodness in her veins; she will remain true to him unless their fight was more severe than I realize.
But she was more. And I suspected so much more if she had earned the Queen's interest. My sources had not yet been able to confirm my suspicion, but Bill was not nearly intelligent to act of his own accord. He was a Beta, a blind follower and anyone who knew him would confirm my judgment. The designs of his Alpha remained a mystery…for now.
I drove back to Fangtasia in a slowly building rage, determined to fuck Sookie Stackhouse out of my consciousness. I would have prefered silver to how she was consuming my every waking thought and invading my desires. I must not allow it to continue. Period. I must forget her. And forget her through fucking another woman senseless I shall. Maybe fate shall smile on me, and send me a toy that likes pain.
Staking to my throne, I kicked several fawning admirers for the sheer pleasure. It was the most liberated I had felt all night. My higher violence level hinted that my mood was "off", lets say, but it always brought out a few more adventurous worshippers. No matter, I had to pick out my prey for the evening. I scanned the room, searching for a fangbanger to meet my standards. None did. Surprise, surprise. But there was one. She looked like her. She was not quite as delicate, and her nose was hideous…but she was close enough.
I looked to make eye contact with Pam. She would need to assume my spot once I left with my…amusement…for the evening. My absence has already been bad enough for business. We couldn't afford to lose any of Pam's male and female following, which has grown to be much bigger than mine. Its Pam's showmanship really; she loves the attention. Except for right now. Strange. She seemed engrossed in text-messaging someone with her legendary smirk. Please let it be good news. Like Compton was killed—that would certainly brighten my night.
"I better get handsomely rewarded for this," she drolled with a hint of amusement in her voice. She handed me her phone. It was from Sookie: "Should I call him? I want to apologize and explain. I like him Pam."
Three little words sent me into a tailspin. Bill is clearly out of her heart. But where was I?
No matter, my faltering resolve had broken. I was hers.
Lost and shocked, I was spured into action by Pamela. "Go quickly. You have only 4 hours till dawn. I'd suggest you fly," she grinned.
"Thank you child," I managed and rushed out through the back of the club. "Give me speed," I murmered as I look flight.
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