Hey girlies! Thank you so much for the awesome response to the last chapter. I'm so glad you're all enjoying it. Sorry it's taken yet another week to post this, but I think it's safe to say this'll be a pattern.

Big thanks go to Anne (Northwomn) for fixing my mistakes for me this chappy. I always appreciate her insight and her opinion. Plus, I know how she loves to be the first to read an update, hehe.

So...I don't own the story, I just play with it.


I kept looking at Eric and he, at me.

"What's he doing here?" he demanded.

"I gave him your address some time ago. Told him that if I ever go missing again, he should come look for you, because you'll know how to find me at the very least. Maybe you should go alone. I'll stay here," I said.

"Sookie, you can see your brother if you want. Although he could divulge our secret, I'm sure there are ways to avoid that if need be," he said, a warm look in his eyes as he stroked my cheek.

"I know. We'll see how it goes. He's really distressed. I can't read him properly."

"I'll go see him. Just listen in and interrupt if you want. Remember, I'm not opposed to him knowing. He's the only family you have left. Also, keep your breath if you do come down."

I was left alone in the bathroom as Eric zipped down the stairs. I wondered if he even grabbed a robe on his way down.

I stopped the water and wrapped myself in an old robe I'd left at his house a long time ago. I propped myself against the bedroom wall and listened in, the worry that I might kill my brother if I saw him, nagging at the back of my mind.

Jason was talking really fast, telling Eric that it's all come down on him.

"Nobody's seen Sookie for days and I know you guys had a falling out or whatever, but she said you could find her if she disappeared. I'm worried about her, although I have a feeling she's ok and all, but I just wanted to check and see if you knew anything."

"Your sister is ok, Jason, yes," Eric said patiently.

"I was just looking for her to tell her about what happened tonight and I couldn't find her. I thought she was just out the other day when I went by, but she still wasn't there and I didn't smell any new trail of hers there. Hey! I can smell her here. She was here!" he said, proud to have figured that one out.

"Yes. What did you have to tell her, Jason?"

"Michelle. She was… God, she was killed earlier. I have no idea what happened. I was at work all day and then went to get a beer with Hoyt, ya know. And I came home and I found her there," Jason said, sounding panicked. "On the porch. I have no idea what did that to her. She looked horrible. The scent wasn't familiar. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come, but I have no idea what to do. I called the cops and everything and they came over. I just couldn't be there anymore. Went looking for Sook. Sorry, man."

In a second, I was downstairs, hugging my brother. He stiffened for a second, taken by surprise by my presence and then he relaxed in my arms and hugged me back.

I could feel Eric behind me, monitoring me. I was trying really hard not to breathe, so I wouldn't be tempted, by however Jason may have smelled.

"Oh, Sookie, what am I gonna do without her?" he started crying.

"It's ok,Jase. You'll be ok. We'll find out what happened."

"I just actually, really loved her, you know? "

"Yeah, I do. We'll get you through it, hon," I shushed him, petting the back of his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks," he sniffled and broke away from me. "Were you taking a cold shower or something? You're cold."

Oops. I looked to Eric and could sense his amusement at my brother's lack of intuition. He gave me a slight nod, encouraging me to 'fess up.

"Actually, Jason, can you come sit down? I have something to tell you, too."

"Sure. What is it?" he asked, as he was seated on the same couch I had professed my love for Eric, a few nights before.

"I just want you to keep an open mind, ok?" I was actually worried about his reaction. He meant the world to me, even though we may not always have been close. He was my brother, the only family I had that was still on Earth.

"Sure. I love you no matter what," he said, in a once in a lifetime, mushy moment. He really was screwed up over Michelle's death. I knew I wanted to kill whoever hurt that sweet woman; I could easily imagine what was going on through his head without even peaking in.

"Ehm. There's no other way to say this other than just come right out with it. So here goes. I'm a vampire now. I asked Eric to change me."

The silence that hung over the living room was heavy. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, he just stared at me. Eric gave me a slight shrug when I glanced at him and I just kept my position.

"Took you long enough," Jason finally blurted out.

"What?"

"Well, doh! You two love each other, right? He's immortal, you weren't. It doesn't take a genius to know that if you wanted to be together this was the way to do it, right? I mean, I may not be thrilled my sister is a fang now, but it's your damn life."

"Wow, thanks Jason," I said and breathed in a sigh of relief.

That's when it hit me, his smell. Under the wet cat stench there was definite sweetness. So sweet it made my mouth water. I started trembling slightly and Eric was beside me in a blink of an eye.

"What's wrong with her?" Jason asked, panicked once more.

"It's her first night as an immortal, Jason. Under yourwere smell, still lies your faery smell. That's candy for vampires. She's learning to control herself. "

I felt myself get calmer and calmer by the second and knew Eric's influence was there. I relaxed and stopped shaking from trying to control myself.

"Thank you," I told Eric and kissed his chin.

"What? You ok now?" my brother asked.

"Yeah. Eric helped me calm down. Listen, we have this whole plan. We're leaving town. There are some people that really want to take me away for my mind reading. I wasn't intending to let you know because you can be glamoured and our secret can be revealed. I didn't think you'd want to come along because you had Michelle. Now that she's gone, you're welcome to come along. If you want," I said and I lowered my shields to see if Eric was ok with my proposal.

There was nothing in his thoughts to indicate I'd done anything wrong, so I relaxed.

"I'll, yeah, I'll think about it. What's your plan?"

I started filling him in on everything and he even came up with a few ideas on his own. Dawn was nearing fast and by the time I told him he had agreed to join us. I was thrilled I wouldn't have to part with him, although the reasons that were pushing him out of Bon Temps were sad. I promised myself that when we'd be able to return, Michelle's killer would find their end.

Eric passed Jason the keys to one of his cars and when my brother was out the door to prepare for our departure, I zipped upstairs, straight to the fridge that held the blood bags. One was in the microwave by the time Eric joined me.

His hand rubbed my back in a soothing way until the microwave dinged. I only had the patience to put it into a glass before chugging it down.

"Are you ok?" he asked cautiously.

"Yeah, now I am. Who the fuck would want to kill Michelle? Goddamnit!"

My mood was changing fast and with the blood I'd just ingested and the anger I was feeling, my fangs were down and I could feel my anger boiling right under my skin, threatening to come out. Alarmed, Eric started sending calming vibes through the bond, trying to temper me down. His hands wrapped around me and the combined bond and contact made me leave out a huff of relief that took out all the anger in me.

"Thank you," I breathed out.

"You're welcome, Lover. Let's take a quick shower before the Sun comes up."

He led me to the bathroom and we both got under the jets. We were surprisingly hands-off. We were normally pretty horny whenever we found ourselves in the same bathroom, clawing at each other. Tonight, we both had a lot on our minds.

That was probably good, however, since there wasn't much time before sunrise.

We toweled off and I barely got in bed and managed to kiss Eric before I slipped away.

-/-

The room was dark, everything was hurting. Burning. My skin was wrapped up tightly and I could feel something wet coming down my ears.

Hope. I hoped someone was coming. I knew someone was coming. I could feel it. Coming closer, closer. The pull knotted my stomach, but I gritted my teeth through it. I'm here, I thought to him. I'm here.

And then the door opened. His tall figure filled the door and I could smell the blood on his hands and sword before everything went black.

-/-

As my senses came back to me, I could feel Eric's hand on my breast and his mouth on my neck, his fangs scratching against my skin. My back arched, putting my body closer to his. My legs parted to make room for him and then his fangs punctured my skin. The next hour passed in a haze of pants and growls and orgasms.

It was amazing; I felt just as good when he bit me now as I did when I was human. I reveled in the afterglow, with him by my side, as I tried not to think of anything.

Tonight was the night. We were dying tonight and we had to make everything perfect. No traces had to be left behind, but those we wanted to leave.

"Come, my love. We must go."

"I know."

I really felt good where I was right then. I didn't want to move much, but I guess I had to since time was ticking.

I got dressed in the black tight suit Pam brought the night before and got a pair of normal pants on top of them. With that and the coat, it should be enough to make it seem I was just plain old me. I went to quickly do my makeup, putting on some light lipstick and some eyeliner, as usual. I brushed my hair and put in a pink barrette in. There, plain ol' human.

Eric was dressed in his usualFangtasiagarb– black jeans, black wifebeater and his leather jacket.

I was surprised to see Jason had done everything as planned. My car was in front of Eric's house and so was Eric's other Corvette. We got in the car and drove to the other house that would burn down by dawn.

I didn't bother taking out my coat or shoes as we walked inside, hand in hand. Before I knew what happened, Eric had me pressed against a wall. His lips were on mine and his hands on my hips, pulling me against him.

I pushed him away. "Eric, I want to go with you. Will you take me with you? I've always wanted to see Spain. I know you lived there for some time."

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go, Lover," he said and I knew he wasn't acting in that moment.

"We'll travel the world then, yes? Show me where you've spent your thousand years."

"Anything for you, Lover. A day there, a week there and you'll be forty by the time we're done with the tour."

"Yes, but what a great way to spend ten years," I smiled and pressed my lips to his.

"Come, I have some business to attend to. We can make plans on the way," he said and that was our cue to get out.

We'd played our part and by the smell of the house, so had Jason. He must have rubbed himself all over the walls to have the sunshine smell all over the place, like I was just as human as I've always been and as if I've spent a lot of time there.

Eric drove us back to his other house and I climbed out, got in my beat up car and waved at him as we set on the second part of the plan.

He followed me down the road until the first crossroad. I took a left towards Bon Temps and he made a right turn towards Pam's place.

I drove slowly although, for the first time, I understood why Eric had a lead foot. I was becoming impatient really fast. When you could easily outrun the car you were driving in, speed limits seemed silly. I took out the thermos from my bag and opened it, taking a slug of the blood Eric'd put there. He wanted to make sure I didn't kill my brother because of sudden bloodlust.

He was doing it for me. I'm sure it would have been more convenient for everyone if Jason weren't around, if he weren't linked to me. But he was. And he respected that.

By the time I was parked in front of his house, I had drained my bottle and fortunately I didn't have to wait long before Jason was out the door. I really couldn't look towards the house since Bud had yet to take the yellow police tape off the railings.

Jason got in, took his seat beside me and took my hand in his, giving it a squeeze. I returned the gesture and put the car in drive.

Eric and Pam were already inside, judging by the car parked behind.

"Eric!" I yelled out, loud enough for anyone to hear as I opened the back door.

"In the office, Sookie!" he yelled back.

I liked Fangtasia to a certain point, but Monday nights were the best since it was closed. I didn't have to listen to fangbangers and overly glamoured bitches that were in heat over Eric, so I loved it tonight. I felt like I was saying goodbye to the place that's meant so much to me over the years, and in a way I guess I was.

This is where I met Eric, where I nearly died by Long Shadow's hand, where I got cured after the Maenaed attacked me, where I pledged myself to Eric. So many more memories came to me and then, as I saw the closed door of Eric's, it all came back to me.

I panicked instantly and he was beside me in an instant, opening the door and hugging me.

"What is it? What's got you panicked?" he asked.

"Sis, what's wrong?" Jason asked from beside me.

My hands were shaking and I clutched to Eric with everything I had.

"Eric, someone's going to kidnap me."

"What? Did you hear someone? How did you come about this? You were ok just now."

"No, no. Can we go in the office please?"

He lifted me and carried me inside, setting me on the couch.

"Speak," he ordered.

"I dreamt it, I think. But it didn't feel like a dream. I was there. My skin was burning, my ears were bleeding and I was hurting. I could feel you getting closer and then you were there, sword in hand, bursting through the door to the room that was my prison."

"Sookie, vampires don't dream," he said in a level voice.

"Well I did. Or I think I did. I don't know," I buried my head in my hands.

"When did this happen?" Pam's voice came from behind me.

"Tonight. I just didn't remember it right away. It's like when you wake up, try to remember what you dreamt of and you really can't."

"That happens to me all the time. Shit, Sook, I dream of beer and whatever. Your mind's fucked up," Jason burst out.

Eric growled and I put a hand over his. This was not the time for this.

"I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't remember it, Eric. I saw the closed door to your office, with light coming from underneath and that's when everything came back to me. Why did this happen to me?"

"I don't know, Sookie, but we'll figure it out. Vampires don't dream. Neither I, nor Pam have since we were turned. We just die for the day and sometimes we can be awoken, like when you saved us in Rhodes. Other than that, we're dead."

"I don't remember anything else but the dream until… you know," I said, and I would have blushed if possible.

"Well, we're just going to have to be extra careful then. You shall not leave my side or Pam's until we figure everything all out."

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Jason asked, sounding offended.

"No, but you're half a were. She's going to try and save you instead of saving herself."

"She'll do that if you're there too," he huffed and I knew he was right. I'd sacrifice my life for any of theirs.

"We're more powerful than you; we're harder to take out." Eric's voice indicated the debate was over.

"Ok. What time is it? Shall we go?"

"Yes, take off your coat and your pants, we need to dress the body. Jason, you too. Pam has some clothes for you. "

Jason followed Pam in the other room and I did as Eric asked of me, glad to be rid of the extra layers. I was, however sad my coat would not survive the night.

"I'll get you another, that looks the same," he said softly, his arms encircling me.

He knew it was more than a coat to me. He knew that it meant a lot to me because it was from him, because he gave it to me even though he didn't remember why I needed another when he got it for me. It showed he cared for me even when he didn't remember our time.

"Thank you, but it's this one that's dear to me. I have you now; I don't need the reminder you care for me."

"I'm glad you think so, Lover," he said, pressing a kiss to my lips.

Pam was tapping her foot anxiously.

"Can we get a move on? We must go and those bodies will not dress themselves."

If my back wasn't towards her, I'd have bet I could see her rolling her eyes right about now.

From there on, everything was a blur. I helped Eric dress the woman in my clothes, while Jason was whining about seeing another man's junk as he dressed the corpse in his own pants. Pam had done well. The Jane Doe she found at the nearby morgue looked a bit like me, and Joe at least was Jason's height. There wouldn't be much of them left to identify anyway.

We placed the bodies on the sofa, grabbed our stuff and took the stairs towards the dungeon.

Everything looked creepy down there, but I guess it did have its purpose. Violence wasn't an answer, but it sure helped when you didn't want to die.

Eric went ahead, tapping the stone wall that looked solid even to my new overly perceptive eyes. He pressed it in just the right places and then a door revealed itself to the left, sliding back to give us access. We all entered the tunnel and Eric placed another bomb on the wall there, like he'd done at every step along the way.

I knew the biggest bomb was sitting right under his throne in the bar, which was Eric's way of saying "goodbye and fuck you" to the long years he's spent as the main attraction to the "vermin".

The stone wall closed behind us and then, a few minutes later, we encountered another door. Eric opened that one as well, after maneuvering around us in the tight space. After that, the tunnel narrowed down even more. The click of the door behind us, left us in complete darkness, and Jason had to hold onto Pam so he wouldn't trip and fall.

Ten minutes later, I could nearly see the end of the tunnel, when Eric stopped. He took out the remote he'd been carrying and pressed the button.

The chain reaction bombs started going off and explosion after explosion filled our ears.

Fangtasia was down.


I know some of you were worried how it was out of character for Sookie to let innocents die. Well, I never even thought of bombing it when it was crowded, honestly. So that clears it.

Just a heads up though, Sookie's not human anymore. Her moral lines have turned into blurs long time ago and now that she's a vampire she won't hesitate to slap a bitch, if you know what I mean. Her skin'll thicken even more and her queasiness with ugly things will die eventually. She'll not lose her compassion, but she won't tolerate things she'd let pass in the past.

So, what's up with that dream, eh? Will Jason be a dead weight or will he be helpfull?

I love your reviews, so let me know what you think!

xoxo

Gaby