Hi everyone! As promised, here is chapter 18. Be aware that this chapter is NSFW! A big thank you goes to InvertedMeridian for being my lovely beta again.

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Chapter 18 - Float

Eric grabbed hold of Pam and I took Jason, while Russell choose to tail behind. I smiled as Jason's thoughts immediately went to Pam and how he could help. He wondered if perhaps she'd need for him to provide some blood, since he was, after all, the only human in the group. Well, mostly human anyway.

I had no issues if the two of them got up close and personal, and Pam truly needed some blood. I might have been able to heal her, but she was still weak after the night she'd had. I didn't even want to imagine what she must have gone through, and I hoped she'd never be put in that position ever again.

When Eric was removing the silver from her skin, I had noticed with some surprise that his own didn't burn at the contact. Russell had said something about that big burst of energy that happened what felt like forever ago, although really it was only a few weeks past.

If Eric was now able to touch silver without getting hurt, and Jason had become able to change into a full were, what was Pam able to do now? She obviously didn't have the same gift as our Maker.

We were getting closer to Bon Temps and I could see the small lake in the distance, which meant we'd soon be at Jason's place. I just hoped that the basement was easy to light-tight or we'd be in trouble come sunrise.

We all landed on the patch of ground in front of Jason's house and I was sad to see there was still yellow police tape on the porch. The ground where Michelle had died still held some of the evidence of the violent end she'd met. I quickly pulled up my shields to give Jason privacy with his own grief.

Eric came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck, goose bumps breaking over the spot. He was feeling exultant after the fight and the fact that Pam was safe had put him in a good mood. Don't get me wrong, he was still murderous, but right now the ones to blame weren't around.

"Jase, you have to invite us in," I told him.

He looked back at me, bewildered, before he remembered how much things had changed over the past weeks. A smile tugged at his lips as he turned back towards the porch, marching up the steps and ripping up the yellow tape. He grabbed the key from above the door and opened up. Once inside he issued the invitation for all of us.

Eric and Russell quickly found the basement entrance and went to investigate what needed to be done.

Jason went to the fridge, but stopped short of opening the door. He probably remembered how long he'd been away from home and exactly what smells could fill up the room.

I walked slowly into the living room, stopping in front of the pictures Jason had on the fireplace mantle. There was one depicting the both of us and mom and dad, on the pier behind the house. I couldn't have been older than five in that picture.

I had no pleasant memories of my mom, but dad I missed. He'd always been the one to hug me tightly before bed. He was the one who wasn't afraid of me. To him I was his little princes, not some freak.

Another picture was with Jase and me in the school yard. I had just graduated from high school and he was so proud of me. Gran had taken the picture that day.

Pam approached me, her fingers touching my shoulder.

"You were beautiful as a child, Sookie."

"Thank you. I'm sure you were quite the doll when you were small as well."

Pam took a second to respond. "I don't remember too many things," she said, her tone pensive. "I was a little pudgier as a child and I hated all the dresses my mother put me in as I always wanted to run around with the boys. Of course, that was frowned upon, but I always ended up in the same crowd. Scraped knees were a daily injury for her to tend. By the time I was a teenager, though, she never let me be myself, and then there was the arranged marriage they wanted for me. I am glad Eric found me when he did," Pam said.

I looked back at her and wrapped my arm around her waist. "I am happy he did, too."

There was silence between us for a few moments before I spoke again. "I am glad you're ok, Pam and I'm sorry we took so long to get to you."

"It's a good thing you held him back. Things would have been more difficult had you all came yesterday. It wasn't safe."

I nodded. I knew that. It didn't make me feel any better for how much she suffered, though.

Eric came into the room, Russell on his trail. "We need blankets, cardboard, some tape and anything else you can find to seal up the entrances and windows."

With such a firm order, everyone went to search for whatever they could find with Jason leading the way to some of the supplies we needed.

Fifteen minutes later we were about done locking the place down. There wasn't much we could do about really securing the place to make sure no one broke in, but Jason said he'd be on the lookout while we rested. He slept lightly anyway, so he'd hear if anyone came snooping around.

With one more hour until sunrise, Jason asked Pam if she'd like to feed, offering his blood. I could see surprise written all over her usually well-crafted poker face, which made me smile. Russell announced he would be downstairs reading as Eric tugged on my hand.

He led me outside, through the back door, scooped me up in his arms and flew us to the lake shore farthest away from the house. Placing me on my feet, he quickly closed the distance between us, crushing his lips to mine.

I could feel his urgency, his lust, his desire to feel close to me. I was surprised he'd lasted this long before attacking me considering the bloodlust I felt from him earlier while making our way through that goddamn warehouse.

His fingers worked through the buttons of my blouse with a lot more patience than I thought he would have. I tugged at his own shirt, my need and desire overwhelming me. My skin was ablaze everywhere he touched me and I thought I would combust.

I was suddenly reminded that I was indeed a newborn vampire as I attacked him. His belt ended up in pieces, while his pants only survived because he was the one to push them down. My leggings had disappeared somehow and he was backing me into the water.

The cool liquid made my skin burn even hotter as his hands traveled up and down my body, tugging moans from deep inside me. My hands wrapped around his neck and my legs found their way around his waist.

Perfect.

"Sookie," he uttered as I nicked his lip with my fangs, sucking on the small wound.

In two strides we were in deep water, his fingers finally going where I needed them most. He touched my pussy, matching the strokes of his fingers with those of his tongue, effectively making me feel crazed.

"Eric," I moaned as I struggled for some control over myself. He heard the pleading in my voice and pushed his cock into my folds, teasing me for a few seconds as he ground into me. I shifted my hips in frustration, seeking to get the angle that will finally send him into me.

I let out a strangled cry as he made his way inside of me, filling me up as only he could. Eric's lips were ghosting over my neck as his strong hands guided my ass up and down his dick.

With each stroke my body shook harder, my orgasm imminent. His fangs scratched my neck and that was it for me. I came hard, clutching to his body. A few seconds later he followed with a roar.

We stayed there, embraced, for a while, until the sky started to lighten. We didn't talk; we didn't need to. We already knew what the other was feeling and were just basking in our bond.

Finally, we went out of the water, dried off as best we could, got our clothes back on and flew back to the house. Jason was already snoozing on the couch in the living room. He rose a bit when we got in, saw it was us, and went back to sleep.

We descended to the basement, shut the door and covered it with a blanket and a bunch of duck tape. Pam and Russell were already laying on an old mattress in the far corner and we joined them on another one that had been placed near it.

"Tomorrow we look for Victor," Eric said. I could feel his anger boiling again and knew that once he got his hands on Victor, that'd be the end of him.

"I can't shake the feeling that there's something amiss here. I heard nothing of Felipe from Victor last night," Pam recalled.

"You think there's someone else behind this?" Russell asked.

"Either that or he's working alone."

"I don't think he has the balls to do this on his own. But maybe he's trying to get away from Felipe or maybe get into his good graces by getting control over Sookie."

"Sookie?" Eric asked, a tinge of surprise.

"Yes, he called her 'his telepath'."

Anger spiked through Eric and I had to remind him that there's no way that would ever happen.

Soon our discussion was put on hold as the Sun pulled us under.

The following evening we rose ready to go sketch a new plan. Jason would want to be in on it so we just waited until it was safe to actually get out of the light-tight basement to discuss things over.

Jason looked relatively fresh as we went up the stairs. It seemed he'd gotten some sleep at least.

"Hey, y'all. Everything was quiet today. Couldn't sense anyone around the property," he said.

Eric nodded in thanks before going over to the kitchen table. "Jason, do you have a map of the area?"

Once the map was spread out on the table, we began planning. We marked the place where Victor could be and a route to visit them all. Depending on how the plan went, we'd come back here or go back to Mississippi.

Before we could leave, I felt it. A vampire, approaching quickly.

"He's here," I said.

Eric's fangs ran out as he went for the front door, slamming it open. Twenty feet away from the door was Victor.

"I thought I'd find you all here. Nice stunt you pulled there. Faking your death, Northman? Tsk, tsk, tsk. All for a bloodbag?"

"Fuck you!" Eric said.

"Is she that fucking precious that you'd disobey your king?"

Anger rolled through me. I stepped out behind Eric and popped my fangs.

"Oh, I see. Even better, I suppose. Once Northman is dead, you'll become my bitch for eternity and I won't even have to sense all your fucking feelings through the process."

With that, Eric was speeding towards him, throwing a punch that put Victor ten feet back. Victor spit blood, but smirked at Eric.

"What the fuck do you think you'll get with this stunt, Victor?"

"That doesn't really concern you, now, does it? You'll be dead anyway."

Eric smirked, squared off his shoulder and took another few steps towards his prey. "Is that right?"

"I'll make sure of it," Victor taunted and lunged for Eric.

I was getting glimpses from Victor's mind. His plans for Felipe, for Louisiana, why he wanted me, what he'd done to get me, and I suddenly felt sick.

Eric was holding Victor by the neck, a foot up in the air, squeezing him with a sneer on his face.

"Eric, he killed Michelle," I said.

I heard a sudden ripping sound and a huge panther leapt forward from the house. Jason surged towards the two fighting vampires and with a quick jump, he snatched Victor from Eric's hand, slamming him to the ground, his heavy paws on his chest, his sharp teeth at his neck.

For a brief second, Victor's mind went to the puzzle piece I had been missing and then it all made sense.

The panther tore through the vampire's throat savagely, his head ripping from side to side, making sure to do as much damage as possible. It was my vision turning to reality once more.