Thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first chapter! I was pleased to see so many requests for more chapters, so here you are...part 2-

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Sookie stepped out of Merlotte's, enjoying the setting sun as she walked towards her car and settled in to the worn drivers seat. Suddenly, she felt an odd feeling of anticipation sweep through her, a crazy mixture of anger, elation and confusion. What the hell?

It wasn't the first time she'd felt like this. In the last month, she would often feel a sudden sensation of feeling, whether it was amusement, frustration, or even a strange sense of longing. It was almost as though her feelings weren't her own anymore.

"I'm goin' crazy," she muttered as she drove home. Was this some new fairy blood issue? Great. She was like cocaine for vamps, she had to suffer through the thoughts of every person she passed by, and now she was going crazy. Muttering to herself as she turned off onto her driveway, she didn't even notice the vampire on her porch.

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Eric watched her drive in, his anticipation growing even as he felt her irritation. Finally, he would find out what happened. Why he had bonded with the delectable Sookie, what he had been doing during those missing weeks.

He leaned forward in the chair, smiling as he listened to her slam the door. While he'd never felt the need for a blood bond before, he had to admit the idea of sharing such intimacy with Sookie was surprisingly pleasing. Of course, he'd like to share other things with Sookie, as well, and not just in those disconcerting dreams he kept having. There had always been something about her that entranced him, not just that lush little body and her sweet blood, but her determination, her unflinching honestly, even her sense of goodness. She was like a little warrior that was determined to protect those in her life, at any cost. Even him, despite her continually mixed feelings about him.

As she saw him in the soft moonlight, she frowned, making him grin at her. No more hiding for the delectable Miss Stackhouse. It was time she told him everything.

If he thinks I'm gonna tell him anything, he better think again, she thought mutinously as she looked up at the golden haired Viking currently lounging on her front porch. He was, as always, smolderingly sexy, his hair swept back from his face, the leather jacket framing his tall, lean physique. Smolderingly sexy, orgasmically attractive, and he knew it. The man she loved, but not.

She couldn't honestly deny her attraction to the man in front of her. After all, he was a large part of what had made her fall in love with his amnesiac self. Eric was sarcastic and overly confident, but there was a part of him that did care- about Pam, about Godric, and sometimes she had thought possibly about her. "The others gave up on you. I never did."

"What are you doin' here, Eric?"

"Now, is that any way to greet the man who gave you a house?" He raised an eyebrow, feeling her irritation as clearly as he felt his own amusement. He had to admit Sookie was his favorite person to verbally spar with.

"Gave me back the house you never should have bought, you mean?" She crossed her arms, tilting her head to the side, her ponytail swinging gently in the soft wind. "Thanks for fixin' it up, but I promised you I would find a way to pay you back."

"Then pay me back." The amusement faded from his voice, "Tell me what happened while I was here."

Her heart quickened, and he saw a quick flash of something in her eyes before she smiled coolly, "What do you mean, what happened? You hid here, in your cubby."

"For two weeks I sat in the cubby and did nothing else?" He strolled over to her, eyes narrowed on hers as she leaned back against the railing. "Do you really expect me to believe that?"

She shrugged, "Believe what you want, Eric. That's what happened."

Their gazes met, hers defiant, his coolly disbelieving. "Sooner or later I'll find out, Sookie."

"Find out what? That you were bored?" She laughed wryly, "Go right ahead, if you want. You're just wastin' your time."

Looking at her, with only a few inches separating them, he had an incredible urge to slide his hands over her, to pull her against him and taste that sweet mouth, to slide his fangs down the smooth column of her neck and taste her warm, delicious blood. Reaching out, he slid his pale hand over the blond hair, caressing her neck softly as she automatically tipped her head to the side for him. The light breeze slid over both of them as the silence lengthened.

Sookie felt as though she were frozen, his searching blue gaze on her as his fingers softly traced her throat. His touch made her ache, his mere presence setting her blood on fire. She could try all she liked to separate this Eric from the one that had stayed at her house, but her heart was struggling mightily to tell the difference.

His fangs came out, his need for her, for all of her, almost overwhelming. He leaned forward, fangs ever so gently scraping her neck, smelling the sweet scent of the sun, of honey and wheat, of smiles and sadness.

With regret, he retracted his fangs, moving his mouth to her ear, "Hide away all you like, Sookie. But your blood courses through my veins, and mine through yours. Your feelings are mine. Sooner or later, you will come to me, and not just in dreams like last night." He gave her a soft kiss on her exposed neck, then turned and disappeared in less than a second as she stared after him, startled.

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She tossed and turned in bed, desperately trying to decide what Eric meant. She had given him blood before, had been tricked into taking his, and he knew that. So, why had he acted as though something much more important had happened, as though he knew all about her dream in the forest from last night?

She had watched him bite his hand, blood from her vein still on his mouth. He offered her his palm, his red blood seeping from the puncture marks.

"But I'm n-not injured." She had stammered, confused.

"We will be One," he had replied, their gazes colliding as she looked at him searchingly. Slowly, she brought his palm to her mouth, at first hesitatingly sucking a trickle of his blood, then as a sweet zing rushed through her, she had felt greedy, sucking more as he groaned roughly, his body moving restlessly as she whimpered in pleasure….

She shook her head, reaching out to turn on the light. What had he meant by that?

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Bill opened the door to his living room, nodding at the guard to step out."Sookie? Is everything alright?" She looked frazzled, her hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing shorts and an old Bon Temps sweatshirt.

"I've got a question I really need you to answer for me."

"Of course." He reached for the decanter of blood on a table. "How can I help?"

She bit her lower lip nervously, hesitating for a moment before slowly asking, "I know that if a human feeds off a vampire, you then have a bond."

He looked at her curiously, "Yes. As you know, that vampire will be able to briefly sense your feelings, to find you, whether that's what you want or not."

She nodded, "And if a vampire feeds off a human?"

He shrugged, "Virtually nothing. It would be..inconvenient…if the humans we fed off of could sense us, our feelings or locations."

Looking much happier, she reached for her purse, just as he mused, "Unless of course there was a blood bond between the two."

Sookie stiffened, "What do you mean?"

"Sookie-"

"What if a human drank from a vampire when they weren't injured?"

"If they weren't injured?" He looked at her seriously, "Did you have Eric's blood?"

"What if I did? Wouldn't it just be like when he tricked me in Dallas?" She looked anxiously up at him, and he began to feel dread spread through him.

"Did he feed from you at the same time?"

"I-"She flushed pink, "I should go. I'm sorry I bothered you with this." She grabbed her purse and stepped towards the door, his quiet words stopping her in her tracks.

"If he fed from you and then you reciprocated at virtually the same time, vampires call that a blood bond. " As she turned towards him, he continued. "He'll know your feelings, be able to find you. But you'll also be able to sense how he's feeling at any given time. You'll be—connected to each other. And with a vampire as old as Eric, his blood will provide a very strong bond."

"Like sharing dreams?" She whispered.

"Yes." He was even paler than usual. "And it is a bond that is recognized by other vampires." Bill didn't have to clarify any further. She was, in vampire speak, Eric's. "You….Are…MINE…"

She swallowed, straightening her shoulders. "Thank you, Bill."

He followed her to the front door, feeling anger at Eric, worry for Sookie. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Can you break the blood bond?"

He shook his head, "No."

"Then I guess not."

She walked home through the graveyard, lost in thought. Eric obviously knew that they were blood bonded, but he still knew nothing of what happened when he lost his memory, when or how they had bonded, what all had occurred. And it was darn well going to stay that way. She may have blood bonded with a sweet and caring Eric, but she would be damned if his cocky, arrogant everyday ass of a self was going to take advantage of it.