Authors Note:/ had trouble getting chapter 2 to load, not sure what was up with that, but I am a newbie at this so it cold very well have been operator error. Anyway, here is how Sookie ended up in Eric's room. This chapter is a little graphic, don't say I didn't warn ya. If you need a disclaimer you didn't read chapter 1!

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Chapter 3

SPOV

Well, Jason and I had been living in NYC for about six months, and things had been going pretty good for us. We found a affordable two bedroom apartment, Jason's 10,000 dollars really helped get us set up nice. I found a job at a bar a couple blocks from home. I know my strengths, and with blonde hair, big tits, and a cute little southern accent, I made serious bank in tips. On a real good night I could walk out with close to 500 bucks!

Little did I know, while I was planning for my future, investing my 200k (I gave Jason the other 50k, he was mad I didn't part with more, but he got over it when he saw his account balance) Jason's investments were not what you would call legal. He had been withdrawn for a couple of weeks, and then went missing for almost two days. The police said I had to wait 48 hours to file a missing persons report and I was patiently waiting for the right time to call them back when Jason burst through the door.

"Where in the hell have you been Jason!"

"Sook, we aint got time for all that right now. You gotta help me...please Sook I need 100,00 dollars by tomorrow night at midnight or shits gonna be bad. Fuck! I am so sorry Sook!"

"It is 6:30pm on a Friday, Jason, my money is in the bank. I won't have access to anything like that until Monday morning. Can't you just ask for a couple more days? And what have you done, shit Jason, what are you involved in?"

I never liked to peek into peoples minds if I could avoid it, let alone charge my way in looking for info. I have learned there are some things I just don't want to know. This was one of those times. Turns out my dear sweet brother Jason has been running drugs for some local gangster types. He had been doing really "good" and they decided to move him up. More weight, more money, lot more profit…until Jason runs his mouth off at a party to the wrong guys and they kick his ass and rob him. He had just dropped off his latest package at said party and the payment was still in his inside coat pocket. 100k really doesn't take up much space when its in 1000 dollar bills.

Two weeks go by, Jason had been ducking his boss, making excuses, when finally his boss had him picked up, demanded his money. But Jason has no money. He didn't just ask me for it sooner because he didn't want me to know what he had been doing, so now he was pretty much fucked. His boss took pity on him though, he had until Sat. night at midnight to show up with the money or he would be sorry. All the sudden it got real hard to read Jason. There was something that he was hiding from me and trying real hard not to think about. I caught him off guard and grabbed his face in my hands. What I saw made my blood run cold.

As punishment for not having the money, they were gonna take me. I could actually hear the voice echoing in Jason's head of just what they would do to me. 'you got a pretty little sister there Jason…think I may have to use her to teach you a lesson. Think I may have to call up 10 of my best guys, let each one have a turn. That's of course after I'm done with her. I'll bet she's got a tight little ass. She can watch the guys that aren't busy fucking her beat you to death, it's kinda poetic really'

We did the only thing we could do in that situation, we went to Atlantic city.

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"Little one, I hate to stop you, but why would you go to Atlantic City?"

"Texas Hold'em"

"Can you be more specific"

"I'm really good at counting cards" At this he raises and eyebrow at me. "Seriously, since I was a kid, just came natural to me" I tried to sound convincing, not to sure how well that went over, but he didn't say anything else.

"Can I have some water please?" I was still sitting on Eric's lap. Strangely I hadn't really noticed until then. He was actually being quite the gentleman, lap sitting aside. He had even been rubbing my back this whole time, keeping me calm. I moved to the couch beside him and he went to get me a bottled water from the fridge across the room. I saw some True Blood in there too, but he didn't grab one. He sat down next to me and draped his arm over the back of the couch.

"Why are you being so nice to me?

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No! It's just you're a vampire and I'm just dinner and some entertainment to you right? One of the vamps last night said all blood bags like me were good for was a feed and a fuck….So why are you being so nice?"

"You are the first human in over 200 years to intrigue me Sookie, I find myself wanting to know all about you. That and I want to fuck you." I felt that blush all the way to my toes.

"Shall I continue my story?" I needed to change the subject.

"Please do."

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We hopped in Jason's truck(he wouldn't see it when we moved and he paid through the nose for parking) and when we got to Atlantic City, we got directions to what was by far the hottest casino in the city. 'Vermilion' was certainly popular. And evidently owned and operated by vamps. We took the five grand we pulled together from my tips from the week, what we could get out of the atm and the little, that Jason had lying around from his last job. Jason found a good looking table and we sat down, ready to make some cash at poker. I didn't want to do this, but it was life or death at that point. I apologized to Gran for what I was about to do and lowered my shields and focused on the brains at the table with us.

Things had been going well, I tried to make it look like Jason just had really good luck, even had him loose a few hands, not much, but enough to keep any real suspicion off us. Then Jason decided to be greedy. We had the hundred grand and a few grand more, but now Jason didn't want to stop like we agreed. He made a bit of scene when I told him we should just cash out and be on our way and I thought the whole thing had blown over when I agreed to stay for three more hands. Turns out we were noticed by a vampire security guy. He thought our argument sounded strange. When he saw how many chips we had, he really started to pay attention. I still don't know how, but he caught signaling Jason, and before we knew what was happening, we were being escorted down a long hallway by two vampires.

As usual Jason had to prove himself stupid and tried to struggle, but one good backhand to the face shut him and his left eye right up. One of the vamps eyed me, "don't worry sweetie, we'll make sure you stay pretty, the King's here tonight and he'll want to take a look at you"

I knew from the look on his face what he meant by that and I could feel the bile start to rise. I just barely managed to keep myself from getting sick when we turned the corner and stopped at an ornately carved door. The vamps ushered us inside and behind the desk across the room sat the most disgusting man…no, thing I have ever had the displeasure to meet.

He introduced himself as Richard Harmon, said he was owner of the casino and we wanted to know why we thought we could steal from him, and steal so much. Did we not value our lives?. We denied everything at first of course. That's when they decided to work on Jason. They started with his fingers, breaking random bones, a finger here, a metacarpal there. When they shattered his right elbow, I was done, I admitted to cheating. I told them everything, the counting cards, the signals, even why we needed the money. Didn't matter by that point, they never intended either for either of us to leave that room alive.

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I started to panic again as I began to relive the events of the night before. I guess I had pushed it all aside, some sort of coping mechanism, but now I was right back there, I felt all the same fear, revulsion, and torment. Only this time I knew what was coming.

Eric noticed the change in my demeanor immediately. My heart rate was racing again, my breath catching in my throat. He took my hand in his and brought it to his lips. He placed feather light kisses on my knuckles and I turned into his side, still not understanding how or why his presence had become so comforting to me.

"You are safe with me, I promise you. I will let no harm come to you" I nodded and took a deep breath, letting Eric's strength help me finish my tale.

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The King came around from behind the desk and before I could blink, he was at my side. He was maybe six feet tall with a very slim build. His hair was a mousey brown, his eyes a boring blue. Even his outfit, black slacks, black button down shirt only served to highlight his unassuming appearance. He reminded me of a goth Steve Bushemi. If he was but a man, he would be completely unremarkable, but hidden under is lackluster exterior lived a true monster. He grabbed my chin and roughly pulled my face to his.

"Should I grant you mercy? You have stolen from me, do you feel you truly deserve my leniency?"

"Please, we are so sorry, it was a mistake. Please…." I started to choke on my own tears. His tongue darted out and licked at my tears.

"Ahhh, so sweet." he was behind me in a instant, one arm wrapped like a steel band around my waist. He was much stronger than I ever would have guessed.

"I will grant you mercy." he whispered into my ear, his cold breath casing me to shudder. Then I felt his cold wet tongue drag across my skin, from my ear down to shoulder. His free hand found my breast and began to kneed it. I realized then just what he meant by mercy.

"Your brother will not me as fortunate I am afraid." Before I could grasp his meaning, the two guards that had led us here grabbed Jason and sank their fangs into either side of his neck. He screamed once in pain and quickly went limp. The two vamps gorged on his blood, tearing the flesh of his throat open in their frenzy. As I watched the scene before me in horror I began to comprehend just how fucked I really was.

Richard's hand snaked its way from my breast, down my stomach and settled between my thighs. He stroked me through my jeans as he continued to kiss and lick my neck. I could feel his erection rub against my ass. He was clearly enjoying himself.

"You're gonna feel so good wrapped around my dick." he punctuated this statement by thrusting said dick into my side, rubbing it up and down like horny old dog humping a leg. It was then that the two other vamps threw down the lifeless body that was once my brother and I finally gave up all hope that I could get out of this. The king ordered the guards out of the room and the body disposed of. My shirt was ripped from my body before the door had shut behind them. I was now trapped between the desk and a very horny, very deadly vampire.

"I'm gonna enjoy this, and if you taste half as good as you smell, I may even keep you around for a while. Wouldn't you like that?" I was trembling so hard with fear that I couldn't respond.

"Master if I may make a suggestion?" The question came from a small man in the corner of the room that I hadn't noticed before. He was no taller than me, very petite in stature, black hair and very dark eyes.

"Go ahead Vincent."

"She would make a fine gift for the Northman, would she not?" The king pondered this idea for a few minutes, all the while still rubbing against me, squeezing my breasts and stroking me roughly between my legs. Vincent came closer to me and began to run his fingers through my hair. He leaned down and took my left breast in is mouth, sucking my nipple through my bra. I stood stock still, wishing for away out of this, knowing I was out of options.

"What is your blood type pretty girl?" Vincent asked me.

"AB negative." was my whispered response.

"Oh yes, a fine gift, worthy to be given by a king. A pretty little virgin and she AB neg. It will keep him happy and perhaps more likely to agree treaty negotiations. And besides she'll be less resistant when he's through with her. She's far to skittish to properly enjoy now, don't you think Master?" Vincent dropped to his knees and began to lick and nip at me through my jeans. I tried to pull away and began to cry in earnest.

"You are quite right as usual, my childe. Take her back to the Residence. Have her prepared for the Northman, he arrives tomorrow during the day. Have her in his room by dusk." Richard ground his dick into once again and pressed his lips to the shell of my ear.

"Don't be sad pretty girl, we'll have our fun soon enough." He released me then and Vincent began leading me to the door. I didn't fight him, what would be the point.

I think shock was beginning to set in because I zoned out and when I became aware again I was in the back of a limo, alone, with Vincent. I was still in just a bra and my jeans and Vincent was kneeling in from of me undoing my button and sliding down my zipper. He must have noticed the confused terror on my face.

"I know I cannot fuck you now, but I still want to taste you. Your smell…I cannot help my self." I struggled against his efforts, but he was undeterred. He managed to get my jeans past my hips and pulled aside my underwear. His fangs clicked down at the sight of my uncovered pussy. He ran one finger up and down my folds before replacing it with his tongue. He continued on for a few minutes licking at my clit, thrusting at my entrance, my traitorous body bucking at the stimulation while my mind was screaming for it to stop. He pulled away when the limo came to a halt and there was a tap on the glass of the window.

"all right, let's go." I thankfully pulled my pants back up and followed him out the vehicle and in a fancy looking hotel. I stared at my feet, paying no attention to my surroundings. I was vague aware of the elevator and some winding hallways a few floor up. He stopped me in front of a door. Vincent pulled out a key card, opened the door and led me inside.

"They'll be here to get you prepared tomorrow. Don't give them any trouble, it would be a shame to mar such lovely skin so soon." He took my hand and placed in the front of his pants. His dick was hard against my palm. "squeeze it…" he whispered. I did as I was told, I knew that I had no choice. "Harder" again I complied. He grabbed my by the back of my head, pulled my face to his and kissed me hard, forcing his tongue in my mouth. He pulled away with a groan.

"Soon" was all he said and was gone, the door locking behind him. I managed to make it to the bed before I collapsed and cried myself to sleep.