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DISCLAMER: I do not own SVM character's the Brilliant Charlaine Harris does and Alan Ball has TrueBlood… Please don't sue, I have no money I'm not making any money on this and I'm just bored and kinda just mixing it up ;)

Rated M for Language

Chapter 6

SPOV

I woke up in a huge king sized bed and stretched, loving the feel of the Egyptian cotton cocooning by body. I don't even want to leave the bed it's so comfortable, but my body had other plans. I get out of the bed feeling physically spectacular thanks to Eric's blood. I wish his blood could take away the memory of last night.

I make my way to the bathroom and stood there in wonder. The bathroom looked like it belonged in a penthouse suite of a grand hotel it was almost as big as my old bedroom back at Gran's house. The floors were white tile and so shiny I could see my reflections in them. The vanity/sink was marble as was the raised tub that looked like a mini hot tub and walls of the separate shower. The door of the shower was glass so crystal clear it looked like it hadn't ever been used. There was a toilet thank god! Vampires don't need them so I was so thankful for seeing one in front of me.

As I took care of my human needs my stomach started to tell me it was unhappy. I went back into the room put all my things away. No use in keeping them packed I know I ain't going anywhere. I explore my room which is pretty basic with furniture, a bed, dresser, vanity, bedside tables with lamps, but the quality of it and design was just beautiful. The Big picture glass window had a window seat and it over looked I guess would be his backyard. There was huge swimming pool and at one of the ends of it, it looked like it had a little stone cliff complete with waterfall and cave also a beautiful garden. It was gorgeous. When I walked back towards the door to hunt down the kitchen I saw a little note propped up by one of the lamps. It read:

Lover,

I know you are not happy about being here, but please give it a chance. I will tell you everything… all of it. The truth, when you are ready to hear it. I will not push you for anything. Please make yourself at home and explore the house. The kitchen is stocked with food so please eat something. I know last night was very difficult for you, but please remember that everything I have done and will do is for your protection and safety. I will not lose you.

E

"Yeah right" I scoffed, "protection my ass! A 24/7 feed and fuck sounds more likely."

I tore the letter up and tossed it into the waste basket in the bathroom and started out on the rest of the house. I went into every available room which was two other bedrooms just as fancy but no bathrooms. I saw another bathroom out in the hall but it was not as fancy as the one in the room I was in, But it did have a basic Shower/bath combo, a toilet, and vanity and sink. A library/Office decorated with a huge desk in the center of the room a long leather sofa and sitting chair a long one wall and the rest of the walls were books rows and rows of books from floor to ceiling must have been thousands of them and I bet Eric read every one of them. I told myself that I was definitely going to enjoy this part of the house if it was to be my prison, I wonder if he'll even let me outside. I remember seeing the walls surrounding the back and they looked to be about 20 feet high. There's no way I'll be escaping over them. Another room that looked like an entertainment room with a Stereo and Theater system a Huge flat screen TV. There was a pool table and a couple of dart boards hanging on the walls and speakers in every corner of the room hanging on the walls, what looked like a Poker table, a huge black leather sofa, an ottoman and stool a smaller sofa and a few recliners. This room was like a bachelor's wet dream. How many people does Eric usually have over to have such a place? I thought to myself and laughed imagining Eric, Maxwell, Clancey, and Bill having a boy's night here at Eric's. I continued on the tour and found I guess was the living room this room was lovely, it had a fireplace a few sofas, the walls were decorated with more swords that looked old and a few various paintings that were probably originals. Probable cause Eric was alive when they were painted no doubt.

My stomach was making itself known again and I decided I was finish with my tour. I walked quickly through what was the dining room obviously because of the huge oak table in the center of it and right into the kitchen which had every appliance that a gourmet kitchen need. Funny I thought, what the hell did a Vampire need with a full kitchen or toilets for that matter. I shrugged and went straight for the fridge. I opened it to find all of my favorite brands of food and bottles of True Blood. When the heck did Eric have time to get this stuff? My blood started boiling when the thought came to me that he had planned all this all along. I suddenly lost my appetite and slammed the door closed. I slid down to the floor and started to cry. I was so confused at what to think, he was sweet in getting me my favorites, but when did he have the time? Why do I have to stay here with him? The easiest way to get answers is to ask him, but I can't even stand to look at him right now with thinking he had planned all this. Well fuck it I can't just sit here and cry all day.

I stood and wiped my face with my shirt sleeves and just looked around until I saw it. Yes! A coffee maker, I need to get coffee in me. I searched through the cabinets and found the liquid treasure and started a pot. After it finished I made a cup and sat at the kitchen table. I sipped at my coffee and thought about what I was going to say and how I was going to stay calm enough to get my answers. Would I even believe his answers? If he did plan this from the jump how can I believe anything that comes out of his mouth? He said he'd tell me everything when I was ready, so would he lie to me about everything. Damnit why am I so confused about this man? He's Eric and he's not Eric I can't stand it. I know I can't trust Big Bad Vamp Eric… me being a prisoner here is proof in the pudding. But sometimes I can see my Eric in him and it's driving me crazy. I needed to go lay down 'cause my head was starting to hurt.

I woke up to my stomach begging me for food. So I get up and headed straight into the kitchen and search for all the fixings. I found everything I needed and made myself and ham, egg and cheese sandwich and a ceaser salad. I got myself a Diet coke and sat. In middle of my meal Eric strode into the kitchen. I looked up at him and took in all of his 6'4'' glory. He's wearing black cotton drawstring pajama pants and nothing else. I take my time looking at his perfectly sculpted stomach and chest and mentally sigh. Then I reach to his face and he has that Big Bad Vamp Eric grin and immediately I start to fume. Normally I think that grin is sexy, but right now I'd love nothing more than to slap it right off his perfect face. I must have shown something in my face 'cause he loses the grin quickly. For an instant he looked sad again, but I'm not gona let my heart play tricks on me. Eric is a selfish bastard and I can't ever forget that.

"So I see you got yourself something to eat. Did you get a chance to look around?" he asked as he pulled a True Blood out of the Fridge and pop into the microwave. I didn't respond and I paid attention to my food. I heard him sigh; I've heard that a lot lately, He must be annoyed. Well join the fucking club Eric Northman.

"Sookie, I know you're upset, I will explain things too you. Are you ready to hear me out and not argue with me until I've said everything?" he said pulling his drink out and shaking it. Before I could answer he continued

"I need to explain and I don't want your temper to cloud your judgment on this matter. I need you to understand that I've done all this in your best interest." He finished as he sat in front of me at the kitchen table. I took everything in that he said and started to mentally babble. My best interest he says, yeah right. His best interest more like it.

"Eric, I don't know how you expect me to believe that keeping me a prisoner is in my best interest." I say struggle to hold my temper in.

"Sookie, you know that the Queen sent Compton to seduce you and bring you to her. Now that he has no claim over you she will certainly come for you. I'm surprised she hasn't yet. There are other Vampires out there that know of your ability and I have no doubt that once word get's to them that you are no longer claimed by Compton they will try and take you for themselves-" Eric was saying but I cut him off

"You have got to be kidding me! I'm not a thing anyone can 'CLAIM'. Bill never claimed me either he certainly never held me prisoner!" I yelled at him. He stared at me for a minute and I could see his fists clenching on each side of his bottle. Oh boy was he pissed. But why! I should be the pissed and rightly so.

"Well" I said and waved him to continue.

"As I was saying… It would have been only a matter of time before the Queen found out about your brother. She would have done the same as I, but I would most likely been punished along with Jason because I did not pursue his punishment as soon as I knew of it." He said and I cut him off again.

"What the hell are you talking about, Eric? How long have you known about my brother?" I demanded.

"I've known about it before Dallas. I knew he was your brother from Pam. So I did not pursue the investigation because I didn't think it would be wise to do anything that would make you…. difficult." he said and I mumbled 'difficult' under my breath as I huffed as I crossed my arms. I looked back at Eric and saw the quickest flash of his lip twitch into the sexy Eric grin and then it was gone.

"And exactly where did you get this knowledge that he had anything to do with it?" I asked.

"From your friend Lafeyette Reynolds. I was holding him when you got attacked from the Maenad. He was guilty of selling Eddie Fournier's blood. When he was questioned about his disappearance he said he thought Jason Stackhouse to do with it. The name was familiar to me but I couldn't place it and Pam told me he was your brother. So I didn't do anything about it. I was going to put the full punishment on to Lafeyette, because someone had to be accountable, but you took that out of my hands as you, remember." He said and I couldn't believe it.

"So you were gona kill Lafeyette even though you knew he didn't kill Eddie?" I asked.

"Would you have rather me kill your brother? Seeing as he is the guilty party." He asked.

Well hell would I? Lafeyette was only guilty of selling V definitely not death sentence worthy, He didn't kill Eddie but neither did my brother. Ha! There's an argument.

"Well Eric, my brother didn't kill Eddie his dead girlfriend did she's the guilty party and my brother was planning on freeing him and 'she' wasthe one that staked him. She's already dead so I think we could call it a wash." I said confidently. But he only looked at me with pity.

"Sookie, it's not that simple. Your brother helped abduct, imprison, and drained that Vampire along in witnessing his murder. He did nothing to stop any of it. Only when he knew he was going to get caught he tried to do the right thing. It doesn't matter about what if's and good intentions in any law. What your brother did in our world a Death Sentence period. I've already told you all this last night. And we are getting off track-" Eric said and again I interrupted.

"So now what? I become your 'pet' your 'feed and fuck' and my brother goes free? Is that it?" I said flippantly and Eric gave me the death glare that scares the shit outta me.

"Sookie, please do not try my patients do not ever insult me again." He said through his teeth. Insult him? Insult him! How in the world am I insulting him?

"What? How in the world is that an insult to you?" in a captiously

"I find it degrading and it is an insult that you feel this is my opinion of you. You should know better than that." He snapped threw his bottle in the sink and walked away by telling me to get dressed and we were going to Fangtasia. Well I guess our conversation is over.

A/N: If ya'll are confused I know that both Eric and Bill have told Sookie that when A human ingest the blood of a specific Vampire, that Vampire can feel their emotions. But after the breakdown she had, Sookie conveniently forgot that fact ;) So Every time Eric changes his attitude and/or expressions she doesn't understand it or makes assumptions.

Only one more Chapter to go. . .